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Astrology Observations 08/06/2024

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🌞The Light & Dark Side To You Based On Your Sun & Moon Sign ( The Sun is what we are consciously aware of can see clearly, it represents the most positive traits in us as well. The moon rules our subconscious and what we can’t see clearly, it represents our dark traits).🌕

Aries Sun: Aries looks straight into fear and still decides to go in. These individuals feel accomplished when they conquer what they fear. They are driven to feel life in all its intensity, they do not and will not settle for a mediocre life. They want nothing more than to be surrounded by confident, successful, and fully-lived people. They want to inspire others by their actions but they are the one to continually motivate those around them, their positivity creating momentum for others in their life. They truly do believe everyone is capable. They have been through a lot of rough experiences and have built so much internal strength that they can shrug off many things. They have a distinct laugh and are certainly funny themselves. They utilize their experiences as lessons so they have a lot of wisdom to share. These are people who feel uncomfortable lying and prefer honesty as it helps them feel authentic. They grew up feeling different in many ways so they had to build a lot of confidence around their difference and learned that standing out and being different is bad, so they can actually be a lot more comfortable with theirselves than others who may feel the need to conform. An Aries is proud of their uniqueness and thrive off of utilizing it when no one is on the same boat as them.

Taurus Sun: Taurus people make you feel like you can cuddle in your bed and be alright. They do not bring an overwhelming and intense energy to rooms. They are the chill people who can remain chill even when chaos begins. They exude “ Queen and King” energy. They are truly meant to be an example of how you can manifest what you want. Inspirational and responsible. They are incredibly methodical when dealing with their goals. They don’t have time for questions without answers. When they go after what they want they know what they are doing and the end results. They are the kind of people who enjoy slow living, but they aren’t cheap. They require quality in their lives so they will continue on until they get it. It can be difficult to find Taurus who aren’t ultimate manifestors. Most Taurus get what they want or close to it in this lifetime. They are very classy and well-mannered people who take care of others very well.

Gemini Sun: Gemini’s have a charm about them that draws you to them without speaking. They seem interesting from a distance. They at times exude energy similar to Leo. They walk with confidence as if others are watching and they stand in a way to invite others in. When they do speak they garner a lot of attention. A lot of people gather to laugh, listen, and debate. Gemini’s are the master networkers. They can upgrade their lifestyle with their ability to be amongst different crowds and capture their attention. Geminis are also great at persuading others, so they do great in jobs where sales is important. Gemini’s are the kind of people who can move to a different state and seem like they’re from there. They don’t struggle to pick-up and move on, they always can upgrade and they know this internally. That is why they seem scatterbrained because they are searching for what is going to improve their life the most. And with this skill they can always offer you an idea to improve yours. They are fast learners and bring great energy to wherever they go.

Cancer Sun: A Cancer’s intelligence lies in how they perceive. They have environmental intuition and absorb information from wherever they are. Their wisdom lies in what they feel and what they know through their intuition. They can be insightful. They have a lot of drive towards their goals and often have such a lovely aura that they get the support needed to succeed. Cancers are nurturers because their instinct is to support, love, and care. They take action when someone needs or wants their support. These people are kind and enduring, they can go through a lot and still give.

Leo Sun: Leo’s like the Sun need to shine. Whatever they start with in life they want to maximize. Leo’s don’t operate small-minded, like Aquarius their goals are on a wide-scale which is why a lot of celebrities are Leo. They want to reach the masses. They strive to reach the top and will not allow themselves to be devalued. Leo’s have the self-respect other signs desire. This is innate to them. They preserve their selves and are careful who they let in to their life. These are very affectionate individuals and they radiate warmth. They have a confidence that isn’t based on circumstances, it’s a deep well of knowing whoever they are, they are great or will be great one day. Very loyal people that take friendship serious as well. They have a personality that people are drawn to. They can brighten other people’s days.

Virgo Sun: A Virgo is one of the greatest assets in any environment. They are solution oriented, nurturing, orderly, and modest. They know how to help because they can see issues easier than others and they have a pragmatic mind to create solutions. You can count them on a Virgo to extend their grace to others in times of need. They are realistic and it helps to guide them in their life because they don’t have grand ideals. Their ideals are very real and tangible so they know what steps to take to get what they want. A Virgo lives a life that allows them to not be distracted or influenced in negative directions. They can catch themselves faster than others and their minds will have them improving without putting in the effort others have to. They are intelligent people whose intelligence is deep and analytical. They convey their knowledge in digestible form so they often are relied on.

Libra Sun: Libra’s want the best for everyone. They think everyone deserves to live a beautiful life and they feel sensitive towards the downtrodden or the unfortunate. They get happy for others happiness and they want to show support to others all the time. They can be very charming and alluring because they always want to make others feel seen and heard. They can take your side just so that you feel understood. They like to go out, enjoy themselves and are into the aesthetics and vibes of places so they know where to bring their friends. These are peaceful people with hippie souls. They have an eye for beauty in everything from clothes, shoes, furniture, homes, and cars.

Scorpio Sun: Scorpio’s always fascinate other people. This is due to their complex nature. They have very chill demeanor’s, they can exude confidence without doing anything. A lot of times a Scorpio is a great person inside and out. They are chill because they do not want to overwhelm anyone with their internal worlds. At heart they are very sensitive, passionate, loyal, and loving. They do not give up on much of anything because they do not change their minds once they set out on something. They have a lot of drive and take action when needed. They see into other people’s soul, yet they do not want to hurt others. They respect others need for privacy just as they want theirs respected. They do not jump to conclusions. They aim to be clear and accurate which means that when a conclusion is made it has proper assessment.

Sagittarius Sun: A Sagittarius is concerned with joy. They aim to enjoy their lives and the path that allows them that they will follow. They are honest because they seek truth above all else. They connect to others from a very human disposition which makes others drawn to them for their authenticity. They have a sense of freedom most do not have. They understand freely speaking, freely thinking, and freely doing. While others feel restrained, a Sagittarius feels courageous and ready to explore. A Sagittarius is in a constant state of expansion and will always aim to improve theirselves and lives. People are drawn to them because their energy pulls others in and their smile makes others feel comfortable in their presence.

Capricorn Sun: Capricorns are the true definition of move in silence. These are the quiet millionaires. These are the people who have what others want, but no one understands how. It is not for others to know because they know to get what they want they have to put in hard work. They take life seriously in the sense that they don’t give themselves the space to feel comfortable without having the things they truly desire. That means these are responsible people who do not prioritize play over what needs to be done. These are excellent workers as they know that a job must and has to be done in a certain way to keep things running smoothly. They are realistic which grants them the ability to see things clearer than others as there is no fog to sift through. When they walk around they exude a confidence that makes you feel that they are powerful. When they open their mouths to talk, people can’t help but to pay attention. They don’t move on whim, they are intentional when they decide to move and have assessed all the avenues before deciding on the one ahead of them. They embrace the taboo, odd and unconventional ways of life and that gives them access to an entire different caliber than most which can make them even more understanding of how humans functions in this world. Incredibly smart and very calm people.

Pisces Sun: Pisces are not fully human because apart of who they are was and is left in the spiritual realm. Which is why oftentimes they do better living amongst people who understand and prioritize spirituality and the creative side of life. They are true unconditional lovers who bare their flesh to connect with others intimately and transcend to different realms. They are wise souls who have experienced much and continue to have access to insights intuitively. They are very open and receptive and can see the world in ways other people can’t. They have a healing energy that when coming into other lives often brings happiness and luck. They are highly compassionate and bring sensitivity to the brashness of the world.

Dark Side Based on Moon Sign:

Aries Moon: These people are very dark when they become dark. Their passion turns into pure anger, bitterness, and hatred. Their courage turns into destructive recklessness. Their honesty turns into manipulation and their positivity turns into complete negativity. They have a switch and when it is flipped it can bring out the worst in everyone around them. Their playful nature turns into violence and they can easily snap and physically harm someone just as quickly as they can do with their mouth. Their desire to be strong and powerful turns into a very jealous disposition and when they can’t take it anymore they seek to dominate those they feel are more powerful than them. Just as fast as they can motivate you, they can cut you so deep with their words that you’ll lose so much of your confidence in that one moment.

Taurus Moon: These people can abhor hard-work and fall into complete laziness. They can get so comfortable they don’t want to move and can convince themselves that they are fine when they aren’t. They will pin all the work they do not want to do on others around them and become increasingly demanding by the day. They will treat people like they are their assistant. They will put so much effort into their desires and give others desires the bare minimum. They do not take advice but they enjoy letting people think they care. Sometimes this is just their way of striking up a conversation with others ( pretending to care). They can play cordial and genuinely do not like you. They will talk behind your back and smile and shake hands in your face. When they begin to think they are succeeding they will easily fall into jealousy which can make them bitter. They are incredibly superficial especially about looks. They may act like they care about your heart, but they get absorbed in the physical attractiveness of others. They try to buy/spend their way out of depression and when it doesn’t work, falls harder into depression.

Gemini Moon: Lost souls who often times project a lot. They put high expectations on others that they cannot live up to themselves. They seek to cover up their confusion with knowledge. They have a restlessness that can make them anxious individuals and they need constant stimulation like a child. They struggle to deal with their own minds especially without other people around them. This is also the reason they become moody and irritated easily which can lead to harsh and hurtful words. They can hurt others and not understand the repercussions to their actions. When you need these people emotionally they are cold and puzzled. They can talk too much just for the sake of hearing their own selves.

Cancer Moon: These people are perpetual victims who will justify their worst behavior by talking about someone else. They may have so many emotions bursting out of them at once and then when someone else is emotional they become cold and dry. They save all their compassion for theirselves and don’t leave any for other people. The constant mood changes can make you feel like you’re walking on eggshells. They can demand a lot from others and turn resentful when they don’t get what they want. They can fall into laziness easily just seeking and wanting comfort to the point they begin to hurt theirselves. They eat away their pain, go through many emotional breakdowns, and pity themselves hoping someone pulls them out of their own demise.

Leo Moon: These people are like children who need attention and validation all the time. Their closeness to you is contingent upon how great you are at making them feel special, loved, and adorned. You must make them feel good or they will not want you around. They don’t crave the truth because lies are comforting to their ego’s. They can be pointless to give advice to as they are fixed and set in their ways and won’t budge for others. They feel like they are better than other people when they have more, do more, or are successful. They will lie and manipulate like no other leaving you confused and gaslit. They will care more about how they appear than who they are on the inside so often times they are completely chaotic internally. Extremely dramatic people who want to be the boss, on top, or above you and if they cannot be that they will run away. They can use people and discard them when they feel good again.

Virgo Moon: These people don’t realize how annoying they become which is what makes them worst, they stick around even once people are annoyed with them. They complain to complain. Which leaves you feeling increasingly negative after your interactions with them. They have a distorted perception of what is real and isn’t, oftentimes they equate everything negative and boring to real. They don’t know how to mind their business. They are too concerned with what others think and that makes them worry others with their worries. They act like robots when other people are emotional. They lose their minds over small details. They have weird habits and they don’t know how they feel so they make-up and lie about their feelings.

Libra Moon: These people drag others down because they don’t know what they want. They fluctuate frequently and expect others to deal with this inconsistency. They cannot cope with their emotions without looking to a drug, alcohol, and s*x. They want to be seen as angels, while playing like the devil. They’re chronic gossipers who don’t have the balls to be real to people. They fall for anyone who gives them validation and are easily manipulated. When not feeling well they become whiny babies. Their main interest is self-interest they just need others for the validation.

Scorpio Moon: These people are insane but pretend they’re chill. Their nature is obsessive so they do not truly know what chill is. When they’re quiet they are collecting information and making assessments of others. These are the kind of people who scheme on others. They do not admit to being wrong. They will put them selves around people just so they can put the blame on others. It is always them being done wrong even if they’re the one scheming behind others backs. They become bitter easily. They are very moody and their light and beauty disappears when they become depressed. They wallow in their sadness. They are controlling, power hungry, jealous, and manipulative. They have great liars and want to know everyone else’s secrets while hiding theirs.

Sagittarius Moon: These people are very forceful bullies who need weaker people around them to feel strong and capable. They don’t have any filter so they go about their lives in chaos. They are impatient with others but want others to wait so long for them. They get annoyed with others quickly. Constantly moving makes them feel productive even if they need to go to sleep and take care of theirselves. They’re self-absorbed into their own lives and can forget about people quickly. They have very bad mouths but are sensitive to what other people say. They have grandiose ideas with no follow through. They are very contradicting people who pick fights.

Capricorn Moon: These people are impossible to please. They act more humble than they actually are. They judge every little thing that doesn’t live up to their standards. They don’t even want to deal with their emotions so when they feel upset with others they don’t talk about it and form grudges. You are either good or bad to them and it’s very easy for you to become bad. They do not mind hurting other people’s feelings since they don’t deal with their emotions enough to care. They think they are better than others and are selective in who they get close to. They need to either use you, benefit from you, or look better having you in their lives. They look down on people with less than them. They want to have a lot of authority so they do not care for others opinions or others telling them what to do. They can take theirselves too serious and be slow to do things for others.

Aquarius Moon: These people think they are superior to others even when they simply are strange. They are fixated on their grandiose ideas and become delusional. When you try to open their mind they become stubborn and condescending. They want others to blindly agree with them. They act like emotions do not exist for them because they don’t know how to feel their emotions without intellectualizing them. They can be assholes towards other people. They are unpredictable and will do and say things that will bring shock and surprise or complete chaos. They don’t know what’s truly good for them, they just pretend to. These people without space can be exhausting and annoying.

Pisces Moon: These people think they are smarter than they truly are. They believe in good things happening for them so they follow things blindly until it turns bad for them. When they’re around shitty and terrible people they become them. These individuals easily end up on drugs, in jail, homeless, and in the streets. They do not know how to take accountability or responsibility. Once they become emotional they can throw tantrums, wallow in pity, and brood for weeks, months, and years. They’re not dependable since their heads are in the clouds. They can be incredibly lazy, just floating by in life. They’re followers and at times they can completely neglect reality.

Who You Attract/What You Are Attracted To Based On Rising Sign ( Ascendant)

Aries Rising: Gemini, Leo, Libra, Scorpio, Pisces

Taurus Rising: Cancer, Virgo, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Aries

Cancer Rising: Virgo, Scorpio, Capricorn, Aquarius, Gemini

Leo Rising: Libra, Sagittarius, Aquarius, Pisces, Cancer

Virgo Rising: Scorpio, Capricorn, Pisces, Aries, Leo

Libra Rising: Sagittarius, Aquarius, Aries, Taurus, Virgo

Scorpio Rising: Capricorn, Taurus, Gemini, Libra

Sagittarius Rising: Aquarius, Aries, Gemini, Cancer, Scorpio

Capricorn Rising: Pisces, Taurus, Cancer, Leo, Sagittarius

Aquarius Rising: Aries, Gemini, Leo, Virgo, Capricorn

Pisces Rising: Taurus, Cancer, Virgo, Libra, Aquarius

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Yan!HOTD Characters as Greek Gods

I want to thank @aphroditelovesu for giving me the inspiration, also side note do not take the gods canonical relationships literally

Viserys as Hades + God of the Underworld and the Dead

Viserys was a god who stood out from the gloomy darkness of his realm. The seat once shared by his beloved wife is now long dead with all the other souls. No temples were erected in his honor on the earthly soil, for the underworld served as his shrine. Still, Viserys lent many of his powers and crafts to help the other gods defeat their enemies, either it be a monster or a titan. When he needed to see his family, he would emerge to the earth itself. There a moral caught his eye. 

Viserys spent a great deal of time observing your everyday life. He enjoyed catching on to all your little habits and tendencies. The god was prepared to wait until your life's string came to an end. In the mean time, all good things came your way. While he wouldn't be able to stop your death from happening, he can certainly make it as peaceful and painless as possible. Viserys will welcome you with the greatest warmth when you arrive in his realm, and you will be surrounded by servants who will carry out your every wish.

Just as he has done all those other times Viserys will give you the time and space you need to adjust to this new, strange world. Desiring your happiness, Viserys might let you visit Earth but only for a short time. The god can't go too long without you by his side. He detests the idea of using coercion to get what he wants, but Viserys must make sure you never leave him. It is a blessing that you are a mortal, completely unaware of the pomegranate seeds that are given to you.

Daemon as Ares + God of War and Courage 

It was Daemon, out of all the gods, who was most frowned upon, the one with the endless list of foes. Many came to fear him and they had every reason to. For Daemon was a powerful god-quick to anger and raring for a fight regardless of the consequences. A jest spread among the gods was that Daemon's one and only true love was war itself. But what a shock it was to see the mortal in the god's arms. With his remarks and the severe violence he inflicted upon the mortals, Daemon, again and again demonstrated nothing but contempt and superiority over them.

Why you attracted the god of war's attention will forever remain a mystery. Could it be you had a fire inside of you that never went out or you had such a gentle soul that the god saw it as his duty to ruin you, or perhaps he saw you as a fair trade for one of his victories. Truthfully, Daemon himself is not fully sure what drew him to you. Still, the god comes to you, luring you in with lavish gifts and words sweet as honey. And if you aren’t compliant, the god sees no issue picking you up while you struggle to free yourself-screaming and clawing. 

Daemon has no care for what other Olympian deities thought when he kept you near him. They were already not fond of him and he was amused to no end to see their frustration, even having you displayed seated on his lap. Your life with Daemon is strangely not as dull and miserable as one might anticipate. He will always be rough and harsh, but you are shown a rare side of gentleness. You may never know if the god truly loves you, but you can be sure that if someone takes what he views as his, he will go to war a hundred times over it.

Rhaenyra as Athena + Goddess of Wisdom and War

Rhaenyra is a goddess with pride. A great warrior. Rhaenyra does not, however, hold humankind in such low regard as the many gods who came before her. She saw herself as their protector and rewarded those who came to worship in her temple. But it's not as if she isn't dangerous. The goddess is unmerciful in her use of curses. Any offense or insult will result in a terrible fate. And what fate bestows upon you when the goddess herself watches you. Desiring you from the very moment she caught sight of you. 

She is a master of disguise. Every word she spoke enticed you further and further into her grasp. There were the fleeting touches the goddess made to your skin to pique your desire. Her lips were painted with a smile that lowered your guard. You find yourself becoming a puppet as Rhaenyra hovers over you, pulling the strings to speak the words she wants you to hear, to touch her how she wants to be touched, and look at her how she wants to be gazed upon. 

Rhaenyra never wants you to leave her realm. The goddess is ready to gift you whatever your heart desires, but the earth is no longer a place you can call home. Rhaenyra will never lay a hand on you; gentle and soft with you. The only times you no longer see your lover but the goddess of war is if you are foolish enough to believe you can get away from her. She won’t understand. Has she not dedicated herself to you. Has she not given you every ounce of her heart. Whatever the reason is, your place remains by her side and she will make sure you know of this.

Rhaenys as Hecate + Goddess of Magic and the Moon

Rhaenys, the goddess of sorcery and the moon, who her domain also extends to creatures of the night; particularly hounds and ghosts. She’s often seen accompanied by her black hounds, donning a long robe, holding burning torches. Neither was she evil, nor was she wholly benevolent, but she did reveal her nature through actions, rewarding loyalty among her followers. Captivated by your presence in her temple, the goddess of sorcery was drawn to your compassion and innocence. She found herself spending more time just observing you, enchanted by how your features glowed in the gentle embrace of moonlight. 

Rhaenys has always been confident and assertive, when she’s certain that she desires you, she’ll do whatever it takes to have you by her side. However, she’ll stray away from using force. If she’ll seek your companionship, Rhaenys resolutes in waiting it be your choice, to love her the same rather than do it with instilling fear in you. Her introduction was gradual, allowing you to adapt in time to her presence. Much of this is involved in simple conversations, where she enjoys getting to know the little details of your life (even if she already knew most of it). 

Instead of overwhelming you with extravagant gifts, she opted for small trinkets. And adding to the ease of your connection, Rhaenys’s mystical hounds display a fondness for you, allowing you to pet them. Even when you remain in her domain, Rhaenys remains steadfast in not forcing you to love her. She has all the patience as the goddess begins to slowly express her affection more openly with gentle caresses to your face as she presents you with more lavish gifts. Her patience was rewarded seeing how eager you are to spend every moment with her.

Corlys as Poseidon + God of the Sea and Waters

Not only was Corlys the god of the seas but also associated with earthquakes and horses. He stood out as a highly ambitious deity and known for his unwavering loyalty to Mount Olympus. Unlike some deities, Corlys is willing to engage with mortals, after all, they have a dependence on the seas for trade and travel. However, it’s also known that when dealing with the god of the sea, do not try to trick or cross him, for he has demonstrated a vengeful nature when felt insulted. 

It was during your many ventures near the beach, having a profound love and fascination for the sea that you encountered the god of the sea. In your frequent visits, the shores yielded treasures ranging from the most beautiful seashells to even a literal pearl, a gift from the god. Upon making his presence known, Corlys takes matters into his own hands. Taking you to the temple beneath the sea as he cannot rely on chance encounters by the shore and it’ll save him all the trouble of finding you if you choose to never visit again. 

Your place from now on remains with Corly’s temple. He has made promises to make you visit the shore from time to time once he’s confident you won’t attempt an escape. Eager to please, Corlys has an allure of lost treasures within his home, offering you any if you desire. He also takes great care to ensure your comfort, harboring no intention of causing harm or raising his voice. His desire is clear- to have you willingly at his side. 

Laena as Aphrodite + Goddess of Love and Beauty

Laena was more than just being thegoddess of beauty and love; she was one of fertility, pleasure, and eternal youth. Occasionally she presided over marriage. Legends went so far as to attribute her beauty to being the cause of the Trojan War. Despite her being desired and adored by everyone, even capturing the affections of the infamous god of war himself, Laena's heart chose you; a mortal who didn’t seem all that extraordinary. But none of that mattered to the goddess of love, who found herself drawn to you, desiring nothing more than for you to share her boundless love and adoration. 

When Laena first approached you, she displayed no hesitation in expressing her clear intentions of wanting to court you. Doves and sparrows seemed to fly around you. In the vicinity of your home, myrtles and roses bloomed abundantly and Laena took it upon herself to personally hand you the blossoms, alongside the most marvelous seashells. Whenever you expressed gratitude or attempted to deny her gifts out of politeness, Laena would firmly assure you that you deserved nothing but the best. As she would engage in conversations, Laena would hold your gaze, running her fingers on your cheek or shoulder with such tenderness. 

Even after you became hers, Laena never stops showering you with praise and luscious gifts. The dresses she adorned you with were among the most lavish you had ever seen, and men would certainly go to war for the jewelry that adorned your skin. And for her home, which she claims is now your home too, she’s willing more than anything to accommodate any of your demands to make it all the more welcoming. Whether it’s placing all your favorite books or presenting you all your favorite foods. After all, you’re destined to spend the rest of your life with her.  

Otto as Zeus + God of the Sky and Thunder 

Otto stood as the god among gods, the force behind the establishment of order and justice in Olympus. It was his duty as king, to reign and ensure harmony throughout the divine realm. He had a number of children; it counted those that were outside of his marriage. Mortals and gods alike collectively averted their gaze, as the god of thunder desired to maintain an image of a prudent and a pious. And while like any god, he considered himself above mortal beings, he would observe them with keen interest. 

Unfortunate for you, if you happened to catch his eye, resisting him was a futile endeavor. It began with him orchestrating ways to make your life more comfortable — discovering the lushest trees near your home, bearing the most delectable fruits you'd ever savor. An eagle, acting as his messenger, would shower you with all sorts of gifts, from fragrant olive oils to delicate silver coins and ivory trinkets. The weather seemed to dance to his whims, birds serenading under the radiant sun.

It was also his way to signal his presence, a silent acknowledgment a being beyond the mortal realms was watching. And when his presence becomes known, he vows to treasure you for eternity (hinting at what’ll become of your mortal life). It’s difficult to deny him with all the myriad blessings he bestowed upon you. Once you’re brought to his home, he will present you with a luxurious silk robe and servants who dutifully follow your every command. Even if you resist, his determination remains unswayed. As a god, time was his ally and he believed in due course, you would succumb to his temptations.

Alicent as Hera + Goddess of Marriage and Childhood

Alicent stood as the embodiment of matrimony and domestic life, a revered figure to whom women turned in prayer for the blessings of harmonious marriages, the safe return of their husbands, and in hopes of birthing a healthy child. Despite her attempts to project a demure demeanor, the goddess had a silent reputation for her jealousy and occasional vengefulness. Alicent had divine authority, navigating the intricate game of politics and perhaps that was why no one dared to question her decision to bring a mortal being along.  

It was all under the reason of needing a servant though you were not yet married, still, no one dared to voice it. As her supposed servant, you were strangely exempt from menial tasks such as washing clothes or scrubbing the floor; such duties were deemed beneath you. Instead, the majority of your days were spent in the company of the goddess. You found yourself dressing and brushing Alicent’s hair as she shared her grievances about the perceived foolishness surrounding her court. 

Your time was further consumed by tending to Hera’s children and grandchildren, and her strictures extended to where you were not permitted to eat meals with other servants. In truth, the goddess had little need for another servant. But you a mortal, had sought her prayer, coming to her temple wishing for a happy life for the arrangement your parents orchestrated for you. But Alicent had been watching you long before and you have become the object of her desire. She promised to find you a suitor but the intensity of her gaze and the uncanny resemblance between the necklace of hers and the one she gifted you hints at something beyond that. 

Aegon II as Dionysus + God of Wine and Pleasure 

Aegon is known for seemingly lazy nature and rarely being seen sober, he’s notorious for the wild parties and dramatic theaters he orchestrates. The many lovers he has are ones that no one bothers to learn their names, as they typically don’t linger beyond a day. The few bastards he fathered are not accounted for. When the god of wines comes upon you, there was an unmistakable eagerness to have you in his bed. While you and others are at no fault to assume that it was driven solely by lust, you soon find it unraveled beyond that. 

As a mortal, the prospect of rejecting a god was not a reasonable one. His presence was suffocating with a possessive jealousy over your interactions with others and an incessant need for you to be near him. At times, he would pull you into his lap, craving for your affection and praise. Besides his constant need to have you share his bed at every turn, his lingering hands, and wanting your every attention, it’s not as terrible as one initially assumes. 

The god of wine provided you with the sweetest food, accompanied of course by his signature wine. He adorned you in exquisite clothing, though in the privacy of his chambers, they were far more revealing and sheer. While it was somewhat accepted to have fleeting lovers for a day, appearing with you by his side on every occasion garnered disapproval from the other gods. However, Aegon was indifferent; no stranger to being considered a disappointment. You were the one thing he was sure of, even harboring a secret desire to make you immortal, hoping you don’t notice how different your wine tastes.

Helaena as Persephone + Goddess of Seasons and Vegetation

Helaena possessed a kind of gentleness that was unusual among the gods. She carried herself with such grace and consideration. Helaena grew up to be a lovely woman who caught the interest of gods and humans alike. With mortals, the goddess did not look down on them. If anything, Helaena seemed to see the goodness and beauty in them despite all of their flaws. It therefore comes as no great surprise when the goddess seems so enchanted by you-a simple mortal. 

Helaena spent many days watching you. She possessed unending patience. What a fascinating sight you are. Deemed by the goddess to be the most beautiful being to ever walk this earth. Helaena cared nothing more than your happiness hence why you come home to a plethora of gifts and trinkets. It could be the most delicious fruit you've ever eaten or a dress the goddess sewed herself. And wherever you are, you found plants growing all around that never seem to wither-fruits and vegetables you never imagined would ever grow there.

Helaena was content as long as she could see you every day. Even if she couldn't speak or stand before you. All that mattered to her was to see your lovely smile as you open her gifts or to hear your joyful laughter. But shall you wish to meet her. Shall you seem unsatisfied with your life. Helaena will make her presence known. The goddess is nothing but a tender lover. Giving you all the time you need to adjust to her realm. Happy to watch from a distance and just speak with you.

Aemond as Apollo - God of Sun and Art

Aemond was also a god of music, truth, and healing, he was considered wise even at such a relatively young age. He enjoyed writing poems and believed in law and order. Unlike his brother, Aemond was recognized for his numerous contributions, particularly in the realms of medicine and prophecy. Aemond shows intense loyalty to his family and a great love for his mother but also is known for his jealousy and a wrathful nature; particularly when he perceives insults directed at his family or either himself. 

Many of your actions could’ve caught his eye, your visits to his temple, your singing voice echoing through the fields, how you immersed yourself far away from everyone else with the books you read. He doesn’t wish to frighten you,  guided by a gentle approach to engage you in conversations. You can feel his gaze follow you, a silent presence that seems to accompany your every move. In due time, Aemond would express his desire for you to be his lover, to not only give him your body, but your mind and soul. Even if you do not share his feelings, denying him is not advisable, Aemond is not one for rejections. 

Even if you were to deny him, Aemond would still bring you to Mount Olympus, introducing you to the other gods, making sure you understood that your place belonged with him. And while he attempts to give you some space, the god of the sun cannot bring himself to stay away. Aemond sought to spend every moment of the day with you, from sharing the same bed, to waking together to sharing meals. He yearns to hear your every thought from the flowers you liked to your opinion on the poetry he’s dedicated to you.

Criston as Heracles + Demi- God of Strength and Heroes

Criston was born a mortal. Yet even as a child, Criston showed such strength and courage unmatched by any other. He has proven to be a fierce warrior over the years. While he was hailed as a hero, many of his rage-fueled actions beg to differ. It took Criston to die to be reborn as the Demi-god. Taken from the flames to Mount Olympus where he was granted eternal youth and the right to live among the gods. He was offered a goddess, but Criston had his eyes set somewhere else.

Criston believes he must protect you. That you need him far more than he needs you. You are just a mere mortal. One fall can be fatal. Doesn't matter that his involvement could be the very reason your life is at forfeit. Makes no difference the many times you struggle and try to escape him. Criston holds you in his arms, repeating the same mantra over and over. That you have a need for him. That he must shield you from all those who will harm you. He rarely leaves your side, and no amount of begging or insults will convince him to do so.

As your lover, you have a man capable of crushing a village to ruins, capable of winning against an army. You bring out the worst in him, the madness. A madness seen in the mere thought of you being in another’s arms. Criston won't accept the possibility of your death. He was blessed with the gift of immortality and will stop at nothing to grant you the same blessing. A wonderful thought to him, but a nightmare to you. Given the chaos that will be left behind, the gods may grant him his wish.

[stargalaxxy]

⋆˚࿔ Boyfriend Scenarios 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ - Ninja Boys - Your Feelings ⋆˚ʚɞ

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ This is a continuation of my first Boyfriend Scenario, thank you so much for your support ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

𝜗𝜚Now Playing: From the Start by, Laufey𝜗𝜚 (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) *

♡‧₊˚You Find Your Special Someone♡‧₊˚

♡‧₊˚Lloyd Garmadon♡‧₊˚

Tw. Reader Has Dark Thoughts

‧₊˚ ⋅He Helps You‧₊˚ ⋅

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  Growing up with a prophecy on your back has never been easy, up to now you have been trained under Master Wu to harness your element of Shadow. 

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  When your mother found out about your abilities she pushed you into his teachings when he came to your village at the request of training you. Much to her hesitance, It was like sending your child off to war.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  Your mother knew of Master Wu as they had history together before your birth as she was friends with Misako and mutual with Garmadon before succumbing to evil.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  She trusted his wisdom and decided to push you along into his teachings, making sure to promise to write her and tell her how much you’ve grown and your adventures.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  That did not mean that she wasn’t fearful, she knew of your strengths and capabilities. It was the world that she was scared of.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  However, as time moved on you found yourself in a new home with friends who you call family that support each other and their struggles. But being little was no walk in the park.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  And being forced to grow up wasn’t a breeze either. 

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  But at least you weren’t doing it alone.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  You knew of Llyod’s forced path to becoming the Green Ninja, defeating his father, and soon become a leader of a team.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  However, that never seem to stop him. When Llyod grew up from the tomorrow’s tea he’s been working harder to become stronger for his team, it was inspiring to you. He wasn’t that little boy anymore that you used to tease, 

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  He’s now at your level, in height and in power.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  But you were no fool, you knew of his fears and hesitation to complete the tasks that he is to commit.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  Lloyd just seemed to hide it so well with that determined grin and spark of hope. 

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  You started paying attention to Lloyd more, more than usual, as you would find yourself staring at him and admiring his growth.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  When Lloyd would push you as well to become the best version of yourselves. The times of when you felt like giving up his hand would be right there to pick you up.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  You wondered if he ever noticed the light pink blush on your cheeks.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  His determination is what is drawing you to be by his side and stand strong not only for him but for yourself, also so you could knock him down a peg.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  Every hero has room to grow after all~ 

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  But maybe this is when you started falling for him?

୧ ‧₊˚ 🎀 ⋅ ☆ ˖°

You lean back your arms being the only thing supporting you as you sit panting, completely exhausted.

Was training ever this hard as a kid?

Sweat runs down your face as Kai walks to you a hand on his hip, “c’mon (y/n), how do you expect to be Garmadon in the final battle if you can’t even beat me?” Kai tilts his head as you glare at him.

“You were going rough on purpose!” you gasped out as your head falls back hating the heat.

“Duh, just because your new body is probably still adjusting, doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you” Kai was right,

“Five minutes, alright?” he walks away giving you a short break as you stare up at the sky the clouds giving grace as they cover the sun.

Maybe being a kid wasn’t so bad, you close your eyes the sun coming back.

Your bottom lip starts to tremble out, your new body was a joke, Nya gave you a run-down of what to expect since your mom couldn’t.

All the info dump of hormones, body pains, and rollercoaster of emotions was a lot.

Don’t get started on periods…

You’ve been thinking more about your purpose, about missions, how stress seemed to build up on the daily as you thought about your purpose on the team. Did you even matter? Was there really a purpose for you? How can you beat enemies in your way if you can’t even beat teenage life.

Were you even good enough to stand next to Lloyd. 

Before your tears could fall you notice a shadow looming over you blocking the sun, you huff as your brows twitch in annoyance.

“Kai, you said five more minutes” you whine,

“Geez was it that bad with Kai?”

You open your eyes immediately, seeing Lloyd blocking your sun, it made him look like your personal angle,  

You smile looking away as you playfully scoff, “it was lightwork honestly~” grinning as the dark thoughts retreats into your mind. Maybe Lloyd was an angle look. 

His arched brow being covered by his cowlick. “Yea, no it was hell” your honesty made Lloyd laugh as he holds out his hand for you to take.

Your face was hot again, 

“Cole, Zane, and Jay aren’t going easy on me if that makes you feel better” Llyod rubs the back of his neck as he lifts you with no effort.  “Three against one should never be easy” you sigh, “is it getting any easier?” you ask knowing that Llyod has been doing a bit more training than you.

“Meh, it’s gotten…bearable” he trails off not sounding so sure of himself, “I wish I got to bearable” you stretch as Llyod smiles placing a hand on your head. A new thing he’s been doing since you both grew up. 

“I’m sure you’ll get there, (y/n) don’t give up, okay?” his eyes look to yours with sincerity, your breathing stops as if wanting to freeze this moment to remember it forever. Can he see your red face right now, had he always looked handsome? Is this what puberty is?!

Before you could have an existential crisis Llyod karate chops your head, 

“Who knows maybe I can show you a thing or two~” he winks with a toothy grin.

You finally come back to earth as you let at a breathy laugh, giving a teasing glare as you would when you were younger.

“Oh, yea green ninja please show me your, Ninja Kick, hiya!” you chop his hand away teasingly as Lloyd’s face goes red. 

“Let that go!” he yells embarrassed as he starts chasing you, you were laughing like a maniac. 

“Never!!” 

    ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

♡‧₊˚Kai Smith♡‧₊˚

Tw. Talk of Pass Bullying/Implied Sexual Harassment

‧₊˚ ⋅His Protective Nature ‧₊˚ ⋅

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ Kai was always protective of you during your guy’s childhood together, you would come home crying with Kai’s hand in yours and his face beaten up with a proud scowl. 

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ You always seemed to get into trouble not voluntarily ofc… It was a reason why Kai always stayed close to you as kids. 

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ When Kai had new bandages, he absolutely adored them saying how cool he looked as he viewed himself in the mirror especially when they turned into scars, as three-year-old Nya clapped for him excitedly enjoying the presence of you two. You however did not like to see him hurt.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ You would cry and sniffle as you sat on his tiny bed, finally looking to you when he was done admiring himself.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ Why are you crying?

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ “I protect you so I can see you smile, so stop crying” Kai’s little voice spoke as he huffs crossing his arm a gap in his mouth from a missing tooth.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ “You got hurt” you look away as you fiddle with your sleeveless blouse as your eyes began to blur with more tears.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ “So, I’ll take on a whole snake army for you! I hate it when you get hurt!” Kai’s fist clench showing his anger. He looks to see your eyes on him, seeing your face made him smile as he grabs your tiny hands in his.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ “I’ll always protect you (y/n)! No matter what!” Kai smiles as Nya laughs happily as she hugs you.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ Your eyes sparkle at a thought that instantly pops into your head, a thought that would carry on to your current day as an adult.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ “You’re my knight!” You smile.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ What…

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ “You be the knight, I’ll be the princess, Nya is a fairy!”

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ “Fairy! Fairy!” Nya screams as you grab her hand and you both race out laughing,

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ “H-hold on! (y/n)! Nya!” Kai goes running after you, soon smiling, and laughing along. You all are forgetting the sad moment thanks to your quick recover child brain. 

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ The memory of you and Kai lived in your head as you remember fondly of him chasing away the big scary monsters…

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ That is when you started falling for Kai Smith…

✧˖°.🍒ֶָ֢⊹ ࣪ ˖🍓₊ ⊹✧

“No way! You fought snakes! That’s insane!” you were sitting on Kai’s bed as he was catching you up on things that had happen in his life while you were gone.

“Believe it, but that’s not all I’ve fought~” Kai starts as he smirks, allowing Kai to talk about his accomplishments is a mistake for anybody, as it was just filling his already big-headed ego. But you didn’t mind hearing him talk felt calming, it made you wind down and relax your beating heart.

Was it because you were sitting on his bed?

Kai suddenly stops talking as he stares at you for a second, did he notice your dazed face? “So, what happened at your fancy private school~” Kai leans closer jokingly as you chuckle pushing him away.

“It was nice…” you hadn’t meant for that to sound so unsure, Kai seemed to have picked up on that trail. “But?” Kai’s eyebrow arched a smile on his face coaxing you to continue. 

“It was nice at first…but I got into some drama with this girl. I was friends with her ex-boyfriend, and she thought it would be nice to spread rumors that I was a boyfriend stealing hussie-“ you blush at the name embarrassed at the stories that were passed around. 

You look away ashamed as you start digging into Kai’s comforter hoping his stare wasn’t one a judgement. “S-so, I spent the first year dealing with girls pushing and guys coming to me for ‘favors’” you scratch the back of your head, “b-but everything turned out fine, eventually people forgot and I made friends!-“

“Is that why you moved back?” Kai’s voice was low, threatening even. Was he mad at you?

“N-no! I graduated, and now I transferred to New Ninjago University!” You quickly explain you felt a pit in your stomach as your eyes trail away too nervous to look a Kai, you place your feet on the floor about to leave. 

“I’m so sor-“ you gasp as you feel the bed dip Kai had reached for you. You felt the crook of Kai’s elbow wrap around your neck as he pulls you into his body. He was so warm, his hand cups the side of your face as the other side laid onto his chest. It was a tight hold but comforting. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve been there” he says quietly as if he was holding in building anger.

You smile as quiet tears fall from your eyes, “Oh Kai, it’s not like you could have known-“

“But I should have, I should have kept in touch with you-“

“You were busy-“

“That’s no excuse” Kai cuts you off as his grip gets tighter still not enough to hurt you but you could tell there was internal frustration. Was Kai blaming himself?

You pull away as you grab Kai’s face cupping your hands as you hold him, making sure you had his attention. “Kai, none of this is your fault, everything turned out fine, I’m okay.” You smile as you reassure him. Missing the pink blush on the fire ninja cheeks. 

“I know, I just hate hearing you get hurt, in any way.” Kai places his chin on your shoulder as you embrace him, “But, if anything happens lemme know” Kai mumbles as he knew you could hear. His breath ticking your ear as you blush smiling at the feeling.

“Okay, thank you my knight~” you tease as you hear him scoff playfully earning an erupt of quiet laughter from you both. 

    •̀⩊•́

♡‧₊˚Cole Brookstone♡‧₊˚

‧₊˚ ⋅He’s Always There‧₊˚ ⋅

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ After meeting Cole and building a connection with him, Cole has come around more often. Less for the food and more for you. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He would first hang out beside the counter talking to you until busy customers come, much to your sadness. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Soon you got comfortable enough to invite him to come during closing so you two had more one on one time to hang out and talk without being interrupted by customers.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Much to your father’s disapproval but he could never say no to you, so when Cole could come you would invite him into the kitchen for a chat.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You would discuss about interests and home life, your dreams and aspirations, ups and downs of the day, and Cole would be there. Listening.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ It helped let out tension and emotions before you exploded, you can’t help but thank him every day for listening to you ramble.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ And he would smile with a relaxed face and say, “it’s no problem.” 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ In return you did the same, his voice was like your music you’d turn on when baking. A good mix that gave you a feel-good vibe.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You’re thankful for Cole and his patience whenever you felt as though things were going crazy, he felt like your rock keeping you grounded from anxiety, much like a weighted blanket.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ When he would wrap his thick muscley arms around you it felt like heaven. His arms strong and comforting closing your eyes as you lean into his touch. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡You never felt so safe and sure of someone, this is when you start falling for Cole.

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧

“Okay, powder sugar…” you read an old recipe left by your mom, The Bakery was celebrating your mothers’ 18thanniversary. The shops opening day was a month after your birth, before your mothers passing, she would make a once a time treat for the special day. 

She worked on the recipe for days perfecting measurements for the perfect taste, but after her passing and when your father took over managing the special day. The treats were never the same,

But then when you started helping the shop you made the treats following the same recipe and like magic people came over once again on the special day just to get a bite of your mothers treats. 

Now that you were older and with your passion of baking, your father asked you would like to take over managing the special day this year instead of him.

You felt so honored to be a part of the special day, not that you never were, but you always felt that you had to prove yourself.

And being a perfectionist did not help much with that feeling.

“s-sift carefully…” you lightly shake the tool as you were facing the crinkled sheet, as it had seen better days. 

“uhm (y/n)-“ you hear Coles voice as he holds out his hand to stop you however you weren’t concerned with what he was saying.  “Hold on Cole” you then look back into the bowl having finished sifting the powder sugar, however it looked more sandy than powdery…

“D-did I just put salt in there?” you tilt the bowl to get a closer, as you look to the bag beside the bowl. It indeed said ‘Salt’. 

You groan as you shove the bowl away frustrated at the silly mix up, “Hey, cut yourself some slack (y/n)” Cole places a hand on your shoulder. Your apron was covered in flour your hair a mess and a tired expression laced your face as you stare at the bowl with hatred.

“But I need to get this done! This is my first-time managing mom’s anniversary and I’m blowing it!” you squeak completely exhausted. 

“I get it… but taking a break won’t kill you, you have three days to get the desserts ready, the decorations are done right?” You nod your head,

“Good so now-“ Cole unwraps your apron you hadn’t realized until you felt it fall. 

“Cole” you blush as he takes your hand, “I’ll walk you home and take a break with you, when you’re up for it we’ll come back, okay?” 

You couldn’t fight him as your shoulders slump following him, “okay” you look to see his smile, it was warm and kind.

Leaving the ingredients you both walk out of the Bakery locking the door behind you. “Hey if it’s alright, could I help you? Maybe it’ll ease some stress” Cole grins, “are you actually gonna help or are you just gonna taste everything!” you tease as you poke an accusing finger. “Helping, tasting what’s the difference~” Cole mocks as you glare at him playfully, “it is when you eat all the supplies!” you laugh as Cole smiles.

“There’s that pretty smile” your laughter stops as you look to him blushing, as Cole just smiles admiring the blush on your face. 

Your heart beating fast, this man is gonna be the death of you.

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ

♡‧₊˚Zane Julien♡‧₊˚

⋆｡°·☁️He’s Kind to You⋆｡°·☁️

⋆˚🐾˖   Zane has been kind to you since the day you two met, growing up you had a hard time trusting people and their intentions however you never found yourself questioning Zane’s motive to hang out with you. 

⋆˚🐾˖   Despite his formal way of talk and his struggle to understand jokes, or idioms or glowing eyes and smooth skin that felt a little weird-

⋆˚🐾˖   and-omg is this guy real?!

⋆˚🐾˖   Despite the strangeness of whatever Zane was, that never mattered to you as every time you saw him, and he saw you his face would light up with excitement to come and talk to you. You!

⋆˚🐾˖   It made you happy to know that someone was excited to see you, to talk to you and, be with you, for you.

⋆˚🐾˖   Your heart would flutter when he would say your name with such joy. 

⋆˚🐾˖   Whenever he would ask, “are you alright?” whenever your face showed even an inch of sadness.

⋆˚🐾˖   He would ask for you to teach him things, such as phrases, emotions, or people.

⋆˚🐾˖   Stating that he never truly understood how to connect with others that he felt comfortable with, or how others struggled to understand him.

⋆˚🐾˖   You could somewhat relate as you too struggled to connect with others, you smile as you agree to help him.

⋆˚🐾˖    You felt that it was the least you could do for him, since he helped you realize your true feelings for him.

˚˖��ִ໋🦢˚

Summer was coming to an end as the park hosted an outside movie theater event, it was last minute but luckily you and Zane got to go. There were many movies to choose from at different times, as Zane did not have a preference, he asked for you to pick.

“Why is she crying?” Zane asks as he sits on your blanket you had brought from home. He looked to the screen projector as if studying a rare fossil, it was amusing to you to say the least.

“Because she has to choose between her career or the man that she fell in love with” you explain simply as you take a bite from you brightly colored snow cone.

Zane hums as if finally understanding, even though you knew he would ask another question, 

The scene plays with an intimate moment as the man holds the women in his arms.

“You, I choose you!” the women dramatically burst into tears from her emotional confession, “I thought I lost you, darling” the man spoke dramatically a heavy accent laced his voice. 

It sucked that this was the only romance playing…

Suddenly a burst of laughter coming from the person next to you, you gave a shocked expression to Zane at his sudden unfitting emotion to the scene. 

You squeak as you blush shushing him; however, he didn’t seem to catch on so doing the only thing you thought of.

You leap on top of him, hands over his mouth as hiss came from people around you shushing Zane. After a few seconds of silence, the crowd seemed pleased as glares moved back to the screen.

“Zane what was that?!” you whisper yell, slowly moving your hands for Zane to explain himself for loudly laughing during a movie.

“Was that not appropriate?” The man under you seemed genuinely confused as you stop for a second. You soon recover and shook your head, 

“Well laughing loudly during a movie with strangers isn’t really appropriate… But what was so funny about the scene?” You weren’t upset or accusing you just wanted to know. Zane pointed out that no seemed to understand the things he does, so asking the source was the best way for you to understand. 

Zane processes your words as he looks to the sky as if it would give him an answer, “The characters in the film, they were joyful, I displayed the action that is typically seen during joyful episodes. Laughter is a joyful response to a scenario such as that.”

Oh…

“Oooh, I get it, you’re happy for them.” You connected as you smile, Zane nods happy that you understood his logical reason, you absentmindedly lay your head under your arms over his chest.

“I get it… just next maybe not so loud, okay?” you wink playfully as you smile at him,

Zane’s gears start working again as his fan goes off, his face was hot again. 

(ᵕ—ᴗ—)

♡‧₊˚Jay Walker♡‧₊˚

⋆˚✿˖°❀You Love When He Touches You⋆˚✿˖°❀

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊   Hanging out with jay helps you forget outside worries; you were sure if an outsider saw your dynamic, they’d think you were a bully for enjoying the man’s awkward struggles to communicate with you. 

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊   However every time he would stutter a response or trip on his words. Biting the bottom of his lip as his fingers anxiously tugging the bottom of his shirt wrinkling the edges every time you caught him staring at you made your heart soar. 

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊   A grin danced on your lips as you stare at Jay making his freckled face explode even more soaking up the cute expression. 

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ The thought of being the reason as to why Jay was nervous made you happy, it made happy scenarios in your head of you two together in love. If he was like this, how would he be if you two were together. 

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊. However, you weren’t completely off the hook as those little moments of when you and Jay were close together during video games or walks in the park. Or devouring plates of food together, a simple subtle touch from his hand, or a bump of the shoulders. Hands that linger on your arm, knees close together, or cheek touches. 

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ Made you feel as though you were trapped in a field of flowers. Each graze of soft petals filled your senses as you fought the urge to succumb and lay in their gentle touches.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊. You knew that you could fall in love with Jay Walker every time you touched.

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You and Jay sat on the edge of a sidewalk right outside the park gate, a bag of jelly fruit being shared between you two,

“Eye spy, uhhh, blue!” Jay quickly comes up with a clue for an object that you had to guess before thinking for too long. You roll your eyes playfully holding a strawberry flavor jelly, “is it your shoes again?” you answer in a snarky tone. Jay goes quiet as he rolls his eyes taking a bite of the orange jelly fruit as you both hear a pop making him jump. You start laughing as Jay quickly moves his pants to avoid the jelly that was seeping out from the mold.

“Alright your turn~” Jay sucks out the juice before directing his attention to you waiting for your response, you think for a moment as your eyes scan every possible object. 

“Eye spy… something, pink~” you grin as you were sure that you had stumped Jay with your clue to the object you chose.

Jay looks around as he tries to find anything pink, “where is pink, I see nothing” you giggle as you look away from him. Jay chuckles as he looks to your failed poker face, “is this object even outside? You chose from one of the stores didn’t you!” Jay accuses as his smiles grows bigger as you cackle. 

“You did, you cheater!” Jay screamed as you double down in laughter, “don’t hate the player hate the game, blue jay~” you grin as you look to the object you chose being a cake on displayed in a bakery.

Jay huffs as he looks, the only stores in front were the Bakery, the Post office, and the Deli. All had windows though,

Jay squints as he leans closer, “times ticking Jay~” you tease as you float the jelly fruit to Jay’s mouth implying his punishment of being soaked in jelly fruit. 

“I never timed you- H-hold on!” Jay frantically looks finally settling on a guess as his finger finally points to an object.

“The cake in the Bakery!” there was a silence for dramatic effect as you tsk retracting the strawberry jelly fruit back. 

“Hmph, good job, lightning bug~” you sigh as you bring the fruit to your mouth as Jay shouts in victory, you squeak at the pop of the mold as the jelly luckily squeezed into your mouth. However, some coated your cheek.

You sigh in relief as you lick the remains, you look to Jay to continue playing however he stares at you with an expression you couldn’t read.

“What? Is there something on my face?” you ask wiping your face of any jelly fruit, but Jay laughed as you missed continuously. 

“Hahaaa, almost there-haha!” Jay wheezes as you start getting annoyed, as you lightly shove him playfully, “you suck, tell me where it is!” you whine a smile growing as your cheeks turned warm at Jays enjoyment of your embarrassment.

“haha, here-“ Jay leans over his hand on your cheek as he swipes the jelly off, the moment was quick. But if felt as though the world was moving in slow motion just to mess with you, the evening sun rested on Jay’s face making him look so handsome. Jay tilts his head as if getting a better look at him, with a relaxed expression you both wished for the moment to last forever.

But of course, Jay soon comes to his senses and reels back forcing his hand down to his side as his face erupts with blush and heavy sweat. 

“S-sorry, I totally, didn’t mean that! I-I mean I did I just wanted to help y’know?” you giggle as his goes higher as he tries to explain himself. Your tiny giggles seemed to spare his anxious mind,

“I know” you smile as you grab another jelly fruit looking to continue the game as you bask in the ghost touch that Jay left on your cheek.

Unknowing to you that Jay was staring at his hand, the strawberry jelly stained his hand as he brought it to his lips licking what was left as soft pink dusted his cheeks. 

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OML, I finished!! I was so excited to write my second Boyfriend Scenario, but it was a struggleeee But I had so much fun with these scenarios especially Zane's story ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა I'm so happy that people liked my first Boyfriend Scenario story which is why I got so excited to write this one. If anyone would like to make requests on these characters or others in the series totally ask, I could use the practice in writing, hehe ᯓᡣ𐭩 ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆ P.s. TUMBLR IM COMMIN FOR YOUR BUTT FOR MAKING ME REPOST THIS!!!!! Love, ⋆˚࿔ Karrots 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[naturistgirl]

Daron, Celtic Oak Goddess - Reprise

I would like to revisit this theme and anyway, it is a good excuse to post more naked woodland pictures. Here goes :-)

Here I stand in the lower Oak Grove of our 'Wild Wood'. It is one of the nearest pieces of local countryside to my house; only a few minutes walk away. I am a naturist and I wear almost nothing wherever I go, yet I love most of all, to walk completely naked here. Somehow it energises me, heals stress and promotes calm.

I love to touch, feel and listen to these trees. The sounds are subtle; a creak of wood bending; the rustle of leaves; the warm rough skin of the tree; in Autumn, the soft fall of an acorn and the flutter of falling leaves.

We are currently in the latter part of the 7th, complete lunar month of the year. Traditionally, this is the Oak Moon. The Ancient Britons worshipped an 'Oak Goddess', Daron whom I have mentioned in an earlier blog. The long lived Oak itself was held to be a symbol of wisdom and also fertility. It was one of the Celtic sacred trees.

Like my husband I speak Welsh. In our language, 'Oak' is 'Derwen'. Our word for Druid comes from the same root. References to the Oak exist in place names across the Celtic World, for example Cill Dara (Kildare) in Eire. Across our various nations the word for this magnificent tree is almost the same: Irish, Dair; Scots Gaelic, Darach; Manx, Daragh; Cornish Derowen; Breton, Dervenn.

The ancient Celts had a respect for their environment. They also believed that they were custodians of the nature; not her master. We hold our lovely woodlands in Trust; not only for my two lovely daughters but for the whole world. I am not ashamed to be a naked tree hugger, no matter how quirky others might think I am. We have one world and one life. I live mine naked and respect the world I'm in.

Call me ridiculously romantic but as I walk naked, hand in hand, with my husband here, I feel a special honour and blessing beneath these trees. This is our sacred place and I am so pleased to share it here with you in writing.

Thank you to my Welsh Prince of a husband for the images. He loves this place as much as I do. If you are a nemophilist and naturist like myself, or just naturally inclined; please like, share and re-blog with our blessing. Positive comments and questions are always welcome.

If you just prefer to enjoy the naked outdoor pics and ignore the story; no worries; that's okay too (if a little sad). Please like and appreciate. I don't judge, even if you have a completely empty blog with a strangely sexual name to it :-)

Jane xx

[theballadofthesunandthestars]

Hey! Been a rough day, to cheer myself and other people up maybe just a little, I’m rewatching Season 1 of PJO, and live-talking about things I love about parts of the episode. (Only positivity allowed!) I’m starting with Episode 1 and 2, so read on if you want!

Episode 1

Solid opening. The drums, the lightning strike, followed by the music. The expression on Walker’s face, the rain, which foreshadows Percy as a son of Poseidon. The first few lines lifted directly from the book, THE SCORE!!! I still remember how I felt when I first watched it, and I was in awe.

The kid who plays younger Percy is so expressive, it makes me giggle. His face when the counselor tells him it’s all in his head? Priceless. I think he’s returning for Season 2, and I’m so excited to see him again.

The coloring getting so much more vibrant when Grover entered his life?! I’m obsessed, Grover and Percy are platonic soulmates. And the way Percy immediately got defensive when Nancy hit Grover with her backpack? I love them.

Chiron has such a powerful voice, the casting department never misses.

Virginia was the perfect casting for Sally Jackson. She radiates such a warm energy. And the way she’s immediately teaching Percy to question the stories he’s been told about the gods. The lighting is also so warm, representing how warm Percy feels when he’s with her.

Mrs. Dodds is another perfect casting. That voice Megan has is so unique, and works in a way for that character that I could have never thought of on my own.

Grover’s compassion never fails to amaze me. The fact that he talks about how Nancy could be struggling is so incredible.

Also, I love the small details like Grover giving Percy the meat in his sandwich and Percy giving him the cheese. Just small stuff like that which shows how long they’ve known each other, how great of a bond they have, how being thoughtful and considerate to each other comes so naturally for both of them.

I like how you can already kind of see the age difference between Percy and Grover in this scene as well, where Grover talks like he’s older than he looks before he even reveals to us that he’s 24. He talks about life with a lot more experience and wisdom than Percy, even though developmentally they’re kind of at the same level. Again, the subtle details are incredible.

Again, what inspires Percy to action is a sense of protectiveness over Grover. When Nancy throws her cheese at Grover, that’s what makes him stand and go to fight her. Sure, Grover is Percy’s satyr protector, but Percy is incredibly protective of him, and it already foreshadows Percy’s fatal flaw of loyalty as well.

The way Mrs. Dodd’s costume melds into the Fury is such good design. I’m obsessed with it, and her costuming is SO GOOD.

The glance Chiron and Grover share, the way Grover looks so guilty when Chiron tells Percy Mrs. Dodds doesn’t exist? I love it when a character is in conflict with themselves and their duty.

Walker has such incredible comedic timing and delivery. He’s mastered the sassy teenage boy in all of his work.

Aryan truly gave me a new perspective on the character of Grover in his performance, which will become more evident later. But Aryan has such incredible micro expressions, and he really understands Grover and his relationship with Percy in a way I feel a lot of the fandom sometimes doesn’t. In this scene with the headmaster, he’s absolutely incredible, you can see Grover fighting with himself to do what will protect Percy, even if it hurts their friendship.

GROVER LOOKING AT PERCY BEFORE SAYING HE SAW PERCY ASSAULT NANCY I’m sick Aryan you sick man how dare you.

I just praised Walker’s comedic acting, and it’s worthy of praise, but I feel like in PJO, he really got to show off his emotional acting as well. Again, this becomes more prevalent later, but all the actors in this show do the most incredible acting with just their eyes, and Walker is no exception. In almost every close-up of an emotional scene, Walker has the most expressive eyes. You will probably see me talking about it constantly throughout my commentary.

In the scene with Chiron, it broke my heart seeing what years of emotional gaslighting has done to Percy. He’s unable to talk about what he thought actually happened, even with someone he likes and trusts, especially after he was “betrayed” by Grover. It makes me think of all the ADHD kids who are gaslit about their problems and are told it’s a character fault rather than a disability they can’t help. And again, both Walker and Glynn kill it in this scene.

THE SCORE I’m sick it’s so underrated

The sinking feeling when Percy is walking to his apartment and we hear Gabe yelling. We automatically understand what’s going on in Percy’s home life.

Also the detail of Percy knowing the plumber’s name? He’s so incredibly sweet

Gabe is clearly trying to get a rise out of Percy, and it’s so emblematic of a lot of abusive relatives who want a rise out of you, then immediately turn it against you. Love it.

I like the details sprinkled in about how Gabe abuses Sally. (Benefitting from her financially, controlling her phone, deciding when she can leave the apartment, etc.) It’s subtle, but weaves a story all on its own.

Both Percy and Sally are combative, and I love the mother/son parallels.

This show goes so far to humanize Sally in the most beautiful way. This becomes apparent in later episodes too, but the little details like listening to music and trying to unwind in the rain to be near Poseidon and the way she mirrors Percy in so many ways… I’m obsessed.

The way Percy mumbles “It really wasn’t my fault” into Sally’s neck when she hugs him, and the way he melts and hugs her back so tightly. The way Sally closes her eyes and just holds him so tightly. Walker and Virginia absolutely NAIL Sally and Percy’s relationship. We as the audience also feel the relief of being reunited with Sally that Percy feels in this moment.

Percy’s little smile when Sally says she believes him? So cute and such a small detail that works so well

Percy is so quiet, and Sally immediately picks up that it’s because of Grover’s “betrayal.” Then when Percy continues being upset, she realizes it’s something more and asks if there’s anything else he wants to talk about. Again, the little moments add up to really flesh out Sally and Percy’s relationship.

When Percy says he’s scared, that’s when Sally realizes just how dire the situation is, and she immediately makes plans to get him to a place where he will feel safe again. (Camp Half-Blood!) Also, the fact that Sally is the only person we’ve seen Percy actually be vulnerable with? Obsessed.

Again, Persassy? More like Sally-sassy! (Not as catchy, I know.)

Walker killing it with the comedic facial expressions as always.

Back to the opening scene, the foreshadowing of Kronos, and just the imagery of that single lantern held by a skeleton figure in the distance? Sends shivers up my spine. Also reinforces the fact that while Kronos is rising, he’s still weak right now. And the stronger he gets, the more he affects Percy’s dreams.

Also, Kronos mocks Percy’s vulnerability with his mother by repeating the fact that Percy is scared. Makes him intimidating, as we know whoever this figure is has been watching Percy for a while now, trying to decipher who he is.

SALLY WIPING AWAY TEARS I’m unwell. She puts on a brave face for Percy, but she’s terrified. Again, the humanization of Sally has been one of the best things to come out of this show. Virginia my beloved.

THE RACING love it.

The subtle foreshadowing of Percy’s father with the cabin on the beach and the seashell details, the set designers WENT OFF with this.

Pausing to talk about these two lines: “I found the marshmallows that don’t burn too easy.” “I don’t think it was the marshmallow’s fault I wasn’t paying attention.” Sally’s expression after is so heartbreaking, first of all, but these two lines tell us everything about Percy and Sally right now in the story. Sally is doing everything in her power to make life better for Percy and to make him feel less alone, and despite this, Percy is still alone and feeling unworthy and unlovable. He blames himself for the things he can’t help, like his ADHD. Sally did the best she could with Percy, but she could not protect him fully. And that’s so heartbreaking. Again, the little details and moments add up.

Sally staying quiet and letting Percy say what he needs to say until he doesn’t have the words anymore, then she steps in to help him. She’s so incredibly empathetic.

The shift in music when Sally asks “What did she say to you?” HELLO THE SCORE IS SO GOOD

THE FACE TOUCH WHEN PERCY ASKS ABOUT HIS DAD?!! Virginia you did NOT have to go this hard

Sally tearing up when trying to explain to Percy, I’ve said it so many times, but it’s so good.

Again, Walker with the comedy. He’s incredibly talented.

Sally crying when Percy says he’s wrong and broken? Shut up Virginia I CANNOT DO THIS-

“Baby no-“ STOP IT

Sally’s protective voice when someone knocks at the door, Sally my beloved

Seeing Grover so anxious really amps up the tension, we’ve always seen him so calm so far, and it really works when we see the shift.

Walker and comedy. Enough said.

The orientation speech Grover gives in the car, Grover my beloved.

Grover apologizing to Percy is so important to me. Grover cares about Percy so much, and desperately wants his friendship and support. Even though Grover did the right thing and he knows that, Percy is still hurt, and so Grover puts in the effort to make it right again. I love you, Grover.

Back to the orientation speech, I love Grover he’s truly a camp counselor.

I love the comedic aspect of Percy Jackson as a series. The comedy makes the emotional beats really stand out. The Minotaur wearing underwear? Hysterical, I love it

Sally’s determined face?! Truly mother

When the car crashes and she puts her arm over Percy? Mother.

Grover immediately going to get Sally and Percy out the car despite being injured? I love him, Percy protect him PLEASE

Sally means business. I love the shift in Virginia’s voice whenever Sally goes into protective mom mode versus when she talks to Percy.

THE LIGHTING FROM BEHIND PARALELLING THE LIGHTING IN THE MUSEUM FLASHBACK SCENE

Sally’s voice breaking when she says “you are not broken.” I am unwell

Sally confidently says, “It’ll be okay.” But then she sees Percy’s fear, and she melts. Again, so many little details in Virginia’s performance that just make me tear up.

Can’t wait to see Sally with a shotgun in Season 5, this scene with Sally and the Minotaur is so badass.

WALKER’S EYE ACTING IS BACK BABYYY

The glowing sword, I love it.

Percy only really acts up when someone he loves is hurt or in danger. He attacked Nancy after she bullied Grover, and now he’s attacking the Minotaur after he “killed” Percy’s mom.

Sally reaching for Percy as she dies, stop that I’m already on the floor

Percy’s hero moment immediately followed by the collapse, I’m weak.

ANNABETH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Amazing final frame, I love this episode.

EPISODE 2 BABYYYYYYY

ANNABETH CHASEEE y’all I’m gonna be praising Leah like crazy get ready bitches.

Grover once again watching over Percy as soon as he had recovered from his injuries, Grover cares about Percy so much.

Grover trying to cheer Percy up, then being with Percy when he’s sad? And the SELF BLAME Grover sweetie you did NOTHING WRONG-

Percy has only become more closed off now that his mother is gone, he straight up refuses to talk to one of his closest friends

THE CAMP LAKE I love this location so much for Camp.

This episode sets up a lot of little mysteries; who is this guy in the Hawaiian shirt? Why is there an empty wheelchair? Who was that girl standing over Percy? It keeps you engaged and makes it more fun to watch.

Jason was the best possible casting for Dionysus, I can’t wait to see him again in Season 2. He absolutely nails his lack-of-fucks attitude and sass.

PERCY AND DIONYSUS BANTER so fucking good

Grover I love you.

Again, both Jason and Walker are great at comedy, so the fake claiming scene makes me die of laughter. Also shout out to Diet Coke.

THE FAKE SINCERITY IN DIONYSUS’S VOICE CRACKS ME UP SO MUCH

The gold detailing on the leg Chiron was shot in is SOO GOOD the costume and makeup people put so much thought into each of these characters

BOTH GROVER AND PERCY LOOKING AT MR D AT THE SAME TIME IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

Grover and Percy are so protective of each other, Grover immediately trying to follow Percy and Chiron because he wants to ensure Percy is okay makes me tear up oh god Grover my beloved

Aryan’s goat walking is so fucking good. Also, we’re starting to see how expressive Aryan’s eyes are, he and Leah both have those big brown puppy eyes that you can’t say no to and they express so much emotion with them.

Camp Half Blood my beloved, I am obsessed with the design, and I can’t wait to see it again in Season 2.

The owl being unscripted is so fucking cool.

This is a world literally built for people with ADHD to thrive, thus the reappearing pen sword. Percy can’t lose it, which is a common problem for people with ADHD (like myself!)

The cabins have such cool designs, I wish I could see them all more closely.

THE WAY PERCY’S VOICE BREAKS WHEN HE SAYS “Never.” I AM SO UPSET SOMEONE GO ADOPT HIM PLEASEEEE

Hermes cabin not giving a fuck about Percy is so funny, they really don’t care.

The hopeful music when Percy looks around the cabin, followed by the shift down when he doesn’t get his own bed, the shift up when he sees his mother’s gifts, then the shift down when Luke appears?! This score slaps so fucking hard, and really dictates the emotions of the scene, making it clear how Percy is feeling in each moment. I love it so much.

Time for Charlie Bushnell praise. Charlie kills it as Luke, no questions about it. He really adopts the big brother role so quickly and naturally. Charlie also just radiates genuine charm and warmth, so it’s easy to fall in love with Luke and trust him immediately with Percy. Charlie kills it as Luke, and I will talk about his villainous stuff later, but he’s so good at all of it.

Again, with the little character details. The tree nymph pointing out how Grover has been picking more at his horns, showing how much Grover has been worrying about Percy. “You’re too hard on yourself, Grover. You always have been.” The fact that the horn picking comes back later in the season is also just SO GOOD

Grover went above and beyond for Percy, asking the Cloven council about Percy’s mom. Even when Percy is angry at him, Grover is determined to do right by him. It becomes obvious why Percy chose Grover to go on his quest with him, despite the prophecy warning of a betrayal.

Mr. D and Chiron’s relationship is so cute. They have such great chemistry together. The little glances they share while Grover talks is so cute.

Grover is determined to tell Percy the truth because he knows it hurts Percy when he’s lied to. Grover knows Percy so well and cares so much, it’s absolutely incredible.

Percy’s dream on the beach, in the same clothes he was in when he lost his mother, symbolizing how he’s still hung up on Sally.

The beach collapsing as Percy’s mortal life crumbles away, I love the symbolism in this dream.

Again, Luke reassuring Percy. It’s interesting to think that right now, Luke really does have the best of intentions with Percy, and wants to make him feel less alone and welcome at camp.

The subtle shift when Luke says, “Hermes is my father” CHARLIE THE PERFORMER THAT YOU ARE

Again, the slight bitterness in Luke’s voice when he talks about the gods, it’s just the right amount of subtle, and Charlie just kills it. You can already see hints of Luke as a villain on second watch through, but if you were a new viewer, it’s harder to pick up on. Details like this make the viewer more likely to go back and rewatch episodes, and I love it

Clarissa is an intimidating bully, but not in an irredeemable way. Love her.

Charlie is so good at the quiet cockiness that Luke has in the beginning. He’s a bit egotistical, and we can see hints of that now.

The way Luke’s face drops in sympathy when Percy is trying to figure out how to make his father stop ignoring him? You can already tell that Luke sees so much of himself in Percy.

The casual disabled representation, I love it.

Luke’s quiet confidence in Percy, encouraging him gently at every task and standing up for Percy in little ways in an attempt to help Percy find his place. I love it so much.

“We’re gonna find the thing that you’re good at. I know it.” Luke has been exactly where Percy is now, and he knows exactly what Percy needs to hear to help him push forward. Luke is the older figure Percy desperately needed in his life, and it makes the betrayal hurt so much more.

Luke’s slight bitterness about the burnt offerings? Again, subtle foreshadowing, and I love it, Charlie you killed it

Percy burning one of the jellybeans from Sally’s gift and trying to talk to her? I love it so much.

Again, the fact that Percy will only be vulnerable with Sally, even when she’s dead. He waits until everyone is asleep before he even tries a burnt offering, and sneaks off into the woods so he’ll have privacy. My poor sweet boy

Percy trying to stay happy for his mom, even though he’s not sure if she even listening, it’s so cute and sad

Percy’s determination and stubbornness is so good, and I just love it. You can already see hints of who Percy will be, and you can already start to see glimpses of a Greek hero in him.

Clarisse is the perfect bully for this series, and she’s genuinely intimidating. She is the perfect rival for Percy, and sets his character growth into motion. She’s a perfect antagonist in this episode.

Annabeth Chase, my beloved. I love her.

Annabeth trying to appear cocky and mysterious until Percy confirms that he recognizes her, then immediately trying to play it cool? She’s so funny, Leah you absolutely KILLED this scene.

Annabeth reminds me of me so much as a teenage girl, trying desperately to prove herself by being mysterious and stoic, but deep down just being such a sweetheart Leah absolutely understands Annabeth as a character and really brings her to life

Annabeth smiling, then noticing Percy, then immediately dropping the smile to try and look cool, it’s so funny and such an Annabeth thing to do.

I love the fact that they’re already foreshadowing Thalia. It’s also a great way to set up the stakes of forbidden kids.

Luke’s subtle devastation when he says Thalia didn’t make it? It ruins me.

Again with Luke having faith in Percy, by implying that Percy may be the demigod Annabeth’s been waiting for? (Also, that subtle romantic foreshadowing? I love it.)

Luke really is such an older brother figure, I love it so much.

“Not you, sunshine. You’re with me.” So fucking adorable, Annabeth really decided to just pick on this new kid so that she could win capture the flag for the fourth time in a row, and I’m obsessed with it.

The way Percy is scrambling for Annabeth’s approval and validation is so adorable.

Again, the foreshadowing is incredible. “You still don’t get where you fit into all this, do you?” This foreshadows Percy being the kid of the prophecy. Also, the adjustment of the armor strap very subtly foreshadows Annabeth’s romantic interest in him before she even falls for him.

Also, side note; I think at this point, she hasn’t developed a crush on him yet. I think the crush starts to take form in Episode 3. But I love the way Annabeth’s interest in him doesn’t steam immediately from romantic feelings or crushes for Percy, but out of trying to find her own path. She really fell for Percy when she least expected to fall for anyone.

Her cocky little smile when she puts the cap back on is SO CUTE Leah you ate with that

Showing off Luke’s skills as a swordsman, I love it. Also, his unquestionable faith in Annabeth is so sweet, and his faith in Percy as well to know what needs to be done to win the game.

Percy really is just a nerdy teenage boy, it’s so cute the way he just sort of messes around when Annabeth “leaves” him alone in the woods.

“Flag’s that way, it’s not here.” IM LAUGHING SO HARD the fact that Percy immediately gave up on getting glory when Annabeth rejected his help and is just sulking is so fucking funny

I love the way Clarisse toys with Percy. She’s like a lioness stalking her prey, makes her so much more intimidating.

The moment Percy is hurt, we see him lock in. We see just how skilled of a swordsman he is, and we can see Clarisse realize this and lock in as well.

The subtle devastation on her face when Percy breaks her spear, the only gift she had from her father? Even the antagonist is getting treated like a complex character who has her own motivations and feelings, I love it,

Also, I love the contrast between Clarisse and Annabeth through the way they fight. Both are incredibly skilled fighters, but Annabeth’s kills are always quick and efficient, relying on cleverness, and often letting the enemy defeat themselves, much like she did with Clarisse. Clarisse is more prideful and gleeful; she follows her emotions when fighting and finds enjoyment out of toying with her opponents when she knows she has them cornered. She fights hard and fast, using large weapons to intimidate her opponents and flashy movements to throw them off. This Capture the Flag game sets Annabeth up to be a clever and powerful warrior, while revealing the cracks and faults in Clarisse, thereby adding character to both of them. It’s done so well, I love it.

Luke leading the flag, showing how great of a leader he is and how skilled of a fighter, so fucking good.

Annabeth has a quiet confidence to her that Leah portrays so fucking well. So far, Annabeth has been kept in the safety of camp, where she knows her opponents well and knows how to defeat them. Her plans always work, so she’s self-assured and confident in them. Later on, when she enters the real world, we see her get shaken and lose some faith in herself, only for Percy and Grover to help her regain it. Anyways, when Percy is upset at her, she doesn’t care because she knows her plan worked, and she takes pride in it. Annabeth’s confidence is a huge part of her character and character arch, and Leah portrays it PERFECTLY.

Still, she’s empathetic. When she sees Percy is upset, her face shifts, and she helps him up and tries to explain to him. Annabeth is smug sometimes, but she cares so deeply about the people around her. She only shoves him in the water when she realizes she can’t properly explain it to him without showing him. Again, Leah nails these little shifts and moments in Annabeth’s character.

The little smile Annabeth has when she’s proven right about who Percy’s dad was? Adorable.

I love everything about the claiming scene. The simple yet powerful visuals, Percy’s heroic expression, the look on Luke’s face when he realizes just who Percy is, the voiceover by Chiron, and the SCORE!!!! It’s all done so perfectly

The loneliness in Percy’s new cabin compared to when he was in Hermes’? So devastating, I love it, really showing how Percy needs to face his new path alone, and how small he feels in the face of it.

Percy slowly realizing what Chiron and Mr. D are asking of him and being horrified, Walker Scobell the actor you are-

Again with Percy’s stubbornness! I love it. And it feels natural, not like a bratty kid trying to get out of doing work.

This to me is really where we see how the show is leagues better than the movie. I love Logan Lerman, he’s one of my favorite actors, but the fact that they aged Percy up in the movies is a mistake. Here, we see Percy for what he is; a terrified kid in over his head who’s lost his mother, the only person he felt he could trust, who has been thrust into this new and scary world. In the movie, his refusal at first to go on the quest feels like an angry teenager throwing a fit about being given responsibility, but in the show, we can see that it’s just a kid trying desperately to hold onto what little control left he has in this new and scary world. It’s so good.

“I am Sally Jackson’s son!” That’s my fucking golden BOY-

Grover my beloved, coming in and dropping a BOMBSHELL in the middle of that fight I love him.

Grover is offering a compromise, and a chance for Percy to regain some control over his life by offering up the fact that he can save Sally while getting the bolt. It really shows how well Grover knows Percy and how much he respects and loves Percy. I’ve said it so often, but Aryan absolutely KILLS IT as Grover, he really was the perfect casting.

The parallel between Percy and his namesake, Perseus, just trying to protect and save their mothers, I’m so ill I love it.

I want to do the other episodes, I’ll likely to them 2 at a time! Please reblog or comment with your own observations, I’d love to hear them!

[asha-mage]

Mat/Rand. Prince

[Send me a character or pairing, and a one word prompt, and I'll write you a drabble!]

There is a small grassy glade in the Waterwood, nestled between two oddly shaped boulders that at one point in history, might have been something more. The huge willows of the Waterwood, with their spreading branches and tangling winding roots flank it on all sides and make the place almost invisible, if you do not know the trick of finding the path.

Rand can no longer remember if he or Mat was the first to discover it- the first to wander into that hidden place, always a little shadowy and damp with dew, even at mid noon in summer. But he knows that it was just their place: for the two of them to lay back in the grass and reach up for the branches, to laugh and joke and share secrets together. To talk of the adventures they would have when they where big enough to no longer be told no but their families or the Wisdom, or the Women’s Circle.

It wasn’t like the pond where they would go sometimes, with Perrin and Egwene to swim in the boiling heat of summer. Or like the trips down to idle by the river with other village youths. Something unspoken held it just between them, as if sharing knowledge of it would shatter something fragile and brittle and shinning kept there, between their laughs and games of make-believe.

Once, when they where eight, Mat had made a crown. With his clumsy fingers he had woven starburst and morning glory with loose garlands from the willows, twinning them around broken branches and loose sticks until he had made a rough ring of white and gold and bright orange.

He had bowed elaborately when he was done and presented the crown to Rand with a flourish.

“My prince.” Mat had said with exaggerated deference spoiled only a little by the fox like grin on lips. Rand couldn’t help but laugh as he had taken it and placed it onto his head. He had known it would look foolish, but something had shinned in Mat’s eyes as Rand had fixed it in place, something for which Rand had no name at the time.

“And what am I prince of exactly?” Rand had teased when the crown was settled. “Where is my kingdom?”

“You are standing in it!” Mat had laughed and gestured at the glade. “Prince of the hidden grove! Lord of the Waterwood, etc etc.”

Rand had smirked back. “Master of all the castles in the air? And served by soldiers armored in gossamer steel?” He teased. “And who is my general then? A puppet made of glass?”

Mat had whooped but shaken his head, plucking up another stick to hold like a General’s rod. “No puppets for the Prince of the Morning. I am your general, leader of your loyal hawks, and dogs and foxes. All the carrion eaters, all the foul things can oppose you if they wish-“ He winked. “I will drive them all back with sword and shield and catapult. Let the beetles and the snakes, the rats and the ravens try. I will chase them all away from you, Highness.”

He had said it with such solemnity, such stiff lipped strength that Rand couldn’t help but burst into laughter, and Mat had followed suit soon after. They had ended up laying on their backs staring at the sky and joking about the campaigns they would wage, and the laws they would enact in their new realm (beginning with no bed times of course, and descending in importance from there).

At some point Mat’s hand had found it’s way into Rand’s, and stayed there, until it was to late for them to remain, and they had no choice but to head back to the village.

My general of the hawks and the dogs and the foxes. Rand thought as he watched Mat ride ahead of him. That was years ago no, more then a decade gone. All around them, the crowds of Cairhien citizens cheered and sang, trying to press in on Rand’s small party, held back by the Maidens and the Tearians alike.

And Mat rode ahead, not looking back. Afraid to even stare into Rand’s eyes for to long. Lieutenants and officers from the Band of the Red Hand surrounded him on all sides, and more soldiers marched, rank on rank ahead of them, basking in the accolades of their victory.

The Band of the Red Hand. Not the Band of the Dragon, or the Legion of Al’Thor. The Band of the Red Hand, named for a long dead army of mercenaries, and likely to be just the same.

Rand felt his eyes sweep up to the spires of the Sun Palace in the distance. He was more then any Prince now, more then any King, probably more even then long dead Artur Hawkwing. His name would be writ across history in fire, and their where thousands ready to march at his word, to die for him.

He felt the never healing wound in his side throb in dull agony.

His eyes sank back to Mat, to the sight of the nape of his neck, just visible above the collar of his coat.

And I would trade it all, to be in our grove again. I would give it all away for our castles in the air, for our army of hawks and dogs and foxes.

Better to be a prince with a flower crown, then the Dragon Reborn. Better by miles.

[senka-mesecine]

What do you think Barnes would do if his partner genuinely needed comfort? Like his efforts to either wait their problem out or silently just be there proved obsolete and they just needed him to be openly sweet and soft, at least for a moment.

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See, I think he is capable of sweetness and comfort.

Why wouldn't he be?

However frightening it sounds, Barnes is human.

It is just that I also think he firmly and almost unflinchingly believes in 'time and place'. Or rather, that there's a proper time and place for everything. What does that mean, you may ask? Well, he's been in a war so long he's effectively become war, as much of a stereotypical thing to say that may be, and in war, there is no place for sweetness and comfort. At least not in a way a civilian would understand. Instead, you have to become war to survive it and master it. Meaning that I tend to view Barnes's more tame and mellow proclivities like a muscle that's atrophied somewhere along the way due to deliberate lack of usage over the years. He knows how to do it or at least has some vague, faint recollection what tenderness used to look like the way someone seeing a wild animal they've never observed in the flesh represented in a book and being able to identify the illustration before them just based off of common knowledge; but, thing is, his circumstances and surroundings never gave way for him to do it, to enact said sweetness, that is, so he didn't, because you don't go around being sappy when you're in an active warzone.

That's how you get yourself and others killed.

That's how everything goes to shit in his opinion. How the machine breaks down.

That is, though, when he cares about you, I think he legitimately starts exercising said atrophied muscle because the time is now. The circumstances are calling for it.

This too is part of a machine, albeit a different one.

His devotion is needed for you to keep going.

You're hurt and he's uncharacteristically focused and even lenient, like you could break any moment if he simply touches you wrong if he goes about utilizing his usual roughness. His expression can turn somber to the degree he looks frighteningly and unsettlingly like a little boy when faced with your discomfort; like a nearly forty year old man with the expression of a kid. You're in pain and his fingers and thumb trace the outline of your face as you close your eyes to try and get some rest, his hand big enough to envelop your entire head as he caresses you, like he is trying to grab a hold of the invisible threads of whatever's bothering you and take them upon himself because he can handle it and would want to handle it instead of you without arguing. You're laying down and you're sick and he might just lay down behind you, his arms wordlessly embracing you because he doesn't give a rat's ass what he gets infected with; whatever you're down with is probably child's play compared to the type of crap he's been through anyway. His hand hovers over you when he wants to console you and downright feels cringed out with himself as he does it because it's been so long but he's there biting a bullet and doing it anyway, patting your scalp like a child's. You cut your finger and his mouth is there, sucking away the blood and tenderizing the tiny wound. You're crying and his knuckles come up to wipe away the tears, almost like he's witnessing something unprecedented and forgotten; when's the last time he himself has cried? Has he ever? Well, shit. Is it words of wisdom you need in your situation? Well, shoot, whatever he says to you might sound crude initially because that's simply his manner, but the more you think about it and re-wind his words in your mind, it is probably some of the most sagely bits of counsel you've ever been given by another person.

In general, Barnes's peculiarities and characteristics take time getting used to.

Rough around the edges as he is.

I think it takes time to recognize them all, all these quirks.

He isn't a naturally lovey-dovey person like that, you see. Far from.

Empathy is possibly there, under several seals that say 'for later usage'.

That later usage being when he's emotionally involved.

He rips off that seal when he's with you because he undoubtedly has this mentality where he feels steadfastly and ride-or-die responsible for you as the weaker one of the two and by extension, responsible for keeping you alive and well.

[eris090]

Title - "You got fucked over by America? Nice!"

No archive warnings

Relationships - RED Soldier / Zhanna (Team Fortress 2)

Tags - Collars, Leashes, Master/Pet, Praise Kink, Rough oral sex, Sex toys, Anal fingering, Femdom

Words - 2,699

Description - Soldier forgor 💀

The sight of Zhanna looming over him was one that Soldier had already become very accustomed to. Whether it was wrestling, sleeping or other explicit activities, Zhanna would usually find her way on top of Soldier, no matter the context. She was powerful, and she liked showing it.

That said, the position Soldier found himself in at the moment still made him slightly nervous. When Zhanna had been very handsy with him the entire day, Soldier just assumed in all his great wisdom that she was simply showing him affection. Which wasn't entirely false, but that wasn't the main goal, as Soldier quickly found out, when hours after they were done battling for the day Zhanna came barreling into his room, a bag in her tight grip as she tackled him.

Of course, this was normal. Sporadic wrestling was Soldiers bread and butter, so he raised his fist in preparation to fight back, that was before he saw Zhanna's expression. 

She looked angry. 

It chilled the patriot to the bone to see his fiance angry with him, not to mention the fact he didn't know what he had even done to provoke her. As far as he knew, she had been very happy all day! Smiling at him, hugging him, slapping his ass. All regular friendly things, however it only occurred to the patriot as Zhanna gazed down at him that those actions may have had something to do with it.

Setting the bag she had been carrying on the floor beside her, Zhanna spoke. “You are dumbest man in world.” She stated, hands resting on her hips as she glared down at the patriot, who only chuckled in response once he recovered from the initial shock. Soldier grinned up at his fiance, fully assuming she was teasing him, however that assumption was dropped when Zhanna's harsh expression did not disappear when he laughed.

“I am serious Jane. Did you forget what day it is?” She raised an eyebrow condescendingly, the question going one ear and out the other for Soldier as the answer was obviously yes. Lead poisoning had that effect on people, and he was not immune, even after he had taken all the pills in Merasmus’ medicine cabinet.

The Russian woman peered down at him, seemingly expecting an answer that Soldier was in no way prepared to give. Luckily, it was only a few moments before Zhanna answered the question for him. “It is our anniversary.”

Oh.

Soldier’s stomach dropped as he heard that, his eyes becoming wide enough that they were visible from beneath his helmet. The patriot's shocked expression would quickly fade however, getting replaced with one of abject despair. Soldier didn't often feel bad for things, mostly because he usually didn't seem to think he did anything wrong, however it was here that the man's heart sank, guilt overwhelming his senses as he looked up at his beautiful fiance.

There was no way in hell she had planned something ‘nice’ for their anniversary, and that's just how Soldier liked it. This being their first anniversary, Zhanna had likely planned for them to either wrestle or peg him into the sheets, maybe even both, but it was the sentiment that came with Soldier forgetting that made him feel bad. 

Zhanna however, seemed to notice the guilt filling her fiance's expression as her face softened and she reached down to cup his cheek in her hand. “It is ok, my maggot bear.” she assured him, gesturing for him to sit up. “I know just way you can make it up to me.”

She'd add with a grin, though Soldier only seemed confused by her vague suggestion, that was until she reached towards the bag she had set down earlier and pulled something out of it. A collar.

Soldier's heart fluttered back to its proper place, a wobbly smile spreading on his face while Zhanna shook it slightly, allowing Soldier to get a good eye full of it before she reached down to wordlessly clip it around Jane's neck. Obediently, Soldier lifted his head to allow his fiance to slide it underneath his neck and clip it at the front. The dark green leather pressed on his throat like a weighted blanket, lulling him into a sense of security that he only allowed himself to enter around Zhanna and Demo.

Laying his head back down, Soldier simply gazed up at the ceiling as his fiance pulled another item from the bag and attached it to his collar, revealing it to be a leash, which only made Soldier's excitement grow. He'd groan as he felt his cock begin stirring inside his uniform, pressing against the front of his pants where Zhanna sat atop him, though she seemed to pay it no mind. 

Zhanna rose to her feet, holding the leash she had attached to Soldier’s collar and picked the bag off the floor before walking over towards the Patriots bed. The sudden tug around his neck made Soldier perk up, looking over at Zhanna who was gazing down at him expectantly, a smirk decorating her features. Soldier would obediently rise to his knees and crawl over to her, following her to his bed where she would sit down. “Sit, mutt.” Zhanna commanded, at which Soldier would obey, not even considering not following her instructions.

Her pleased grin made Soldier melt, unbelievably happy to see his fiance displaying some amount of delight at his obedience. Beckoning the patriot closer, Zhanna would spread her thighs, and Soldier would hastily heel to her silent command. “Get undressed.” She gave another command, which as usual, Soldier delightedly obeyed, pulling his red shirt over his head and unbuttoning his pants, too focused on his eagerness to follow Zhanna's orders to notice that she had stripped as well.

It seemed however that Zhanna quickly grew tired of her fiance's obliviousness, immediately placing her hand under his chin once he finished undressing and lifting his head to look at her, playfully knocking his helmet off using her free hand as she did so. Soldier had seen Zhanna naked countless times, inside and outside the bedroom, however he had still not grown accustomed to her physique. The way her abs just barely peeked through the slight fat on her belly, her broad shoulders, her strong collarbone, all of it. She was a goddess in Soldiers eyes, and she might as well have been considering her physical strength.

Zhanna chuckled as she watched her fiances cock harden as his gaze trailed over her body, a slight blush coming to her cheeks at the patriots adoration of her. She didn't hesitate long however, retrieving one last item from the bag she had brought in with her, and…

It was beautiful.

Eight inches of silicon in the mold of a thick cock, stars adorning the navy blue head while the shaft was striped red and white. It was slightly bigger than even Soldier’s sizable length, which would have made most normal people at least a little bit nervous, however Soldier was simply elated. The people who complained about getting fucked over by America were cowards.

Zhanna examined her fiance's delighted expression with a grin, reaching over to the bedside table and pulling out a bottle of lube and handing it to Soldier, snapping him out of his trance. “Stretch yourself for me, dog.” She commanded, her voice low and seductive in a way Soldier treasured, placing the toy on the bed next to her. Opening the bottle, Soldier would liberally spread the substance across his fingers, even accidentally spilling some on the carpet, at which Zhanna would chuckle.

Lowering his hand to his backside, Soldier would slowly slide a single finger into his hole, nibbling at his bottom lip as the discomfort of having a small object inside him strung him up. Upon Zhanna noticing her fiance's discomfort she'd attempt to soothe him, tilting his chin upwards to look at her. “Such a good boy, my maggot bear.” She cooed, using her other hand to scratch behind Soldier’s ear. The patriot once again found himself melting, a short grunt escaping his throat in response.

A second finger would quickly be pushed inside the patriot, his thick fingers scissoring him open while Zhanna gazed down at him lovingly. Unfortunately, patience wasn't Soldier’s strong suit, so it wouldn't be long before Soldier removed his fingers and looked up at Zhanna hopefully, eager to use the toy she had got for him, just the idea made his cock twitch. In an act of mercy, Zhanna would hand the toy over to Soldier, his grin widening impossibly larger as he examined it closer.

There weren't many more details about the object to scrutinize, so he'd simply set it on the floor and fumble with the bottle of lube for a moment, eagerly spreading the substance across the silicon until he was satisfied, which didn't take much. The patriot hurriedly lifted his hips and aligned the toy with his entrance before sitting down on it, at which point Zhanna would give a harsh tug of the leash, pulling his head towards her dripping cunt. Soldier glanced up at her, the sensation filling his gut going ignored in favor of figuring out what Zhanna wanted him to do, which Zhanna would help with. 

“Eat.” Her command was simple but harsh, sounding as though Soldier truly didn't have a choice in the matter, which made the patriot shudder. Leaning forward, Soldier licked a stripe up Zhanna's slit, drawing a low moan from the strong Russian as she placed her hand on the back of his head, pulling him further in until he was kissing the sensitive nub residing at the top of her slit, making her gasp. “That is it, mutt. Taste me now, and savor it.” She commanded, though Soldier already intended to do so.

Raising his hips, Soldier pushed his tongue into Zhanna's hole, slobbering all over her cunt before dropping his hips back down, the toy hitting deep inside of him, causing him to moan against Zhanna, the vibration causing the Russian to Shudder before chuckling as her fiance's subservience. “What a good mutt. You will not touch, understand? You keep your hands on floor and take what I give to you.” She asked, pushing Soldiers head against herself harder, not allowing him to verbally respond, however she seemed satisfied by the patriots eager nod as he continued to eat her out.

Beginning a steady rhythm of riding the toy Zhanna had given to him, Soldier would release wanton moans into her snatch, being gifted with light tugs of his leash in reward. “There is my mutt. You are such good boy, you know this?” She praised, clenching around the patriots tongue as he whimpered, evidently desiring more stimulation, however he'd restrain himself, wanting to remain a good boy for his fiance. 

As Zhanna's wetness filled his mouth the only thing Soldier could find himself thinking about was how happy he was to have such a beautiful woman as his fiance. However that thought too would soon fade away as his brain became fogged with pleasure. Using her hand that wasn't holding Soldier’s head in place, Zhanna scratched behind his ears, her hands shaking due to Soldier’s immaculate way of eating her out. Screw whatever Spy said, this was real fine dining. 

It wasn't long before Zhanna's grip on his head started to become unbearably painful, a sure sign of the Russian woman's orgasm was fast approaching. With a grunt, Zhanna wrapped her legs around her fiance's head, pulling him against her even harder. It restricted Soldier's ability to breathe, however, he didn't seem to care all too much, his only desire being to please the love of his life. 

“Oh, Jane, you are so good at this! God, I am going to cum. Make me cum, maggot bear!” Zhanna moaned, her voice becoming uncharacteristically high pitched as she clenched around the patriots tongue, her walls spasming as she reached her climax. A long, rumbling moan would run through Zhanna's body and down into Soldier, making him whimper as she allowed her legs to fall from his shoulders and onto the floor at his sides, the release of his head allowing Soldier to fall backwards. Though, as he went to do so, Zhanna tugged on his leash, pulling him back in. “Oh no you don't.”

Her playful tone in combination with her rough voice made Soldier's cock twitch, reminding him of the intense need that was building in his groin. “Messy eater. Clean up your mess, dog.” Zhanna's voice cut through Soldier's exhaustion as he gasped for air, turning his eyes up at Zhanna and taking a moment before he began licking up her thighs. She tasted magnificent, pardon his French, the texture of the slick liquid on his tongue caused a burning in the Patriots chest that he simply couldn't disregard.

With shaking legs, Soldier once again lifted himself off the toy filling his ass, only waiting for a second before dropping back down. An animalistic growl escaped his throat as he continued bouncing on the toy, Zhanna looking down at him proudly. Her joy nearly made Soldier's heart give out, eagerly continuing to clean the sickness between his fiance's thighs in return for the silent praise, though he would have done so either way. The opportunity to cum was a reward enough as far as Soldier was concerned, however Zhanna, the goddess she was, decided to give him more. 

“Look at you my honey maggot bear, riding dick so well. Only you could take something like that, yes? Only my mutt could ride America's cock so well.” She praised, dragging a desperate whine from the patriot below her, the noise quickly turning into a growl as he bit down on Zhanna's thigh to hide his sounds of ecstasy. “Oh no, Jane. Let go.” She scolded, leading Jane to shakily remove his mouth from her thigh, moving his head to look up at Zhanna as he repeatedly drove the toy into his ass, wincing whenever it hit his prostate. 

“Sweet Joseph-!” Soldier grunted as his climax began to build, his cock having not been touched once this whole time, Zhanna's presence alone being enough to bring him to orgasm, that is when she allowed him to. Turning his head towards the floor, Soldier squeezed his eyes shut, immersing himself in the pleasure his fiance was granting him. “Very good, Jane. So manly, so strong, you are such good boy for me.” She crooned, watching with eager eyes as Soldiers hips began to buck forward. 

“Cuh…! Cumming-! Please, Zh-...Zhanna-!” He groaned, heat enveloping his body as his hips thrusted forward of their own volition. Zhanna responded mercifully, petting the patriots head. “Go ahead and cum, Jane. Show how big of man you are.” her words simmered in Soldier’s fogged mind for only a second, upon processing them, immediately allowing Soldier to cum. “Sweet-...Shit, shit shit!” He dug his fingers into Zhanna's thighs as cum shot from his needy cock, twitching as it expelled its built up pleasure, spilling onto the carpeted floor of his room as well as spattering against his fiance's calves. 

Zhanna smiled, the sight of the twitching and writhing patriot nearly making her horny again as Soldier slowly released his death grip on her thighs, quietly gasping for air while his cock fell flaccid on the carpet, dirtying the floor even moreso. 

A few moments passed before Soldier lifted his head to look up at his fiance, a wobbly grin on his face, and his eyes tired as he rested the side of his head on Zhanna's inner thigh. His fiance grinned down at him with nearly the same expression, her eyes beautiful as always. After catching his breath, Soldier lifted himself off the toy, a short grunt escaping his throat as it popped out of his ass.

Soldier would gasp for breath a few more times before finally speaking. “Thank you, maggot…sorry for forgetting our anniversary.” Soldier sulked, leading Zhanna to lift his head back up. “Is ok Jane. You are forgiven.” She replied, her voice playful, making Soldier grin once again. “God, you're beautiful…”

[horoscope1078]

Trent 🤗

-> He's got all the answers to life’s big questions; or at least he thinks he does. Need advice on love, work, or your next move? He'll give you some deep, soul-searching wisdom, before revealing he's probably just watched a documentary on it. But hey, it sounds profound.

-> He has mastered the art of calm. Even when the world is falling apart around him, he'll be the ones sipping tea and saying, “It’s all part of the journey, my friend.” If only he could get the rest of us to take a deep breath and chill like he does!

-> Whether it’s painting, writing, music, or coming up with a wild business idea, he's got more creative energy than a toddler with a crayon. You never know if you’ll find him drafting a new masterpiece or inventing something that’ll change the world (or at least your weekend plans).

-> He's the kind of person who can be super private but still end up as the life of the party. With just a few well-chosen words, he can captivate a room without spilling a single secret. He's cracked the code for being a mystery while also being intriguing.

-> He can be emotionally in tune with the universe, but also somehow manage to be hard as nails when it counts. It’s like he's in touch with his feelings and could probably beat you in a staring contest while silently judging your life choices.

-> He enjoys his space and privacy, but deep down, he's softy who loves a good heart-to-heart. Don’t be fooled by his "I need my alone time" routine; he'll be the first to show up with pizza when you need a friend to help you through a rough patch.

-> You’ll never quite know what’s going on in his head, but that’s part of the charm. One minute he's quoting philosophy, the next he's talking about his favourite obscure hobby (that you didn’t know existed). Just when you think you’ve figured him out, he'll drop a completely random fact about something you never knew you needed to know.

-> He doesn’t back down easily; sometimes to a fault. But in a funny way, he'll stick to his guns even if he's already forgotten why he's sticking to him in the first place. It’s like watching a warrior who’s lost his battle plan but is still charging ahead, just with extra confidence.

Darker Trent 😨

-> He loves his privacy so much, he might keep too many secrets; often leaving others in the dark. He could be hiding crucial information, or worse, deliberately playing mind games by withholding details just to keep people guessing. What’s worse than a mystery? A mystery he's creating on purpose.

-> He can be quick to judge, especially when someone crosses his moral or spiritual code. Once he feels betrayed or wronged, he'll have a hard time letting it go, holding grudges like he's collecting trophies. He may forgive, but it’s going to take a lot to get there.

-> He can be so in tune with people’s emotions that he might use that knowledge to manipulate situations to his advantage. He can play the poor-me card, stir up guilt, or create drama just to get others to do what he wants, all while maintaining his calm, mysterious façade.

-> While he can be deeply connected to his own feelings, when it comes to others, he might detach emotionally and be cold or distant. It’s like he has a switch that he flicks off when he doesn’t want to deal with someone else’s problems; leaving others feeling abandoned when they need support the most.

-> He can dig his heels in so deeply that he refuses to consider any other perspective; even when it’s clearly not working. This level of stubbornness can lead to him pushing forward with projects, relationships, or ideas that are doomed from the start, dragging others down with him.

-> He's so restless that he can become a bit of a distraction machine. His inability to stay focused might cause him to leave things unfinished, or worse, distract others with his endless, random ideas or urgent need for change. Sometimes, his desire for something new or different can throw others off course, creating chaos instead of progress.

[jasmine24715]

BNHA Actor AU

I’ve seen the bnha actor AU...I’m so late to the party...but I needed to come back cuz I got invested again.

So here it is, bnha actor au / reader insert headcanons

✧ You play a character in the LOV who is in a little “love triangle’ between Dabi and Shigiraki (Ironically enough it plays into your real life on set everyday lol)

✧ Endeavor played Thanos in the Avengers and you were Gamora so of course any chance you get on set with him you both reenact scenes-

"did you do it"?

"...yes..."

"what did it cost..."

"... honestly not much-" "DADDY NO!"

✧ now that you both play on Boku no Hero (but unrelated characters) you guys barely see each other

✧ but when you do he always makes sure to give you a hug and a pat on the head because he sees you as an actual daughter 🥺

✧ Everyone on set loves you and you always wonder why because you barely do anything but stay in your trailer all-day 

✧ Toga always tries to drag you out of your trailer to hang out and go eat with everyone tho so :P

✧ you and the LOV cast did an interview altogether and it was purely chaotic because everyone is a menace both on and off screen. 

✧One time you were paired to do an interview with both Dabi and Shigaraki and safe to say, there are now memes and compilations of you three being THE WORST to interview. Either one of you answers the questions normally and the other two are making jokes OR all three are answering questions in the most chaotic way possible.

✧Dabi sometimes asks you to stay and talk in his trailer as he’s getting HOURS of makeup on and you oblige cuz you feel bad lol. So you both have a bunch of Instagram photos/videos of you two “behind the scenes”. You barely post tho so everyone’s still waiting for the U.S.J. Arc photo dump.

✧Since finding out you and Dabi hang out when he’s getting his prosthetics and makeup done, Shigiraki decided it was his place to drag you out of your trailer and force you to sit through his makeup hours. His still a little weirdo in real life but he’s not AS weird and just jealous lol

✧You and Dabi jokingly ship your castmate's characters together and make fun of them for it, but when both Todoroki and Inasa became a couple in real life, it shook you both. #inatodo trended on Twitter for days.

✧ while you’re usually in your trailer the one time you decide to go out and watch your fellow castmates work, you walked in when they were filming young Shigiraki murking his whole fam.  

✧safe to say you never go out of your trailer to watch anyone doing their scenes (unless it involves you) ever again. (you cried...hard) ps. the actor who plays young Shigaraki also has a baby crush on you and it is adorable when he tries to follow you to your trailer. A real-life gremlin just like his character. 

✧after a while since everyone knows you just stay in your trailer they decided if you’re not going to come to them, then they’re going to come to you. :D

✧ and yes that includes the 1-A actors, all of the LOV cast, and sometimes even the pro-heroes. Your trailer just now unanimously became the hang-out spot and while you act annoyed, you secretly love the company. 

✧the pro-heroes who are basically just veteran actors (except for Present Mic, who’s only been acting for a year) like to ask how you’re doing and settling into the industry/business since it can be a rough/demanding one. 

✧They really care and want to share their wisdom with everyone because they’re just the best.  

✧It’s ALWAYS hilarious when someone messes up their lines because the whole cast will literally DRAG them for it, so now everyone's afraid to fuck up.

“Master...”

“So, you fail once more Todo-...Tog...Tomura? God, there’s too many of you.” 

“CUT”

 “Master how could you have betrayed me like this...”

“Damn even All For One can’t remember your irrelevant ass”

“HE’S THE ONE THAT MESSED UP!?? NOT ME?!”

✧you and Twice like to play small pranks on your respective castmates and come back together to give each other ideas.

✧sometimes Dabi ends up finding out about the prank early and joins you to prank the rest of the gang.

✧red carpets....a WHOLE DIFFERENT can of works to open that i don't have time to get into. Let's just say as chaotic as you all are behind the scenes on set/interviews is 10x worse at red carpet events. like why can’t y’all chill?!?!

Anyway, that’s all I have for this, sorry if it sucked but it’s been a while lol. Watch BNHA and drink your water, k bye.

[goldenhallas]

˚⭒. ☽ Meet my Tav ☾ .⭒˚

Name: Vierae Nicknames: Vi Age: 83 Gender: Female Race: Drow (formerly Lolth Sworn) Background: Urchin Class: Palabard with 1 Cleric for deity Subclass: Swords Bard, Ancients Paladin, Light Cleric Birthplace: Menzoberranzan Occupation: Sword Dancer of Eilistraee, former Lolthite assassin Deity: Eilistraee Alignment: Chaotic Good Romancing: Astarion Song: Get Free by Lana Del Rey

Vierae was a drow orphan who grew up on the streets of Eastmyr, Menzoberranzan. A former assassin and Underdark escapee, she is now a sword dancer of Eilistraee. She was headed to the Dancing Haven in Waterdeep with a group of fellow Eilistraeean's when she was kidnapped by mindflayers and had a tadpole forced into her brain. When she abruptly becomes the leader of a group of six similarly tadpoled misfits who are all seeking a healer as well as grappling with their own secrets and chequered pasts, she finds herself inexplicably drawn to a handsome pale elf who is in a similar place to where she herself was a few years ago – finally free of his master, of a lifetime spent in the dark, and learning how to live for the first time. Vierae and Astarion get off to a rough start, but unexpectedly find themselves growing closer over time, slowly falling in love as they help each other open up and reclaim parts of themselves that were buried under a lifetime of cruelty and fear.

full backstory under read more bc it's looong (if you read all of it i owe you a cookie <3)

Full Backstory

Vierae was a drow orphan who grew up on the streets of Eastmyr, Menzoberranzan. She was a vicious little thing who clawed her way through childhood with bloody hands and a feral gleam in her eye, and at the age of ten, her ferocity caught the attention of the Church of Lolth. The priestesses allowed her to train with The Spider Fangs, an elite group of assassins commanded by the Church.

The Spider Fangs conditioned her not to think of herself as a person with her own will and wants, but as a weapon of Lolth; honed to carry out Lolth's will and show devotion through cruelty and bloodshed. She was to think of nothing beyond how she may best serve Lolth at any given moment, act only in the interest of the Dark Mother and her Church, and never question the wisdom of Lolth's priestesses. Wielding dual blades and poisons, she eliminated many, many enemies of Lolth's Church, and for 78 years, kill or be killed was all she knew of life.

Even so, there was a defiant, dissatisfied part of her that asked, why? She and her peers tore each other apart for any scrap of power, yet it ultimately changed nothing about their lives. She had seen how the nobles of Menzoberranzan lived, knew the gilded gates would never be open to the likes of her - to anyone from Eastmyr - no matter how many drow she sacrificed in Lolth's name. And the nobility, while they had their luxuries and lived comparably better lives, were still caught in Lolth's twisted, bloodsoaked web just the same. What is all this for? resounded in her mind often. She could never come up with a satisfactory answer and it ate at her, but she buried her dissatisfaction down deep and kept going, for what else could she do? What else was there? She was Lolth’s weapon, and if she did not obey her orders, she would be subject to an even worse fate: not just punished by the priestesses, but eternally cursed by Lolth, most likely by being turned into a drider.

Then, during her nightly 4 hour trances in which she usually experienced only a deep nothingness, she began to dream; vivid dreams about male and female drow living in harmony with each other on the surface, dancing under the moonlight, and a beautiful, ethereal drow goddess who promised to guide her way out of the dark. The visions terrified and angered her at first – they were blasphemous, fanciful lies – and yet, she found she couldn't stop thinking of them no matter what she did, or rid herself of the sharp pang of longing they made her feel.

She tried harder to prove her loyalty to Lolth and silence her blasphemous thoughts for a time, until a certain mission she was sent on changed everything. She didn't so much as blink at cutting down political rivals of Lolth or taking out one noble or another, but being forced to personally hand over an infant to be sacrificed in a dark ritual was too much. Watching the priestess kill the babe - a male third child of one of the noble houses - broke her heart and shook her to her core. It cemented the realisation that the drow of Lolthite society, all of them, were just pawns in the goddess’ bloody, never ending game, existing only to serve the Spider Queen's whims and be discarded when they were no longer of use. The drow people endured cruelty, unfairness, pain, and misery on the daily…and it was all for nothing.

Vierae felt an intense, searing anger roiling within, and for the first time in her life, she chose her own path. She began to plot her revenge against the Church – for moulding children to follow an evil goddess who inflicted nothing but pain and suffering on her followers, for creating a society built on predation and fear and suffering, and for turning her into this monster who handed over babes to be slaughtered. She vowed she would get her retribution even if it killed her. The strength of her conviction was such that she became a paladin of vengeance.

She kept up appearances, outwardly appearing to be the devoted Spider Fang she had always been, while in secret she plotted against Lolth and her Church. She slowly began taking out members of the Church's clergy, one at a time with months in between, so as not to draw attention to herself. A knife in a dark alley here, a poisoned goblet there... she was careful to leave nothing to trace the murders back to her. Until she made it personal.

She killed Mother Sabiira, the High Priestess who had found and recruited her as a child, and given her the distinctive, ragged scar across her cheek when she was fourteen. Caught up in the the thrill and fury of vengeance, Vierae couldn't resist carving the priestess a matching scar, which branded the kill as hers. It felt good, for a moment, getting her revenge, until the cold realisation set in that it didn't really change anything. Drow society kept on the way it always had; priestesses continued raising children in Lolth's image and sacrificing others at her altar. Vierae alone was not powerful enough to change it in any meaningful way, and after killing Mother Sabiira, she knew she couldn't keep this up. Before long, the eyes of Lolth and her chosen would be upon her.

The dreams of the ethereal moonlit goddess and her spirited followers had become even more vivid and frequent at this point. She even began to have visions while she was awake, and each one featured a thread of moonlight guiding her out of the Underdark to the World Above. The thought of leaving the Underdark terrified her – it was the only home she had ever known, harsh and cruel as it was – but if she stayed, she would be slaughtered by the priestesses or turned into a drider by Lolth herself. No, staying was no longer an option, she had only one choice: escape the Underdark through the vast, unmapped twists and turns of the cave networks, or die trying.

Dying was pretty much a certainty if she tried to navigate the tunnels alone, though, so she decided to call on some connections she had to Black Balaeryn's Band; a gang of orphaned young drow led by the warrior-mage Balaeryn. Vierae had known them since she was an orphan herself, they were the ones who taught her how to pick locks and pockets, as well as showed her some discrete, little-known exits out of the city. They also had connections to Bregan D'Aerthe, an infamous mercenary and mercantile band who traded goods from the surface; it stood to reason that if anyone knew a sure path out of the Underdark, it would be a member of Bregan D'Aerthe.

Vierae had done enough jobs for Balaeryn over the years to earn his respect, so securing a meeting with him wasn't difficult; getting him to introduce her to a member of Bregan D'Aerthe was the problem. She and Balaeryn had a business relationship, but they did not have trust - whatever that even meant in the Underdark - so she had to convince him why it would benefit him. And she had to do so without overplaying her hand, because she couldn't be sure he wouldn't stab her in the back and turn her over to the High Priestesses. Whoever stood to gain from her downfall would more than likely take the opportunity; that was the way of the Underdark.

Vierae told Balaeryn that if he introduced her to a surface trader from Bregan D'Aerthe, she would run a series of jobs for him - any jobs he wanted. Balaeryn accepted. He gave her the most strenuous, perilous jobs he had, ones that pretty much nobody would be foolish enough to attempt; including stealing a priceless Netherese artifact from the noble house Baenre, which very nearly got Vierae killed. She almost had her throat slit but narrowly managed to escape with a ragged cut across her neck, and returned to Balaeryn wounded but triumphant. Balaeryn kept to his word, setting up a meeting with a Bregan D'Aerthe surface trader due to take place in a tenday.

The surface trader was a drow female named Erellin. Vierae knocked on the door of her temporary room using the special knock she had been taught by Balaeryn, and Erellin opened the door just a crack to see who was there. The surfacer had violet eyes, dark cobalt skin and white hair, but those typical drow features were accompanied by a very atypical smile, warm and genuine, which was such a rare sight in the Underdark that Vierae had had to fight the instinctual urge to attack - usually, if a drow smiled at you, it meant you were about to die - but the moment the other woman drew near, the visions of the moon goddess she’d been having for months now flashed into her mind, staying her hand. Over the years she had become a master of deception, hiding her true feelings and thoughts from everyone – the cutthroat drow she lived among, the priestesses of Lolth, even from the Spider Queen herself – and she was used to putting on whatever face she needed for the moment, so she easily kept her expression neutral, but she thought she saw a flicker in Erellin’s own eyes for a brief moment, gone before she could get a proper read. Erellin smiled again, offering to negotiate trade over wine and cheese, and Vierae found herself accepting, curiosity and desperation getting the better of her. She followed Erellin into her room, wondering why the other drow continued to return to the Underdark to trade; sure, it was possible to make decent coin by selling rare goods from the surface, but it hardly seemed worth venturing into a pit of vipers just to do so. She suspected there was more to the story than that - was she a spy? A secret assassin? - but a calm, steady feeling deep within told her Erellin could help, so she decided to risk it. Hells, what did she have to lose at this point?

Erellin poured two glasses of wine and served a platter of cheeses, and the two drow sat down at a little wooden table, covered by a tablecloth made of shimmery purple fabric that caught Vierae's eye. Vierae subtly sniffed the wine, not detecting any poisons, but that didn't mean it was clean - it could be laced with something from the World Above that Vierae had never even heard of. She pretended to take a sip, ignoring the cheese, then got right to the point; offering to give Erellin everything she owned in exchange for safe passage to the surface. Vierae travelled lightly, with a backpack containing a change of clothes, food, mess kit, lockpicks, trap disarming tools, a ragged blanket, some alchemical ingredients, and a few potions and poisons. What little of value she did have was kept in a secret hideaway in the caverns of Eastmyr; scant savings and a few trinkets and baubles she'd found during various jobs over the years, including some precious and semi-precious gemstones, and the one item that might be valuable enough to get her out of this place: a silver circlet with a moon in the centre that let off a subtle, magical glow. She had found the circlet when she was a child, and though she never wore it or showed it to anyone, she held onto it for a long time, as it had always felt inexplicably significant; perhaps this was what she'd been saving it for. Vierae couldn't think of a better time to use it, though part of her didn't want to let it go. The other things - gems, coins - she could replace, but this was rare; she had never seen its like before. Hopefully, it was worth the price of her freedom.

This caught Erellin’s attention just as she'd hoped; the other woman studied Vierae for a while, considering, then said giving up her possessions would not be necessary. Erellin reached beneath her collar, and Vierae tensed, preparing for a fight, but she just pulled out a delicate silver chain, dangling from which was a faintly glowing silver moon pendant; the exact same as the one on the circlet.

Vierae felt her heart begin to sink - perhaps the moon circlet was just a common trinket on the surface after all? - but then Erellin revealed that the moon pendant was the symbol of her goddess Eilistraee, and that she was one of her specialty priestesses; a Sword Dancer. It turned out that being a rare goods trader was a front for the real reason Erellin came to the Underdark; to help other drow escape from Lolth's twisted web, just as another Eilistraeean had once helped her many years ago. Vierae stared at Erellin with wide, half hopeful, half disbelieving eyes, all pretences dropped. If this was true, she had really done it; she had found her way out of the darkness, for there was no one better to guide her to the surface than a Sword Dancer.

As she explained the beliefs of her goddess, Vierae noted the similarities between her description and the dreams she had been having - had the goddess herself sent those dreams? Song, dance, beauty, freedom, and joy were the heart and soul of Eilistraeean worship, in complete contradiction to Lolth, who revelled in betrayal, bloodshed, torture, destruction and death. Erellin was an Underdark escapee, and she was sitting in front of Vierae, living, breathing, smiling proof that there was a life outside this cursed place for drow.

Vierae knew that going to the surface meant entering a whole new world, both physically and mentally. The sunlight would be blinding and painful; surfacers were terrified of her kind; and in truth, there was a lot more she didn't know about the World Above than what she did. And, while she had never had so much hope for her future as she did in that moment, there was a little, nagging part of her that said it was too good to be true, it had to be a trap. Still, unless she wanted to risk finding her own way out, going with Erellin was her best and only option. Vierae found it impossible to believe that nothing was expected of her in return for Erellin's help, and the idea of owing the other drow was distressing, so she demanded a deal be made. Erellin agreed, and her offer was this: she would guide Vierae to the surface, if Vierae would promise to stick around for a while, meet her fellow Eilistraeean's, and give reasonable thought to joining them. Not being the sociable sort, Vierae reluctantly agreed, though privately she had already decided she would absolutely not be joining them. She was better off alone; it was safer that way for everyone. Besides, a goddess who truly loved and cared for her people seemed too good to be true.

Vierae spent most of the trek out of the city fighting the paranoia that Erellin had set up an ambush, that Lolth’s spiders would crawl out of the dark at any moment and pounce. It didn't take long before they were attacked by a former peer of Vierae's. They were just outside the city limits when G'eldavin and her spider companion struck from the shadows. G'eldavin was a mercenary ranger, and ran in similar circles to Vierae; the two had despised each other at first sight. For a brief moment Vierae thought she had been betrayed, that this was a set up by Erellin, but the moment G'eldavin and the spiders attacked, Erellin cast a Shield of Faith spell on her and fought tooth and nail to protect her, putting those fears to rest. Vierae had always been an excellent fighter, and Erellin was something else, each movement fluid and graceful, as though she were dancing; their combined talents made short work of G'eldavin, though the giant spider was more of a challenge. Vierae was bitten during the battle, the spider's poison coursing through her veins, but she fought through it; once the spider had fallen, Vierae fell as well, exhausted. Erellin cast Protection from Poison followed by Healing Touch on Vierae, and then the two hurried on their way, not wanting to be surprised by any more of Vierae’s old “friends”. Vierae felt a rush of satisfaction at finally being able to kill one of Lolth's beloved spiders - a grievous offence Lolth deemed punishable by death. She'd always hated them, disgusting things that they were.

The Spider Queen's eyes seemed to be occupied elsewhere - perhaps they were blessed by Eilistraee, perhaps it was sheer luck - for they made it to the surface without being attacked again. Vierae followed Erellin's winding path through the labyrinth of caverns, trying, and failing, to remember each turn, until finally, they saw a soft blue glow just up ahead. She had never seen it in person before, but recognised it from her dreams; moonlight.

Leaving the Underdark felt like the weight of the world being abruptly lifted off her shoulders, the newfound freedom and possibility more than Vierae had ever dreamed of. The euphoria and relief she felt upon stepping into the moonlight for the first time was unlike anything she'd ever felt before; she was completely overcome by it, such that at first she couldn't stop laughing, and then she couldn't stop crying. Erellin let her express her feelings, telling her she'd felt exactly the same when she first came to the surface as well. Once Vierae had calmed down and gotten her cool, nonchalant mask back into place, Erellin brought her to a small settlement of Eilistraee worshippers who lived in an enclave in the woods, just a few miles from where they exited the Underdark.

Vierae planned to stay with the Eilistraeean's for just a few days, while she recovered and adjusted to life on the surface. But unexpectedly, she found herself growing fond of the place, the company, and even more surprisingly, Eilistraee herself. She never thought she would put her trust in another deity after what life had been like under Lolth, but Eilistraee was different. Markedly so. Vierae had always avoided drawing Lolth's attention as much as possible, because whenever she had it, all she felt was a deep, cold dread and the sensation of phantom spiders crawling on her skin, even when the Spider Queen was pleased with her; but all she felt when Eilistraee's light touched her was warm, safe, and loved. She had never felt those things before in her whole life, and it was like finding water after almost dying of thirst in the desert; she wanted to guzzle down as much of it as she could before it was gone. So she basked in Eilistraee's light, dreading the moment when it would be taken from her, but weeks passed, and then months, and that moment never came. Thus, Vierae devoted herself to The Dark Dancer, learning her rituals, the art of sword dancing, how to play the flute, and how to sing. She danced under the moonlight for a whole month to honour Eilistraee and become a fully fledged Sword Dancer, vowing to spread light and joy wherever she went henceforth (the strength of her conviction changed her Paladin oath from Vengeance to Ancients). She worked with the other Eilistraeean's to provide protection, healing, shelter and food to those who needed it, especially drow, as well as spreading joy through song and dance. It was after her first Run ritual that she truly felt like she was beginning to understand life on the surface, and it only strengthened her resolve to work hard to prove herself worthy of Eilistraee's light.

Four years passed, easily the best four years of Vierae's life thus far, but that didn't mean it was all sunshine and rainbows. No matter how healing those years were, they could not erase 78 years of being an assassin of Lolth in the predatory depths of the Underdark. Vierae struggled with the darkness of her past, with the guilt at all she had done, and her use of Ziran – a drug from the Underdark – became a nightly ritual. She also kept her heart closed off, kept people at a distance, because she was used to it and didn't know how to let anyone in. After all, if you never let anyone get too close, they can't stab you in the heart while you're sleeping...

At the beginning of her fifth year with the Eilistraeean's, she and a few of her fellow Sword Dancers, including Erellin and her wife Zilvra, embarked on another Run. They were just outside the city limits of Waterdeep, on their way to see the Dancing Haven temple of Eilistraee, when they were set upon by mindflayers; Erellin and Zilvra died during the attack, but Vierae was kidnapped and taken aboard a mindflayer ship. Upon waking up on the beach after the ship crashed with a mindflayer tadpole wriggling around in her brain, she set out to find someone who could extract the parasite, banding together with 6 other survivors who all needed their parasites removed as well. She found herself naturally stepping into the role of leader, doing her best to follow the teachings of the community of Eilistraeean's who saved her and taught her how to live.

Along the way, Vierae finds herself growing closer to a certain pale elf, who she didn't trust as far as she could throw him at first - he did hold a knife to her throat on their first meeting, after all - but then they discover they have a surprising amount in common. Astarion is in a similar place to where Vierae was herself only a few years ago; finally free of a cruel master after a lifetime spent in the dark, and learning who he is and how to live again. So Vierae guides him through it, the way Erellin and the other Eilistraeean's did for her, guiding him toward the light, and they slowly fall in love as they help each other open up and reclaim parts of themselves that were buried under a lifetime of cruelty and fear. 

Notes

Vierae means "dark dancer"

Sabiira means "void herald"

Erellin means "moon armour"

G'eldavin means "spider guardian"

Dividers

[searchingforserendipity25]

Vigil. idril & aredhel. ao3.

TW: references to kidnapping, implied/referenced sexual assault.

"Aunt," said Idril, rather stiffly, where once she would have used her name, and would not have asked at all. "Might I join you?"

Aredhel fought the urge to bare her teeth, and kept her eyes on the crowded clouds above.

Pink-washed and round-bellied, west-bound. The wind was fierce with currents only clouds and birds sailed, but the courtyard Aredhel had chosen for her rest was well-sheltered, the stone rich with heat.

It had been some effort, to go the long way alone; but she had a cane, and a son to lean on. She had been weary and pained enough to send the son gladly away; and be gladdest of all to be alone.

She heard Idril come, her silver feet making their familiar song upon the mosaics of Gondolin's courts. That was more kindness she was used to in Nan Elmoth, where many things scurried, and few gave a warning of their proximity.

A glorious warmth seeped into her bones. She had been so cold, in Nan Elmoth. Not a first - but it was a damp mist that sank through the skin, a dizzying weariness. Sunlight - only occasionally. Eöl kept to the starlit-ways. 

Aredhel had kissed Arien Sun-Star once, and crowed to voicelessness when first she saw hard land, and thawing frost. She had missed this - it made her angry so. What a waste of years she might have spent otherwise.

And still Idril was waiting. It was not kind, to set a test upon her; but Aredhel could not do otherwise. And it was good to know Idril would wait; that she was not so changed as to have lost her persistence.

"Sit, if you like," Aredhel said. "I am not your master, to tell you what you might do."

Her voice sounded rough with long illness to her own ears, but she took her time gathering it in her throat, made it strong. In her sujourn under the curling boughs of Nan Elmoth, it had been needful to speak, and always it had been done with effort. She might have forgotten the sound of her own words, let them fade entirely.

Was he your master, then, Idril thought. Were you not free to do as you would, even to sit in the sun?

Aredhel did not hear it, but she knew her niece. The same wisdom that kept Idril's thought away from the walls that Aredhel had raised about her mind would make her draw conclusion. 

Not the wrong ones. They spoke in Sindarin. Aredhel was not certain yet she would speak the language of her people again; if she could, even inside the high walls of Gondolin, where Quenya was used in the market, in the king's chambers, in songs of devotions.

Gondolin's benches were wide and sturdy enough; two might lay abreast, and not touch.

Idril's hair smelled of laurel and honey, still. Few things had made Aredhel's eyes sting on her return to Gondolin. The white stone shimmering in the heat had been a great relief, but an indifferent one, as a hunted beast might feel at the sight of a cave or a tall branch. Now only did Aredhel feel - how familiar it was. This smell, Idril's closeness, the whirring machinery of her mind close enough they might have shared a moment of wry understanding, as they had so many times before.

They did not touch.

Now a small army of cirrocumulus overhead, sweet clouds all following on one another. She had tried to teach Lómion the different cloud names, but he had not the love for the skies that she did. Her son was busy in the forges. He had found his source of warmth, learned at his father's side. Aredhel had loved him less the day she understood he would not need to live as she did.

Possibly her measuring scale of love had grow skewered. O, now Turgon never would allow her out! But the worst of it was that she was tired. Not her wound alone caused it, though that healed slowly regardless.

 She willed herself to see it - herself on horseback again, crossing fields of clover, narrow passes. Her body thrummed with exhaustion at the thought of it. 

The high noon sun pressed against their lids, turned the world to a blinding gilt. Idril surely felt Aredhel's fever rising, the warmth that rose from her skin; but Idril was wise, and knew how to measure her silence. Aredhel had forgotten a little, how worthy her niece was.

At times dark shadows swirled overhead through the clouds. Slow, broad wings high above, coming from all corners of the mountainside.

The vultures that fed most often by Amon Gwareth had flown days ago to the city walls for a feast: Eöl, they cried. Eöl is dead. More and more came, eager, hungry.

 As a widow she had woken from near-death, knowing with rare foresight that her body would not be her own, and whole and hale again, until Eöl was eaten entire, bowels and eyeballs and marrow. Aredhel of Gondolin waited.

It was a good wait; long enough to learn the skies again, to be sun-warm all the way through.

She touched her fingertips lightly to Idril's, when it was done, and felt her stir, her thought turning to Aredhel, a constrained joy and grief and relief. But Aredhel was in no hurry, and did not wish to open her heart again, nor leave to return to her chambers; not till the last birds of rapine were borne slowly away in the wind.

[karaloza]

Legend of Zelda Theme Park - Lost Woods (UPDATED)

The Lost Woods covers the southeastern corner of the park (corresponding to the Triforce of Courage) and, to suit its role as a vibrant enchanted forest, is the most lushly planted area of the park. Roughly a third of its footprint is devoted to planters filled with live trees, shrubs, and flowers, represented by the stippled shapes on the detailed map below. The artificial structures housing attractions, shops, and eateries are dressed to resemble hollow trees and caves. Most dramatic of all is the Great Deku Tree himself, rising well above the rest of the features in the area. A playful yet mysterious music loop of “forest themes” plays throughout the area.

Attractions

Spirit Train (Forest Station): One of the stations for the Spirit Train (see the Castle Town writeup) can be found here.

Picori Picnic Park: Inspired by The Minish Cap, this is an ideal spot to take a break from all the running around and eat lunch (and let the kids do more running around). A well-shaded area of picnic tables and benches sits alongside an elaborate playground, and everything is in the shape of giant flowers, leaves, mushrooms, and other objects to make you feel as though you’ve shrunk to Minish-size! There are also statues of Minish that guests can pose with for photos, and giant stumps and logs with windows to peer into to watch Minish going about their lives at home.

Koroks in Concert: Inside a huge hollow stump is a tiny theater-in-the-round where dozens of animatronic Koroks put on a musical revue! Some of the tunes in the 15-minute program will be familiar to anyone who has played the right games, but others are unique to this show. Guests are prompted to sing along with the grand finale and in so doing, encourage the Deku sprout in the center to grow!

The Great Deku Tree: He’s not a ride, nor exactly a show, but the guardian spirit of the Lost Woods is an impressive sight all the same. He continually grumbles and sighs and makes different expressions as he watches over the forest, and his spreading crown (the dashed outline shows its rough extent) is made from a system of hollow twigs and retractable artificial leaves in a variety of colors, so that his foliage can shift with the seasons. Moreover, he serves as the entrance to another attraction entirely…

Lost Woods Labyrinth: The largest attraction footprint in the Lost Woods belongs not to a ride, but a walkthrough—a “maze” that you can’t actually get lost in. Entered through the base of the Great Deku Tree’s trunk, the labyrinth winds in a convoluted fashion through a fantastical landscape of forest groves and small caves, with occasional branching paths that encourage repeat visits. The majority of the maze is located inside an enclosed show building, though ample skylights keep the ambient light levels synced with the outdoors for that extra bit of authenticity. The path takes guests through a variety of whimsical, mystical, and eerie forest scenes, from simple wild animals going about their lives to spider webs with scuttling Skulltulas to a Great Fairy Fountain. Some scenes include interactive elements–motion sensors cause Deku Scrubs to pop up and spit water, or a scene of Koroks at play includes a pushbutton that makes more of them descend into view on their little leaf-propellers.

The Grove of the Master Sword: At the exit of the labyrinth, guests have the choice to return to the main area of the Lost Woods…or take a picturesque but unlabeled path that leads to a quiet grove with a marble dais in the center, carved with the symbol of the Triforce and the emblems of its three virtues of Power, Courage, and Wisdom. And in the center of that is the pedestal where the Master Sword waits to be claimed by the Hero. You can try to draw it if you like. Do you think you’re worthy? (Is this basically a ripoff of Disneyland’s Sword in the Stone? Yes. Is the whole Master Sword stuck in a pedestal already a ripoff of Arthurian legend anyway? Also yes.) Another unlabeled path leads directly between the grove and the main area, and a third connects it with Epona Ranch. There are many ways to discover the Master Sword if you’re willing to explore the unknown.

Skull Kid’s Dash-n-Twist: This “mad mouse” style roller coaster is themed around the concept of chasing the mischievous Skull Kid through the forest treetops, with dangerous forest monsters popping up at every turn! Is he leading you to safety or hoping the Babas and Peahats will dispose of you?

Deku Gliders: This is a carousel-type ride with suspended cars shaped as if made from leaves, flowers, and twigs. The central mechanism is shaped like a huge flower, and the “stalk” extends upward when the ride begins, giving riders an elevated view of the surrounding area.

Shops

9. Outfitted For Adventure: If you didn’t manage to pull the Master Sword, never fear—this shop has you covered with toy and prop weapons (including replica Master Swords, we’re not stupid, we know what the people want), as well as souvenir clothing, hats, fanny packs, pouches, canteens, walking sticks, and other simple gear items for outdoorsy and adventurous types. Themed as a small, torchlit cave in honor of the one where Link was gifted his first ever sword at the very beginning of the franchise, the shop has that scene’s famous slogan painted prominently on one wall in the classic NES lettering: “It’s dangerous to go alone! Take this!”

10. The Fairy Fountain: Found one cave over from Outfitted For Adventure, this shop carries all things fairy-related, from books and art prints to dolls and “shoulder pet” fairy toys.The shop has its own background music, consisting of various versions of the famous “Fairy Fountain” theme alternating with other fairy-related music in the franchise.

11. Figurine Gallery: Another feature inspired by The Minish Cap, this kiosk built into the side of a tree (the structure is artificial, but the roof is basically a big planter for real shrubs), sells hand-carved wooden figures and decorative items, no two identical! Limited customization (color stains, a name etched or burned into a figurine base, etc.) is available on some items and can usually be completed while you wait.

12. Flower Cart: This is also a small retail location, selling all kinds of silk flowers and flower crowns. Many of them are generic, but others are made to resemble the fictitious flowers that occur in certain LoZ games—many colors of Pico Blooms (The Minish Cap), Silent Princess (Breath of the Wild), and even Bomb Flowers (various) with light-up “wicks.”

Eateries

13. Minish Mini-Nosh: If you didn’t bring your own lunch to the Picori Picnic Park, you can pick up something tasty at this fast casual eatery specializing in “miniature” food—bite-sized sandwiches, “baby” vegetables, “Minish-kabobs,” and more! Get them a la carte for a quick snack or mix and match a combo for a full meal!

14. Hollo’s Hollow: A callback to the potion-making Korok in The Wind Waker, this is a beverage shop much like Castle Town’s Potion Hut. Also on offer are healthy snacks such as whole-grain crackers, trail mix, and fresh fruit. Conveniently located right next door to Koroks in Concert so you can have something to wet your whistle while you enjoy the show.

15. Saria’s Bakery: Named for Link’s sweet and spunky childhood bestie from Ocarina of Time and located inside a huge hollow stump, this bakery offers a wide selection of rolls, buns, muffins, cookies, cupcakes, and other baked goods. Specialties include Kokiri Fairy Cakes (frosted pale blue and adorned with sugar wings) and a honey butter blend that’s terrific on all kinds of savory bread. Everything is made on-site and guaranteed fresh!

Miscellaneous

You might notice some unlabeled circles on the map. These are artificial tree structures that don’t house any publicly available feature–instead they are used as storage sheds, small employee break rooms, and general ambience.

[readercognito]

Palladium x Reader

A Mortal Trial Chapter 2

Master list

(and yes I gave professor Palladium a first name, it's Athos. Coming from Athena, synonymous with wisdom. I found it fitting.)

It had been a rough morning for our dear professor. It seemed his magic was draining from his body… During the middle of one of earliest lessons his spell had fizzled out as he was demonstrating it! To say the least it had been more than a little embarrassing as the teen girls got quite the kick out of Palladium's face of utter shock when his magic then repeatedly cut out. He was actually feeling rather lethargic as the morning went on. Feeling that something was horribly wrong with him he had gone to see Griselda, she had a wealth of experience with magic he wasn’t really familiar with. So he went to see her as soon as he had a free moment.

“Your magic is what?” Griselda asked in disbelief, her usual bored gruff tone somehow managed to make her sound both sarcastic and greatly concerned.

“I just don’t know!” Athos said exasperatedly, throwing his hands in the air. Then as a wave of fatigue washed over him he sits down on one of the chairs in the professors lounge. “The only way that I can describe it is as if my power is being pulled right from my body…”

Griselda sat down beside him, a worried look crept onto her face. “Athos, I’m really not much of an expert on elves and how your kinds magic works… Have you interacted with anything out of the ordinary lately?” She asked, her tone growing so strangely soft and inquisitive.

Athos thought for a moment, running a hand through his long blonde locks. Choosing to think out loud for a bit to gather his thoughts.

“Well the only thing I’ve done both outside my routine and realm was go to Gardenia. A friend of mine was having a new years celebration, and I attended…” Athos trailed off, not quite ready to divulge his meeting of the mystery woman he had met that night.

“Did anything happen there?” Griselda asked, only mildly curious. Mostly sleuthing out a means to Athos’ loss of power. 

“Well… I did meet this one woman… the experience was, as if I had known her all my life. I’ve never felt that way about anyone before…” Athos begrudged Griselda, then it seemed the answer hit them nearly the same time.

Athos flopped his head onto the table with a groan, as Griselda shouted an “ah ha!” at finding the solution.

“Athos, I believe you’ve found your lost half.” She said to him, Athos smacked his head on the table again as she confirmed his own theory. “What’s the matter? You should be thrilled that you found her! Many magical beings search for centuries to find their other half. And you just happened upon her, in Gardenia of all places…”

Athos sighed, “That's the problem Griselda… I didn’t find her.” He said forlornly, making Griselda raise an eyebrow. The only sign of her confusion.

“What are you talking about? You just said you met her at that ‘party’...” She said,

“That would be an easy solution, but I never got her name…” Athos said, a tad embarrassed that he had gone a whole night talking to someone and had never asked her name…

Griselda mumbled something about boneheaded romantics and asked, “I would try to find her fast then, because-”

“When the last bit of magic leaves my body I’ll lose it forever… Yes I know…” Athos sighed, watching Griselda leave. Thinking about how he could possibly find the woman…

~~

“Eeemmmiiiillyyy please just call her!” Jane begs her friend.

Emily sighs, finally able to get over her giggle fit. She had been going for ten minutes already, though one look at Janes flushed face and scrunched body sent her into another fit every time Emily looked at her.

“Alright, I’ll call Erika. Give me a minute.” Emily dials Erika, talking on the phone with her for a moment. Then hangs up before turning back to Jane.

“Good news, we’ve got a name…” Jane cheers “Bad news, he’s from another dimension and only Todd knows how to contact him and he’s out of town for the next week.” Jane then smacks her forehead, and Emily pats her shoulder in pity.

“So what? I just have to wait and hope he shows up? That could take–!” Then Emily interrupts Jane.

“A week at least, relax Jane. Just try not to wish for anything or something like that for now.” She gives Jane a hug. “I’ll keep the lines open with Erika, you just try to stay calm ok?”

Jane sighs and nods her head, not looking forward to the next week…

~~

Palladium decides to try Todd’s home in the slim hope that there was a way to contact her. But when he knocked on his door, Erika, his wife, was the one who answered. Athos was not to be deterred however. After being invited inside she hits him with a rather surprising question.

“Athos, did you meet someone during our new years party?” Erika asked.

Athos balked, a mixture of shock and relief dropped his shoulders and filled his voice. “Yes, I have. I actually wanted to talk to you about her…”

Erika’s eyes’ lit up and she clapped her hands “Oh, this is exciting! Jane actually wanted to meet you!” She said excitedly.

Athos was certain this was possibly the strangest and most serendipitous day of his life.

It turns out that Jane had been experiencing his magic in a raw form. Just granting her desires and whims, which for anyone unused to that kind of power. It could spell disaster, and just as when he had spoken to her that fateful december night he was impressed with her. Since it seemed the world hadn't started to end, and she hadn’t become an evil something or other given practically unlimited power…

So naturally he decides to find her as quickly as possible, which was once again a stroke of good luck. She had decided to stay home as to avoid more magical mishaps. Athos was a little nervous at the idea of dropping by the house of who was nearly a complete stranger. But Jane (he had finally learned her name, and it was like a song to him.) wasn’t realy a stranger was she? No, she wasn’t. Not after their night together, he had gotten to know so much about her! So with a mix of apprehension and excitement, he heads to the address given to him by Erika. 

[thedreamarboretum]

Not a Dream but A Golden Beetle.

I had a really rough night, the night before last where I was feeling pretty bad and in pain. (Still am). Which of course led me to having some dreams about stairs, people, and a young teenage boy I was taking to. As I reflect today instead of talking about dreams, I’m going to talk about the symbolism of when we see certain things when we’re awake that have symbolic significance.

Yesterday morning I saw a gold beetle. It’s pretty gold metallic hues caught my attention. It flew onto me and then onto the ground. Somehow it flipped over in it’s decent, so I helped it back over to be right side up. It scurried for a bit around as I watched it and then it was gone. Many of us see things in nature or during the day all the time, but I believe certain things have deeper meanings if we really ponder on it. This definitely made me feel it was significant, so I looked up what it could mean. Thanks to Spiritual Mojo for the info I’m about to share.

Resilience and Perseverance

The Golden Beetle stands as a profound emblem of resilience and perseverance, showcasing the profound strength and tenacity that lies within all living beings.

Known for their hard exoskeletons and ability to survive harsh environments, golden beetles are a testament to the enduring spirit of life.

They persistently strive forward, overcoming obstacles in their path with a determination and grit that is truly awe-inspiring.

The seemingly indestructible nature of these small yet mighty creatures serves as a potent reminder of the power of resilience and the importance of never giving up, no matter the hardships faced.

In their lifecycle, which often involves overcoming adversities and transformations, golden beetles symbolize an inherent capacity for rebirth and renewal.

Their journey is a reflection of the spiritual path many humans tread, filled with challenges, growth, and the constant strive towards becoming a better version of oneself.

The golden color, universally associated with spiritual enlightenment and wisdom, further enhances the spiritual significance of these beetles.

Their golden hue is a metaphor for the illuminated soul that has mastered the art of resilience and perseverance, and glows with the wisdom gained through overcoming life’s trials and tribulations.

Wealth and Prosperity

Just as beetles carry spheres of dung, they are seen as carriers of wealth, accumulating prosperity and success in their path.

In the spiritual context, the Golden Beetle inspires us to persevere in our endeavors, to be diligent and hardworking, and to remain hopeful that our efforts will eventually lead to success and prosperity.

Transformation and Change

The Golden Beetle serves as a powerful symbol of transformation and change in spirituality.

This symbol is deeply influenced by the life cycle of a beetle, starting as a humble larva before undergoing a metamorphosis to emerge as a beautiful, golden insect.

Just like beetles evolve through different stages in their lives, they inspire us to embrace the inevitable shifts and progressions in our own journeys.

Much like the golden beetle emerges from its cocoon, gleaming and prepared for its new life, humans are also capable of turning periods of change into opportunities for self-improvement and personal growth.

Navigating Challenges

The Golden Beetle embodies the spiritual significance of persistently navigating through challenges and emerging victoriously.

These beetles, with their radiant golden shells, are renowned for their ability to adapt to various environments and surmount any obstacles that come their way, symbolizing resilience and determination.

Solar Energy and Life Force

Just as the sun provides warmth and light, necessary for life on Earth, the Golden Beetle, with its reflective, gold exterior, is considered a symbol of harnessing solar energy and using it as a driving life force.

This embodies the idea of personal power and the ability to use one’s inner strength to effect change.

Its dazzling golden hue is a testament to the infinite power and brilliance that lies within each of us, just waiting to be tapped into.

The Golden Beetle serves as a powerful spiritual symbol of this vital energy, encouraging us to shine brightly, live passionately, and embrace the energy within us.

Protection and Shielding

The Golden Beetle carries a powerful spiritual message of protection and shielding.

In ancient Egyptian culture, the golden scarab beetle was seen as a guardian against evil forces and negative energies, a symbol of divine protection. They believed that it shielding them from harm and bad luck.

The hard, glossy shell of the golden beetle serves as a physical manifestation of this spiritual shield, a tangible reminder of the protective barriers we must build around our spirit and well-being.

Eternal Life and Immortality

These insects have been revered since ancient times for their perceived connection to the divine and the undying.

Golden Beetles, with their radiant and luminous bodies, resonate with the eternal light of the soul, a reflection of the everlasting spirit that exists within all living beings.

Just as the beetle emerges from its shell, so too does the soul shed its earthly bonds to ascend towards higher planes of existence.

It is a sign that we are on the right path, urging us to persevere in our quest for enlightenment and eternal life.

Creation and Manifestation

This small yet powerful creature symbolizes the ability to create your own reality and manifest your dreams into existence.

Much like the beetle constructs its home and navigates its environment, we too are reminded of our potential to shape and influence our own paths.

Its industrious nature teaches us about the importance of work, determination, and persistence in the process of creation.

Self-Discovery and Personal Growth

This creature sheds its old skin to reveal a gleaming new exterior, a process that resonates with the human experience of self-transformation and growth through introspection, learning, and life experiences.

The golden color of the beetle represents the divine light that guides us through our own process of rebirth and regeneration, reminding us of our inner strength and resilience.

Inner Reflection and Introspection

The Golden Beetle is a symbol of inner reflection and introspection, representing the journey of self-discovery and personal growth.

Their journey from a humble beginning to a radiant end mirrors our own spiritual journey, where through introspection, we uncover our true selves, shed our past, and emerge stronger and wiser.

Good Fortune and Luck

Golden Beetles are spiritually regarded as symbols of good fortune and luck, adding a touch of magic and mystery to this seemingly ordinary insect.

When one spots a Golden Beetle, it is often interpreted as a sign that good fortune is on its way.

The beetle’s metallic sheen, similar to gold, enhances its spiritual significance, associating it with the wealth and prosperity that gold symbolizes.

Spiritual Enlightenment and Awakening

Its golden shell represents the spiritual journey of transformation, the process of turning the ordinary into the extraordinary, much like how raw gold is refined into a precious metal.

Furthermore, beetles have been associated with the sun and rebirth in certain cultures, reinforcing their symbolism as carriers of spiritual enlightenment.

Lastly, the Golden Beetle’s remarkable ability to navigate in the dark symbolizes our ability to find our way even when our path seems unclear, further strengthening its association

• When the Golden Beetle makes its way into your life, it is a sign for you to embrace your own transformation.

Transformation is often followed by a period of growth and increased enlightenment.

• Treasure the beauty in the ordinary

Golden Beetles, with their striking metallic hues, are often overlooked due to their common presence in various environments.

Their beauty is often overshadowed by their ubiquity, and they become just another part of our ordinary lives, taken for granted and unappreciated.

When a Golden Beetle appears to you, it may be a sign to pause and admire the beauty in the everyday things around you.

• When a Golden Beetle appears to you, it’s a call to delve deeper into your spiritual journey, uncovering your hidden talents, inner wisdom, and innate abilities.

Just as the Golden Beetle stands out in nature with its vibrant color, it urges you to shine brightly through your spirituality, standing apart from the materialistic world.

Hard shells can protect your spiritual essence

• When the Golden Beetle appears in your life, it serves as a reminder that you need to guard your spiritual essence and ensure it is not negatively affected by external influences.

• Trust the timing of your path, as the beetle does its own

Golden Beetles have an incredible ability to adapt to their environment and understand the timing of each season.

Just like the beetle, you should understand that there is a time for everything and that you should move with the rhythm of life and not against it.

Your journey may be solitary, but it is adorned with purpose

In your solitude, you have the opportunity to grow, transform and ultimately uncover the gold within your own being.

Conclusion

Whether you’re embarking on a significant life transformation, pursuing profound truths, or simply captivated by the splendor of these beings, the spiritual implications of golden beetles provide abundant wisdom and motivation.

Remember, the next time a golden beetle graces your presence, it’s not merely a random occurrence, but a profound invitation to embrace abundance, rejuvenate your spirit, and explore the deeper significance of existence.

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