#i don't know if this is a good time to post this but. may as well

[aeyumicore]

hey I love your stories (I live on them). Can I make a request? Can you write a Zayne Fic where the Zayne is tired and she is giving him a massage but that massage escalates into a full blown love making. But Zayne is letting her top him, he let's her take control while he sits back and enjoy the so called massage. Squeezing his chest and then teasing him by squeezing his thigh muscles and maybe his *cakes* too...hehehe

know better

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: zayne x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ WORD COUNT: 2.2k unedited | ao3

━ .ᐟ✧ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, massage m!receiving, reader tops zayne, spanking, unprotected seggs, butt fondling m!receiving

━ ✧.˖ A/N: in honor of zayne's main story branch <3 again i don't typically take requests but i may start doing shorter scenarios like this! so feel free to send them :) hope everyone is having a good zayne day!! i haven't done the new story yet, but plan to soon! i don't mind spoilers so feel free to yap in my messages or inbox. this is not edited.

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“Let me take care of you.”

Zayne should have known better than to trust those angelically unassuming words, his devilish little minx. But the thought of your delicate fingers kneading into his tense bundles of muscles, after he’d been on his feet for a 10 hour surgery, was too heavenly to give up.

He should’ve known you were up to something when you straddled him in just your panties, claiming you didn’t want to get your shorts greasy with the self-heating massage oil.

“Sweetheart…” he’d warned as your hands danced down the arch of his lower back, hissing as your nails grazed the contours of his back muscles. The feeling of your bare thighs sitting against the sensitive skin of the underside of his ass was enough to have him growing harder by the second.

He definitely should’ve known you were up to no good when your fingers cupped his rear, digging in so perfectly that he couldn’t help the sinful groan that escaped his lips. 

He tensed so adorably that you couldn’t help but continue to rub soothing circles into the plush mound of his ass. His strong glute muscles would squeeze every time you came close to the edges of his cheeks, daring yourself to go further. 

“I should’ve known you were up to no good,” Zayne moaned, his words muffled as his face pressed into the towel you had laid out on your shared mattress. 

You giggle, using your nails to gently rake up and down his rear, biting your lip as you can visibly see the goosebumps form on his pale skin. You bend down to press a kiss into his waist, dangerously close to unchartered territory.

Luckily for him, you save that for another night. Though it wasn’t necessarily something Zayne was opposed to, he was far too exhausted tonight to indulge in such unfamiliar endeavors. For tonight, he just wanted to submit to the pleasures of comforting intimacy. 

Though he couldn’t deny, the idea of exploring new heights of pleasure with you left him flustered and excited, evident by the way his now painfully hard cock was pressed into the bed as you straddled him. 

You begin to kiss up his spine, pressing your lips into his shoulder blades as you whisper into his neck.

“Does it not feel good?”

Zayne groans at your feigned innocence, his face turning to the side to try and catch your lips as they breathe into his sensitive neck. Your presence was having the opposite effect on him. With you around, he was more pent up than ever. 

But to his dismay, you pull back with an adorable grin on your face, returning your attention to the task at hand. 

You get off his thighs, “Turn over, please.”

Zayne hesitates, but knows better than to deny you. You had him wound so tightly around your fingers that there’d be no point to try and hide from you. Hide the way he was very much…pent up.

So when he finally does turn over, he doesn’t even try to cover his angrily erect cock. It stands so proud against his stomach, demanding attention. 

Zayne sits up on his elbows, his abdomen quivering as he breathes heavily. His eyes, intense and smoldering, watch you carefully, anticipating your next move. Glistening beads of pre drip down his cock like a melting popsicle, as if daring you for more. 

“Well? Will you take care of me, my love?”

And that was a request you could absolutely never refuse. 

-

Zayne’s skin is slick against yours, creating the most filthy clapping of skin against skin as you bounce on his lap. His face is buried in your chest, teeth capturing your poor and abused nippeles as he holds you tight, his thick forearms wrapped around your waist. 

He fights to keep his thighs still, wanting to let you “take care of him” like you so desperately asked to do. Though you have a paced rhythm, he wishes you’d go harder. 

Zayne leans back against the headboard of the bed, relinquishing your sweet and tender skin from his lips. His eyes can’t help but wander south, watching your thighs quiver as they bounce eagerly on his own bulging muscles. 

“You’re doing so well, beautiful,” he praises with starstruck eyes, hypnotized by the ripples of your thighs against his cleanly shaven pelvis. Your body never failed to amazon him, even as a physician and surgeon. The way your perfect taut walls could take all of him in; it was nothing short of mind-blowing. 

“Y-Yeah?” you whine, body tightening at the surgeon’s praises, “Does it feel good, Zayne?” Your hips roll furiously against him, eyes falling into your skull when his curved cock strokes against your spongy g-spot.

“Ah – You’re just what I needed,” Zayne grunts, eyes now watching the way your beautiful breasts bounce, right in front of his face like a damn taunt, “You’re dangerous.”

Your hips stutter at the guttural growl in his tone, his throat bobbing as he watches you, “What do you – ahngh – mean?”

Zayne grips your chin to steady your dreary head, watching with an amused glint in his hazel eyes as you start to lose yourself to the please, your rhythm faltering.

“I don’t expect people to be accepting of the idea that their surgeon is thinking about this,” Zayne grabs your clit, his hand slipping between your oiled bodies, “When he’s treating them.”

Your body convulses against Zayne’s expertly twisting fingers, as you nearly double over at his lewd confessions, “N-No! Let me.”

Zayne chuckles, knowing you want to be the one to take care of him. 

Reluctantly, he removes his fingers, settling his palms on your waist instead, looking up at you with all the wondrous adoration in the world reflected in his eyes. 

“Show me, sweetheart. Show me how you want to take care of me.”

His demanding purr fuels you with a need to prove yourself, your hips moving with renewed eagerness. With every roll of your pelvis, you clit brushes against the forming stubble on his crotch, sending sparks of pain singed euphoria straight into your core. It fizzles all throughout your body, making your fingertips numb with a pleasure you’re all too familiar with,

A pleasure Zayne has brought upon your body too many times to count.

Zayne groans at the feeling of your slick smearing messily against him, your bodies so slippery and sweaty with torrid pleasure. Though he wished he could take control, show you how badly he needed to pound against your cervix, force his way into your womb, watching you so prettily sob as you bounced atop him was nearly just as blissful. 

Your soft skin shines so beautifully before him, a heavenly light reflected against your resplendent curves. Zayne is so suddenly consumed with the need to feel your plush flesh against his itching fingers.

He takes two fistfulls of your ass, biting the inside of his cheek as he watches you with hooded lids. The sounds of your moans in response to his possessive hold ignites him with the need for more. 

So as you rock onto his thick manhood for all he’s worth, his palm comes down onto your ass with a force that makes your entire body quake. His hand comes down so strongly against the globes of your rear that the massage oil on your skin splashes, creating darkened splatters on the fabric of Zayne’s expensive comforter.

You’re so surprised by his actions that your bounces flutter to a halt, your throat eliciting a choked squeal of surprise and arousal. Your fingers dig into Zayne’s shoulders, the sting of his hand spider webbing from your ass, spreading all the way up to your spine. 

Zayne nearly cums right then and there, feeling just how excited and tight your cunt coiled against his cock, from him spanking you. But he bites his cheek, fighting the way his manhood fights to release inside you and the way his fingers itch with the need to spank you again.

“So tight,” he chokes out, cock lurching inside you, fighting against how fucking good you feel against him, how tightly you’re wound by him spanking you, “Hah – do you like it when I do that, sweetheart?”

Zayne had never been aroused by the idea of inflicting pain on you, even during sex. He’d never had the urge to spank you, never really saw the appeal in it. The most sadistic tendencies he had when making love to you was to grab your throat, squeezing just barely enough to make you whine. 

But now as you tighten in excitement in response to him smacking the soft fat of your ass, nodding so damn eagerly, as if you want him to spank you more…it’s enough to turn Zayne into a sadist.

So when you falter, nearly coming undone by the surprise of his demanding palm, Zayne’s hand comes down on you again. On impact, his fingers dig in, grabbing two handfuls of your luscious skin, forcing you to rock onto him. He helps you up and down, fingers soothing circles into the stinging skin that he’d struck. 

At this point you’re no longer doing any of the work, Zayne’s strong hands jostle you up and down, fucking you onto his cock like his precious little doll. Your body is far too gone, far too delirious from your newfound obsession with the way Zayne can blend pain and pleasure. You’re only capable of fucked out sobs, your head coming to lean against Zayne’s muscled chest as you come ever so close to your release. 

As Zayne rubs soothing circles into your prickling skin, he whispers huskily into your ear.

“You’re so good to me,” he murmurs, voice tinged with his own desperate need to release, “I’m always thinking about the next time I get to be inside you.”

“But I want to take care of you,” he pleads, giving your ass one last gentle smack, as if he can’t hold his hands back from the feeling of your delicious skin, “Will you let me do that?”

Zayne lifts your chin to look at him, his golden green eyes shiny with a fervent desperation, expecting you to answer him even though you were clearly in no state to speak.

When your mouth flaps open and shut, Zayne chuckles, pressing your head back into his warm chest, cradling you so gently as if he wasn’t actively rearranging your guts. He buries his face into the top of your head, enjoying the way your pheromones invade his senses and fill him with the animalistic need to mark you with his cum. 

“I’m going to fill you up, okay?” he breathes into your hair, “Don’t waste any of it.”

You nod vigorously, relieved you can finally let your orgasm take over. 

“I-I can take it all!” you squeal as he bounces you harder, desperate to cum himself, “I’ll be good Zayne, please!”

A growl rips from Zayne’s throat as a deafening smack! reverberates as he spanks you one last time, “Yes you can, that’s my girl.”

As the sting ripples out from your ass, you come so violently undone all over Zayne’s lap, the wet paps of his continued movements making your release smear everywhere.

Between that and the massage oil, it’s a slippery and moist mess of unfiltered heat. Zayne doesn’t take long to follow behind, pressing his lips to yours hungrily as he shoots inside of you. He’s so eager that his teeth knock into yours, but you barely notice, only focussed on the way his seed fills you, his cum so contrastingly hot compared to the icy feel of his skin against yours.

Zayne squeezes you so tightly against his body as he comes undone, making it nearly impossible for you to breathe. His moans are choked, strangled as if he himself is struggling to breathe. His hands slowly come to a stop, cock stilling as it spurts its very last drop.

Your bodies heave against one another, Zayne’s breath hot against your ear. He presses a languid kiss into your pulse, sighing in bliss. 

With the last of your strength, you use your fingers to dig gently into Zayne’s back, trying to smooth out the remaining knots in his muscles. Your head is still propped against Zayne’s pecs, your thighs caging his, and your cunt still snugly wrapped around him. 

Zayne groans at the feeling, “What are you doing?”

You mumble tiredly against his heartbeat, “Need t’finish your massage.”

Zayne curses, grabbing a hold of your wrists in his long and slender fingers. You look at him in surprise, eyes wide in question.

“I’ve had back to back surgeries every night this week.”

“I know,” you tilt your head in confusion, “That’s why I want to finish your massage.”

Zayne sighs in frustration, before leaning into your neck, your wrists still captured by his grasp. 

“Do you have any idea how…starved I am? You’re provoking a ravenous animal right now.”

The realization of just how touch-starved Zayne has become this last week sinks in. How even the innocent touch of your hands against his back has him alert and ready inside you. Your stomach flutters.

“Then…let me take care of you.”

And even though Zayne should have known better, he can’t help but once again give into the whims of the woman who had him utterly and completely wrapped around her finger.

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[fixyourself]

Just because you have anorexia doesn't mean you get to throw your life away and treat yourself like shit.

Take some time for yourself

Think about your life. You dont want to waste years being fat and depressed, instead you wont eat but you will think about food all the time? Either way you will just waste the "best" years of your life and think about it with regret at 40. Eat as little as possible but dont think about it all the time! You will start to enjoy life and it will make weightloss much easier.

Start to change yourself from the inside

Even though you don't eat as much as you should to be considered "healthy", start cleansing your body with what you put in it.

When you eat don't let it be junk or processed food. Choose high protein&vitamin superfoods, such as: tuna, salmon, chicken,almonds, chia seeds, green granny smith apples...

Cut the diet coke - i know it hurts but it just slows your metabolism, makes you feel more depressed and even more hungry. If you have already developed an addiction try to drink it as little as possible until you reach the possibility to not drink it at all and replace it with water.

Water has a very important role in weightloss, metabolism and mental health. Do you ever wonder why junk food and processed foods like chips make you fat? It's because these foods collect abnormal amount of water in your body which leaves you dehydrated.

Drink herbal teas with drops of lemon in them. I highly recommend green and spearmint tea. Green tea speeds up your metabolism because of its high amount of caffeine, while spearmint tea helps with bloating and digestion.

(comment if you want a whole post about food)

Take care of your skin and hygiene

Makeup only covers the top layer of your face, it doesn't change how you actually look. People think that confidence and good looks come from skincare but your hygiene actually makes the biggest impact on how you feel about yourself.

I know that many people on here don't shower let alone wash their hair or brush their teeth, so stop lying to yourself. We all have these rough days, weeks, months and even years, but it's time to grow up. Good hygiene - especially oral hygiene, makes you loose weight faster. Eating disorder also damages your teeth. I hope I convinced your ass to get out of bed and brush your teeth now.

After personal hygiene there comes skincare and body care. Stop using acids especially on young skin, even if you are 30 do not use retinol and anti-aging products YOU DON'T NEED THEM ! It may seem like they are working but they just make your eyes believe that they work while they actually make your skin even worse. Stick to a simple routine:

Wash your face with face wash and cold water. This kills the bacteria and oils on the surface of your skin.

Ice your face. This depuffs your face making it appear slimmer. It also helps with reducing buckle fat and water in your face.

Use a gentle cream with oils in it. This won't trigger your skin and will heal it from the previous creams and skincare products that you used.

I also suggest wearing face masks 4-7 times a week, they can be homemade as well. You can make them from yoghurt, honey, coffee, flaxseeds etc...

Read romance, read literature, read your homework JUST READ!

There isn't anything better than reading to pass the time while you're fasting. You learn from books, you go to another world and escape from reality.

It is absolutely fine if you don't have the money to buy them, in today's economy books cost a lot. You can always join your school's or local library.

Reading just 15 minutes a day improves your brain which is really useful and important since ED ruins your brain. Reading can get rid of your brain fogs and help you concentrate better.

Move your body

We all know that moving your body can do wonders for weight loss even if you eat as much as you would normally.

Finding a hobby such as dancing or running makes the journey easier.

You have to be careful with choosing your hobby because they can transform your body completely. For an example: if you start playing volleyball everyday and start to get good at it you will gain muscle and your arms and thighs will get bigger, but if you start doing ballet your body will get smaller and slimmer in general.

If you want a ballerina body but can't do ballet, do pilates. Pilates exercises are similar to ballet exercises. I also recommend slow pilates to people who are not active at all but want to build strength and get more active.

Walking is a wonderful and easy exercise that burns many calories in a short period of time. I think that walking is the easiest exercise there is to lose weight.

Meditate. This will help you collect your mind and thoughts. Meditate before bed to get a goodnight sleep. Sleeping 8 or more hours a night amazingly makes it easier for you to lose weight.

I hope you like this post, comment for more ideas!

[backwardswalks]

the passenger - screening and q&a with carter smith | horrorigins fest 9/28/24

so there was a screening of the passenger at horrorigins fest in tucson, az over this weekend that had a theater screening of the passenger and then a live q&a with carter smith afterward!

there were some really good questions and there's some video on horrorigins instagram (here and here, they haven't posted a full but i know there were several people recording and the festival is ongoing through today so they may post full video later) but some highlights:

he reiterated a lot of things that he's said in interviews about the script (so i won't go into detail about that)

he talked about his background at FIT and how benson's wardrobe was extremely intentionally chosen, and that the costume designer wanted to kill him bc the exact shade of his cardigan took three times to dye to get it right, it's also acrylic and very itchy (he has one too lmao)

he said that he gave johnny and kyle freedom to improvise on the script as much as they needed/wanted but that for the most part they stuck to it

burgers burgers burgers was a convenience store that they cleaned out and the stuffed animal place was in an actual empty mall that was "abandoned" (he mentioned there were like 7 empty malls they could have used, this one was completely empty so they didn't have to shut it down but idk if it was abandoned in the traditional sense)

he talked about the close ups and how much he loved kyle and johnny's faces and how he could shoot the whole thing in close up

the script was originally called "Randolph Bradley" which he did like but marketing didn't think would grab people and he also likes The Passenger for the movie they ended up making

i wish they had given the audience members mics when they asked their questions bc i'm watching the recording back to make sure i don't misquote something so i can't really hear some of the questions :( they also didn't upload the whole thing as of yet so the rest of this isn't verbatim but:

he agrees that at its core its a love story! when i asked my question i said "i wanted to touch on the love story comment from earlier" (bc someone else briefly mentioned it before asking a diff question) and he was like "i ALSO want to talk about the love story more!!" and was very excited that i brought up that "there's obviously a queer undertone to the film" and he just talked about what he saw in the script and how that came about, again said that jack stanley was like there's no romance but carter was like ummm anyway

he said that "this was the best thing to happen to either of them" (randy and benson) and agreed with someone who had described them as two sides of the same coin

he said that blumhouse also wanted them to lean into the weird romance aspect of it (or were okay with it), kyle was incredibly down to lean into the weird romance and was like "can we make it MORE gay"

afterward the fest went to a bar and mostly everyone went! so we actually got to hang out with carter just me and my friend and we talked a little bit more about the film and just other movies that he's enjoyed, we talked about his weekly newsletter, just random stuff like that. some highlights of that:

he said that kyle was all in on the queer undertone and was like can i touch johnny MORE

he said that there is a scene where benson touches randy again in a way that is similar in vibe to the scene in the mall parking lot where he touches his neck/wipes his tears but that they ended up cutting it because he (Carter) felt like it would undermine the emotional impact of that particular touch! he didn't expand on what the touch was or where exactly it went (he said it was after the teacher but didn't specify if it was after shepherd or mrs beard but i imagine he meant shepherd)

carter said that he would absolutely do a full up and down queer movie with kyle (if it was ever the right fit rather than writing a role for that reason)

it was really great and so interesting to hear his thoughts on the film and on filmmaking as a whole! he is really friendly and super nice and really knowledgeable. he had so much good stuff to say about the industry and he couldn't get enough of praising johnny and kyle both for their performances (rightly so) and what a good time he had making the movie.

bonus:

carter was kind enough to sign my poster (which he reposted the picture of on instagram). (i go into more detail about this event and stuff here) he also gleefully took photos of the saint randy and saint benson candles i made (because i am insane) and said he was going to send them to johnny and kyle because they would love them. kyle also reposted the picture of me and my friend the festival posted of us with the candles so now i am just dryheaving in my room. <3

anyway! support your local film festivals!! without horrorigns this wouldn't have been possible so support local and indie filmmakers and local and independent film festivals! <33

[icyg4l]

Who Is Your Next Crush?

Hello beautiful people, I am back with a new tarot reading! From now on, you can expect me to post 2-3x every week unless said otherwise. I also am open for readings so if you would like one, please don’t be afraid to book with me. Privately message me if you have any questions! Please refer to my guidelines if you are interested in a reading. Without further ado, please select the pile that resonates with you!

Pile One: "You fit the criteria" is what I heard as I was shuffling. It feels like you do not have a specific type. You're someone who just likes "hot people." But this person is about to rock your world. There's something about you that has gone unexplored. This person will help you explore what you truly desire. I feel like you and this person have a lot of support outside of the relationship between you and them. Everyone ships you two together. This person is either a fire or water sign. They're tall and could play sports or be into drawing. I am channeling the energy of Troy and Gabriella. If you're still in high school, this may be your high school sweetheart. If not, then you may be in the midst of a transitional period where you're still figuring it out. This person will see you go through lots of changes and phases for as long as they're in your life. Your person looks really good in yellow. They have a liking for vegetables, could potentially be vegan/vegetarian. It feels like this person is someone that is very practical. They like structure and routine, but they're always down to have a good time. Now, you could be suspicious or nervous about what this connection brings to you. This feels like both a physical and an emotional connection. However, it all depends on the vibes that you give off. Do you want to be in a relationship or do you want to just mess around? It's all up to you. Don't be shy/scared. Be bold.

Cards Used: Princess of Cups, The Tower, King of Wands, 4 of Discs, 8 of Discs, Death, 6 of Discs, Strength

Pile Two: This person is very attractive, Pile Two. I feel like your person has Capricorn, Aquarius or Pisces placements. They are very blessed down there. They also have a nice ass. But the thing about them is that they come off as emotionally distant. To you, this could come off as mixed signals. They could come from a family that did not allow them to show affection of any form. But they do have money and beauty which is what will draw you to them. Thus person could come off as reckless or anxious. They may be unsure of what it is that they want. They could possibly have an injury or some type of disability (i.e. on crutches, wheelchair, arm sling, etc). It feels like this person is going through something at the moment. This person values their money a lot. They could have 2H placements. This person could also be a public speaker, a rapper or singer. I heard "protecting the assets." This person is someone that doesn't have many friends, but they are very close to their mother. They value her opinion a lot. Lastly, you and this person will not be in each other's lives for long. You shouldn't try to tie yourself down at this time. Explore your options. If you spot a red flag, move along. There's a lot more people who deserve your time and attention.

Cards Used: 5 of Cups, Ace of Discs, The Empress (RX), Queen of Cups (RX), 9 of Swords, 10 of Cups (RX), 4 of Wands,

Pile Three: If you've been noticing that someone from the past looks a little too good, then just know it's time to spin again. This person could be going through their Venus return right now. I feel like this could be someone that you planned a future with, or you imagined a future with them. There is some form of rejection with them. You guys could have different values/goals. This person is very future/goal-oriented. They do not like short-term relationships/flings, it bothers them deeply, lol. They fear their time being wasted, so if you see them being prideful or reluctant is because they are scared. They've been doing a lot of shadow work surrounding commitment in relationships & it's been reflecting in their behaviors/looks. In other words, the inner work is reflecting on the outside! This person is a hard worker could come off as a bit uptight but they can be very playful once they feel comfortable around you. I am getting Virgo/Saturn energy heavy with this person. I feel that you will end up with this person, but it will be a slow burn. It's not that they don't like you. They just have issues trusting people, but once you gain their trust, you will have cracked the code!

Cards Used: 5 of Swords, 10 of Cups, Prince of Discs, The Magician, 9 of Cups, 10 of Cups, Queen of Cups, Judgment, The Hierophant, 5 of Cups, King of Cups, King of Discs, 9 of Swords.

[solxamber]

Hello! I saw your fic(?) On the reader being similar to the white rabbit!

So I had a similar idea but with absolem the caterpillar from Alice in wonderland. With heartslabyul, octavinelle and pomefiore (added on maybe chenya ?). Basically the reader is a 2nd year and is a very cocky person when it comes to things like subjects they get high scores in along with having bad anger issues? This is just an idea I have at the top of my head 😅 I also don't make requests often if that was clear lol.

Thank you if reading my request ! :)

It's been so long since I read Alice in Wonderland but I hope this is what you wanted <3

Absolem! Reader with Heartslabyul, Octavinelle and Pomefiore + Che'nya

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle Rosehearts had no idea how to handle you. On one hand, you were technically a model student—when you weren’t terrorizing everyone with your arrogance, that is. On the other hand, your cocky attitude made his eye twitch like he was seconds away from writing up a whole new rule just for your ego.

“You may have gotten the highest score in Alchemy,” Riddle said stiffly, his hands clenched behind his back like he was bracing himself for an incoming tidal wave of sass, “but that does not excuse you from following protocol during experiments!"

You leaned back in your chair, all smug grin and half-lidded eyes. “Oh, Riddle, Riddle, Riddle. If I followed your ‘protocol,’ we’d still be stuck trying to figure out how to transmute lead into potatoes.”

His face flushed as red as a rose. “That is not the point!”

“I’m just saying,” you replied with a shrug, “your rules are cute, but some of us prefer actual results.”

There was a long, tension-filled silence. Then, Riddle’s lips twitched, and you could almost hear his brain rewriting Rule 392: No Sassing The Dorm Leader.

Trey Clover

If Trey had a talent, it was the ability to defuse a situation with nothing more than a laid-back smile and a soft-spoken word or two. But when it came to your outbursts, even Trey occasionally had to roll up his sleeves.

“You’re getting pretty fired up over here, huh?” Trey said, folding his arms and giving you that calm, big-brother smile.

You narrowed your eyes. “They just don’t get it, Trey. If they’d actually listen to me, we’d be done with these stupid group projects in half the time.”

Trey hummed, still as placid as ever. “Maybe. Or maybe they just don’t appreciate being called ‘incompetent cabbage heads’ every time they mess up.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t call them that this time.”

“Oh, my mistake. That was last week.” Trey chuckled, grabbing a cupcake from a tray. “Anyway, maybe you should try a new approach. Like, I don’t know... baking?”

You squinted at him suspiciously. “Is this another one of your ‘therapy via baked goods’ attempts? Because the last time I tried, Cater put the whole thing on Magicam, and I’m still seeing memes about ‘exploding tarts.’”

Trey just smiled knowingly. “Everyone’s gotta start somewhere.”

Cater Diamond

“#MoodSwings, am I right?”

Cater had this incredible (and incredibly annoying) ability to pop up just when you were about to lose it. Today was no different. You were fuming over some insignificant thing someone said in class, and right when you were about to explode, there he was, phone at the ready.

“I swear, if you tag me in another one of your posts—” you started, but he was already snapping pics, duck-lip selfie style.

“Whoa, chill, bestie! It’s not my fault you’ve got that ‘rage extrodinaire’ aesthetic. The followers eat it up. Seriously, you should start a channel. #CaterToYourAnger.”

You glared. “I’d start with a video called ��How to Get Away with Smashing Cater’s Phone.’”

Cater grinned, absolutely unfazed. “Aww, love you too, cupcake. Just think of all the likes we’d get!”

Ace Trappola

Ace? Oh, Ace lived to rile you up. He thrived on it like a plant soaking in the sun.

“So,” he said, leaning back against the wall with a smug grin, “I heard you were bragging about your Potions grade again. Shocking.”

You glared daggers at him. “I don’t have to brag. The results speak for themselves. Unlike your grades, which are probably hiding in the shadow of your last failed test.”

“Oof, that’s cold. You sure you’re not secretly studying Ice Magic?” Ace shot back, raising an eyebrow. “You know, all that boasting is just you overcompensating for something. Like, maybe you’re secretly terrible at everything else?”

Your temper flared instantly, and you stepped closer, ready to unleash your wrath. “Say that again, and I’ll show you what happens when—”

“Oh, hold on—Deuce! Hey, Deuce!” Ace shouted, and before you could lay into him, Deuce was running over, looking confused and ready to brawl for no reason.

“Are we fighting? We’re fighting, right?” Deuce asked, fists already up.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Deuce, no one’s fighting.”

“Yet,” Ace muttered with a wink, and you had to resist the urge to scream.

Deuce Spade

Deuce tried. He really did. But no matter how hard he tried to match your fiery personality, he just couldn’t seem to get it quite right.

“You know, I’ve been practicing too,” Deuce said one day, puffing out his chest like he was about to impress you. “I’m getting better at Transfiguration!”

You blinked. “Really? Didn’t you turn someone’s textbook into a chicken by accident last week?”

Deuce’s face turned red. “I-It wasn’t a chicken! It was... okay, maybe it was a chicken, but I’m improving!”

“Sure you are,” you teased, crossing your arms. “I bet your next experiment will turn the whole dorm into a petting zoo.”

Deuce stared at you for a moment, clearly weighing his options. “...That would actually be kinda cool.”

You facepalmed. “Deuce, please.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul wasn’t intimidated by your cockiness. No, in fact, he saw it as something to be... monetized. Because why not take that overblown confidence of yours and turn it into something profitable for the Mostro Lounge?

“You could be quite the business partner,” Azul remarked, smiling slyly from across his desk. “With your top grades and undeniable talent, I’m sure students would pay handsomely for tutoring sessions.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What’s the catch?”

Azul feigned innocence. “Catch? Why, there’s no catch at all. Just a little... arrangement. I take a modest percentage of the profits, and in return, you gain access to the resources of the Mostro Lounge. Think of it as... a mutually beneficial partnership.”

You tilted your head. “So basically, I do all the work, and you skim off the top?”

Azul’s grin widened. “A shrewd observation, but I prefer the term strategic partnership.”

Jade Leech

Jade, on the other hand, was a master of subtlety. He didn’t confront you head-on like the others did. No, Jade had this unnerving way of quietly watching you, like a predator biding its time.

“Your temper is quite fascinating,” Jade remarked one day, his eerie smile never faltering.

You crossed your arms defensively. “Fascinating how?"

“Oh, just the way it flares up so quickly. It’s almost... predictable.” He tilted his head slightly. “I wonder, how well do you control it in dangerous situations?”

“Why, are you planning to test me or something?” you asked warily, already regretting the question.

Jade chuckled softly. “Oh no, nothing of the sort. I’m merely... observing. You’re quite the specimen, after all.”

You shuddered. “Please stop talking like I’m some kind of lab rat.”

Floyd Leech

Floyd, on the other hand, lived to push your buttons. He loved it when you lost your cool because it meant you were interesting. And Floyd? He thrived on interesting.

“Oi, Shrimpy!” Floyd’s voice echoed across the lounge as he slung an arm around your shoulders. “Heard you got top marks again. Big shot, huh?”

You side-eyed him. “Don’t call me Shrimpy.”

“Awww, but I like it!” he whined, pouting dramatically. “You get all mad when I do it. It’s fun! Do it again! Get mad!”

You groaned. “Why are you like this?”

Floyd grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming. “Why not? It’s more fun to watch you blow a gasket. Maybe I’ll squeeze ya real good next time you freak out.”

You shook him off. “No thanks, I’d rather not have my ribs crushed.”

“Awww, but that’s the best part!”

Vil Schoenheit

Vil couldn’t stand your cocky attitude. Mostly because he couldn’t stand anything that was less than perfection—and in his eyes, you were far from it.

“Such arrogance,” Vil remarked, inspecting his reflection in a compact mirror as you ranted about how no one appreciated your brilliance. “It’s one thing to be talented, but it’s another thing entirely to lack grace.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please. Like you’ve never been confident in your own abilities.”

Vil snapped the compact shut, finally looking at you with a sharp, withering gaze. “Confidence is one thing. Vulgarity is is another.” He raised an eyebrow, his perfect lips curving in a condescending smile. “And darling, you’re teetering dangerously close to the latter.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “I’m just saying, if everyone else could keep up with me, maybe I wouldn’t have to be this way.”

Vil waved a hand dismissively. “Keep up with you? I highly doubt that. There’s a fine line between confidence and crudeness, and you’ve trampled right over it in those worn-out boots of yours.”

You glanced down at your boots, scowling. “Hey! My boots are perfectly fine!”

Vil gave you a once-over, a pitying sigh slipping from his lips. “I could recommend a stylist, but I doubt even the best could save you from that attitude of yours."

Rook Hunt

If there was anyone who found your fiery personality endlessly amusing, it was Rook. The man seemed to delight in your temper tantrums, treating them like some kind of grand performance.

“Oh, what a magnifique display of passion!” Rook exclaimed one afternoon, after you’d shouted at some poor first-year for knocking into you. “Your fire burns so brightly, it is a wonder you do not set the very air ablaze!”

You glared at him, still fuming. “I’m not trying to entertain you, Rook.”

“But you do! Oh, you do!” Rook clapped his hands together, his eyes shining with admiration. “To witness such raw emotion—it is truly a gift. You are like a tempest, sweeping all in your path.”

“Pretty sure that’s just a fancy way of saying I’m a walking disaster.”

“Non, non, non!” Rook laughed, shaking his head. “You are a force of nature, one that cannot be tamed! To tame such a spirit would be a crime against beauty itself!”

You blinked at him, unsure whether to be flattered or concerned. “Okay, sure. Whatever makes you happy, Rook.”

Epel Felmier

Epel had mixed feelings about you. On one hand, he admired your guts—your temper was something to be feared, and Epel respected that. On the other hand, you were annoying.

“You know, just ‘cause you’re good at Magic History doesn’t mean you gotta rub it in everyone’s face,” Epel grumbled one day after you’d corrected him in class. “Ain’t nobody here tryin’ to hear that.”

You leaned against the desk, a smug grin on your face. “It’s not my fault you can’t keep up. Maybe if you spent more time studying and less time trying to look tough, you’d have better grades.”

Epel’s face turned red. “I am tough! And if you say somethin’ like that again, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” You raised an eyebrow, daring him to continue.

Epel gritted his teeth, fists clenched at his sides. “I’ll... I’ll... kick your butt in PE next time!”

You snorted. “Sure, Epel. Let me know how that goes.”

He muttered something under his breath, probably swearing revenge in the form of some country-style wrestling move, but you were already too busy planning your next academic triumph to care.

Che'nya

Of course, Che’nya didn’t mind your attitude at all. In fact, he found it downright entertaining. He’d pop up at the most inconvenient moments, grinning that mischievous grin of his and waiting for you to lose your cool.

“Nyah~ Why so serious, Y/N?” Che’nya’s voice floated down from seemingly nowhere. “All that steam comin’ outta your ears can’t be good for your health.”

You looked up, scowling as you spotted him lounging in a tree, that trademark grin never leaving his face. “What do you want, Che’nya?”

He tilted his head, blinking innocently. “Just wonderin’ if you were plannin’ to blow a gasket today. I’ve got a front-row seat!"

“Get down here before I make you,” you snapped.

“Oooh, feisty! You know, it’s a good thing you’re not in Wonderland.” He chuckled, disappearing and reappearing right beside you. “You’d fit right in with all the wild tempers down there.”

You rolled your eyes. “And you’d fit right in with the pests.”

Che’nya laughed, not the least bit offended. “Nyah~ You say the sweetest things! See ya around, Hothead.”

And with that, he disappeared again, leaving you to stew in your own frustration. Typical Che’nya.

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Atmakaraka: Significator of the Soul

Atmakaraka is your happiness. Atmakaraka planet is responsible for your soul's journey. You can find your end goal ( salvation) and your highest desire through your Atmakaraka planet. You need to behave like the Atmakaraka planet in order to reach your end goal of the life.

If your Atmakaraka planet is afflicted really bad then it can give death related to it's elements.

Saturn as Atmakaraka

The person need to work hard in life. Penance all their life. The person will work hard like a servant does. Need to take responsibility in life at an early age could be due to their own problems or wishes or some life circumstances. A great example for Saturn as Atmakaraka is BTS Jungkook. From the small age of 15 he started his journey as a musician and dancer for which he worked as hard as he could. You can check my youtube video on Jungkook linked in the masterlist to learn more. The person have a slowness in their life which can make them irritated as Saturn is the slow moving planet therefore affecting the person's life. They'll struggle alot and keep getting confused but get success in life. The person will always choose consistency over exponential development as Saturn is Justice, Consistency, Discipline, Service following same routine for years. And this may sound boring to some people but not for people having Saturn as Atmakaraka. They'll go for permanent over temporarily things. They don't like change. The Mountains represents Saturn they never change remain same for years and years. So they're like a Mountain 🏔️. Saturn will give you permanent things over temporary. They'll face problems and difficulties from Boss or upper management level. These people are very empathetic. They cannot take disrespect and injustice. Again recently Jungkook posted about NJ that artists are not at fault. I saw on X formerly twitter For old army's who know that 1 time a rich family visited BTS backstage and disrespected the members in order to take pics and sign from them and Jungkook angrily left the room as he couldn't take the disrespect which they showed towards the members. Saturn Atmakaraka people tend to judge other people. They face alot of sufferings in a period of life. They're able to understand the public / masses really well. They face problems with loneliness.

Sun as Atmakaraka

If you have Sun as Atmakaraka then you are dominant and have a king like nature. You are natural born leader. If your sun is in debilated position then you may face problems related to leadership roles. You'll show yourselves as boss. People themselves will feel that you are a Boss. If placed in exalted and good condition then you'll become a good leader. You are very confident and very powerful. You know how to work. The only problem is ego and pride. You may face problems wherever Saturn is located in your chart. You have good individuality. You know you are value and your worth. You don't under sale yourself. You would like to become your own boss. You always help people and never say no to their help. You do donations. You'll shine like a Sun 🌞 due to which people will always look at you like a king, boss, leader which can give problems too in life. You'll have few friends as you won't be able to set mindset with people the unique one. You'll face up and downs with your relationship with father always. You have a strong karmic relationship with father. Your father is your most important figure in the life.

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I have this fanfiction idea for times when my English will become acceptable: (it was in my drafts for months and tbh if I didn't post it today like this, with mistakes and stupid parts, I wouldn't have posted it at all, so, sorry ig)

Book 1: The war

How it all started

Let's make Azulon not madly-evil, but just regular-size-evil: he didn't plan to kill Zuko, because it's a stupid idea to get rid of your possible heir, he just wanted to take a son from Ozai - so he decided to make Zuko Iroh's heir, de facto making him Iroh's son (let's not focus on formality, just assume that you can switch your fathers if you are highborn enough)

(Zuko's life isn't in danger, so Ursa doesn't kill Azulon and he'll be ruling at least to the end of that book)

It may seem a great idea (especially in comparison with killing Zuko) but we can't forget that Iroh just lost a son and is still in grief, absolutely not ready to take care of another kid. He still needs to learn how to find a new path and calm his spirit and now he needs to do it with Zuko around him.

Iroh decides to take Zuko with him for his journey - Azulon approves this, seeing his son (and heir) needs to learn how to live after losing Lu Ten and thinking that Iroh may finally teach Zuko some actual fire bending

"I do not want to want to leave, Azula. I'm sorry, little sister."

"Whatever, Zuzu. At least you won't be distracting me from my lessons. Finally, something good comes from this whole fuss around you."

(In fact, she's not happy. Not at all)

______

At this point, Iroh is not yet the nice old man you know from ATLA. He's a broken man, trying to find a purpose in his life, triggered by Zuko's alikeness to Lu Ten and tired of being imposed on things like taking care of a teenager.

He's not Ozai, he's not cruel or even just bad, he just can't force himself to care.

They don't really talk, only sometimes to establish a plan for their further journey. The worst moments are when Iroh calls Zuko Lu Ten's name and then suddenly stops, looking at him in shock. After that kind of incidents, they stay silent for days.

Zuko starts to blame himself for being, well, alive, when his much better cousin is dead. He convinces himself it would be better if he died and Lu Ten lived.

Zuko spends most of his time alone. He hates making Iroh sad and upset so he chooses to stay away. He doesn't know what this all thing with White Lotus, he just likes the idea of his uncle/formal-dad having friends.

Yet, they travel all around the world and for the first time in his life Zuko sees what sharing progress and civilization by Fire Nation looks like. And he doesn't like that.

He's still loyal to his family, so he doesn't believe that his grandfather knows what is happening.

He decides that he needs to make a proper report (soul of writer, ya know).

He makes notes and talks with people, even if he hates how awkward it is. He believes that it's necessary to help them.

I think it's a wonderful idea to see Zuko interviewing - I mean, investigating-

Zuko's raport list - random traders complaining about the difficulty of staying afloat, - migrants who are fleeing war or have lost their homes to fighting, prisoners of war (this doesn't go down too well, thank goodness Zuko is still a kid and his passion seems adorable so no one kills him), - strange ladies in nice outfits who are paid by horrible men for no one knows what, - malnourished scarred soldiers of the Fire Nation, - children of the Earth Kingdom who teach him their stupid game (once he understood the rules, it wasn't THAT stupid, but still), - crazy old ladies, who won't stop pinching his cheeks, - a young girl with a scar on her face who didn't want to tell him much, but Zuko knew what accidental burns looked like and this wasn't one of them, - a group of artists whose theatre burned down after they refused to perform plays approved by the Fire Nation authorities, - a mother who asks him if he knows what happened to her son who was an earth bender and one day. .. just didn't come home

But we all know that Zuko always prefered to act than think. Pretty often Sometimes he disappears for a night. With him disappears an old, theatre mask.

Son came home and left with his mom. Someone left some gold for the soldiers to buy food. Someone bought the most useless things from traders. Someone left burn ointment made by someone who must have grown up surrounded by fire, on the doorstep of the poor girl. And many other, strange things happened.

Of course no one suspects anything or anyone. Trust me. Not a single soul.

______

Zuko is still training but can't even be angry enough to make a big fire. He's just frustrated and that makes him choke with smoke more than anything.

But with every other day, he feels worse. He gets letters from Azula who started to receive more attention from their mother since Zuko was away. When Ozai's influence is limited, she becomes a little more normal. She's still sharp as a knife and dangerous, but feeling loved by both her parents (even if Oazi is more focused on trying to control her and transform her into a weapon) decreases her psychopathic behaviour.

"Mom asked me to take care of your stupid turtle ducks, dum dum"

She thinks he will be happy hearing that she spends time with their mom, and Zuko, honestly, is happy. It's just-

"Am I even still her son since I'm Uncle Iroh's heir?"

-where is his place now?

For the first time in days, he feels an actual rage. And just like this, his fire bending becomes hundreds of times better, even unhinged and dangerous.

Iroh sees this while coming back from meditation (or whatever) and in a second feels that something is wrong.

He reaches out to Zuko, offering him some advice and lessons, but Zuko, a 13-year-old, harmfully lonely and practically neglected at this point prince, can't hold back anymore:

"YOU WANT TO TEACH ME AFTER MONTHS OF IGNORING ME? YOU'RE JUST LIKE FATHER, HE LOOKS AT US ONLY WHEN WE ARE ABOVE EVERYONE ELSE! WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ME WHEN I COULD NOT HOLD A LITTLE FLAME IN MY HANDS? I DON'T NEED YOUR STUPID ADVICE NOW! YOU WEREN'T THAT WISE WHEN YOU LOST BA SING SE AND GOT LU TEN KILLED"

Iroh sters at him calmly for a few seconds.

"You are right. I wasn't. I'm trying to do better. If you change your mind about training, you know where to find me."

Zuko comes to his Uncle by night.

They don't really train. They drink tea instead.

And it becomes a habit.

After a few days, they start to actually train.

They need to breathe a lot. It's too much for Zuko, but Iroh is rather stubborn about this one.

After a few weeks, for the first time in his life, Zuko feels that fire bending is soothing and just pleasant. It feels like home.

It can't last forever. Of course.

______

They stayed for a long time in the Earth Kingdom. One day Zuko sees Ba Sing Se and vast fields of previous battles, trampled, dry land and piles of burnt bodies.

It's not the work of some mad general or bunch of scared soldiers fighting for their lives. It's his chubby nice tea-loving uncle's work. This is not an accident, an accidental casualty of war. They are the pride of the Fire Nation. This is their honour. This is their civilisation and progress.

That's what his family is doing to the world. Purposely.

Something is breaking inside him. Thoughts of mourning for Lu Ten. No one has ever mentioned all those bodies, the people who died here too. His uncle, his good uncle, his father, the pride of his Nation, only cried over his son. He never even hesitated to burn to a crisp anyone who defended his home. Against them.

Zuko isn't very smart, as we know. He screams a lot at Iroh. And then he leaves.

He thinks to himself, that Lu Ten, who actually fought in those battles would understand that it was wrong. But Lu Ten would also know what to do about it.

He wanders for days, trying to avoid people, untill

He crushes into something.

"Why are you running, flame-boy? Your pants are on fire?" *wild laugh*

And this is how Prince Zuko met Lady Toph Beifong.

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Moon Conjunct Venus + Moon Trine Ascendant Synastry Based on My Personal Experiences 🔞

This may not resonate for everyone, so if it doesn't hit, please let it miss. There are 18+ topics included this so minors, do not interact. 🔞

Their Moon conjunct your Venus

This aspect is wonderful if you're both feeling each other. They can and will read you like a book without even needing to turn the first page. If you've ever seen or been in one of those couples where the one person knew exactly what the other one wanted or needed, without ever discussing it, even once? Yeah, those are the vibes here. You will be loved exactly the way you want to be loved and if things don't work out, there is a good chance the breakup could leave you feeling destroyed for quite some time, even if you were never in a relationship.

This aspect can make it very difficult to be "just friends" with if either person wants more from the connection, but even platonic friends with this synastry aspect will be the kind of friend that you give the spare keys to, can call at 4 in the morning whether for an emergency or just to sob about something stupid, and who you allow to come over without calling first-in fact you welcome it and aren't surprised to come home and find them asleep on the couch or something like that. Like this is the friend that you're more like family with, if you're not in a romantic connection.

If you ever get in a mood and start talking about "everyone this" and "people always/never that," they aren't offended because it doesn't even cross their mind to think they're included in that pile. There is no guarantee that things will always be perfect or work out with this placement, obviously it depends on factors in the whole chart and other things like time, place, circumstance, and so on. And of course, anyone who can read you accurately has the ability to use that to manipulate and harm rather than help and support you, but that's a risk of life in general. All I'm saying is: with this aspect, when it's good, it's DAMN GOOD.

To give you an example, I had this synastry with a Scorpio moon several years ago (I'm a Scorpio Venus). We met at an event and hit it off so well that we were talking outside the venue for nearly 4 hours, annoying his friends and mine. Ended up bringing him home with me and I fully expected him to disappear into a cloud of dust the next day, but he didn't. We didn't end up working out beyond friends with benefits, but he's NEVER been rude or unkind to me once. Extremely patient, always calm no matter what and very sweet to me whenever we run into each other somewhere in the city every couple of years.

The way he handled me emotionally was just beautiful, I can't think of another way to put it. Most of my friends at the time would ignore anything I did creatively - not him, he found one of my books and posted it on his story with a cute caption saying how much he loved intelligence and that he was proud of me. The type to show up in the rain and keep me company when I was sick (back when I lived alone), even though he had class, work and practice all that day. The first time we hooked up, I was getting my laundry together and wondering why he hadn't left yet. He picked up the bags talking about, "Nah I got 'em, lead the way to the laundromat, why would I leave you to do this by yourself."

TMI / TW (mentions of sexual activities, body fluids, menstruation/periods) so again, minors, get out of here and the rest of you proceed with caution or skip to the next paragraph.

He was very much empathetic and also body positive-absolutely nothing seemed to gross him out. I have so many examples, but let's go with something both extreme and spicy. I was bundled up, laying on his shoulder and trying to deal with menstrual cramps while we were watching a show and him going, "Oh you know I read somewhere that orgasms can ease those, may I?" I'm there like, may you what? sure?? I'm curious?? Next thing I know, he's got a towel down, yeets the tampon and dives in head first talking about "a period ain't stop nothing but a sentence." And, well? All I'll say is.. at least ONE man knows where the clit is! ibuprofen, who? where? 😂😈

Obviously that's a bit much if you're a vanilla type (but a Scorpio moon + Scorpio venus? baby we was freaks, what can I say? lmfao) but this is just an example I mention because the important part is not once did he bring up getting off himself. No hinting for a quickie or a BJ like you might expect. I even offered because I was used to guys doing seemingly selfless gestures only to be guilt-tripped shortly after, and he was just like, "Sorry, what? No, you're not feeling well, I wanted you to feel better, plus I don't need to get off all the time, I read it's healthy to ignore the urges sometimes." (Idk if you could tell, but he REALLY likes to read, loll).

That's what I'm talking about with the Moon-Venus conjunction. This kind of synastry will vary in the specific ways it's expressed of course, but all other things being equal, someone with their moon conjunct your venus will intuitively know what you want and need to feel loved, and it works because it blends very well with their own emotional needs. If the moon person tells you they enjoy doing something for you or with you without expecting anything in return, believe it. It sounds like a lie because of the types of people who would lie about that, but with this aspect, chances are they meant that shit.

Not only that, but you'll feel like you've known them for a long time. That's because you'll also understand their emotional expression on an intuitive level. This isn't as one-way as it could sound. Oh, no, not at all. You will feel like you've met before and find yourself making time and space, and finding energy for them even out of thin air. You could live in a tiny studio that you'd never share with anyone and then find yourself cleaning out your closet on a Sunday afternoon to "make a little space" for their extra work uniform or even as tiny as keeping an extra toothbrush, clearing a hook in the bathroom, keeping their favorite snacks in the fridge, stuff like that. You'll generally feel at home with each other and trust can build VERY quickly. Others could even wonder if you're okay, especially if you're normally a paranoid person.

With Scorpio moon guy, he accidentally left his wallet the first time he left my place and I called him when I found it. His response was "Oh I left it at yours? Oh good, that's okay then, I'll come get it at some point this week, let me know what days you'll be home". He knew me for less than 24 hours at the time, lol. 3 months later he had the door code to my place and there were two toothbrushes and two towels instead of one LOL, trust was never an issue and it certainly wasn't the reason we didn't work out either! We basically just couldn't really keep pace with each other because... we had a 6 year age gap. Completely different life stages. I have a feeling if we both were a lot older, it would have worked out. Literally nothing else was wrong with us.

Now, that was with me being the Venus (and Ascendant-see below) person. I'll be honest, as a Capricorn moon, I'm curious about how it would be if I meet a Capricorn venus romantically. I wonder how that would play out all the time, and I think I'll let that remain a mystery until it happens, then I'll hopefully still be blogging then and come back and tell yall about that too. THAT BEING SAID... I do have this aspect (as the moon person this time) with a platonic Capricorn venus friend I had for nearly 13 years. We would literally be in each other's houses (and hair and business lol) all the time. We had yearly festivals we always went to together, talked almost everyday, knew how each other was feeling before the other one would even say anything. Mopped each other up off the floor when going through shit. She punched a guy I was dating who cheated on me, and I introduced her to a mutual friend who I thought she might like to date, and then cussed the hell out of him when he didn't pull his weight like I thought he would. Things like that.

The friendship ended nearly 7 years ago but I miss her every day. I remember what happened, but in hindsight, it seems so foolish now and I miss her every single day. We would have been friends for 20 years by now and I don't have a lot of regrets in life, but that is one of them. She hurt me but I handled it so poorly both before and after she reached out to talk that it just destroyed the entire foundation of our friendship. I haven't even tried to get over it because I don't want to. To me, that would be just disrespectful, I feel like it's something I need to carry with me as a reminder to do better next time. I'm sure you see by now that this is a quite an intense and dynamic placement!

Bonus Observation:

Moon Trine Ascendant Synastry

If someone with their moon conjunct your venus ALSO has their moon trine your ascendant, WHEW that is hot. Not only will the emotional connection be strong, but they will find everything about you on the outside just as enticing as the inside.

They genuinely enjoy the way you express yourself and can have a lot of patience for any shenanigans you might get up to. These people will watch you from across a crowded room all evening and suddenly appear by your side just before you leave to tell you they think you're attractive and want to get to know the rest of you beneath the surface. And it's rarely ever creepy. They'll know just how to approach you. I've had this synastry aspect a few times and it's always been like that. Genuinely charming. Perfect rizz.

This kind of synastry, as I said earlier, will leave you in absolute shambles if things don't work out, especially if you don't encounter this synastry often in your connections. Personally, I'd consider this one of those aspects where one or both of you can feel like the other was a soulmate, or "the one that got away," and end up being celibate or single (if romantic), or becoming asocial (if platonic) for a long time after splitting up. That or cycling through a series of awful relationship and friendship rebounds in an attempt to find them in another person.

Not too much on me for this, but there's a country song by Colt Fold that I'd loved for half a decade now called 4 Lane Gone. I'm sure there are other songs out there that would capture this better, but this is the one that stuck with me.

Something about the way this artist captures the feeling. Wistful, you can tell dude is acting strong, but knows damn well a good thing just got royally fucked up. Maybe I'm just melodramatic (I'm water dominant after all), but have a listen and see if you get what I'm talking about.

Idk. From my experiences with these aspects (been lucky enough to experience it with more than one person), I'd say it gives a pretty good idea of how either side could feel when it ends. Probably more so the Moon person, though, as they're likely to react like this to either a) being the one to end the relationship prematurely and regret it, or b) being blindsided by the Venus/Ascendant person up and leaving, and taking so long to process and recover from the shock, that by the time they chase after them...they're...well...four lanes gone. Lol.

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Been raining for three days

On the fast track to the highway

Trying to save a little time

Lord I never should have tried

Taking this back road shortcut

Now I’m way stuck, so sunk

I’ll never catch her now

So I just put the tailgate down

She’s probably somewhere doing 95

I got nothing but this cooler and time

[Chorus]

I cracked one waiting on a ride

Two or three just to pass the time

While she’s headed to a new town

And I’m too lost to be found

She probably thinks that I don’t care

Stuck in the rut in the middle of nowhere

And just my luck I’ll be here all night long

Man, I’m bummed out back road buzzed

And she’s four lane gone

Yeah she’s four lane gone

[Verse 2]

Every empty beer can makes me

Miss her like hell, man I can kick myself

For the place and the shape I’m in holding me back

Yeah my wheels keep on spinning

And she’s ticked off blacktop fast

[Chorus] x 1

[Bridge]

While I’m stuck here all alone

With a midnight natty light

One more chance I’ve blown

[Chorus] x 1

[Outro]

I’m out here all alone

Yeah she’s four lane gone

She’s four lane, four lane gone

Yeah she’s four lane gone

She’s four lane gone

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Now that there's an animated adaptation of Midnight Sun coming, and given the industry's recent track record (see: Minecraft Movie), what's the worst, bad faith, cash grab adaptation idea you can imagine? I figure if we inoculate ourselves then the reality won't suck so much.

My nightmare: Streaming has a long history of making shitty attempts at "adult animation", so we'll get an Edward who constantly cusses and does lewd jokes. It'll be like the HBO adult animated Velma (Scooby Doo) show where the writers' disdain for the characters fills every scene. The first episode will focus on how Carlisle helps plan a murder of some overly suspicious deputy so they can keep living in Forks.

Anyways, worst case theories? So we can feel better when it's not THAT bad? Or else use the apollo prophecy meme on your post a year or two from now.

My 'realistic' prediction

Twilight: The Edgy Animated Adult Series with Twelve Times More Drugs and Swearing

Oh man, yours is worse than mine. I mean this guessing the future business is a little silly in general, but I think that wouldn't happen as Twilight's not...

How do I put this?

Scooby Doo is a beloved, vintage, IP that's so well-known it's a part of American culture/Americana. It's in that weird place where it's acceptable to do edgy reboots of it because everyone already knows the premise of the Scooby gang, each individual character, the bad guys, and their mysteries.

You don't have to explain who any of the characters are supposed to be, so you get a "ah ha ha ha isn't it funny that Velma swears now?" because you know she's from a 1960's cartoon.

Twilight's not quite old enough for that and, at least in my opinion, not pervasive enough for that. It was a huge sensation, but was never as big as HP, and dominated only a subset of the YA audience (female-targeted YA romance). Ask a person off the street and the most they can probably, maybe, tell you is "sparkly vampires and Team Edward and Team Jacob". So, at best you get riffs like we saw when Twilight came out with the Simpsons and various other parodies where the parodies... really didn't know what to do with the characters or what it was even about. "Milhouse turns into a poodle, I guess? Is that funny? It's funny, right?"

Twilight just isn't old enough and as big as it was, I don't think was widespread enough.

So, I think we're going to get an earnest reboot.

But you do now have me concerned. And I may be eating my words later on this post and reblogging with a clown face.

Other Theories

Alright, let's see what we've got/what we can come up with:

Yours: HBO adult comedy horror fest

Mine: Boring, Snoozeville, Tame, Generically Arted Palatable Twilight that is Designed to Be as Appealing as Possible

Other options I can think of are...

Interview with a Vampirepalooza/Oh God I Don't Know What's Popular: given the recent success of Interview with a Vampire, an edgier adult story with adult characters, Netflix will look to make Twilight their exact own version of that. Except they won't understand what made it work there. We sexy it up but in a CW way, the kids are all still in high school but the fact that the Cullens are fucking each other is brought up relentlessly in an edgy way. The vampires all look hot, hot, hot but in a normal human way where you're not terrified they're some crystal robot out to eat your limbs. We'll keep some of the artsy weird dialogue, but Edward will be both somehow made more sympathetic (as he is the lead we end up with) and 'dark' where he's dangerous in a sexy way and not in a "you smell like my personal heroin way".

The Buffy Route: remember that one teen show from the 90's that was so good it spun off an entire genre of television that essentially hadn't existed before? Twilight becomes a fun teen oriented show where the characters say witty, fun, teenage-like things and get into episodic mysteries while somehow trying to remain in the realm of Twilight. Edward loses his edge, Bella loses her unrelatable nature, and we really play up every time a character has a funny line and write a lot more in there. Unfortunately, it's not a well written teen comedy show and so the lines are just generally bad and the plot never seems to go anywhere and it's just boring.

Hannibal the Twilight: some really artsy director gets involved and we now have a show where the symbolism of Edward walking around as a man-deer takes over the entire fucking thing. Nothing ever happens, Edward just shows up in Bella's dreams as a snarling man deer. When characters talk to each other, it's in artsy nonsense dialogue where it feels like both are reading 2000's era chatbot scripts to one another as they mix metaphors about ponies, china pottery, and dust motes. The plot is so non-existant the only important episodes to watch in a season are the premier and finale, except even then it's unclear what happened.

Audience Input

Anyone else got any wild guesses here?

[isfjmel-phleg]

@healerqueen asked:

I haven't been around long enough to hear you say all of it, so I'd like to hear it. I'm an uninitiated reader who hasn't read much Wodehouse. I haven't heard about Psmith as much as other Wodehouse. I'd like to know the basics and hear a pitch for why it's worth reading. I'd also like some tips for a first-time reader. Is it a good introduction to Wodehouse?

The Psmith series was my introduction to Wodehouse. These books may not be the most typical of Wodehouse's work in general, but the humor and characterization was enough to make me interested in reading more. I would consider the final book, Leave It to Psmith, as a good example of Wodehouse at his best. It's a light romance/heist story, with lots of convoluted plot twists and connections, witty language, and distinctive characterization.

Anyway, the Psmith series came out of a period when Wodehouse near the beginning of his writing career was moving away from the school stories that he had been writing for boys' magazines and toward writing for adults. The first Psmith book is the last and best of his school stories. Known most often as Mike and Psmith today, it was the sequel to a story serialized as Jackson Junior, about the schoolboy Mike Jackson, youngest of a family of cricketing brothers, and his struggles with school sports politics and his relationship with his next-oldest brother, who is less talented than him. You don't have to read this story to understand the Psmith series (there is a lot of cricket in it). All you need to know at the beginning of Mike and Psmith is that Mike Jackson is an excellent cricketer but a terrible student, so his father pulls him out of his school and sends him to a smaller, more academically focused school.

Where he meets Rupert Psmith, who has been sent there for similar reasons. Psmith is an immaculately-dressed, monocled teenager who adopts a world-weary air, has a distinctively grandiose style of speech, and has added a silent p to his surname to make it more dinstinguished. He also happens to be a brilliant social manipulator who can talk his way into and out of just about any situation. He and Mike hit it off at once, and the subsequent story is about their friendship as Psmith tries to get Mike out of scrapes and the both of them try to avoid the indignity of getting roped onto their hated new school's cricket team. Hilarity ensues.

The next book, Psmith in the City, involves Mike and Psmith having to work at a London bank instead of going to university as previously intended. Neither of them want to be there, so the story is about how they survive the ordeal (particularly Psmith's ongoing battle of wits with their tyrannical boss) and how Psmith ultimately gets them out of it. Very hilarious, but also poignant at times.

This was folllowed by Psmith, Journalist, in which Psmith joins Mike on a cricket tour of the US and, on a visit to New York City, manages to turn a magazine called Cosy Moments into a platform for exposing horrific living conditions in the tenements, which inadvertently gets him involved in a gang war. This is the weakest of the series, with some content that hasn't aged well and much less emphasis on Mike and Psmith's friendship (Mike is absent for much of it), but it contains some hilarious scenes, such as Psmith's trying to pass off Mike as a renowned cat expert to a hard-bitten gangster with a soft spot for cats.

These three all appeared in a British boys' magazine around 1908-10 and are set around that time. They were not published in America until much later, so when Wodehouse at the insistence of his daughter wrote a new Psmith story in 1923 to be serialized in an American publication, the Saturday Evening Post, he assumed that his audience would be unfamiliar with the character and wrote the story in a way that could work as a standalone, while still fitting in with the previous works. Leave It to Psmith is about how Psmith, having lost his father and the family fortune, is looking for employment as an alternative to working in his uncle's dreary fish business. He ends up getting hired to come to Blandings Castle in the guise of a terrible Canadian poet to steal a diamond necklace for reasons that will ultimately benefit the recently married Mike and his wife. It also turns out that the newly hired librarian at Blandings happens to be Eve Halliday, whom Psmith has decided he is in love with after he sees her caught in the rain and gives her an umbrella (...that doesn't belong to him. long story), and he jumps at the chance to be near her. The result is convoluted hilarity to an even greater degree than previous stories, with a happy ending. Psmith never appears in another Wodehouse story again.

I wrote a series of posts last year about why I like each book--Mike and Psmith; Psmith in the City; Psmith, Journalist; and Leave It to Psmith--if you'd like more about my personal affection for the series. They're not everyone's cup of tea, but they meant a lot to me during a difficult time in my life.

And you further asked:

I noticed a reference to Blandings Castle in the first page of the Psmith typeset you posted. Does Blandings appear in several of Wodehouses's books? Are the separate series interconnected?

Yes, Blandings Castle is a recurring location in Wodehouse's books. It crosses over with multiple of his series. Leave It to Psmith is the fourth Psmith book, but it is also the second Blandings Castle book, if that makes any sense. (You do not need to read Something New / Something Fresh to understand Leave It to Psmith, by the way.) The character Uncle Fred first appears in a non-Blandings short story but would become a recurring character in the series. None of the characters from the Jeeves series appear at Blandings, but both series do occur in the same fictional universe.

These are all the books in which Blandings Castle appears:

Something New / Something Fresh (1915) (the former is the original US edition, the latter signficantly revised for the UK)

Leave it to Psmith (1923)

Blandings Castle and Elsewhere (1935) (first six short stories, set between Leave It to Psmith and Summer Lightning)

Summer Lightning (1929)

Heavy Weather (1933)

Lord Emsworth and Others (1937) (short story: "The Crime Wave at Blandings")

Uncle Fred in the Springtime (1939)

Full Moon (1947)

Nothing Serious (1950) (short story: "Birth of a Salesman")

Pigs Have Wings (1952)

Service with a Smile (1961)

Galahad at Blandings (1965)

Plum Pie (1966) (short story: "Sticky Wicket at Blandings")

A Pelican at Blandings (1969)

Sunset at Blandings (1977) (unfinished after Wodehouse's death)

I consider the earlier stories (Something New through Uncle Fred in the Springtime) to be the best; the prose is particularly excellent and they seem less consciously formulaic than the later installments. But there are many people who enjoy the later books a lot too. It's a matter of taste.

[ethereal-writes]

Toy Jail (Ft. Lucifer and GN! MC)

Warnings: Romantic relationship

Length: 0.8k words

Genre: Fluff, slight hurt/comfort

A/N: Whoah! First fic in how long? What’s even more wild, I wrote this and am posting it on the same day! And even wilder? It’s Lucifer centric! I’m super excited to start posting again.

As always, if I’ve missed any warnings, please feel free to let me know! Enjoy!

-Ethereal (✿◡‿◡)

Story below, please don't claim as your own!

Lucifer sighed, hanging up his coat. He had finally made it back to the House of Lamentation after a long day of the usual nonsense.

The day had started off relatively calm. He’d spent the first part of his morning in your room, working on his paperwork. His own desk was entirely covered in papers he had yet to even start, so working there would have been virtually impossible. Besides, he didn’t mind spending time with you anyway.

Then it had all gone downhill. He’d been forced to intervene in his brother’s shenanigans once again when he started hearing explosions from the kitchen— they had been trying to follow a recipe exploding cheesecake. Seriously? Why had they thought that was a good idea in the first place?

After he’d dealt with that, Lord Diavolo contacted him, letting know he had some more work for him to pick up. So, off Lucifer had gone to pick it up. At least these papers wouldn’t need to be high on his priority list.

He arrived back home just in time to diffuse a massive brawl between Levi and Mammon. Something about Mammon selling off some of Levi’s figurines or posters or some…sort of anime paraphernalia that had nearly resulted in Levi summoning Lotan.

 By the time that had all been dealt with, he had just enough time to wrangle his brothers into looking vaguely presentable before shoving them all out the door in order to make it to the student council meeting.

Now he was home, exhausted, and he still hadn’t finished the damn papers he’d left on your desk. He made it to your door, knocking three times and waiting until he heard you call for him to come in.

You were sitting on your bed, doing the last few bits of homework you’d been assigned before the weekend. You offered him a smile. “Hey, how was your day?”

He hesitated at your slightly off tone but decided he didn’t have the energy to figure it out right now. “Very long, my love. And unfortunately, still not over.” He turned to the desk to return to his papers…but they weren’t there anymore. He turned to you with a quizzical look. “Have you seen the papers I left here?”

“Your papers?” A slightly…smug look came over your face. “Yes, I have.” You gestured to a plastic tub in the corner of the room, which, sure enough, contained the stack of documents.

“Ah, thanks.” He went to go retrieve them but paused when you held up your hand.

“Ah, ah,” you said, standing up. You gestured to the box. “Your papers are in toy jail.”

“Toy jail?” He repeated. He glanced at the tub, seeing the label on it. “…what does that mean?”

“It’s a common punishment in the human world. When a child leaves their toys out where they aren’t supposed to, their toys get put into a box, or “toy jail”. To earn them back, usually they have to do some sort of chore. I got so sick of everyone leaving their stuff here I decided to implement something similar in my room.”

Lucifer huffed. He really didn’t have the time nor energy to deal with this today…though he couldn’t help but find it a little endearing. “So…you’re punishing me like a child?”

You nodded.

He sighed in mostly false annoyance. “You’re saying that I…the Avatar of Pride, the eldest, one of the most powerful demons in hell…may not retrieve my paperwork from a plastic tub in your room…because you said so…because this is how children are punished in the human world.”

You finally looked up from your homework to give him a smirk. “Uh-huh.”

He groaned, though it was really difficult to pretend to be annoyed when you were looking at him like that.

“And…what is it you’re asking me to do in exchange for their…” bail”?” He asked. He took a seat beside you on the bed, leaning back slightly to look down at you.

“I want to watch a movie with you and order takeout.”

“I…huh?” He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting you to say, but it definitely wasn’t that. “Out of everything you could ask…that is what you want?”

You nodded. A slight frown tugged at your lips. “Yeah. You’ve been so busy lately, you’re overworking again. And…I feel like I haven’t spent time with you in a while. I miss you.”

Oh.

Well, that softened him up immediately, and the guilt pulled at his heart. “…it…has been a while, hasn’t it? I’m sorry, I’m just…terribly busy…”

You nodded. “No, no, I know. But…I finished the paperwork you left here while you were gone. It was pretty easy, just…really…really tedious. So…can you maybe spend the rest of the night with me?” You asked hopefully.

Well…he definitely couldn’t say no to that. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you to lean against him. “…of course I can, dearest.”

[lazy-light]

I have seen the Transformers One movie now and it's so so good definitely worth a watch for new and older fans, but I'm here to speak of one visual storytelling aspect I noticed- D-16's Megatronus Sticker. If you watch the film I encourage you to may some attention to it as the movie goes along. Spoilers, obviously although they're a bit vague

So when Orion gives it to him, it's all shiny and new and it's.. I believe the word is iridescent? Maybe holographic? I'm going with holographic. That's important, because as Orion slowly begins to wear him down, and especially after they find out about Sentinal, it starts to chip and scratch and peel away. It's deteriorating like his trust in Sentinal did, like his moral did after he found out. In lots of scenes where he is talking about being aggressive and even killing, the sticker is entirely shadowed. No more holographic shine, none that I could see significantly during the Starscream fight either ,(also as an example), here's a gif tho that shows it all shadowed

And, of course, by the time Sentinal gets his hands on it, the gleam it had was gone. And if you've seen the movie, I don't have to describe to you what happens to the sticker. Although, the lines are jagged, painful to look at. On face value, this is Sentinals doing, but deeper it's still a representation of his mental state. Jagged. Messy. Upset. Hurt. And actually bring welded into his plating, it's like it's sealed his fate, and as we all know, there will be no going back from this. Not for a long, long time, at least

Idk I just love the idea of that decal having been a physical representation of his mental state throughout the movie. It was likely intentional, too, maybe this isn't the most mindblowing post, but I think it's cool

[skufdaddyswansea]

Mouthwashing, Dual Protagonists, and Captain Curly

While the vast majority of Mouthwashing is shown from Jimmy's perspective, the events leading up to the Tulpar's crash usually follow Curly. There are several interesting reasons for this, but there's one reason in particular that I'd like to focus on.

By setting Jimmy and Curly up as dual protagonists, we're invited to draw comparisons between them. Not only are they the lenses through which we view the story, they pass the role of Captain back and forth between their chapters.

It's easy to feel sympathy for Curly, given the state he spends the larger part of the game in. It can also be easy to gloss over his more subtle shortcomings when measuring him up against Jimmy.

In this post, I want to take a closer look at Curly's character. And more specifically, how he relates to one of the game's most obvious themes.

Is Curly able to deal with the consequences of his actions? Does he realize his own failures and how they harm the people around him? What does he do with the power he's granted over others?

Does Curly take responsibility?

Jimmy's fixation here gives us a good jumping-off point. It's certainly possible that he's only really been told this once or twice, but because he's Jimmy he's blown it out of proportion out of spite. It's also possible he's entirely making it up because he's projecting, but I think the former is more likely if anything.

And, if I had to take a guess where he heard it from, I'd put my money on The Pony Express itself.

In the eyes of The Pony Express, a "great leader" isn't someone diligent or able to meet the needs of his crew. The real reason Curly was able to rise to the top of the ladder and become captain is because he gets the job done without rocking the boat.

I'm establishing all this because I think it's worth examining by what metric he's being judged. Because, while it may be Jimmy who most often digs this point up, Curly doesn't disagree with him. Even in the depths of his ennui, it's important to him that not only is he the Captain, but a good one at that.

When comparing the two, that can again seem difficult to argue against. Jimmy is quick to lash out and shift blame. His resentment and insecurities often drive him to pick fights. Curly prefers to avoid conflict, but knows his position doesn't always allow him to do so. He tries to pick his battles, but when he has to get involved he focuses on de-escalating the situation.

But although their similarities are few, they do exist. And they greatly influence the narrative. Because it is from their shared selfishness, callousness, and cowardice that the entire story is born.

It's time to address the elephant in the room. We can't draw any conclusions about Curly's nature, his character, his role in the story, and his relationship to its themes without digging into his handling of Anya's assault, and the chain of events that follow.

I find it interesting that we never see the initial conversation Anya has with Curly about the assault. We simply know that she confided in him. He is the Captain, after all. The crew is his responsibility.

The thing is, we don't really need to know the exact conversation they shared, because we can imagine it went quite similarly to their conversation about her pregnancy.

She tells him how scared she is. She fears for her life. It never even occurred to him that she was upset about anything other than losing her job. He swears to her that everything will be fine. They'll fix this. All he has to do is talk to Jimmy.

He does not talk to Jimmy.

Maybe the first time he really did intend to. He just needed time. Jimmy has always had... struggles. If we want to, we can be generous to Curly, we can assume his old problems were much less vile. Otherwise, he would have never pulled the strings to get him this job, never put him in a position of power over vulnerable people. Right? But now, this was whole new beast altogether. Because he and Jimmy go way back, he had to process this, figure out what he was even supposed to say.

But at the same time, The Pony Express had just gone gone under. He'd been struggling with dissatisfaction and indecision for so long, and now his hand has been forced. He has his own problems. And Anya seems fine, doesn't she? If she hadn't said anything, he'd never have even known there was anything wrong. It just doesn't seem that important.

Anya talks to Jimmy herself.

She's scared, she fears for her life. But now she knows now that Curly won't defend her, nor give her the means to defend herself. Still, he promises her, they'll fix this. He just has to talk to Jimmy.

Things are different now. He can't sit by and wait for things to work out anymore. After all, it's not only her problem anymore.

Now it's Curly's problem too. How is he supposed to find another job with this on his record? There's only one other person on this ship who understands what he's going through.

He talks to Jimmy.

And he understands. Not that what he did was wrong, of course. Not that he'd done something horrific, irreversible, cruel. But that it now had consequences, and that he wouldn't suffer them alone.

Curly made his decision. He chose his paper-thin illusion of peace and his eroding friendship with Jimmy over the safety and well-being of his crew. And when it all came tumbling down, he decided it was better to bury them all under the rubble than to face the struggle to rebuild.

If Jimmy hadn't been there, hadn't been his co-pilot, Curly almost certainly would not have been able to bring himself to actually follow through with something so selfish and reckless.

But Jimmy was there, and Curly made sure of that.

So, it's time to ask again. Does Curly take responsibility?

Well, yes.

But it's too little, too late.

As much as Mouthwashing is about Jimmy fighting furiously against the consequences of his actions, it is also about Curly being forced to watch them unfold anyway. His silence and inaction, once a choice, are inflicted upon him by his mangled body.

Jimmy may have crashed the ship, but Curly gave him the keys. And so it's fitting in the end that Curly is made to take the full weight of responsibility by the man who he helped avoid it so many times.

[dsco-kjs]

Once upon a time…

A whisper could be heard among the hills of an old abandoned land. A prophecy where it was said that an angel would come from heaven, bring glory to the world plunged into darkness and with his roar, would open the earth for it's rise.

But the prophecy was simply modified until it became a legend. However, it was never forgotten, since, in any case.

It was also whispered that the angel, whether of perdition or hope, would be much greater than the Sun itself.

Hello everyone, welcome to this post where i will introduce to you my story on Archive of our Own or AO3 about the theory of Papyrus being the Knight.

Must say that this took so long to publish due to some issues i had to fix, but now i can say everything is ready for you to enjoy!

With the following, I will give you some extra information about this story.

This story/AU is inspired by the theory of Papyrus the Knight, where you will see his point of view and his evolution.

Some characters have changed in age, like Papyrus in this case.

I apologize in advance if the story has grammatical errors, it is not my first language but I use several tools to make it understandable and enjoyable to read!

There may be slow updates, because I have external issues that may prevent me from updating frequently, but I will do everything in my power to achieve this.

This story is completely separate from the comic i did time ago.

And I don't need to say much more, you will have to discover that for yourself during your reading!

Now, let's start with the fun stuff!

Meet… "The Advisor"!

What? Does he have another name? Well, yes, but not right now.

This charismatic Darkner is the one who guides and advises Papyrus and his teacher, Dess.

As his name suggests, he is the advisor to the King of Spades.

He is enigmatic but very charming!

Meet the intimidating and powerful royal sorceress, Dess…!

Yes, strangely enough, she is only known by that nickname.

Dess is known as the Ice Sorceress, due to her superb control over magic and being very strong and good at hitting things!

(She is a bit grumpy but nice if you know her better.)

And let's not forget this charismatic skeleton that everyone knows!

Say hello to the GREAT PAPYRUS!

our dear knight, who is always excited to learn and protect others!

Believe in him or not, he will show you how cool he is!

Now that you know them, what are you waiting for to read their adventures?

Here is the link so you can go read it, I wish you a pleasant and interesting experience!

[shadowshrike]

I just realized I'm missing a fun detail in my post about Halsin's treatment of Astarion's Ascension - his reaction to asking a story of the player in the Epilogue if the player is Ascended Astarion.

For those who don't know, the stories you can give Halsin in the Epilogue change depending on what character you play and the circumstances of your character at endgame. There are almost 30 different possible lines.

It always starts the same way:

Halsin: Please, spare no details. I shall not lie - I have an ulterior motive in wishing to hear all. It is the children, you see. My charges. Halsin: Their appetite for bedtime tales is greater than I could ever have anticipated: 'Another story, Daddy Halsin, another!' is the chorus that greets me each nightfall. Halsin:  They have all but exhausted my repertoire in but a few short months - no mean feat, given the lifetime I have lived. I desperately need new material, please. My reputation is at stake. Player: All right, let me see what I have... Halsin: I am all ears. Though I never cared for that phrase. A rather unsettling image...

When playing Ascended Origin Astarion, this is the exchange afterward:

Astarion: My tales are a little heavy on murder and sex. But if the children want to hear them... Halsin: Hmm. Perhaps I can substitute the bloodlust and... eh, general lust for cuddles and animals in the retelling. The children may be confused, but no matter - they will soon be asleep. Halsin: Even with a few little white lies, rest assured that they shall be engrossed. Thank you.

The audio of Halsin's initial reaction for your listening pleasure:

Halsin's awkward fumbling for a way to somehow make use of Astarion's tales about murder and sex in bedtime stories for the children is the funniest thing to me. He could just say "You know what? I appreciate the stories, but maybe your flavor of adventure would be better for the kids once they're older." That's what he does with his own raunchy stories, after all.

Player:  I expect you'll have a few tales that will need to wait until they are older. Halsin: More than a few, I should think. At least I shall be equipped to explain the birds and the bees when the time comes, but I hope that time is quite a while off yet.

He even does it to Dark Justiciar Shadowheart:

Shadowheart: Tell Halsin of how you consolidated your power over Lady Shar's church, purging the disloyal with bloody vigor. Halsin: My. Perhaps a tale for the older children, once I trim off a few of the... less savoury details. But thank you, all the same.

But no, Halsin is going to somehow force Lord Astarion's stories to be safe for the little kiddos. It's hilarious to imagine him feeling the need to make big, bad Astarion and his life of debauchery feel included in Halsin's own more bucolic existence. He may accept Astarion's wild stories into his repertoire, but Halsin is internally making note that Lord Astarion is absolutely not a good fit to ever become "Uncle Astarion". Some friends (or lovers) are only for adults to meet.

And, because I know some will be curious about how this compares to his other ends, Halsin's need to censor Astarion's stories is actually true for every version of Astarion. I just find his Ascended version is just the most blatant about it, though he's amusingly almost equally uncomfortable with a Spawn Astarion who has killed Cazador:

(Spawn, Cazador dead) Astarion: I've been revelling in my freedom, rediscovering the joys of the night. Halsin: Sanguine joys, no doubt? Perhaps I shall smoothen out some of those details - the children do not need to know the full truth of your diet. But they shall be rapt all the same, thank you.

The version where you've chosen not to kill Cazador before finishing the game is censored in a much different way, essentially turning Astarion's depressing story into one of perseverance.

(Spawn, Cazador alive) Astarion: Halsin, I've been hiding in sewers and eating rats. It's not a glorious tale. Halsin: Ah, but the glory can be found in the telling. The children love tales of underdogs, facing odds most unlikely. They shall appreciate your story, trust me.

You could dive into a huge analysis about this particular response regarding the morality of shielding children from unhappy endings and the enticing nature of stories about 'nobility in poverty', but that's a heavy philosophical debate I don't feel is suited for this silly little post. I just find these bonus endcaps really fun for the few who have persevered through an entire Origin run, and it's an extra crumb for the few who enjoy Ascended Astarion's odd chemistry with Halsin.

[demonslayerunhinged]

Ohhhhhhkayyyyyyy.......

*claps hands*

time to lose some fucking followers

So I haven't posted in a while because I'm currently battling a cold and a sinus infection, so most of my time is spent slowly rotting away and fusing with my bed, but during this time I've had the chance to think about some things regarding this blog and the stuff I post.

When I created this blog I didn't expect the amount of follows, likes and reblogs I got and while I'm grateful that people like my work a side effect is that I'm starting to not just put pressure on myself to produce content but also to produce sanitized, censored and morally 'approved' content.

And by this, I mean not making posts and sharing opinions that I know some people would deem problematic, especially when I see the blurbs on the blogs that follow me like 'pro-shippers dni' and stuff. I unconsciously started to mold my thoughts, opinions and subsequently posts to the expectations and restrictions I placed on myself which meant that whenever I wanted to make a post I'd have all these questions banging around in my head 'like is this okay?', 'will people like it?', 'will I lose followers?', 'will people think I'm a pro-shipper?', and so on. These questions were especially loud when I posted the answer to that RenTan ask and when I posted the male fanservice series. I don't want that, I don't want to question and second-guess myself every time I want to make a post, I don't want to run my blog based on the approval of others.

This blog is my safe space, it's where I can voice my opinions, problematic or not. I like to look at things from an unbiased and objective point of view and just because I can see the basis of a 'problematic' ship or character doesn't mean I support pedophilia, domestic violence, abuse etc. etc. Even when it comes to characters, storylines and ships that I may not necessarily like because ultimately this is fiction, these are 2d characters born from someone's amazing imagination, so live and let live.

If you have a problem with this, my blog, and my posts, feel free to unfollow and block me. I appreciate your support for my past posts and I understand if you don't like my blog anymore but don't go on posting negative comments or 'ew' reblogs of my posts in a misguided, self-righteous attempt to prove to yourself that you're a 'good' person. I'll just delete them and block you.

I also won't be answering 'morality-fishing' asks, I don't have to prove my 'goodness' to anyone just to get them to follow and approve of my blog and content. As long as the ask is polite and genuine, I will answer to the best of my knowledge, giving both biased and unbiased opinions.

The #KnYFansAreFuckingStupid posts have been deleted because they're kinda mean-spirited and serve no purpose except to make myself feel like one of the 'smart' fans. I would rather make posts that debunk misinformation by providing as many links and resources as possible than condemn people who believe them because we've all gobbled and spread misinformation at some point or another. I will still condemn people who complain and say bad stuff about queer ships because fuck you.

In Conclusion, no more sanitized, censored or pandering posts. This is Demon Slayer Unhinged, not Demon Slayer Morality Reassurance or Demon Slayer Puritan and Sanitized. My goal is to try to deliver good, quality analyses and shitty memes.

And for those of you who still choose to read my shit. Thank you for trusting me with your time, your asks and your content. It means a lot to me. Thank you. 🩷🩷🩷