#however that is very much not advised. you will die

[jackoshadows]

Doesn't this also apply, maybe more, to Daenerys who does know about and engages with some prophecies but ignores it in favor of staying in Meereen dealing with the administration of a city state including but not limited to building irrigation canals, agriculture, trade and taxation, justice, an insurgency, famine and a possible pandemic.

It's interesting with Dany because she connects power and queenship with administration and ruling for the people, as in - 'If I want to be queen then I need to get down and dirty and work for the people'.

Yes, there are parallels here with Daenerys and Jon Snow in terms of their administrative arcs as leaders and Jon's ADwD arc is basically him going around from chapter to chapter engaged in rebuilding the Wall.

However, Jon doesn't really give a shit about the TPTWP because no one is telling him that he's the chosen one with a magical sword. That's Stannis. As readers we know about his parentage and that he may have connections to prophecy - he doesn't.

There's also the difference in religions. Melisandre thinks that swearing oaths in front of the Old Gods is like swearing before a shoe. Jon thinks this whole PTWP/Azor Ahai stuff is Lord of Light business. This difference in thinking is why Stannis/Melisandre don't get Jon as Lord of Winterfell because of preconditions like burning down the Winterfell Godswood and converting to the Lord of Light. Jon would have never done that.

As to your other points:

Like, very explicitly, everything that happens to him drives him to recognise the arbitrariness and incapacity of the cultural-political status quo in westeros. Like, it's not a 'revolution' in any sense, but rejecting radical change is the one thing you don't have the chance or the right to do when winter is coming. Both the most typically-heroic POV characters do this lol

I think it's more that Jon recognizes that he has to work with the cultural-political status quo to get things done.

He is only able to enact reform and change because he is Lord Commander. Imagine if Janos Slynt, Cotter Pyke or the old Denys Mallister won the election? Jon would just have to take orders from the likes of Slynt.

He is trying to integrate the Freefolk into the NW and the North - for example the marriage of Alys Karstark and the Magnar of Thenn. But for this to work he needs the support of some of the great houses of the North - like the Umbers. To get that support he needs to work within the system to try and change in some small way the status quo. The Freefolk would have to become kneelers. I don't think their anarchism would work anytime in the near future.

And as much as he enacts radical change as Lord Commander of the NW, some of it has to do with the support he gets from Stannis Baratheon. And Stannis is the epitome of the cultural-political status quo in terms of the views and opinions he holds.

It's Stannis who starts bringing the Freefolk this side of the Wall and both Jon and Stannis agree on an united realm to take on the threat of the Others.

“And the more we bleed each other, the weaker we shall all be when the real enemy falls upon us.” Jon had come to that same realization.' Your brothers will not like it, no more than your father’s lords, but I mean to allow the wildlings through the Wall … those who will swear me their fealty, pledge to keep the king’s peace and the king’s laws, and take the Lord of Light as their god. Even the giants, if those great knees of theirs can bend. I will settle them on the Gift, once I have wrested it away from your new Lord Commander. When the cold winds rise, we shall live or die together. It is time we made alliance against our common foe.” He looked at Jon. “Would you agree?” [–] “I agree.”

Which is why Jon throws his support behind Stannis as the one true king and advises him on strategy and tactics despite this being him treading close to breaking his NW oaths of neutrality with his deputies like Marsh and Yarwyck not looking kindly on this.

been thinking more abt this and its kind of interesting how despite the structural handicaps (their fortresses are indefensible from the south) the nights watch has way more state capacity than basically any other actor in westeros. they have a professional army (not drawn from feudal obligations), direct administration over holdings, and an extremely centralised command structure. not sure whether this was intentional on grrms part but its interesting to see how they basically fill the gap which the absence of rule from kings landing or winterfell creates during the war of the five kings- obviously, they're still vulnerable to any direct assault by a 'legitimate' (read: feudal) power, but this is in large part due to their retention of westerosi tactics.

This is interesting and I think this can be attributed to the NW being a neutral military command post with the Lord Commander being the top General elected by the people - who come from all over the realm and from different houses. I think the oaths are a big part of this. Neutrality means they stay away from any feuds and conflicts like the WOT5K.

However, I don't think this gives them any kind of advantage because despite having more state capacity, their fortresses are broken down and many of them unusable - leaving them open to an attack from the North. Their army is dwindling in terms of men and lack proper training and as we saw more recently their centralized command structure fell prey to mutiny and assassination after the Lord Commander enacted radical change and broke oaths to go save his little sister.

Their resources were already dwindling when AGoT started with the LC Jeor Mormont requesting Tryion to ask the crown to send more funds. With the WOT5K, civil war and chaos, it only got worse. It's actually shocking how much house Stark abandoned the Night's Watch as an institution in terms of it's upkeep.

The NW would have lost to Mance's host without Stannis Baratheon and his army getting there. Jon would have most probably died, killed by Mance or Janos Slynt. Mance takes the Wall by force. NW is destroyed and the Freefolk reach the Seven Kingdoms - where it's possible the Boltons unite the North against this new enemy.

And then the story would be different.

jon snow in the books is a great character bc he's notionally set up as a Hero of Legend and Prophecy but the minute he gets any institutional power hes like 'right. time to invest in root vegetables and structurally transformative agricultural infrastucture'. doesn't really give a shit about The Prince That Was Promised. the westerosi Numbers Fuckstein albeit also a therian. Just wants to mess with tax quotas and free folk resettlement distributions

[moonfurthetemmie]

can i offer you an oc who’s going to go through absolute hell for simply existing in these trying times?

This is Coriander (She/they). Coriander has had the misfortune of being Obsidian’s bastard child

more below the cut bc this may get long after all

Random fun fact bc i’m not sure how common knowledge it is: while ‘bastard’ is a very common insult in anime, calling someone a bastard is basically saying their parents weren’t married. can you imagine someone being married to obsidian tho. it would be awful. Unless it was Jet, I guess, but whatever

also here; Cori in their Disguise(TM) (And also work uniform)

But anyways Wheeze and I were just kind of thinking about how hard it would be for people like Cori to even survive if they don’t hide funky spirit traits they get from their shithead of a father, and it evolved into ‘mmm. what if we made one of these hypothetical children’

so we did

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EzpcZD8wW2W-0aniPCwqrIAI-Za_0nHKPRmV12zXHog/edit?usp=sharing

[dvthomir]

Synopsis; you’ve been loyal to Rhaenyra since you were children, becoming lovers later on. After the tragedy of Storm’s Ends, she doesn’t have to mourn alone.

Warnings; grief, death ( lucerys’ ), guilt, Daemon and Rhaenyra never got married.

Pairing; Rhaenyra Targaryen x reader

I haven’t written much in years and am very rusty, however the got / hotd hyperfixation never left and here I am writing again. Please forgive any mistakes, and how short this is.

Grief was devastating to say the least, especially when the one you’re mourning happens to be your child. You shared Rhaenyra’s pain and grief to an extent, although you couldn’t imagine how she felt learning the death of Lucerys. He was such a young child still, eager to help his mother and make her proud, only to unfairly die alongside his dragon.

Many times in the past, you had been Rhaenyra’s rock, helping her through everything- from her mother’s death to holding her hand as she gave birth. It always had been her and you against this cruel world and this would never change, but having to stay strong for your Queen was tougher than ever- a part of you was getting eaten up by the guilt, you should have been the one sent to Storm’s End.

You weren’t a dragonrider per se, but over the years, Syrax and you bonded and she let you ride her even without Rhaenyra’s presence, although this was a rare occurrence. One day, many moons ago, your lover told you Syrax could feel the love you had for one another and that was the reason she liked you so much.

You shouldn’t have let Lucerys rides Arrax to Storm’s Ends, it was obviously dangerous and you let the worst happen- for that, you would never be able to forgive yourself. If only you had insisted to be the messenger, the boy would be safe and with his mother. Learning the context of how Lucerys died, killed by Aemond Targaryen, made you drown in even more guilt as he most likely wouldn’t have harmed you, he had no revenge to seek out on you.

Riding Syrax was something you had done countless times, your arms wrapped around Rhaenyra’s waist tightly, the wind caressing your face as you would enjoy the beautiful view- it was one of the things you enjoyed the most but this time was unlike all the ones before. Rhaenyra and you were here, on Storm’s Ends to recover Lucerys’ remains if there was any left.

Your eyes closed tightly as Syrax neared the beach where fishermen were going through their finds of the day. Your heart tightened as you could make out what resembled a dragon’s wing on the sand, covered by a fishing net. The impending confirmation of what had happened in the sky of Storm’s Ends was terrifying you, you weren’t ready to bid farewell to one of the children you helped raise.

Your beloved had mostly been silent since her uncle, Daemon told her of Lucerys’ fate after delivering the message. This moment was replaying in your head, Rhaenyra’s words echoing in your ears.

All the close members of the Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen’s council were attending the meeting- council whose members were essentially composed of Lords, the Queen herself and you. You weren’t a soldier, a Lord or anything of the sort but wherever the Queen went, you accompanied her, advising her if she asked for your input.

When Daemon interrupted the meeting by his entrance in the room, and simply by the look on his face, you could tell he was the bearer of awful news for the Queen. This was proven true mere seconds later as he informed Rhaenyra and you of the death of Lucerys.

Rhaenyra remained silent, staggering ever so slightly, trying to accept what had happened, what the fate of her young son had been. When she turned around, facing her council, you could discern the pain on her face, even if it was hidden under her anger and need of vengeance.

Your heart shattered into thousands of pieces when you heard the news Daemon was bringing. Rhaenyra’s sons might not have been yours biologically wise, but you had helped raising them and always loved them as if they were yours.

“ I want Aemond Targaryen” was the only thing the Queen said to the council that terrible night, and quite honestly the most she had said since she learnt what had happened to her dear son.

As soon as Syrax landed on the sand, next to the fishermen and smallfolk who ran for their lives immediately after they saw the yellow dragon approaching the beach. Rhaenyra was the first to land on her feet, directly heading for the fishing nets you noticed when flying atop the dragon. You rushed after your lover, quickly catching up- she dropped on her knees, taking off the nets from the remaining of Arrax’s wing and what resembled of Lucerys’ clothes.

Rhaenyra broke into sobs, the reality of her son’s passing dawning on her, mourning him as she held the clothes tightly against her chest. It was your turn to drop on your knees, right next to your lover, whom you held close, she leaned into your embrace as you mourned alongside her, finally allowing the tears to flow down your eyes freely.

Syrax watched the scene from where she landed, roaring her pain and grief away, both from sharing Rhaenyra’s emotions as well as mourning Arrax, her own son.

[barleyo]

If ur in twd fandom I would loveee a Daryl dixon age gap fic!! Just him being disgusting over taking her first time? Just a major power imbalance between them. Dont do this if ur uncomfy ofc!! Stay safe bookie <33

Men Who Are Older.

Daryl Dixon X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: cried happy tears at this request, i LOVE daryl, he's so yummy. dirty old men foreverrrrr!!! i haven't seen all of twd and it's been a while since i've watched it, so this could be super ooc for all i know!! sorry it's short, i wanted to get all my ideas down quickly :3

Tags: LARGE age gap (18-19 and late 40-ish), power imbalance, coercion, p in v, loss of virginity, allusion to anal, creepy old man behavior (ugh i luv it)

Wordcount: 1.2k

You found yourself often visiting Daryl in his tent later in the night when you couldn't sleep. He tried to act like it annoyed him, like your presence was a nuisance to him, but it wasn't. You weren't the most irritating person he had to deal with day-to-day. You were polite enough for your age, you didn't mess around and snoop through his shit. You didn't judge him.

Most importantly, though, you were attractive. There wasn't much hot, young tail to chase around the camp. He liked to think you were his reward for living through hell every day. Nothing like eye candy at the end of the night to ease a hardened man's stress.

It was like most nights when you entered his tent, not bothering to announce yourself. Daryl looked up from the pocket knife he had been mindlessly flicking to eye you down. 

"Shouldn't you be in bed by now?" 

"Yeah, right," you said, taking a casual seat on his bedroll. "What're you doing?"

He clicked his tongue at you on his bed, but sighed and ignored it. "Nothing. Too damn late to do anythin' important."

"Want to chit-chat, then?" You rested your hands on your knees, hoping he would soothe your boredom.

"Do I wanna 'chit-chat'?" Daryl flicked his knife closed and tucked it in his back pocket. "If you wanna chat, why don't you go do it with someone else? You don't have friends your age?" 

"I used to." He didn't say anything, just flattened his mouth at your rebuttal. "We're friends though, aren't we?"

Crossing his arms, he let out a hum. "Whatever you want, kid. Sure. We're real pals."

You spoke about whatever came to your mind for the next however-many minutes with him. Mostly just you babbling on, but it didn't bother him. You could run off at your mouth all you wanted, gave him all the excuse to stare you down and look a little too closely at places he knew he shouldn't.

Eventually, you got on the topic of things you missed about life before. Things you wished you got to experience, things you were slowly starting to forget about.

"I didn't even get to properly lose my virginity before this shit took over," you complained, now laying on Daryl's bed like it was your own. "It really bites, man." 

His eyes widened a bit, arms falling to his legs from their crossed position. 

"Wait, what'd y'say?" 

"Huh? Oh, I didn't get to have sex with anyone before the outbreak," you repeated, not caring to turn to face him while you spoke. "Sometimes, I wonder if I'll die before I get any." 

So many things rushed through Daryl's head at that moment. A virgin? You? It wasn't exactly surprising, you weren't old enough for it to be a shocking thing to hear, but the thought really intrigued him. Made him wonder.

It gave him an idea, and lord knows dirty, old men have even dirtier ideas stewing in their minds.

"That bother you?" 

You finally turned your head over to look at him, eyes looking conflicted.

"I guess, a little. There are bigger things to worry about, but I feel like I'm missing out," you said while trying your best to sound nonchalant. "It's not much of a priority, under the circumstances, you know."

Oh, how wrong you were. It very much was a priority, an urgent one at that. 

"Never know. Could happen, if y'really wanted. Don't rule it out completely," he advised, wiping his face with the back of his palm. "Maybe some younger man might find his way here. Could be an opportunity." 

"Nah, I couldn't go for that. I don't wanna be inexperienced and have to deal with an equally inexperienced guy too. That'd be like hell," you joked.

"Sounds like you want an older man, then."

He called on every guardian angel he had in that moment, praying for you to take the bait. Just one chance, damn it, he wasn't asking for much.

"Yeah, guess so." You made eye contact with him for a brief second, before flitting your eyes around in embarrassment. "Listen, it's getting late, I should go." You pushed yourself up, ready to head back to your family.

Daryl stood from his seat and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him.

"I don't mind," he said, dancing around the answer to the question you didn't yet ask. "I know my fair share."

"Those don't sound like sounds a virgin'd make," he teased. He loved how you sounded. Straight from a porno, just shameless cries and squeals. "You sure you ain't did this before?"

He watched the back of your head shake 'no' while his hand guided along the arch in your spine. Took you a while to learn to keep your head down and ass up, but damn it if you didn't put the knowledge to work quickly.

"Am I supposed to be dizzy?" you asked, voice muffled by the blankets under you.

Daryl chuckled softly, slamming your hips back on him. "Yeah, if the guy's doin' it right. Feel good?"

Your hands clenched the fabric you were laying on, digging into it roughly.

"I think? I—I dunno, 's just so much."

Being the man he was, Daryl took that as a challenge. He flipped you over on your back, cock still rocking into you. He sped up, letting his movements get sharper. 

"C'mon," he muttered gruffly, trying to urge you to place your legs on his shoulders, "you gonna be this much of a problem for the next guy?"

You gave your weak legs a kick, wrapping them around his neck so the shaking wouldn't roll them off his shoulders. 

"No, no," you whined, groping your tits to keep your hands busy, "don't want another guy. He won't be as good as you, Dar." 

How the hell could a few little words get him ramped up even more? He knew you probably didn't mean it, horny girls said whatever their pussies wanted them to say, but the way he fucked you made you believe your own words.

"Yeah? I ruined ya for other guys already?" 

The stark difference between his now softer tone and rougher thrusts confused your brain in the best ways possible. You couldn't focus on just one aspect of him: Daryl was everywhere. In your brain, in your heart, in the very blood flowing through your veins— and, of course, inside of you. 

It was too much, all of it. 

Your walls clamped tightly over him, sucking him in like a vacuum. The clenching of your walls over his dick sent him over the edge, barely leaving him enough time to pull out. He bit the back of his hand, stifling a moan while he jerked himself the rest of the way off, coating your tired pussy with his cum. 

"You didn't cum inside, did you?" You sat up quickly, scooting back a bit. 

Daryl let out a huff. "I'm not an amateur, I know how to pull out."

"Just checking," you mumbled, lying back down on his bedroll, head nuzzling into the pillow.

You felt his dick push up against your ass, prodding between your cheeks.

"I could show you a way that'll make sure no idiot douchebags get ya knocked up," he offered, head desperately tapping against your asshole, "if you want."

A soft sigh came from your chest as you pushed your ass back on him.

"You're an eager teacher, y'know."

[lavishlyleo]

Astrology Observations 5

One thing I've noticed with Gemini Moons is that while they do love to talk to people and share their thoughts, if they aren't interested in the conversation's topic or if you stay on one topic for too long, they tend to zone out. If they aren't very invested in the convo at hand it will be VERY noticeable (e.g. blank stares, they suddenly go very quiet, dry repetitive responses, checking their phone frequently).

The same can be said for individuals with a lot of Air in their charts in general, especially Gemini and Libra. It can be hard to keep these individuals attention for prolonged periods of time. They like to cut to the interesting part so keep what you have to say very brief and to the point.

Not something Leo Moons are known for, but that I've noticed is that they can be really good at analyzing peoples behavior. Like, they'll see how someone acts and can make connections to their own behavior to understand some elses emotions and feelings. It's how many Leo Moons relate to people, bonus points if their Moon is in a water house!

In your Natal chart, if your ruling planet 's transit is in opposition or square with your natal ruling planet's sign, it can indicate a period of bad luck and hardship. It may feel like the world is against you at the moment, especially if said aspect is in a less than 5° orb. Not a great transit aspect to have.

For example, My ruling planet is Jupiter (Sag Rising) and it's in Scorpio at 9°. IRONICALLY ENOUGH, in my Solar Return chart for this year, Jupiter is in Taurus at 9°. So I'm expecting a lot to happen this year. Later on this year I'll make an update on this aspect.

If you have Scorpio or Pisces in your SR top 3 this year, don't take this lightly!! Like I said in my last post with manifestations, this will be a year that your manifestation power is at an all time high! You may literally speak things into existence, for better or for worse.

On the topic of Scorpio/Pisces SR top three, my advice for this (and I'm speaking from experience) is try to think about things you want to happen, not things you don't want or like. For example, if you think about how much you don't like a certain person, later on down the line you may find yourself suddenly coming back in contact with that person a lot more, when either you wanted to or not.

People with Cancer personal placements, I'd advise you to frequently check the Moon's transit and positions! Whenever it's the full or new moon, keep tabs on what happens those days and how you feel. Let me know in the comments anything interesting that's happened to yall during those times!

I've said this once and I'll say it again, Scorpio Mars are some of the most PERSISTENT people I've ever seen. When it comes to their desires, NOTHING stands in their way. However this can be detrimental if it's bad habits like drinking, smoking, stealing, ect. One way or another they will get what they want, even if it costs them everything. These people can truly be the victim of their own desires. Honorary mention- Taurus Mars.

Listen, if you ever need someone to promote your music, call an Aquarius Venus/Dominant person. I swear to god these people listen to the most obscure, outta pocket things I've ever heard.

Taurus 6th/5th housers tend to be those people at work that live by the slow and steady motto. They don't like to rush and do a sloppy job on whatever their working on.

On the other hand, Aries 6th/5th housers may be very fast workers, and it usually works well for them, works well under pressure. not the most thorough people but for the most part they get the job done.

People with a lot of Gemini and Leo placements in their chart tend to give off Aries energy.

Capricorn and Scorpio relationships are literally ride or die. I know a couple with many of these placements and they are so possessive of each other. Even after heated arguments and many hardships, they always come back together and work out their issues, it's really sweet!

When in an awkward situation, Libra Risings tend to try and break the tension first. Sometimes they can make the situation more awkward doing this but they're always the ones to bring the vibes back to the way they were, so I appreciate it. Gemini Risings may also do this but can be slightly more unhinged in their methods. I love both regardless for it😭💕.

The reason puberty for all of us hits hard is because it's around this time that Saturn is usually in the sign opposite from our Saturn sign. It makes a lot of sense when you think about it, itcchanges a lot of what we focus on and introduces us to new struggles. Although with Saturn retrograde, the age of which these changes can affect us can range from 13 all the way up to 25. Saturn is trying to toughen us up before we become adults.

What your Rising Sign's season is may be the season/months you prefer. For example, I'm a Sagittarius Rising and I tend to like late fall/early winter.

Your Moon sign can show how you process not just your emotions, but how you handle other peoples emotions, and how you relate to them. For example, a Leo Moon may relate to others by thinking of themselves in someone elses shoes, and how they would handle situations. While a Gemini Moon may relate other peoples emotions with stories from others that they've heard, and use what they've observed from other people to help others.

Venus PC Moon can also show this, I'd look at both sign's relationship to see the full picture of how one truly processes theirs and others emotions.

Moon/Pluto Aspects in someone's chart can show a relationship where however the mother treats the native, is how the native will end up treating her as they get older. For example, if the mother was negligent to the native in their younger years, then as they get older they will have a detached and impersonal attitude towards her. Basically the natives mirror how they were nurtured in youth.

"She say do you love me, I tell her only partly. I only love my bed and my mama I'm sorry." -Drake, a Cancer Moon.

People who say Gemini/Libra placements are indecisive have CLEARLY never met someone with many personal fire placements, especially if it's their top 3. Fire sign energy is naturally high and can be all over the place sometimes, this can include their thoughts and decision making as well, mostly concerning the direction of their passions and work. They may have a million ideas of what they're about to do but have trouble slowing down and planning it all out into managable chunks at a time. Will fight for what they want but may have trouble picking their battles wisely.

[a-very-tired-jew]

I have an interview for a position outside of academia in a few hours and I’m both excited and saddened.

I love teaching. I love being a professor and lecturing on topics that I’m truly passionate about. My years in various performing arts has given me a skill set that translates very well to teaching students of all ages.

If you were to look at my student evaluations at the end of the semester you’d see that they repeatedly state I made students become passionate about subjects they’d never thought about because I was able to teach them in an entertaining way. Because at the end of the day, that’s what matters.

Did my students learn what I wanted them to learn? So what if I said “look at these fuckin bugs” or that “Anopholes mosquitoes feed face down, ass up”, my students learn the material and are engaged. They’re coming up to me the next semester to let me know that they’re now double majoring, minoring, or switched majors because of my classes. It’s a fantastic feeling and I love watching people fall in love with entomology like I did years ago.

But after the events of the Fall and Spring semesters at my university and academia as a whole… well, I no longer feel welcome. I no longer feel safe. I no longer feel like it’s worth trying to exist in this space.

I never made my politics or views on the I/P conflict known to my students, only a few of my colleagues have any clue and that’s due to me correcting misinformation. It is university policy to not put any of our politics into our lectures or advising. And let’s be honest, I’m lecturing on insects and other arthropods, the only politics that sort of become relevant are ones about conservation and climate change. Even then, I maintain as much neutrality as I can while sticking to empirically supported evidence.

I made this blog because my inability to actually speak out and vent about these things in my everyday life was just getting to be too much. I needed, and still do, an avenue to just talk about all of this shit and put my thoughts down.

However, the fact that myself, other Jewish faculty, and Jewish students have been harassed, assaulted, and our offices, dorms, and centers vandalized for simply being Jewish with no response from the university besides “we’re sorry that happened” is too little. I can’t, in good faith, stay in a profession where people target a minority for simply existing and leadership does nothing.

I’m hoping this interview is my way out for the time being and I get to stay local. I might come back to academia, but only to universities/colleges like Brandeis where I know I’ll be safe. I’d rather not have to clean “die kike” off my door again if possible.

[astroismypassion]

Astrology tea 🍵🍵🍵

Credit goes to my blog @astroismypassion

Trigger warning mentions of de**h, d***s

🍵 You know how Sagittarius Sun truly express their feelings? It shimmers through just a bit when they exaggerate a story. If they exaggerate a piece of information, you bet they were very surprised, too stunned to speak at the time it was happening. And them being surprised, shocked often equals exaggeration of a story.

🍵 Try to see where Juno and asteroid Groom overlap. If you have a Cancer Juno, yet Groom at 28 (Cancer degree), it could be a Cancer Sun that ends up proposing you.

🍵 But when you look at your own asteroid Briede (19029) sign, this is the Sun sign YOU might be the most serious about and who you would propose to.

🍵 Cancer Venus always gives a thoughtful, yet small, sometimes a cheap gift that relates to both of you, connects you two. For example you both like drinking tea and they buy you a tea cup and tea bags. Or you both really enjoy vinyl records and they buy you one. It’s always something that connects you two. 😀 You guys are really thoughtful gift-givers!

🍵 Aries Mercury gets really bored of one way of communicating for too long. For example, if you were sending each other audio messages for too long, they will want to change it and do phone call instead or video call etc.

🍵 Gemini Chiron and Gemini Lilith often gets scars, bruises on their fingers, hands. Or they may get skin on their hands, fingers easily burnt when cooking, when starting a fire.

🍵 Virgo over the 5th house might develop a crush on any person that they share the same ideas, viewpoint. If they like someone’s arguments, life philosophy, habits. They might develop a crush on someone when they think “This (wo)/man thinks just like me!”. They could also strongly relate to certain book authors and writers, because of the way they think, they might have a strong liking of their work. They might be prone to cheating mentally, if this would exist. When they are starting to agree more with someone else’s viewpoints, opinions than their partner’s, you might be losing them. 😬

🍵 Sagittarius Suns with Scorpio Mercury are oddly preoccupied with the idea of death and them dying and how they will die. Some have special requests on how they wish to be buried or which song they would like to be played at their funeral.

🍵 I noticed Scorpio Mercury are controversial, but for some reason Taurus Mercury seem to be too. Like Taurus Mercury celebrities Kanye West, Megan Fox, Kristen Stewart, Lena Dunham, Miranda Kerr, Donatella Versace, Abigail Breslin, Cher, Kirsten Dunst, Renée Zellweger. They had some controversial views and opinions throughout years. They are just likely to be canceled on the internet or just really disliked due to jealousy, envy they evoke in others as much as Scorpio Mercury. They could also receive public dislike online.

🍵 If you have Aries Part of Fortune you might find yourself in struggles in life (difficulties in college, financial issues etc.) that not even your family members will be able to advise you on or support you. In times of conflict and stress you will often be alone to find the real courage and strength needed.

🍵 People might not believe Pisces Moon when they say they don’t do drugs. Also, they could experience random drug tests.

🍵 However, also on Pisces Moon: they have weird fascination with psychedelics, yet dislike weed and drugs. Some believe psychedelics could heal their trauma. 🤷🏼‍♀️

🍵 I noticed Aries Moons often have a female sibling. They grew up around strong women in their family who are very independent, unmarried or career driven.

🍵 Sagittarius Sun when younger might have often been the butt of the joke in their friend group. This is one side of Sagittarius Sun that hasn’t been talked enough. People have made fun on their expense often times when their were feeling insecure enough on their own. That’s why they try to not show much emotion, appear unfazed and diffuse things back with humour.

🍵 Aquarius Venus might date their friend, or multiple people until committed or could ghost. But Uranus in the 2nd house?? These guys don’t participate in hookup culture (and rebel against it), don’t entertain multiple people (doesn’t have a roaster), don’t do ghosting.

🍵 Taurus Venus has a love language of gift giving and this is also how they flirt, they just start buying you things or food. Yet, sometimes this can come across trying to buy their loved one’s love. 😬

🍵 Venus in the 6th house looves using hand cream. People compliment them for their soft hands more than they would any other placement.

🍵 Asteroid Kiss sign in the Kiss Persona chart could indicate the Sun sign of the person you will share your first kiss with.

Credit goes to my blog @astroismypassion

[phoenixofmetal]

Which Necron Should You Fight?

Imotekh the Stormlord: Challenge him to a duel and you might be able to survive. You’re gonna lose a hand in the process, but you’ll at least be alive.

Szarekh, Last Silent King of the Necrontyr and First Silent King of the Necrons: This man has been awake for at least 65 million years and likely has spent that time killing horrors from beyond our galaxy, do not fight him.

Trazyn the Infinite: Unless you are prepared for the very real possibility of becoming a museum exhibit, I would not advise fighting this old man. Try convincing him to go bother Orikan instead.

Orikan the Diviner: Don’t. You will be lucky if he only puts you in a time loop. Get Trazyn to pester him instead they’re overdue for another round of divorced old man slapfight.

Oltyx: DON’T

Yenekh: I cannot emphasize enough how spectacularly bad an idea it is to fight him if you are literally anyone but his boyfriend Oltyx. He is a god of melee among mortals. JUST. DON’T.

Lysikor: Fight him, it will be funny. You will more likely than not die but it will be funny.

Nemesor Zahndrekh: I mean, you probably could if you formally challenged him and you might even get invited to dinner afterwards if you’re a good sport about it. However, his husband Varguard is probably going to kill you when he’s not looking.

Vargaurd Obryon: Under no circumstances should you fight this man. He will kill you if you so much as look wrong at his husband Nemesor.

Zultanekh: The chillest people are often the most terrifying when given a reason to not be chill and he’s built like a tank. Go fight someone else and let him mourn his boyfriend Djoseras in peace damnit.

Illuminor Szeras: YOU WILL DIE AND IT WILL HURT THE ENTIRE TIME; IF YOU SURVIVE HE WILL MAKE YOU WILL WISH YOU DIDN’T

Anrakyr the Traveller: Maybe, just watch out for the three federal agents Triarch Praetorians that follow him around.

Xun’bakyr, Mother of Oblivion: RUN, JUST… RUN

[aliciavance4228]

If there's one over hated god by Greek Mythology Enthusiasts, that is Zeus. And look, I know that in most Greek Mythology ecranisations he's presented in a similar way the Christian God is or that he indeed did a LOT of horrible things he deserves to be criticized for. However, some people are going way too far with this criticize, to the point where they start to over exaggerate all of his bad actions, then erase all of his good traits, and then slowly start to portray him as a cartoon villain.

Which not only that is very reductive when it comes to a figure like Zeus, but it's also not the case as often as many people would like to believe.

The most prominent example is the myth of Philemon and Baucis: Zeus and Hermes were traveling the Earth disguised as mortals, asking people for a place to sleep that night. Everyone refused to welcome them in their house except for a poor old couple. Zeus not only that told them about the flood and advised them to climb the mountain so that they would be safe, but he also fulfilled their wish to die together as well.

There were also situations or parts from several myths where he acts as the mediator between the gods and the enforcer of laws (but not in rigid, unrealistic manner). He punished those who were violating his laws of hospitality (especially when it came to murder) and had his own moments when he took pity of those who were wronged.

And look, I know that it's really hard not to judge him as individuals of the 21st Century with a completely different mentality and perception of morality, which is highly based on this Good-Evil Spectrum. It doesn’t help the fact that we're talking here about a patriarchal society either, with him as the supreme figure of it. And it's quite easy to observe that, given the fact that he doesn't allow Hera to have as much as him, or that he doesn't hesitate to punish or humiliate her many times, or that he assaulted lots of women so that they would bear him honorable children etc. Which by ancient standard would be considered acceptable or even admirable, but by modern standards you cannot help but view him as a serial rapist.

But I'm here to tell you that this is part of the reason why he's a complex deity in the first place. He's supposed to be a represantion of kings/authority figures, and power naturally corrupts even the most level-headed, strong psyches. I also think that it's important to emphasize the fact that he wasn't always a king.

He was raised in secret so that his father won't be aware of his existence, freed his siblings from his stomach after he drank a potion Metis prepared after Zeus convinced her to help him, started a whole war between gods and titans with him as the leader of one side, freed the Cyclops and Hecatoncheires, overthrew his father and threw him into Tartarus. You can come up with thousands of assumptions about his personality purely based on what is suggested in the Theogony: he's strategic, determinate, ambitious, cunning, manipulative, influential, has great leadership skills etc. Yes, he slowly started to abuse his power throughout the centuries, but that doesn’t mean that he isn't capable of being a competent ruler, nor that he didn't deserve this position in the first place.

What if instead of taking into account only his current position as the King of the Gods, people would start focusing on his whole journey and evolution? What if he was a briliant, charismatic boy once who had only noble intetions, but then became consumed by his own power and aspirations to the point of turning into the corrupt deity that we see in many myths? I'm mostly rambling now, but it would be a much more interesting idea that would help depicting him as a compelling, morally-grey figure instead of pure evil.

[thealphavoidofficial]

So, recently found out about this Roblox game called PRESSURE, And I am immediately hooked! So you know what that means!

AU TIME!!!

OFF THE HOOK AU!!

Basically an Au where, instead of being let free as promised, UrbanShade kidnaps the Player (Again) and performs crude experiments on them (much like they did Sebastian), warping their mind beyond recognition till they were mostly that of a feral animal with but a single shred of humanity left, using the DNA of a Prawn, Stone Fish, Sea Viper, ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ and a little bit of Fighting Fish, turning them into a Monstrosity and dumping them back into the abandoned facility to rot, where no one would ever find them……or…..at least the old them…….

Also small theory:

After beating the game if you play again and die Sebastian will ask you why your back again, meaning that this is indeed set after giving the crystal to UrbanShade after retrieving it, so this could mean 1 or 2 things,

1. UrbanShade has multiple different facilities with multiple crystals

2. UrbanShade puts the crystal back for the next Expendable inmate/s to retrieve as some sort of twisted behaviour experiment.

Now onto the Info on the Player in this universe.

‘Standing’ at a height of 11ft, Z-P1 is an exceptionally large entity, the venomous spikes protruding from their back are a very serious hazard for anyone or anything wanting to sneak up on them, and don’t be fooled by their slim appearance, cause of it were to happen, Z-P1 could beat The Angler and it’s other of it’s variants any day, including multiple at once, fighting with the velocity and aggression of a Fighting Fish.

Unlike Subject Z-13 though, Z-P1 is highly aggressive toward Expendables, they will first be encountered in a stationary state, either facing the wall or down the hall, upon stepping closer it will begin to stare down the Expendable, DO NOT look it in the eyes while it is doing this, simply work your way around them, for any eye contact or Physical touch with the subject will result in death, as due to it’s Fighting Fish DNA, making it highly territorial, it will take this as an immediate threat or challenge. If you do end up look it in the eye by accident, it will begin to light up it’s bioluminescent markings and Lure as a warning to back off, if this is not done by the time it’s hissing becomes high pitch and it’s lights turn red, death will be inevitable.

Upon attacking it will begin to brutally bludgeon, claw and tear the Expendable apart with it’s teeth and claws, however, this will leave an opening for the other Teammates to escape of multiple Expendables are together if they are quick enough.

However of you are indeed dumb enough to directly approach the subject, it is advised to keep your head down, and make yourself and Non-Threatening as possible as to not trigger it’s hunting instinct, avoid eye contact. It was documented that when an Expendable did this, Z-P1 had shown no aggression toward them what so ever, even allowing the Expendable to briefly touch them before leaving the room to let them pass, it would appear there is still some humanity left in Z-P1, although small.

[kivaember]

me trying to figure things out re: proto-fiend lore in smtvv and my vanilla smtv headcanons for pre-aogami susano-o... by obvs writing a susano-o/tsukuyomi pwp :|

well anyway here's a teaser

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Summer. Tsukuyomi’s most hated season and yet the most inescapable. As the world entered a warming state due to humanity’s breakneck technological progress, Tokyo sizzled more and more with each orbit of the sun, and the jungle of concrete and glass only amplified this inescapable heat to the point where even demons were put in a state of lethargy and disgust - and the Proto-Fiends were no exception to this rule.

Crafted by human hands, the Proto-Fiend bodies were inherently flawed compared to their more divine kin, yet they brought advantages with them that other demons coveted jealously: Proto-Fiends were capable of growth and change, trading additional vulnerabilities for the advantage of human ingenuity strengthening them. Of course, Amaterasu, Susano-o and Tsukuyomi were free to spurn the Proto-Fiend bodies to take upon their far more divine yet stagnant forms, but they were long used to this arrangement their father had made with humanity by this point, and so usually stuck with their flawed yet limitless bodies.

However, it seemed that even Proto-Fiends weren’t immune to excessive heatwaves, especially humid heatwaves, which has resulted in Tsukuyomi’s current predicament…

“Ugh. This damn heat…”

The moon was naught but a tiny sliver in the sky, the stars concealed behind patchy yet thick clouds that contained the sticky, humid heat pressing down upon Tokyo. The night hadn’t brought cool relief like Tsukuyomi had hoped, and his little trip to Inakuma shrine for some privacy turned out to be very ill-advised as a result. As claustrophobic as Bethel Japan HQ could be sometimes, it had air-conditioning.

Tsukuyomi, sprawled out on the concave roof of his shrine, scowled at the starless sky above, genuinely contemplating shedding his current Proto-Fiend form until this oppressive heatwave had passed. It wouldn’t be too much of a hardship for the humans to construct him another vessel - Tsukuyomi was cautious enough that they had enough bodies for him to die several times over in one evening before they hit the emergency stocks - but the problem was that Susano-o and even Amaterasu wouldn’t let him forget it.

too weak to endure even a little bit of heat, they’d no doubt tease, and Tsukuyomi’s pride refused to hand them that ammunition. It was bad enough that he was the weakest among them as it was, with an identity that was ephemeral and being steadily consumed by pop culture and commercialism (the less said about Susano-o discovering ‘sexy anime Tsukuyomi’ from human entertainment, the better), but confirming their suspicions on his constitution and having them mock him, or worse, pity him? Tsukuyomi would rather suffer instead.

So he sulked out here instead, in the privacy of his shrine, slowly cooking alive in his Proto-Fiend body. Maybe for next summer he should press-gang a bunch of Jack Frosts into service… make them create a giant snowstorm localised right here… that would be lovely…

A sudden surge of ozone and a blissfully cool gust of wind stirred the stagnant air, heralding Susano-o’s boisterous arrival onto the scene. Tsukuyomi closed his eyes, too exhausted and hot to feel annoyed about his brother’s intrusion. This may as well happen. If he ignored him maybe he’ll just go away.

“Brother!” Susano-o boomed obnoxiously, the acoustic of the shrine making it echo like thunder as the oaf lumbered over. Tsukuyomi practically heard every heavy stomp of Susano-o’s feet. “Brother, are you here?”

Tsukuyomi ignored him.

Susano-o harrumphed loudly, muttering something too low for him to hear. After a moment, Tsukuyomi heard the thump and creak of his brother hauling himself up onto the shrine’s roof, the structure groaning in protest from his considerable bulk - and inelegant way of climbing! What was he doing, kicking footholds into the wall?

“I’m getting too old to climb after you like this, brother!” Susano-o bitched, only to be interrupted by the sound of clattering roof tiles and-

SMASH!

“Ah, shit. Fuck,” Susano-o said. “Crap.”

“Stop destroying my shrine,” Tsukuyomi mumbled half-heartedly.

“He lives!” Susano-o proclaimed, and Tsukuyomi grunted when he felt his brother’s large hands grasp his shoulders and give him a shake. The back of his head whacked the roof a few times from the vigorous shakedown his brother gave him.

“I feared the worst, seeing you lie here so still!” Susano-o said with his usual needless dramatics. “Whatever is the matter with you, brother! Why- ah, why are you naked…”

“I’m hot,” Tsukuyomi admitted. He couldn’t think of any other reason that wouldn’t have Susano-o twisting it to something deviant and weird. “So I stripped.”

“I see…”

[babyrdie]

Do you think Neoptolemus wouldn't like Patroclus? I was curious about your opinion. In tsoa he doesn't like him. In some fics he doesn't like him. In some posts here people also think he wouldn't like him

Sorry it took me so long to answer!

PHILOCTETES: Now, for the gods' sake, what of Patroclus? On that occasion where was he? Tell me. Your father loved him more than anyone. NEOPTOLEMUS: He was also dead. I can tell you why in one brief saying — given the choice, war takes no evil men. It always wants to seize the good ones.

I don't know what these posts are (although, to be fair, I'm not that into mythology tags), but here's a part of Sophocles' play Philoctetes, translation by Ian Johnston. Neoptolemus considers him to be one of the good ones, he doesn't seem like someone who dislikes Patroclus. And although Neoptolemus is currently trying to deceive Philoctetes, he only lies about specific things precisely because he doesn't like the idea of ​​lying, so much so that he argued with Odysseus about this plan. He lies, for example, about the Achaeans having disrespected him. However, otherwise he seems to try to be as sincere as possible, almost like the strategy "if your lie has a lot of truths, it will be harder to be noticed. Even more so if you are a bad liar."

As for other sources, I don't remember having Neoptolemus's opinion about Patroclus. However, we do know from The Iliad that Achilles wanted Patroclus to go to Skyros after the war and be in charge of Neoptolemus. Neoptolemus had Lycomedes as a male role model growing up (as seen in Posthomerica and Imagines, for example), was so needy that he was manipulated by Odysseus (as seen in Philoctetes, for example), and in many versions he is together with Phoenix, formerly Achilles' kind-of-father, and seems to appreciate him (e.g. in The Returns/Nostoi). In more than one source, he is worried about Peleus being attacked by Iolcus in his absence (for example, Trojan Women), despite not even knowing him. Helenus was given to him as a slave, but Neoptolemus decided to leave Helenus as the king of Epirus rather than keep him, which I imagine is perhaps a sort of "reward" for Helenus keeping him alive in a way (Helenus' prophecies + Thetis' help are responsible for Neoptolemus not having the problems the Achaeans had in returning home).

There's nothing to suggest that Neoptolemus has a problem accepting male figures in his life. He follows what Odysseus tells him because he's more experienced, he becomes attached to Phoenix because Phoenix cares for him like he's Achilles, he apparently decides that Helenus deserves to be king as a reward for helping him (though honestly, it's not like Helenus had much of a choice in helping him considering he was a slave), he's worried about the idea of ​​Phthia being attacked by Iolcus while Peleus is an old man because he still sees him as his grandfather despite not knowing him.

What is so special about Patroclus that would make him the only one of them to attract Neoptolemus's immediate dislike? "Oh, he'd feel like he's trying to replace Achilles…" Patroclus plays a very similar role to Phoenix to some extent, being trusted by Peleus to advise and guide Achilles and be a role model. He's not the father figure Phoenix is, obviously, but he's still Achilles' role model. If Neoptolemus accepted Phoenix, why is Patroclus so different?

Neoptolemus is actually desperate for a connection with his father. In Posthomerica, the idea of ​​being like his father pleases him, even though he knows that this is alarming to Deidamia (because she is afraid that he will die like Achilles). He agrees to go against his own principles to please Odysseus because Odysseus promises that this will help him achieve the same glory as his father (in the play Philoctetes. Not all sources have Neoptolemus going with Odysseus to help Philoctetes). Before he dies, he goes to a temple of Apollo, and this is usually because he has not yet come to terms with Achilles' death (in Euripides' Andromache, for example, he even disrespects Apollo out of anger at him for killing Achilles). He is never shown having a problem with Phoenix's idea of ​​renaming him from Phyrrus to Neoptolemus in honor of Achilles (This is said by Pausanias. Neoptoemus means "new war", a reference to both Neoptolemus and Achilles being very young when they went to war). He agrees to sacrifice Polyxena because Achilles asks (general idea of ​​the myth). If anything, Neoptolemus would be more than okay with Patroclus not because Patroclus is Patroclus, but because Patroclus is Achilles' dear companion. If he knew that Achilles entrusted Patroclus, someone he cares deeply about, to take care of him… wouldn't he see a connection to Achilles in that? Something like "my father cares so much for me that he entrusted my care to his closest companion." Or "Patroclus knew my father better than anyone else, I can learn a lot about my father from him."

I think this idea of ​​Neoptolemus not liking Patroclus comes from a simplistic and stereotypical view where people see Neoptolemus as the son of a divorced couple who hates his father's new lover. But yeah, there's nothing to support this idea in the sources. Not only is Neoptolemus extremely receptive to other male characters who help him in some way (because he is desperate), but the only time he expresses an opinion about Patroclus in the surviving sources is to say that only good men die in war while saying Patroclus as one of them.

But of course, you may disagree with my opinion. I just think that an important point of Neoptolemus is that he is desperately seeking a connection with his father and will not eliminate ANY possibility of achieving that. He didn't eliminate even crimes that were considered horrible even in his social context (for example, killing Priam in the temple of Zeus), having an okay relationship with Patroclus is something very simple compared to that.

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Sunrise 

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~2.9k

Summary: You take Wanda out to see the sunrise one morning. 

A/N: Fluffy drabble

Warnings: none

Wanda had always been aware of your propensity for impulsive decisions every now and then, especially if a particular bad influence was involved. Since first meeting you she’d realized that you sometimes didn’t think things all the way through. It had luckily only come to bite you in the ass occasionally, and since you’d started dating, she made sure that you were as safe as possible, and this meant being as not reckless as possible. She knew that when you occasionally declared that you were going to try something new, or do something slightly uncharacteristic, you likely had only just thought of it and hadn’t considered the possible outcomes.

This morning, Wanda wasn’t sure what she should blame for your desire to get up and out of bed before the sun was even up. It was almost an hour and a half before sunrise when she felt you nudge her insistently.

“Wands. Wake up.”

Wanda was awake but she was not happy about it, and she wasn’t going to get out of bed for just anything. It was just starting to get warmer, but she wouldn’t be surprised if it was only 50 something degrees outside. Way too cold to even humor getting up, let alone leaving the compound.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?”

Wanda asks this because she’s certain that there has to be something wrong for you to need her to be up this early. She’s not a morning person and despite feeling the familiar sense of urgency at the idea of something being amiss, Wanda only manages to open her eyes and search your expression for anything of concern. Instead, she watches as you shake your head with a smile and she frowns in confusion.

“Nothing’s wrong, but you need to get up and come with me, Wands.”

Wanda’s brows furrow as she considers what you might want from her. However, it’s early and she had just been woken up from a deep sleep so she gives up relatively quickly. She shoots you a skeptical look as she takes a moment to look you over and realize that you’re fully dressed. You’re wearing a long sleeve shirt and a puffy vest with pants and your hiking boots. She is already opening her mouth to refuse when you shoot her a pleading look that she’s usually powerless to resist.

“Y/n there’s no way I’m going--.”

“Please? It’ll be fun, I promise. The sunrise will be to die for.”

Wanda remembers these words as she walks with an arm linked in yours up the mountain through the freezing cold. It’s honestly not too bad, but Wanda was still wondering why she’d humored you as you keep walking nearly 20 minutes later. It’s not pitch black, but it’s certainly not light out as you two trudge through the woods.

You’d driven the two of you about 15 minutes to a seemingly random trail through the mountains. You had allowed Wanda to bring a gun with her only because she’d argued that it wasn’t advisable to walk around outside in the dark. You’d mentioned that it was technically twilight and she’d just glared at you before you acquiesced. You didn’t want to push your luck, and you were still slightly surprised that your girlfriend had agreed to come with you this morning. Luckily, you didn’t expect to run into trouble because not only was it far too early, but this trail was a very popular one that was frequently monitored.  

“Are you taking me into the woods to murder me?”

You are pretty deep in the woods when Wanda asks this. You’re getting closer to your destination, maybe 5 minutes away, but you can’t help but laugh slightly at her question. You resist the urge to point out various flaws in your plan if that had in fact been your plan. The first that came to mind was location. If you’d wanted to murder her you would have gone to a much more secluded trail, and a lot earlier than now.

You squeeze her arm before leading her up the path as you shake your head in amusement.

“No, Wanda. I did not wake you up at the crack of dawn to murder you. I promised you a sunset after all. Why would I wait until the sun was up to push you off a cliff?”

Wanda shoots you a glare and tries to pull away from you, but you offer her a kiss and an apologetic look that she just rolls her eyes at. Despite this she seems to prefer to be by your side as you finally reach the outlook at the top of the trail. Wanda has to admit that despite being slightly breathless from the walk up here in the cold, it is an amazing view. She turns to see you looking out too and she looks back just in time to see the glimmer of light start to appear above the horizon.

“Here we go.”

You pull away slightly from Wanda so you can stick your hands in your jacket pocket. It is a little chilly out, but you just hope that coming out here is going to be worth it.  You sigh happily as you turn your attention to the sunrise you’d seen many times before.

When you first saw it in this spot a few months ago, you knew that this was the place. You’d spent so much time up here one day that Wanda had almost sent Bucky to come find you. You’d just lost track of everything as you sat on some rocks at the edge of the overlook and taken in the view. You’d sat up here for hours thinking about how everything in your life had led you here. How one different decision could have ended you up somewhere else completely. Somewhere you’re convinced wouldn’t make you nearly as happy.

That said, you knew your happiness was only due in part to where you lived. You loved living in the mountains sure, but you would have gone anywhere as long as you could be with Wanda. Your girlfriend had become the most important person in your life, and you always wanted to have her with you.

You both watch in silence as the sun rises higher and begins to illuminate the trees below. As it starts to creep closer, Wanda smiles at the sight and the fact that you had dragged her out of bed for this. She’d been skeptical, and a little grumpy on the way here, but now that she was standing with you, she would admit that you had been right.

She turns to tell you this but she quickly gets distracted by the sight of you kneeling beside her.

“Y/n, what-?”

You smile widely up at your girlfriend as you take a deep and centering breath. Your heart is racing and you feel a little faint as you reach into your jacket pocket for the small black box that you had been hiding for nearly a month.

“Wands. Thank you for coming out this morning because I really wanted to do this here.”

Wanda’s still staring at you wide-eyed as she tries to process what’s happening. She doesn’t realize she’s crying until you open the box and show her the beautiful ring you’d bought her with Pietro’s help. You’d done the traditional thing and asked him to marry his sister. However, given that Pietro wasn’t traditional, you’d actually just invited him to go shopping. You took him into a jewelry store before telling him to help you ‘find something your sister will want to wear for the rest of her life.’ He’d been insufferable for a couple of minutes before he’d jumped into the role and helped you pick the perfect ring for his sister.

He'd asked you everything about how you planned on proposing and you’d actually been worried when he hadn’t responded to what you said. You’d learned over the years that if Pietro didn’t talk then something was wrong. Luckily this had been one exception and he’d been thrilled with the idea of taking Wanda out somewhere romantic.

You’re glad that Wanda doesn’t seem horrified by the idea, and you clear your throat before you keep talking and hopefully get your girlfriend to say yes.

“You know I love you. I probably said it embarrassingly early, but it was true even then. The longer we’re together the less I can see myself without you.”

You reach out a hand to take one of Wanda’s as you shoot her a smile that’s only a little apologetic. You hate that she’s crying, but you’re grateful to see the happiness in her eyes.

“I want to raise kids with you, and then grow old and grumpy.”

Wanda laughs at this and you decide that it’s now or never. You shift slightly where you’re kneeling because rocks aren’t super comfortable, but you ignore this for now in favor of seeing this through. Wanda looks beautiful as ever with the sunrise at her back, and the glow makes her look almost ethereal. You’re once again reminded of how lucky you are to be with her, and you pray that she won’t ever leave you.

“So Wanda Maximoff, will you please marry me?”

Since you’re facing the sunrise, you only see a faint outline of your girlfriend before she’s tackling you. She’s mindful enough to pull you to your feet before she throws her arms around you in a tight hug. She starts to nod and even though you feel it you wait patiently for her to pull away from you and respond with words.

“Yes! Of course, I’ll marry you, Y/n!”

You breathe a sigh of relief before Wanda pulls away from you so she can kiss you. You’re still smiling as she meets your lips and you nearly drop the ring when you start to put your arms around her again.

“Oh shit.”

Wanda laughs as she watches you juggle the beautiful ring for a moment before holding it out to her again. She smiles before nodding and waiting as you take it out of the box and slip it on her left hand. It fits perfectly and you thank Pietro for reminding you to borrow one of Wanda’s rings for size. You admire how it looks on her finger for another couple of seconds before you’re kissing her again and this time you are able to hold her tightly.

“I love you.”

Wanda is still breathless as she says this and as she watches you smile widely; she’s convinced that she’s the luckiest woman in the world.

“I love you too. I can’t wait to marry you.”

Wanda pulls you in for another kiss. This one is slower and she takes the time to really let everything sink in. You’ve been dating for a couple of years, and despite both knowing that you didn’t want anyone else the idea of marriage hadn’t come up very often. You hadn’t ever thought of yourself as someone who needed to be married to be happy. You still don’t think it’s strictly necessary, but you want to do everything you can with Wanda.

Wanda on the other hand, she knew early that she wanted to get married, have kids and grow old with someone that she loved. As she got older, this lifestyle became less likely and more problematic, and by the time she was 18 she’d come to terms with the fact that she was just going to die alone, probably young given what she did for a living. It wasn’t until she met you that she decided that maybe she deserved better. Meeting you had changed a lot for her, and she was amazed that she’d kept you for this long. The fact that you wanted to marry her would take a bit to set in.

“Detka, this was so sweet and perfect, but can we go back to bed?”

Wanda’s tone was enough to tell you that she didn’t want to simply go back to sleep and you have to restrain yourself from running back to the car. You nod as you take her hand, glancing at the ring for a few seconds before leading her back down the path.

“Of course, we can go to my place so no one bothers us?”

Wanda nods immediately because this is a very good idea. You’ve moved into the compound on the weekends so you could spend time with Wanda, but you still kept your apartment for during the week. The redhead would visit you when she could and especially right now, she was very grateful for this. Her brother was certainly not up yet, but she didn’t want to run into anyone right now. She wanted to spend time with just you and bask in the newly engaged bliss without having to tell anyone. She wanted it to be just about you two for now.

“That’s brilliant. You’re so smart.”

You’re still smiling when Wanda says this and your face is actually starting to hurt from it. You don’t dare stop though because you’re so happy. Wanda said yes and she’s going to be your wife.

As you two walk hand in hand back to your car, Wanda looks back to her ring appreciatively. She wonders how long you’ve had it for, and how long you’d planned on proposing to her.

“It’s beautiful Y/n. I love it.”

You are glad to hear this because you’d only been worrying about your choice since you first made it. You’d borrowed money from Pietro to buy it because you’d been worried that Wanda would notice if you’d paid for it yourself. Not to mention, you would actually be using Wanda’s money since you were a broke student, and that just didn’t seem quite right.

A few months ago, she’d told you that she wanted to put you on her accounts just in case. You’d been reluctant, but Wanda had insisted given that she knew you were still in school and didn’t have time to make money, not to mention she had more of it than she knew what to do with. She wanted you to be comfortable, and as long as you didn’t go crazy, she didn’t mind. You’d already promised yourself that once you made money of your own, you’d pay Pietro back. You were just grateful that he was willing to help you out because Wanda certainly deserved more than what you could afford at the moment.

He’d helped you make sure that your surprise remained a surprise, and all he’d asked for was to be able to help you pick the ring out.

“Pietro actually helped me pick it out.”

This catches Wanda by surprise and she slows her stride as she contemplates the significance of this. She knew that you were aware of what she liked. You’d never had trouble picking things out for her whether it was flowers, jewelry or clothing. You paid attention to her and the small details that helped you learn what your now-fiancée likes in all aspects of life. This means that you’d likely gone to Pietro for another reason.

Wanda can’t help but smile at the fact that you’d gone to her brother to tell him of your plans to propose. You can tell what she’s going to say and you try not to blush furiously as she shoots you an adoring look.

“Did you ask Pietro if you could marry me?”

You immediately shake your head because you definitely didn’t do this. You had presented Pietro with an option and he’d hadn’t objected to your round-about way of making sure that he wasn’t completely against this. You figured that you would have been able to tell earlier if Pietro didn’t like you, or at least if he didn’t like you with his sister. He was not the kind of person to just sit back and let something he didn’t like happen, so you’re certain he would have been more outspoken if he had a problem with it.

Still believing that Pietro didn’t mind you and having to confirm this had been stressful. You’d done so in public so he couldn’t get upset if he was against it, but it was also right where you wanted to be if he gave you the green light.

“No, no. I just asked him to come shopping with me for rings. I might have mentioned that it was for you.”

Wanda rolls her eyes at this as the two of you come up on the parking lot. You’d gotten back a lot faster because it wasn’t as cold, and you both were very motivated to get home. You wait until Wanda is in the passenger seat and you’ve started the car before reaching back out for her hand. You can’t help but want to hold her left hand and stare at the ring on her finger despite needing to keep your eyes on the road.

“He was very helpful.”

Wanda hums at this as she lets her hand slide from yours for a second as she plays with the ring. She smiles as she nods in understanding before abruptly changing the subject.

“That was nice of him, but enough about my brother. I’d rather be talking about getting into bed with my fiancée.”

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[kydrogendragon]

i have to ask about the prince and knight fic that's my favorite trope ever 👀

It's such a good trope!!!! This one is gonna be a fully fleshed version of this fic I had done for the Sadman Fic exchange. The general premise is Omega Dream is arranged to marry Burgess to secure an alliance and Hob is the Alpha knight assigned to look over him for this journey.

It's currently resting at around 4k but is definitely getting away from me in length, I can already tell xD

“How much longer until we reach our stop?” the prince demands. Hob rolls his head from its rest on the back wall of the carriage to meet prince Morpheus’s gaze. “We should be approaching the first town in just over an hour, Your Highness.” The prince scoffs, folding his arms over his chest. “And if I were to insist we stop here?” “For what purpose, Your Highness?” Hob asks, brows furrowed. All that surrounds them currently was woods and a particularly thick patch at that. “To eat,” the prince says, glaring at Hob. “I am hungry. There was nothing prepared to break my fast earlier this morning due to the travel arrangements.” The way he stares, it’s as if Hob is personally responsible for the princeling’s lack of food. So the kid does eat after all, a miracle given how scrawny he is. Hob stifles a sigh as he looks out the window at their pacing scenery. “If you insist upon it, sir, we will stop upon your command. However, I would encourage you to consider waiting until we reach the next town for proper supplies.” “Are we ill prepared for our journey so early?” This time, the sigh is not so easily stopped. Prince Morpheus’s eyes narrow. “No, Your Highness, we are not. We are perfectly prepared for this journey, I would simply advise that with just an hour longer before the next stop, it would be better to save our rations for the longer stretches between towns.” The prince stares him down. A smarter man might have bowed his head or ordered for a stop the moment the prince had requested it. But Hob never claims to be a smart man. Instead, he stares right back. He thinks, for a moment, that the prince will kick him out of the carriage judging by the look on his face, but then his shoulders fall and he turns his gaze back out the window. “Very well,” he mumbles, the fire that had been in those eyes just moments ago fades away to nothing. It was strange, seeing such heat die so quickly, especially for members of royalty. Hob half expects this argument to reignite shortly after, but they continue in silence, the prince seemingly content to stare out at the passing scenery with a dull look in his eyes.

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[serosblunt]

BakuSquad Drabbles: If They Had A Crush On You

BakuSquad x (Female) Reader

NSFW, 18+

Characters: Bakugo, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Mina

Warnings: Mentions of smut (masturbation, electrostimulation, kissing, general horny thoughts.) Reader with female anatomy and pronouns. My terrible use of Spanish.

A/N: I am not Spanish, nor have I ever taken a day of it in my life so pls forgive me if I messed up the beautiful language😭

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Bakugo was NOT a pervert. 

Hothead? Yes. Slowly-coming-out-of-the-closest? Yes. But he was not a pervert. So why did he find himself having so many restless nights thinking about your face? 

The blond would frequently wake up to sheets soaked in sweat and slick palms that emitted his caramel essence. 

The way you smiled at him for less than a second when he handed you a pencil, or the casual manner in which you wiped sweat from your brow while sparring with Uraraka was so enticing to him. 

Perhaps it was because for only the third or fourth time in his life, someone wasn’t afraid of him, and that scared him. If he hurled insults at you, you would simply throw him back a grin, a toothy one that matched his own, as if you were telling him you knew he didn’t meant it. You were his equal and he respected you, maybe even worshipped you. 

Walking down the halls, if you were to accidentally bump shoulders, Katsuki would internally die a little, and turn a deeper shade of red than Ejirou’s hair. 

For some reason he would be overcome with the need to…apologise?!

You were his kryptonite, exposing all of his weak spots. 

He was in deep. And he didn’t know if he wanted to get out. 

Katsuki was fucked. 

Maybe he wanted to be, if you were down ;)

The red-head had always prided himself on being manly, and it hadn’t taken long for him to figure out he was harbouring strong feelings for you. 

Your loyalty to your friends and your willingness to drop everything’s for them at a minutes notice had initally peaked Eijirou’s interest. It was a very manly quality to have. 

His longing had only grown from there. 

Kirishima fondly remembers one day when he wasn’t in class, and during the lunch-break there was a pounding at his dorm room door. He was sick, it was really only a sniffle but Aizawa advised him against getting the rest of his classmates sick. 

He opened his door to find you, out of breath, having apparently run all the way from the classroom. You somehow had managed to find tissues, soup and an assortment of medicines along your fast-paced journey, with help from Recovery Girl. 

His heart was fluttering around you constantly from that day onwards, and he knew he couldn’t keep blaming lingering cold symptoms forever. 

His friends had caught him staring lovingly at you from across the room on more than several occasions, and smacked him out of his trance, as good friends did. But not before Mina got a few photos of the “lover boy” to show you later.

If he wasn’t going to step up and ask you out himself, she would do it for him. 

Denki WAS a pervert. 

Lately the two of you had been partnering up for training exercises, and his filthy mind had wandered. It was inevitable, you had boobs and were breathing. 

As you dodged his attacks, he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you hadn’t.

If you submitted to them willingly…asked for them…begged for them…

He had a crystal clear image of you underneath him, any time you trained. Naked and begging him to run his volts through you. In his mind, it made your toes curl and your nipples impossibly hard, and that wasn’t the only hard thing around.

When the thoughts got too much for the horny teen, Kaminari reverted back to blaming an over-usage of his quirk. Often this backfired on him however as you came even closer to him to run your fingers through his hair, knowing that it had helped him feel more grounded on occasion. 

It was common knowledge that recently, Denki, in his infinite wisdom, had developed intense stomach aches whenever he overused his quirk, which he obviously needed to see Recovery Girl for. 

Alone. 

Really, it was just an excuse to hide his boner from you and make a quick getaway, before either shamelessly rubbing one out in the bathroom or trying to coax it down enough to see the nurse. 

Unfortunately Denki could be a little clueless. You had felt something poking you in the thigh the first time you trained together, you decided to start wearing shorter skirts from that point onwards. 

Sero is a confident man. He knows he likes you and he suspects that you like him, but he needs to put that theory to the test. 

In the beginning he starts out slow, with only a word or two whispered so low you’re not even sure he said anything. 

Then the long-haired teen decided to use his powers for good. 

He calls it experimentation, and the way you blush after he breathes so softly just below the shell of your ear, he calls that data. 

“Data which must be collected again and again.”

The phrases too begin innocently enough, but Hanta knows how to get what you both so clearly what. 

“Cariño,” he purrs to as you reach for a snack.

“What does that one mean?” You squeak back, meekly. He finds it completely intoxicating. 

“It means ‘sweetheart’, but that’s nothing compared to what I’ll be calling you later, mi dulce princesa.”

You practically bend over for him right then and there, and the cocky, smiling fool knew it too. 

The tension between you two was more electric than anything Denki could produce, and it was driving Sero just as crazy as it was driving you. His lips spent more time attached to your ears in those few short weeks than they did apart from them. 

The taller boy was completely enamoured with the way you melted simply from his words.

Needles to say it didn’t take long for the two of you to start dating, and Sero kept up the Spanish.

Thoughts of you came to Mina often, but especially at night. When she was getting ready to slip her fingers below the waistband of her nightwear, inching them closer to where she so desperately wished it could be you touching her instead. 

It felt like it should have been wrong, the two of you were friends, but you were close. Closer than she saw a lot of her other friends act. But the way it felt, the way she felt about you, overpowered all that negativity. 

Ashido pictured your smile, your collarbones, your hands, and if she thought about it hard enough, she could almost feel the ghost of your lips against her skin. 

Your plush body against her own. It edged her closer and closer to her release.

She was practiced at this, having had the same desires for many a night. She knows just what vision will get her over the edge. 

Mina pretends it’s your voice in her ears instead of her own laboured breathing, coaxing her on, telling her you love her too.

A few more talented flicks of the wrist has your name on her lips like a symphony. 

Later that night, as she does every other, the bubbly girl curls up to a teddy bear you gifted her, which still holds your scent. 

You’ve never understood why she blushes the first time she sees you each day, but Mina knows that each night will be the same as the last until you’re hers. That’s the only secret she’s ever kept from you. 

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[devizakura]

PENNYLOUVERSE - CANON EVENTS AND FANON CONSEQUENCES

I've realized that some people who like my Pennylou comics may not have watched the show and as such, some blanks normally filled in by canon might escape them.

As such, here's a list of canon events you might want to know (in black) and headcanoned continuations/consequences of said events (in red) as a lot of them are left uncertain for now. BEWARE OF SPOILERS!

Exterminations:

a special group of angels called “exorcists” (sometimes “exterminators”) descend to Hell once a year to kill sinners with angelic weapons (the only type of weapon able to kill permanently - when killed by other means, sinners just regenerate/respawn) to prevent overpopulation and a potential uprising.

As we later find out, until the trial in episode 6 where Charlie, the princess of Hell, tries to present the case that sinners can be redeemed, only the exorcists (including Adam - the first man - and Lute at the top of their hierarchy) and Sera, the High Seraph (currently the highest rank in Heaven’s hierarchy that we know of - Lucifer could've been above them going by Christian lore but seeing as Hazbin lore differs in some ways, we don't really know for now) know of the exterminations. Sera is very insistent on keeping it that way as to not disturb the peace in Heaven.

After the truth comes out during that trial, many other angels, including Emily, learn of the exterminations. Emily is horrified, while other angels’ opinions seem to be split.

In my timeline, all the angels present at the trial have sworn under oath to keep the information confidential. However, that doesn’t stop rumors from spreading within some circles, especially after Adam seemingly disappears (having been killed in the battle for the Hotel) and Lute comes back lacking an arm. These rumors don’t reach Betty since she prefers to keep to her own and not stick her nose into matters that don’t concern her unless she can directly help someone, so she remains rather oblivious until told directly by Pentious who's lived through it.

Pentious as the first redeemed soul:

During the last extermination in which Adam's legion targets the hotel specifically, Pentious dies protecting it. Normally, this would result in a perma-death (and as such everyone who knew him believes he is in fact gone for good), but for reasons currently quite unknown, he ascends to Heaven instead.

In the Pennylou timeline, after Pentious arrives to Heaven in front of Sera and Emily, he is assigned a place to stay and allowed to roam free (under some degree of supervision for at least the first few weeks) but is advised not to reveal to the public that sinners can be redeemed as Sera feels the need to assess the situation first. For the same reason, he is not allowed to contact anyone in Hell to let them know redemption works until it is deemed safe to do so.

The "ex":

Back in Hell, Sir Pentious had a crush on Cherri Bomb, his archnemesis. They don’t end up together, but Sir Pentious does manage to confess his love and kiss her right before sacrificing himself.

While she does warm up to him by the end, in the Pennylou timeline (and true to Cherri’s character), she moves on rather quickly as they were never really together and she quite literally saw him die. Pentious, however, still misses her for quite some time. This gives Betty the wrongful impression that there was at least a bit more between them and she refers to Cherri as his “ex” rather than a crush.

What Pentious told Betty about after “Off my chest”:

The exterminations and how he died a second time

The hotel and redeeming sinners, as well as the friendships he’s made and how he misses Cherri and his Egg Boiz

He does not disclose much about his life before the hotel until much later if at all, as he doesn't feel particularly proud of his past.