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A guide to the creation of the universe: from Crowley Starmaker to space missions - part 3

A look at the history of our universe, following the opening scene of the second series of Good Omens.

This analysis was originally written for a very special event that took place last November, which marked a milestone in the history of astronomy! Part 1 here - Part 2 here.

III: The birth of the Universe

Let's take a look at the first 200 seconds of life in our Universe.

With this chapter, we complete our analysis of the first moment of the second season, when our angelic Crowley literally started the universe, creating nebulae, galaxies, stars, protoplanets and so on. What do we really know about the birth of the universe?

THE BIG BANG

Cosmologists and astrophysicists have come up with a number of theories to try and explain how our Universe came into being, but the most popular and widely accepted to date is undoubtedly the 'Big Bang' theory. According to this cosmological model, at the beginning of all our history, almost 14 billion years ago, there was a big explosion followed by an extremely accelerated expansion of all the matter and energy in our universe today - and this expansion is still going on! We talked about this only last week - but it begs the question: WHAT exploded? What was there in the beginning?

THE VERY FIRST MOMENTS OF LIFE IN THE UNIVERSE - AND THE VERY LAST!

Before the beginning, all the matter and energy in the entire universe was condensed into a single point, extremely dense, hot beyond imagination, and infinitely small.

This rightly raises another question: why? Why did all the matter and energy of the universe accumulate in a super-dense and inconceivably hot cluster?

One possible answer that scientists have come up with is the Big Crunch theory: there may come a time in the history of the universe when total gravity would hold the celestial bodies in place, preventing them from moving apart; then gravity would reverse the trend, so that the whole universe would begin to collapse in on itself, condensing into an infinitely small hot spot. Past a critical density threshold, this thickening of matter and energy would expand and then contract again, like a spring that stretches and shortens.

The combination of events similar to the Big Bang and the Big Crunch is the basis of theories such as the oscillating universe and the big bounce theories, which attempt to give a coherent continuity to hypotheses about the birth and fate of the universe. Practically speaking, it is possible that the Universe will continue to expand and contract for eternity. We are currently in an expansion phase, and everything began at that moment when all forms of matter and energy were concentrated in that one point, where the temperature and energy were so high that they tended towards infinity (does this remind you of anything? Functions, limits...? Yes, exactly: everything we tried to understand in high school actually serves a purpose!) for a very short moment that was almost impossible to study with the rules of physics developed so far. We call this moment a singularity, and we have not yet found the mathematical tools to define what happened during this time.

Scientists estimate that this moment lasted about a picosecond, or a thousandth of a nanosecond, which is a billionth of a second. One THOUSANDth of a BILLIONth of a second. Such a small amount of time holds such a great mystery.

TO INFINITY AND BEYOND

Immediately after this moment, according to most cosmologists, comes a phase characterised by a strong and very rapid expansion, possibly promoted by the appearance of dark matter and dark energy (we talked about this in the previous post: these are forces that could actively promote density uniformity and the expansion of the universe, but we still know almost nothing about them). This phase is called 'inflation' (this term comes from Latin and means 'to inflate') and would not only solve many of the problems raised by the singularity mentioned a few paragraphs above, but would also provide a valid explanation for a big question that keeps many scientists awake at night: the homogeneity of the universe.

The Universe is constantly expanding, and the distances between the celestial bodies are such that they prevent one from influencing the other.

Put simply, the Universe is big and we expect it to be incredibly diverse, and as we continue to explore more distant galaxies, we will find different physical properties and conditions.

Instead, we always find constant conditions.

For example, the cosmic background radiation is the radiation that pervades the entire observable universe and is all that remains of the first moments of the universe's life. This radiation tells us that the temperature is almost the same throughout space: 2,725 °K, or -270.425 °C (very close to absolute zero, the lowest possible temperature).

Inflation theory tells us that shortly after the Big Bang, matter and energy underwent a very rapid expansion, faster than the speed of light, so that pieces of matter and energy, all still very similar in temperature and density, were pushed to the farthest corners of the Universe. As the Universe then expanded, these similar parts continued their lives and evolved separately, but in a similar way.

Think, for example, of making pizza dough: once we have mixed flour, lukewarm water, salt and yeast, we can divide it into portions to make several pans. By putting them all in different pans, but in the same room, with similar temperature and humidity, we expect the doughs, although of different volumes, to have the same consistency (and the pizzas to be good!).

More or less the same thing happens with the different parts of the visible universe: they are all homogeneous in density and temperature, with minimal differences.

To describe it, it seems that this period has lasted a long time. In actual fact, we have not even touched the first second of the universe's life.

THE FIRST TWO HUNDRED SECONDS

Inflation is estimated to have started when the universe was still much, much smaller than a millimetre and to have reached a diameter of about a billion kilometres soon afterwards. We are still one billionth of a second after the Big Bang.

In the first 10 seconds, subatomic particles are formed: quarks, bosons, hadrons, leptons. The temperature is about a trillion degrees and falling fast.

In the next 90 seconds, the first atomic nuclei form. The universe is about 1000 billion kilometres in diameter and has a temperature of one billion degrees.

200 seconds after the Big Bang, we find the first atoms of hydrogen and helium (the main constituents of stars) distributed in an opaque cloud about 10,000 light years in diameter. However, the temperature is still so high that matter as we know it does not exist. We will still have to wait almost 400,000 years before the atoms begin to bond together.

STARS ARE BORN

Fast forward to about 200,000,000 years after the Big Bang and we finally find the first stars. Fusion processes within them created oxygen, carbon, iron, nitrogen and other heavy elements. When Alan Sorrenti sang that ‘we are the children of the stars’ ["Noi siamo i figli delle stelle"] , well... he wasn't so wrong!

The oldest star known to us is 13.2 billion years old, is called HE 1523-0901 and is located in the constellation Libra.

Our galaxy on the other hand, the Milky Way, was formed 10 billion years ago.

Our Sun and with it our solar system were born 5 billion years ago. The Earth, about 4.5 billion years ago.

At least, that's what Science tells us. As Good Omens fans, however, we know how things really happened...

For now, our journey of discovery into the Universe ends here. Subscribe to the series "The Science behind Good Omens" for more analyses of scientific aspects within the Good Omens series! More infos at:

_ Big Bang - Wikipedia

_ Cyclic model - Wikipedia

_ Horizon problem - Wikipedia

_ Cosmic microwave background - Wikipedia

_ Cosmic inflation - Wikipedia

_ Chronology of the universe - Wikipedia

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maybe-we · 8 months ago

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I made the mistake of trying edibles and stronger and different strain of smoked weed all on the same night. Influenced, probably, definitely, by someone.

Greened out super hard.

Main Feeling is/was extremely emetophobic. A few other substance-use instances have made it more bearable and less likely to knock me for a panic loop or absolute space cadet impression.

This time, maybe it was just way too much. Maybe it was a first dalliance with weed induce psychosis?things got really jumpy

It was Main Feeling in their house and body. Then it was- we can call him A for now- A in a different place with other people. Then Main, then A elsewhere, but with a small T(we will call her) behind him. Then back to Main and T was behind them.

Main, and A both suffered through throwing up while skipping back and forth and being in different places or feeling they should be in different places. T and Main but not Main were both very scared and unnerved. Add in influence S, who was mostly trying to talk with A.

Things got really chaotic. Someone I don't know a name for nor memory for started shushing the panicking parts. The body was moving alone but there were distinct feelings of hands helping up, being lifted and held, having the cup of water given and giving it to someone rather than just holding it.

Phantom limbs that don't exist on the body being used or held. The jumping scenes settling and behind closed eyes seeing this sweet lady help A into the comfort of someone he knows even though they weren't there, and helping Main and T settle down. Giving S a look and S helping simply because he wasn't affected. Someone got nausea meds, real ones, and they were taken. Clothes were changed, water was drank, and the body got tucked in to bed.

And uh. Main kind of laughed and teared up a bit like. Well guess this is hello? A few awkward responses.

And later... during the talk of all the people in like North America having thay Eclipse thing, Little Beastie was strongly influential. Like. Climbing things inappropriately in the body. Trying to go find somewhere to see the celestial event (we wouldn't be able to see it where we are aside from online or on tv). Getting very hyper. Very stimmy. Biting things they shouldn't. S was amused and the two interacted. Distinct feelings of Beastie moving the body and S watching amused and reigning in the hand biting and offering alternatives. Mentally holding Beastie on his lap to try and contain the unacceptable social behaviors behind closed doors as to not draw attention.

A was a little unhappy. He has been the most strong influence as of late. S on occasion too, but for some reason hair ties and coffee are big for him.

W popped up earlier.

And.... I thought these were all just. Imaginary friends. Or games or masks I'd play. But. It isn't always a choice?

I don't know. This is a pretty sizeable word dump and I'm just kind of exhausted thinking about it all. A little frightened. Nervous.

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onggi · 1 year ago

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Fallen, Falling

They’re starting to pick up on the fact that I’m not exactly a welcome presence here. It happens everywhere I go eventually and I can’t say I don’t deserve it. Last time, it was the king who sent me packing, the blood of his son not yet dry on my hands. Before that, it was someone like me: voidtouched, fighting over what little meagre territory I had. I didn’t care enough about it to put up a fight; I just left. Besides, staying in one place for too long means I grow roots — whether I want to or not — and that’s a death sentence for someone like me. So I move on. I never say goodbye.

There’s hunger, and then there’s hunger. Sometimes, I’ll hear whispering temptations in the corners of my mind. They’ll tell me things I didn’t even know I thought. And the voices — no, just one voice — it changes you, after a while. For me, it started slowly: one day, I felt this weird bump in the middle of my chest. At first I thought it was a scar or something, but then it kept growing, and I started to have this weird thought that maybe somewhere far down the line I had a secret satyr ancestor who was bestowing upon me the magical gift of tits. Like, congratulations on all your wrongdoings! Here’s a pair of honkers to ruin your life forever.

You have no idea how relieved I was to find out it was just a gaping, toothy maw. I’d much rather have a big freaky mouth on my chest than anything else. But now it gets hungry, and no matter what I feed it, it never stops asking for more. I’m starting to think it’s not hungry for food — at least, not the kind that you can eat. Lately, when I’m tearing past red down to cold, hard white in a frenzy of biting steel, I find that hunger stirring within me.

So I’m a freak, but I knew that already. And I’m a freak with a murderous streak a mile wide. And I’m a freak with a murderous streak a mile wide who never settles down anywhere, not long enough to be remembered as anything more than the mysterious stranger with the twisted smile. And that’s fine. I rub elbows with the ones who are like me — we tear each other down as we claw for air in this stifling world, claws gashing at the sinew between muscles, mean smiles and even meaner words.

I don’t sleep. I guess it would be more honest to say that I don’t want to sleep most of the time because that’s when they can get to me, but I’m not honest, so I don’t sleep. I travel under the dark blanket of the night, melting into the soft shadows like I was born to walk with them. My blade is always at my side, an arcing limb forged in the skies. When I gaze into its clouded depths, I don’t see my reflection — I see another world. One that I’ll never be a part of. But sometimes, when I walk beneath the starlit sky, it almost feels like I’m in that wispy, moonstruck realm, even if it’s only until the sun rises once more.

I’ve always imagined that the stars are sleeping giants from an age long past. Once, the starpeople waded through the seas and stomped upon the mountains and plucked the trees from the ground as easily as I pluck flowers. But they were hunted for their blood and their flesh and their bone, all powerful beyond our imagination. Their numbers began to dwindle as they were slain one after the other by tiny mortals who thought themselves strong enough to take on the gods. One day, without explanation or bravado, the starpeople went to sleep in the sky. They’d wake up someday when the world was ready for them to return; until then, however, they would slumber, dreaming of a land hiding just beyond the event horizon.

The reality, it turns out, is not so fantastical.

I’m by the sea when it happens. Not the celestial sea of outer space; just a sea, on some inconsequential planet that I forget the name of even after the black rot of my death magic has consumed the shuddering last breath of the blessed child. They said it would grow up to be a god. It’s nothing more than ash, now. But I’m sitting on the shore, fingers curled into shimmering black sand, and I watch as the stars in the sky sparkle softly, the slow twinkle matching the long, deep breaths of snoring giants.

One of them seems especially bright that night. I’ve never been one for naming things — I don’t want to get attached — but I’ve always felt like the stars each have names. Not names given to them by mortals, but names that they’re born with. Names that will die when they die. So I’ve never named a star, but I’m mentally thinking, oh, this is a bright one. I bet it would have a cool name. I wish I could know that name.

And then I notice that it’s getting bigger. And then I notice it’s not getting bigger, it’s getting closer. And before I know it, this scarlet blaze of celestial fury is bearing down upon the land in a bright rush of prismatic colour, searing the trailing sparks into the back of my eyes, and I think even my best illusions couldn’t hold a candle to this. I don’t know if I’m curious, per se; curiosity is such a naïve and childish thing. There’s nothing left to be curious about once you’ve watched the light fade out of glimmering eyes. But it’s unusual, and that’s enough to pique my interest. Unusual means entertainment, and I’m carnally bored by most things in the world.

I don’t expect the star to crash right into the sea, fizzing up in a huge puff of bubbling smoke. The shockwaves ripple outwards in walls of glittering water, threatening to drown me whole, but I’m not so easily killed. No, I run towards it and dive straight through the wave itself.

I’m a proficient swimmer, I’ll say it myself. I can’t pull off any of the fancy moves, but when I was younger I decided I wanted to be as unkillable as the cockroach that survives a nuclear war. You can drown in two inches of water. It sounds stupid, to die such a pathetic death like that, and technically if someone held my head underwater and refused to budge I’d have to find other ways of getting free, but being able to swim at least makes me a little more hardy. And I’m fast. Nothing graceful, just arms and legs tearing through water like knives. Brutal, but efficient.

I’m not swimming just out of self preservation, though. I could have gone running the other way and normally I would, but the allure of all those valuable magical elements and ingredients sitting just right there is too tempting. If I find it first, maybe I can extract the best and take it with me when I leave. I’ve heard of a potion that can give you the power to breathe fire like a dragon, but you need the crystallised icefire of a comet to even begin the brewing process.

I think it’d be fun to breathe fire. Probably not super practical, but it’s always nice to get creative with your victims.

But I reach the site of the crash and, besides the water feeling unbearably hot, there’s no sign of a fallen star. I dive down beneath the surface, holding my breath with my cheeks puffed out like a frog and my eyes wide open, kicking down, down, down. It’s too dark to see much, but there’s something glowing in the distance — my vision is too fuzzy to make out exactly what it is, but glowing usually means magic. Something possibly worth my time. And then that’s when it hits me: that sprawling ravenous hunger, and the teeth carved into my chest begin to bare themselves in anticipation.

Blood. Blood in the water.

It’s like something takes over completely. The dark voice that haunts me is a susurrus of incomprehensible whispers, but somehow my body seems to understand its command. Kick. Kick. Kick. Pull the water back through cupped hands. Go deeper. Deeper. Chase it. And then I’m holding something in my hands, but there’s too much red everywhere for me to see what it is. My mouth — both mouths — open to taste the water. Something bright and metallic flickers against my tastebuds. Before I can even make the decision, I’m swimming back up, dragging my waterlogged bounty behind me.

I don’t have time to examine it. I have to make it to the shore before the tide pulls me out, because then no amount of swimming will save me, and I’m cursing the weight tied over my shoulders. I feel sluggish and slow, weakened now that whatever possessed me in the moments before has slipped out of my grasp.

It’s not too long before I’m back onshore, hauling my starpiece behind me. But when I turn around, there’s no star — only a battered excuse of a browbird, fur close to his skin. It was a waste of time after all, I think, rolling him over onto his back. He’s probably already dead — I can’t even have any fun with him. Deep red blood oozes from a huge gash on his chest, trailing back the way I came, smudges of scarlet staining the soft midnight sand like a trail of breadcrumbs. My death magic reaches out like a long, bony finger, probing the wound. Magically inflicted. Then I probe deeper, pushing past the tear in his chest to reach in and touch the place where his spectral essence should be quickly fading, prepared to snatch the last of it for myself.

It’s not, though. Not fading. In fact, it’s blindingly bright; so bright that my magic recedes with a hiss of displeasure. It’s like a thousand glowing threads, all intertwined to make some celestial tapestry. It feels purposeful. It feels like it means something, but I can’t tell what, and it’s something I’ve never even seen before, not in any mortal’s soul. I squint through lightbleached eyes, trying to make sense of the patterns and the colours, and that’s when I notice that something’s off. There’s a shuddering coldness emitting from part of the nexus of everything, incongruent when compared with the hot white blaze of the other threads, so against my better judgement, I push in. There’s no voice puppeteering my limbs now — it’s all me, all foolish instinct and, yes, curiosity — as I weave through the maze of glittering soulsilk, taking care to touch nothing for fear of spontaneously combusting in a blaze of holy fire.

I see it! A thorn, black as night and shimmering with insidious purple. If it’s a weapon, it’s unfamiliar to me, and I’ve seen the heat of battle enough to walk into an armoury and name everything on sale with my eyes closed. The threads around it are beginning to sever, falling apart in rippling waves. It’s pretty, but it also feels wrong, and something tells me that if I leave this thorn as it is, everything in this place will die.

Well, this is my prey now and I’m going to be the one to reap the rewards. So I glide over to the thorn, spectral fingers curling around its poisonous hilt, and pull.

I’m vomited out alongside copious amounts of water. It takes me a moment to pull myself together and realise that I’m not in that world anymore; everything feels so dark all of a sudden and it takes my eyes a moment to adjust, but I can hear coughing. I blink once, twice. The stars click into place over the calm sea and everything makes sense again: my feet curled in the black sand, my wet hair sticking to my ears like a second skin, the mysterious stranger hacking up half a lung at my feet.

I look down at him. The gaping hole in his chest is knitting itself together as if with invisible threads, the once mortal wound first becoming little more than a scratch, then nothing at all. All that remains is the ruddy smudge upon his fur and at first I think it’s blood, but then I realise that I can’t taste any iron in the air.

He’s a little pretty, if I’m honest. I don’t really care for aesthetics, but even in his wet mop state, coughing like he’s on his deathbed, I can tell that he’s not really from this world. I think I’d be able to tell even if I hadn’t seen the tapestry of his soul, but that might be wishful thinking. The gentle slope of his ivory horns gives way to a shock of white hair, only matched by the flickering glow of his crest. A star, I notice, and then I realise that there are stars carved into his horns, too.

My gaze travels a little southward and I’m met with pale green eyes staring right up at me, piercing in their intensity. I don’t get surprised, so I don’t react, but I hadn’t expected such a quick recovery. It’s throwing me off a little — I can’t exactly harvest the magic of a conscious victim. By which I mean, I can, but it’s messier than it’s worth. I’m sighing and mustering up the tendrils of my death magic once more, this time to finish the job, but I’m thrown off once again.

By a smile.

People rarely smile at me. I don’t give them much reason to and frankly, if they did, I’d probably turn tail and run. Some people say it’s easier to control people if they love you, but I resent the wriggling uncomfortable feeling that comes with attachment.

This guy has a good smile, I think distantly. It’s not really kind — it’s sharp and fanged, but like everything else about him, blinding in its intensity.

“You saved me.” His voice is surprisingly gruff, not musical at all.

He holds out a hand expectantly.

The thorn is nowhere to be seen, but my palms are coated in black ash. I rub them down on my fur. It doesn’t come off.

I take his hand.

And as I pull him to his feet, I wonder just what the fuck I’ve got myself into.

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theohonohan · 1 year ago

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The Sun is Lost

Looking at the celestial globes of the Venetian Coronelli (1650–1718) it is possible to appreciate the cosmos, as it was before modern science swept it away. My guide to star maps comments “The constellation figures are detailed, robust, and theatrical, in keeping with their Baroque style.”

The emphasis is on pictorial splendour, although the locations of stars are accurate. One of Coronelli’s clients was Louis XIV, the Sun King, and there is a strong feeling, for me, of the ancien regime about to be swept away by a deluge of abstraction and rationality. As early as 1611, John Donne had written

And new philosophy calls all in doubt,

The element of fire is quite put out,

The sun is lost, and th'earth, and no man's wit Can well direct him where to look for it.

The world, as an orderly place made up of proximate living objects, was replaced by chaos, distance and coldness. A star map plays a particular trick of showing empty immensities overlaid with familiar corporeal things. The trick is called cosmography, and the scientific revolution of the seventeeth century brought it to an end. Alexandre Koyré summed it up as two events: “the destruction of the cosmos” and “the geometrization of space”:

As for myself, I have endeavored in my Galilean Studies to define the structural patterns of the old and the new world-views and to determine the changes brought forth by the revolution of the seventeenth century. They seemed to me to be reducible to two fundamental and closely connected actions that I characterised as the destruction of the cosmos and the geometrization of space, that is the substitution for the conception of the world as a finite and well-ordered whole, in which the spatial structure embodied a hierarchy of perfection and value, that of an indefinite or even infinite universe no longer united by natural subordination, but unified only by the identity of its ultimate and basic components and laws; and the replacement of the Aristotelian conception of space—a differentiated set of innerworldly places—by that of Euclidean geometry—an essentially infinite and homogenous extension—from now on considered as identical with the real space of the world.

The spiritual change that I describe did not occur, of course, in a sudden mutation. Revolutions, too, need time for their accomplishment; revolutions, too, have a history. Thus the heavenly spheres that encompassed the world and held it together did not disappear at once in a mighty explosion; the world-bubble grew and swelled before bursting and merging with the space that surrounded it.

From about 1800 onward, the illustrative constellation figures on star maps were progressively deleted. It happened over the course of the career of the mathematician and astronomer Gauss. Around 1800, he calculated the orbit of the asteroid Ceres, and a symbol was assigned to it–the sickle. By the time he died in 1855, asteroids were no longer being given symbols, but were numbered instead. Over the same period, star atlases evolved from the lavishly illustrated Uranographia of 1801 to the completely plain maps of the 1840s. The rectilinear boundaries of the constellations, defined in terms of celestial coordinates, were the only lines left on the charts. In science more generally, a Cartesian grid of rationalization had been laid over nature, facilitating abstraction and numerical measurement.

It is easy, in isolation, to mourn this move from the figurative and fanciful to the inhumanly precise and austere presentation of data. Many other changes took place in this period which cannot be boiled down to a simple transition from the poetic to the prosaic. But there is something compelling about about the loss of the powerfully visual, detailed constellation illustrations, and their replacement with mere geometry, a reductive set of measured points.

The fact is that when an astronomer goes into his observatory for his night's work he finds it usually convenient to leave all the ecstatic and most of the poetic portions of his constitution outside.—Robert Ball (1892)

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sydneychaseindigo · 2 years ago

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FAST MOVING ENERGY~HOLD ON INDIGO

The energy in and around us is moving at break-neck speed. So mind your steps. I literally lost an entire day this week. Whew!! There are many shifts and changes happening swiftly without warning spiritually, energetically, physically and globally

. And we are being asked to adjust with them as these changes are here to assist us if we allow them to. Be very mindful of what you are focused on dear Indigos as the current energies we are in are strong. Whatever you are focused on, be it what you don’t want or what you do want to manifest it will come about quite quickly. So I encourage you to focus on what you love and the power of love, NOT what you fear. Make sure you drink plenty of water!! Stay hydrated. When exercising, pay attention to your bodily movements and do not overexert yourself, take breaks. Be easy. Do your best not to fight the changes as they occur or to stop them from happening. This is a most powerful time to allow the changes to take place. "Be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind. " Romans 12:2 The Bible In terms of how these planetary movements will affect people and the planet Earth, it's important to remember that astrology is a tool for self-reflection and personal growth. While the movements of the planets can influence our energy and emotions, we always have free will and the power to create our reality. It's up to us to use these celestial events as an opportunity for growth and transformation.

Firstly, let's discuss the lunar eclipse for today May 5th, 2023.

The lunar eclipse that occurred today, May 5th, 2023, was visible from many parts of the world. Exactly when the lunar eclipse will be visible depends on where you are located but Time and Date says the penumbral eclipse will begin on May. 5 at 10:11 a.m. EST (1511 GMT), the maximum eclipse will be reached at 12:22 p.m. EST (1722 GMT) and the penumbral eclipse will end at 14:31 p.m. EST (1931 GMT). The overall duration of the eclipse is 4 hours and 18 minutes. A lunar eclipse happens when the Earth passes between the Sun and the Moon, casting its shadow on the Moon. This can only happen during a full moon, and the eclipse can be partial or total depending on the alignment of the three celestial bodies. During a total lunar eclipse, the Moon appears to turn reddish-orange, which is why it's also called a "blood moon." We are currently under the energy of Full Flower Moon: Lunar Eclipse and this energy will affect each one of us differently for approximately 6 months. In terms of astrology, a lunar eclipse is a powerful time for releasing what no longer serves us. It's a time to let go of negative patterns, beliefs, and emotions and make space for new beginnings. This lunar eclipse occurred in the sign of Scorpio, which is associated with transformation and rebirth. So, it's a good time to reflect on what needs to change in your life and take action towards making those changes.

Emotions may be running amok In astrology, the Moon represents our emotions, intuition, and inner world, while the Sun represents our ego, identity, and outer world. During a lunar eclipse, these two opposing forces are in tension, creating a powerful energy that can bring about transformation and change. Scorpio is a water sign that is associated with transformation, intensity, and depth. It's ruled by Pluto, the planet of power, control, and regeneration. When the Moon is in Scorpio, we may feel more emotional, intuitive, and introspective. Scorpio is also a sign that is associated with death and rebirth, so this lunar eclipse can bring about powerful transformations in our lives. During a lunar eclipse in Scorpio, we're being asked to let go of what no longer serves us and embrace change. This may involve confronting our deepest fears, desires, and motivations. It's a time for shedding old patterns and beliefs and stepping into our power. In terms of relationships, this lunar eclipse may bring up intense emotions and conflicts that need to be resolved. Scorpio is a sign that is associated with intimacy and vulnerability, so this can be a time for deepening our connections with others. Overall, the lunar eclipse in Scorpio is a powerful time for transformation and growth. By embracing the energy of this eclipse, we can release what no longer serves us and step into our power and authenticity. It's important to be gentle and patient with ourselves during this time, as the changes that are happening may be intense and challenging, but ultimately, they will lead to growth and transformation. Assess what is no longer serving you This is also a good time to assess those areas where we may be feeling eclipsed more closely in our own lives and ask ourselves some deep questions. Why are we holding on to these things, people, places, ideas, beliefs, concepts or thoughts which are no longer serving us? Maybe it is time to forgive and move on, let go and God do the heavy lifting. Time to ascend up to a higher vibration; even if it’s just one step higher, that is progress.

Moving on to Pluto and its retrograding aspect

Yeah , I know all of this retrograding happening at once can feel overwhelming. Pluto retrograde began on May 1 in Aquarius, and will move into Capricorn on June 11, and last until October 10. The planet goes retrograde every year for around five to six months, so we've gone through this astrological happening many times before. It’s just this year there is alot more planetary movement going on all at the same danged time! Pluto is the planet of transformation and represents power, control, and the subconscious mind. When Pluto is in retrograde, its energy is turned inward, and we may find ourselves reflecting on our deepest desires, fears, and motivations. This can be a time of intense self-discovery and transformation, but it can also bring up some uncomfortable emotions and situations. It's essential to be patient and gentle with ourselves during this time. However, when Pluto is retrograde, its effects are more internal, psychological, and emotional. The planet named for the God of the Underworld will challenge you to check — and ideally address — YOUR OWN toxic, negative, and self-destructive behaviors, patterns, and belief systems.

Mercury in Retrograde

Mercury in retrograde, which began April 21, 2023 and will continue through May 14th, is a well-known astrological event that occurs three to four times a year. It happens when the planet Mercury appears to move backward in its orbit from our perspective on Earth. Mercury is the planet of communication, technology, and travel, and when it's in retrograde, we may experience miscommunications, delays, and technical glitches. It's important to be extra careful when signing contracts or making important decisions during this time.

However, it's also an excellent time for introspection and revisiting old ideas or projects that you may have abandoned. I like to call it the time of the re words, reflect, revise, release, rejuvenate, remember, reconnect, remove and so on. What re words can you add on your own?

Venus in Cancer

Finally, Venus in Cancer is a transit that will begin May 7th to June 5th, 2023.. Venus is the planet of love, beauty, and pleasure, and when it's in Cancer, it's a time for nurturing and emotional connections. Cancer is a water sign that represents the home, family, and emotions, so this transit may bring a focus on these areas of our lives. It's a good time to prioritize self-care and to connect with loved ones. This aspect will definitely assist you with being more loving to ourselves and those around you even with all of the wicky wacky things that may be taking place in our lives. In conclusion, the lunar eclipse, Pluto in retrograde, Mercury in retrograde, and Venus in Cancer are all significant astrological events that can bring about transformation, introspection, and emotional connections. By tuning into these energies and using them to guide our actions and decisions, we can create a more fulfilling and purposeful life. Look at your own astrology chart to see how these planetary movements will indeed affect you. Join our mailing list for more Indigo Blogs updates and newsletter. Also join us on Discord to connect with other Indigos daily. Read the full article

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rosesoflilac · 2 years ago

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Thirsting for the Demon Prince

Pairing- diavolo x reader, slight lucifer x reader

Warnings- lesson 8 spoils, ooc diavolo, ooc lucifer, not proofread

Summary- lord diavolo's demon form does something to you, Lucifer isn't here for it.

A/n: GENUINELY I HATE THIS BUT I ALSO LIKE IT UGHH IDEK - I just wanted to write a little funny thing about dia's demon form and this is what happened

It was Day 2 of the retreat Lord Diavolo planned for the demon brothers and all the exchange students. The retreat had been nothing if not eventful. Your mission to create a pact with Asmodeus was still underway and the solution was to get a picture of a sleeping Lucifer. One day that demon will kill you. For now though, you will enjoy your time here. It was Lord Diavolo’s wish after all!

Celestial food tasted different than you imagined, everything that went into your mouth tasted pure. You could tell Luke put his entire heart into these dishes. “Luke! It tastes wonderful, thank you very much,” you say smiling at the little angel.

Luke blushed and gave you back a big smile. “Thank you for the compliment, MC! You should come to Purgatory Hall so I can cook for you again!”

This boy was going to be the death of you, he was too precious! “Of course!” You decided then you will fight anyone who seriously bullies him.

Everyone else voiced their own praises, as they should, and Luke couldn’t help but feel delighted.. Even if he was surrounded by demons. The last thing you hear is Lucifer grumbling to Lord Diavolo about indulging Beel’s eating habits, “I know you’re trying to be nice, but if you keep giving him food like that, he’ll never stop eating/ He’d even eat your arm if you let him..”

However, Beel was the least of your concerns as your thoughts wandered to getting a picture of Lucifer’s sleeping face.. Not only was it getting a picture of Lucifer’s face, you had no idea where to start. You knew he was staying with Lord Diavolo, but where? Would the room have a curse on it? You had already attempted to do this once. How would a second time be any different-

“-MC!” Lucifer’s voice broke your train of thought. You looked up at him with an innocent look mixed with some shock, “Yes, Lucifer?”

Lucifer gave you a dejected look and sighed, “Didn’t you hear me? I asked you to pass me the dipping sauce. You seem to be off in space today, don’t you? It’s still only day two, you know?” He had a challenging look in his eyes. Almost as if a human could not keep up with demonic and angelic counterparts.

You would have to prove him wrong. You would have to find his room, unafraid of the consequences.

The ceramic bowl felt warm in your hands. You worked your best smile and made direct eye contact with Lucifer, handing him the dipping sauce bowl. “Lucifer.. I’d like to see the art and decorations in each room.”

Lucifer smiled at you, eyes closing and eyebrows less tense, hell, his whole demeanor had changed. Was he truly this pleased with your request?

“Well, I didn’t realize that you appreciated decorative pieces here at the castle as much as I did. Wonderful.” His eyes kept yours in hold, making you squirm in your seat. You would definitely not survive a full year in the Devildom down this path you’ve chosen. “I am very interested, I love learning about stuff like that. History is a passion of mine,” Your voice stayed strong. Though he looked at you with such.. Heaviness, you could not help but feel relaxed when you saw him smile at you.

“All right, I’ll make a list of everything worth seeing and where you can find it later. Then you can go have a look at them whenever you’d like.” Lucifer knew he had to have known this was another ploy.. There was no way he didn’t know.

Still, you gave him another grateful smile. “I appreciate it, Lucifer.” Oh, this was going to be a long night. You took a long sip of your drink thinking of how to get Lucifer off of your trail. He was suspicious of you, always has been and will continue to be with the pacts you made with his three brothers.. Lucifer would expect you to act worried. Perhaps not all of the time but when you thought no one was watching.. Well, no matter how true, you’d have to prove him wrong.

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Lord Diavolo put his napkin on his plate, grinning at all of his guests, arms crossed around his chest, “...Well then, I suppose it’s about that time.” Beel frowned at the thought of not being able to eat more. Yeah, Beel would always be able to surprise you.

Rolling his eyes, Lucifer sighed. “Ignore him, Diavolo. Please continue.” He could strangle his brothers sometimes. (If you were close to Lucifer, like Lord Diavolo close to Lucifer, you would see his left eyebrow raise every so slightly..)

“All right then, here we go..” Diavolo’s grin grew wider. He snapped his fingers.

You gasped at the sudden bright lights and at the now bustling ballroom with the hundreds of people now here- you turned your head towards Diavolo.

You were silent, eyes staring shamelessly at him. You never imagined he would look so.. Princely. His demon horns curved around his head like a crown.. You desperately wanted to touch them. Would they be rough? How would they feel against your palm, fingers ghostling their outline? How would they feel if you gripped them roughly? Would Lord Diavolo gasp in shock or smirk at you? You bet his horns were so pointy, they could take out your eyes. The same could be said for his wings. Four beautiful, large wings.. What would it feel like to be wrapped up in them? Gold embellishments decorated the tips.. Don’t even get started on his golden bat wing chest piece.. You wanted to touch this too, wanted to feel it against your cheek, against your tongue.. You needed to feel how his fur, perhaps it was feather, shawl wrapped around your shoulders, needed to see your reflection in his ruby red jewel connected to his chest-piece. You needed it.

While the sinful thoughts continued to plague your mind, Lucifer could not help notice why you did not move from your seat at the table. He was about to scold you when you saw who you were staring at. On top of taking advantage of his brothers and making pacts, you stared at Diavolo with such shameless behavior. Absolutely unacceptable. He headed towards you, ready to pull you out of the ballroom, when Barbatos appeared, tapping him on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, Lucifer. Would you like a refreshment? The Young Master requested the very best of demonus for you.” Barbatos offered the tray towards him, smiling.

Lucifer thought it was quite obvious what Barbatos was doing. He took a glass of demonus and shook his head. “Why are you preventing me from approaching MC?”

Barbatos tilted his head, acting confused. “The Young Master and MC seem to be having fun. It would be rude to interrupt him when he is having a nice time.” If it was any other day, Barbatos would have agreed with Lucifer to interrupt the two of you. However, how fun of a party would it be if Diavolo looked bored and glum because you were stolen away from him?

Diavolo and you were talking, two delighted grins and merry voices agreeing with each other about the details of his demonic form. “I just.. You look so.. I can’t even put it into words!” Your hand grazed over his chest, over his chest piece you practically drooling over. Being so close, feeling the heat off of his chest, it was enough to satiate your curiosity. For now.

Diavolo laughed loudly and put his hand on your head, rubbing your hair affectionately. “I feel the same way towards you! You are also so!” Another great laugh bubbled out of him. “I appreciate your compliments, MC.” He loved this, he loved getting your attention instead of it going towards the brothers. Speaking of which, we were all shocked in some way. Mammon was working up the courage to tell Diavolo that even though he is the prince of the devildom, you can’t touch his MC like that, that they’d much rather be with him. The others were in shock. Partly because Lucifer had not shown up to separate you two.

That is how things continued for the night. You stayed by Lord Diavolo’s side, conversing with him on many subjects. You mostly spoke of the human world and your favorite things, while Diavolo nodded, listening intently. He wanted to remember everything about you! It was only right as a host. (The frequent compliments from you did not hurt either).

Lucifer was fed up. Not only had you been hanging off of Diavolo like some common succubus. The worst part, he was indulging you. It was nearing the end of the night, most of the guests had left by now. Surely, Diavolo would not refuse him a last dance with you. He approached you two slowly. “Lord Diavolo.. Since you’ve had MC’s attention all night, do you mind if I steal this last dance with her?” His voice was tense, teasing, like there was more he was saying.

Diavolo looked towards you, you looked towards Lucifer and then at Diavolo. “Lord Diavolo doesn’t speak for me, Lucifer. If you wanted to dance, you could have just asked me,” you moved towards Lucifer and smiled.

Lucifer smiled back and chuckled, albeit a tad forcefully. “Of course, MC.” He thought you were infuriating, acting like nothing was wrong. He held out his out for you to take, “Do you know how to dance?” So you did.

You would be lying if you did not find Lucifer’s demon form just as pleasing as Diavolo’s.. But you needed to be alert, Lucifer could be leading you into a trip. His grip was strong on your waist, his hand holding onto your hand. You would not be escaping him. Lucifer leaned down, lips coming close to your ear.

“Do you know how to dance?”

You could hear the smirk in his voice, “No.” Unlike Diavolo, you were scared of Lucifer.

“No problem, I’ll lead.” The smile in his voice was sickeningly sweet.

The dance began. You followed Lucifer’s lead, you understood this was part of his plan to throw you off. You had to stay strong.

“In general, there are all sorts of reasons why one might ask someone else to dance. For example, they might be interested in them,” His hand squeezed yours “- they might want to touch them,” his hand on your waist rubbed your side “- or they might be doing it out of politeness..” Lucifer spun you around once. All you saw was the flash of his black wings, they were almost as big as Diavolo’s. “Or..” Lucifer continued, “..it could be they want to have a private conversation.”

Lucifer pulled away from your ear and looked into your eyes, “What are you planning with Asmo?” His grip on you grew tighter. Uncomfortably tight. “Let me make one thing clear: I respect my brother’s freedom to do as they wish. However, if I ever sense that you’ve become a threat to either Diavolo or us…then I will show you absolutely no mercy. Understood?”

Lucifer’s eyebrows were drawn close together, a heavy frown on his fight. You knew he was nothing but serious, he would kill you.. There were sure to be bruises on your body by tomorrow.

You try to shake free of him, pulling away desperately, but you cannot. His grip is far too tight. “I.. I understand. Lucifer, just know that I only want to earn your respect..”

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The end/maybe part 2??

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fluffywolverine · 3 years ago

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so season 6 of lucifer came out.

there were some things that i liked, but generally i hated it. i believe that was SUCH. BAD. WRITING and it left me frustrated. so i decided to write down all things that pissed me off and sometimes i try to fix this by giving other ideas that – in my opinion – would have made the story better. Check my points out and feel free to add your points of view. without further ado: let’s talk.

- imma start with the big one – fucking time travel. ok I generally hate this trope in the media, because it’s complicated and often leads to some logical mistakes – and they happened here. so rory time travels because of her anger which was caused… by her anger?? i think this was unnecessary. it also brings trouble with this whole free will vs. fate discourse. lucifer says, that he chooses free will… but at the same time he goes the path of his fate. he disappears from rory’s life, because he HAS TO in order of the events of the season to happen. just because he chose to do it, doesn’t mean it’s free will.

- lucifer becomes the very thing he desperately didn’t want to become. “bUt It WaS fOr ThE gReAtEr GoOd” screw this bullshit, if writers wanted to make it better, they could have easily do so. they could have altered the rules of time travel so that his choice of staying could have resulted in rory disappearing. yes, that would have been heart-breaking, but it would have been a great lesson for lucifer, that he can’t make the same mistakes his father did.

- chloe and Lucifer get a child without even talking about it. “bUt MaYbE tHeY tAlKeD aBoUt It We JuSt DiDn’T sEe It” you may say. but the point of writing anything - whether it’s a book or a script – is to show any thing that matters. and talking about having kids is one of the most things any couple should do. also not every couple needs to have kids and forcing deckerstar to have it feels so far-fetched. this thread was very unnecessary.

- rory herself is a big problem. to begin with – she wanted to KILL her FATHER. i get her frustration, but commiting a murder?? just because he wasn’t there for her?? I would have thought that chloe taught her better, taught her that, like, killing people is bad. turns out she did not. secondly… she just isn’t necessary here. i elaborate later so in conclusion – her thread could be altered with michael’s and it would have made much more sense. i also don’t like the actress (why was she blinking so much??) so i certainly didn’t help.

- of course ella has to end up with a boyfriend. because earlier she always ended up with “bad boys” and now, without any help, she is just able to have a healthy relationship! yay! for me this creates a toxic view, that in order to be happy one HAS TO be in a relationship, because being alone is aLwAyS bAd. well, it’s not.

- i also have troubles with lucifer starting up a foundation for her. firstly, he didn’t ask her. secondly it – AGAIN – shows, that anything good ella got, was because of another man. firstly because of her relationship with carol, secondly because of lucifer’s idea. it could have been so easily altered! there could have been a scene of a conversation e.g. with amenadiel where she expressed a will to do better and be better for someone (given that she sees a lot of dark in herself). amenadiel could have then told her, that she is an inspiration and that it is her biggest strength. that could have been where ella came up with an idea to start a foundation blah blah – it’s just a rough idea but I believe that written well, it could have been so much better;

- and the last thing about ella – of course she had to find out about celestial stuff because sHe WaS tHe OnLy OnE rEmAiNiNg. umm what about trixie? i'll come back to her later. ella was portrayed as the only one believing in god and having her seeing that he really exists ruins the concept of faith. it’s not about knowing something exists, it’s about believing in it.

- WHERE THE FUCK IS MICHAEL. i must admit that i loved this character AND I CAN’T STAND HOW AWFULLY HE WAS TREATED HERE. so at the end of season 5 lucifer says “everyone deserves a second chance, even you michael". and what does he do then? COMMANDS HIS TWIN TO CLEAR THE FLOOR IN HELL. yes, i agree that michael should have been punished for his rebellion plan, but… he already has his wing cut off. now he’s stuck in hell, with no way out and is he supposed to learn his lesson? this is cruel. instead of this the entire season could have been centred on him – his journey to self-acceptance, learning how manipulating someone is toxic and starting to realise how to be a better person. at the end he could have become god (because amenadiel is such an obvious choice), which would create a beautiful connection – michael in heaven and his twin in hell.

- lucifer doesn’t feel like being god and that’s cool. damn. people died for him to win this place and he’s like “actually you know guys i’m not the right person bye”. while i believe that anyone should step out if they have a reason, but at the same time lucifer should have faced any consequences of his decisions. falling frog and kool aid in the river are not enough.

- adam’s plot feels just quickly sketched, not actually written. i really appreciate this take on toxic masculinity but it all felt too fast-paced. it’s good that they show this idea of “strong and not-showing-any-feelings man” kind of attitude, but it is impossible for ANYONE (especially The ManTM) to change their mind in a matter of a few days. it takes weeks, months, years even, especially given that adam is like a gazillion years old, he should have especially taken a long time to process this.

- carol is just too pure to exist. he’s also one of the most boring, plain and one-dimensional character i’ve ever seen. i feel like they gave him a problem with alcohol because the writers were like “hmmmmm he has to have some weakness. LET’S MAKE HIM AN ALCOHOLIC”. we don’t see any signs of his everyday struggle, why did he fell into this problem, how did struggle. it just feels like a dull plot device to show that he has flaws. oh and also he’s so pure that he doesn’t mind ella BREAKING INTO HIS HOUSE. acceptance should have boundaries and violating someone’s personal space isn’t right.

- why did they forget about trixie again? yes, i know that scarlett estevez had another project but this does not justify the bad writing. the girl lost her father and we only see her crying once because of that. no signs of this affecting her everyday life, not showing any consequences of her relationships with other people, not glimpse of any change in her behaviour. oh and also she loses lucifer too because time travel! great idea, writers! losing another close to her person would have been soooooo good for her psychic for sure.

- i also hate the idea that suddenly rory becomes the only child they care for. where is trixie when they spend their day on the beach? where is she when her mother dies? did writers forget about her as well as they did about michael?

- amenadiel being a police officer is… problematic. i was looking forward to this thread, i was kinda scared too and it turned out… meh. i’m white and not American, so this of course does not involve me at all, but i felt like this was not enough. harris basically said that there is nothing they can do to make it better for black folks. even though chloe and amenadiel want to make everything more just, we don’t actually see any change. the only thing is that harris becomes a detective (right? i’m not sure if i understood it correctly, so correct me if i’m wrong, please) which is a total contradiction of what she said before. suddenly she does not have to protect people anymore?

- in season 5 they stated that heaven and hell need to be fixed, as the system is unfair and unjust. at the end we don’t see any change, the only thing that is different is lucifer helping damned souls. it doesn’t help at all! these people still go to hell, they still suffer and there’s nothing that changed here! plus there is also this thing, that a sociopath who murdered people in cold blood goes to heaven (because he does not feel any guilt) and a person abused by her parents/partner/whoever goes to hell (because have been manipulated to feel guilt).

- dan making amends with trixie while… there wasn’t really anything to make amends about. like, most of the parents make mistakes while upbringing their children, but does this make them unworthy of heaven? i would have preferred dan to slowly regain his self-consciousness, how he positively affected the lives of people around him and by doing so – through conversations or maybe reliving some of the memories, he could have proved to himself that he is worthy of love and redemption.

phew, what a ride. i really liked dan being reunited with charlotte (it went just as i imagined) and mazeve dynamics. i even felt like they are finally a real life relationship – with people hurting each other by not understanding each other, but then talking and seeing other’s perspective. generally though, i’m very disappointed.

sorry for any mistakes, lacking commas etc. writing a text this long in not my native language was not easy.

#lucifer #lucifer netflix #lucifer spoilers #lucifer season 6

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jjungkooksthighs · 4 years ago

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Claws of Carnality | jjk (2)

Pairing: alpha jungkook x omega reader

Genre: smut, fluff and angst, abo/werewolf, fantasy

Rating: 18+ / nsfw

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mentions of violence (hunting), mentions of sex this chapter is really tame but it’s set up so yeah

Summary: In the aftermath of your presentation, you recollect on some the dreams that had been visited by the alpha you have met to meet. What happens when he makes good on his promise and finds you?

A/N: OKAY SO I REALLY FEEL LIKE THIS SUCKS, BUT HEY, THIS GIF APPLIES TO THIS CHAPTER IF YOU SQUINT! Let me know if you guys like this and I will write more. If not, I can always just leave this where it is (which is fine, but alpha koo is so cool to write omg)

part 1 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9

By the time that you’ve finished scrubbing away the evidence signaling your growth into maturity, the soiled sheets containing such proof had been stripped from your bed to be replaced with new, freshly laundered ones. To keep the essence of you there would firstly be unsanitary, but it was also a means of caution put in place to keep unwanted alphas from attempting to lay their claim on an unmated omega before one could be presented to all the available potential candidates. Part of you wonders if your alpha had caught your scent in all the bustle that surely was going on, for you surely had caught his even if you didn’t know what he looked like even what his name was.

Dark hair colored like the earth’s floor surfaces through your mind as you peer down at the article of clothing your grandmother must have laid out for you while you’d been bathing, a wave of excitement falling over you as you quickly set about putting it on. You fasten it with practiced ease after many years of helping your own omegean friends into their own unique pre-ceremonial dress.

It is a custom of your pack that, on the eve of the Offering Ceremony, newly presented omegas wear clothing that pays respect to the moon that guides the shifting, hunting and gathering of the wolves while also paying homage to the celestial system that, in the ancient legends, would selectively steer the most compatible of hearts towards one another in the tales of soulmates that would lead their pack into prosperity for generations to come.

It was said that the truest of a pair would complete each other in body and mind, their wolves complementing each other like the yin and yang of peace that was so desired amongst your kind.

As you pull your arms through the black lace that covers a fine silk of the same color, you can’t help but to notice the way the underlying material shimmers in the sunny light that glints off it in the small constellation of silvery spritzes to the silk that mirror the stars that, in the dark color of the body of the dress, perfectly recaptures the night sky. In the modestly cut ‘V’ style of the bodice, the trim on each side eventually intersects where the skirt begins and is colored a rich chrome color after the moon.

It matches with the thin band that crosses horizontally over your stomach to hold the bodice closed. Below that, your skirt is fitted just enough that it doesn’t hug your skin, but it is open enough to let air trail between your legs as it stops just along the underside of your knees. You make sure to tie a thick matching silk choker over your neck to nearly cover it in its entirety in effort to complete your ensemble, for it is another custom that newly presented omegas must partake in that you have to obey.

Such was put in place to lessen the temptation of alphas to try to scent an omega, for the show of skin in such an intimate place for wolves that were unmarked was a declaration of intent. To walk around without such a covering was dangerous, for it often would ensue fights between alphas and betas over the omega that had been unheedful of such consequences.

You did not want to be involved in attention like that, for you had always been a quiet, shy presence throughout your years on the compound. What your heart did long for, however, was to find its equal and thus to bask in the notice of he who had visited you in your fantasy, of he who had promised to find you. You truthfully had no idea who he was, but he was no stranger to your dreams. Well, he hadn’t been since the eclipse, anyway.

The first time you’d seen him, he’d been laying on his back while staring at the stars you enjoyed connecting the constellations of within the middle of a forest clearing, the silvery moonlight illuminating him in an ethereal light that had him glowing in radiance.

You’d been tentative to encroach on him and, in your timidity, had tried sinking back into the shadows only to snap a twig under your feet. He’d sat up quicker than lightning, his muscles tensed and ready to pounce as brilliant golden irises darted to the source of the sound only to pierce your own as you’d sucked in a breath at how deep and beautiful his eyes were despite how profoundly they dug interestedly into your own, effectively halting you were you stood as he rose from his place on the forest floor.

Your legs had been rooted in place under his commanding gaze and he’d cocked his head to the side like the wolf he was while he’d appraised you, your heart racing as you watched his brows knit together in confusion the picture of his ideal mate paired with the concoction of smells that coalesced into something that was uniquely your own yet had him drawn like a magnet in how deliciously your aroma swirled under his nostrils, his own pulse quickening as he instinctively lowered his head as you tilted yours back in silent submission that pulled at every fiber of your being in the presence of such a strong, handsome alpha.

It had been instant. His eyes widened when he’d daringly nudged at exposed your scent gland, his irises growing in size at the poignantly tempting aroma of you that clung salaciously to his lungs and very being. In turn, you gasped when the strong headiness of him insistently prodded at you until you were overtaken by its delicious amalgamation of smells, your muscles relaxing at the same time his did a turn of events that you did not understand for you believed it was all just a dream.

The second time you’d seen him, he’d found you next to a steady, crystalline stream with the moon as your light source and upon offering you his hand with some coaxing, he had led you through a field of flowers colored after every hue in the rainbow as he told you how you’d enchanted him with your beauty and scent that had so begun to saturate his every thought, his adulations rapidly bolstering your confidence in the sureness with which he declared them.

The third time, he’d followed you to a creek and had watched you dip your feet into the cool water that was such a balm to the hot air of the night only to step further into the body of water and be embraced by it still clothed in the dress that made you shine brighter than the moon in his eyes. It was you who had eventually asked him to join you after reddened cheeks and stuttered breaths upon realizing he’d been looking at nothing but you the entire time with brightened, enlarged irises.

Somehow, his competitive nature had stoked your playful side and before long, you were splashing each other with water and laughing heartily until your foot had caught on a sharp rock and you’d yelped in pain. Concern had been quick to shift his expression, not that you could that under the mop of hair that had veiled the upper part of his face, but you could hear the emotion in his voice as he reassured you that it would be okay before, to your surprise, he’d wrapped one arm around your back and another under your legs to carry you like some kind of bride before you setting you down on a rock to rip at the edge of his shirt in a show of strength that had your insides turning to mush as he promptly wrapped it around your foot while asking if you were alright and if you were in pain.

An irrational need to clear the worry away from him filled you and before you’d let yourself think about it, you’d laid your hand over his to thank him, not thinking too much on the way his skin was so hot to the touch. As if your words were the medicine he needed, the emotion drained away while you both had stared at each other. You hadn’t realized you’d been leaning forward until you nearly collapsed on top of him, lost as you had been in those expressive eyes of his.

The fourth time, you’d been incapable of resisting his call of howls only to find him thrashing in a cave growling for you. It was as if someone was hurting him from the inside in the pitch of his sounds, but you didn’t have any idea what to do. His shirt had been torn all over and in the dim light that reached into the cave, you thought you could make out the etchings of the extensive muscles that lined his chest, your mouth watering at the sight and yet you’d blamed on being in need of water in your inexperience to know what your body was doing.

You had stayed by his side regardless to bring him water and edible plants that you’d gathered in his lack of exiting the confined space, fondness for him swelling within you in your want to take away whatever pain was wracking him. You’d not been aware of what he wanted and the fact that neither of you had exchanged names made it difficult to console him since you were simply the girl from his dreams to him (or so you thought).

The fifth time, it had been you who had been sequestered to a grassy, woody den in the forest. Your body had quivered with need for something that you had yet to ascertain, but your companion had stayed true to you just as you had to him. Compassion shined in those golden irises as you’d wailed, your arms crossing over your stomach as you rolled back and forth irrationally in the tremors that violently shook your body. When you’d needed new foliage to lay on, he’d gotten it for you. When you’d wanted the cool creek water to be poured over your burning skin, he’d done that, too.

And when you’d asked for some meat to eat, it had taken all but five minutes for him to secure five rabbits that you ate the majority of in your insatiable hunger that only seemed to stretch on the more that you drank him in.

All had preceded the fantasy you’d had last night and you try to piece them together in what they could possibly mean as you grab what your thin arms can carry between pillar candles and tea-lights. You don’t stop stuffing them between your arms until you’re sure you can’t possibly carry any more, and every omega that passes by the storage closet in the omegean den where you currently are makes sure to congratulate as they pass much to the reddening of your cheeks at some overly obscene remarks of what is likely to come. It’s all so new and thrilling to you.

You’re honestly a little surprised that they all already know that you’d woken to the taint of your essence lathered all over you, but such is the way of things in that news spreads like wildfire amidst the close comraderies of omegas.

It should make you feel uncomfortable, but such monumental events are looked at as blessings amongst your pack and in the bustle of energy that the sudden ceremony has sparked in everyone, you can only feel the excited surges of anticipation as you and you alone begin to set about the preparations for the event at the break of dawn since you’d been the final omega in your rank and age group to present.

Through it all, you never lose the subtle trail of him, his scent lingering just enough for you to find yourself trying to move toward its origin, but never thick enough to pinpoint him completely despite your wolf urging you to continually to go to him, to find him.

You wonder what your alpha could be doing right now and what he might be thinking as you make your way through the green grasses that open up to frame the circular wooden stage that is overlooked by the timbered den of the elders. It is an impressive structure in how very imposing and tall it stands and the stage itself is longer, you are sure, than five meters across and back.

There are already stone braziers set strategically next to the stage that are used for annual selections for unbonded pairs of wolves and initiations of pups, but you can’t deny your favorite use for it would be the dance performances that are put on to celebrate each event.

Amongst the alphas in your pack, Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok and Kim Taehyung are among the three bachelors that woo all of the omegas and betas in the compound with the calculated ways they move their bodies that successfully has everyone, even you, swooning.

However, can’t say they hold a candle to the one alpha, in particular, that some believe to be an apparition in how little he is seen despite the fact that every time you catch his shadow, he’s always stolen away your breath and ability to think straight. The way that this alpha moves, in specific, demands your attention in how expressively calculated he is in his artistic movements that combine modern and old dance into a style that is completely his own.

You have only seen him perform twice, but by the moon above, you would never forget it. Each time, you swear his golden irises have shot through the whole crowd of screaming women and even men straight into you only to sink deliciously into you as he dances. It has set your blood alight each time, your pulse quickening in exhilaration at the prospect of that he may have noticed you.

You had noticed him first for this and, hungrily wanting to learn more about the enigmatic figure that could disappear without a trace for months on end without being seen or heard from, you had come to find out through utterances of longing by many omegeans that he was the pack alpha’s son, which made him next in line for assuming control over the entire compound.

You had also come to discover that, among his looks that were crafted by the gods, he came from a pedigree only of purebreds. This meant that he was one among the seven alphas- including the three bachelors already fawned over amongst the compound-in your pack that were gifted with bolstered speed, strength and abilities of which the majority of alphas today did not possess. Such made them extremely desirable to many of the omegas and betas, but for the life of you, you couldn’t see how they were any different from a regular alpha.

As you set out the tealights along the edges of the stage, you can’t help but to ponder why the alpha that had anchored himself to your thoughts long before your dreams is coming to your mind now and it’s when you’ve placed a pillar candle from under your arm onto the mounted holder, that’s when your thoughts are halted.

In the distance, you can discern the pervasively pungent stench of alphas and that’s when your eyes widen. You had forgotten that because of the Offering Ceremony, it was tradition for alphas to go on a hunt at the crack of dawn in effort to make a show of their prowess and ability to provide. This was done in effort to please or attract potential mates in the kills they would secure and gift to their selected omega or beta. You chastise yourself for taking too long, for an unmated omega was not supposed to be in the vicinity of an unbonded alpha due to the pheromones that could cause a premature heat. Your body is unstable right and now and that’s why-

Amongst the flurry of odors that pervade your sensitive nose, there is one that you pick up on, one that wafts deliciously like fresh cookies under your nostrils and around you before caressing your skin with the gentle wind that carries it to you. It is gently insistent in the way it encourages you to turn, to move. You’ve smelled this scent before, you know that you have.

Distantly, in the back of your mind, something tries to poke at your consciousness, but you pay it no mind as you try to complete your task futilely as the aroma whisks itself over you like whipped cream as it inches closer and closer, the soft crunching sound of grass underneath feet growing louder as it does.

You try to take deep breaths and regulate the shallow rise and fall of your chest that is not aided by the hope that twists heavily in your gut and when you clumsily try to make it appear as if you’re doing something constructive, you manage to knock the white pillar candle off of its place so that it lands on the ground with a thud.

Without thinking, you turn only to for you to hitch your breath as the solid planes of a golden and salaciously chiseled chest take up your vision. Your mouth goes dry when your irises dip downward at how obscenely low his ebony shirt dips with one side crossed over the other in a style that isn’t entirely different from the bodice you now wear save for the fact that it is a darker shade of black and is held together by a thicker band that circles a slim, hourglass shaped waist.

The lapels of his garment fold over each other and are accentuated by the charcoal colored pelt that lines his shoulders and trail lengthily down his body to cease around calves covered by dark black trousers that hug his corded thighs lewdly and you have to shut your mouth to stifle the sound of appreciation your body had traitorously wanted to release. If you had spit, you probably would lick your lips, but you don’t. Instead, you settle for trying to swallow the sudden lump in your throat, which is also non-yielding of the result you’d wanted.

“You know, I heard you omegas weren’t supposed to be near us big, bad alphas so soon,” he rumbles amusedly as your heart stutters at the familiar voice, “So, what are you doing out here all alone, pretty?”

You gulp animatedly, your irises refusing to move from the canvas of his chest because you know where you’ve heard that voice before, you realize as your skin pebbles in response to the same deep voice that drips deliciously atop it as your wolf cries for you to answer, to submit.

��I-I… I was setting up for the c-ceremony, that’s all.” You stutter as the alpha in front of you chuckles, the sound making your blood sing in response to the melodious sound as his golden irises inspect your familiar features, surety setting in for him that you really are her, the girl from his dream.

“Ah, so you are.” He muses as he cocks his head interestedly at you.

He had chosen to lead the alphas to a different hunting location today because he believed a new area would be a rich hunting ground, but he’d also come this way for another reason. As a purebred alpha, his nose was far better than any average alpha. Therefore, despite the clothes that you wear of which the threads of your dress have been dipped into oils that mask your own potent pheromones he knows to be on overdrive since your presentation, they are still ineffective in putting off his strong nostrils in how easy it had been to detect and find you like he’d wanted to.

His lips curl up when you fidget in a way exactly like she had, your hands clasping nervously together along your front and he’s struck with the irrational want to have you feel less distressed in his presence, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable around him.

The more pressing thing though is to look upon those eyes of yours that he’s been so bewitched by, for he hasn’t yet looked up those entrancing irises that had belonged to her and has to make sure, his wolf clawing at him now to find out as his deep voice fills the space between you, your own wolf preening under the attention as he says, “Come now, pretty omega, won’t you look at me? I won’t bite.”

With way that his velvety voice envelops you, you really can’t bring yourself to do anything but obey as your slowly trail your gaze along his Adam’s apple that is so defined it makes you want to salivate before continuing your ascent up to perfectly plump, soft lips crafted by the stars themselves. Those same lips had done so much to you in your dreams and images of it flash through your mind as you take a shaky breath that he mirrors in the anticipation that is nearly palpable in how heavy it settles over you both. When you finally settle your gaze on those golden irises that had taken up such a permanent residence in your thoughts, that’s when he utters, “Well, would you look at that...I always knew it would be you, but I never would’ve thought this would happen.”

At the same time that you had peered into his eyes while he gazed curiously at you, your irises had changed from the silver of the moon he had always been bewildered by to the gold of the sun like his own. In the exact moment, you’d witnessed his own do the same, his eyes changing to the color of your own.

Jungkook has always taken pride in his abilities as a purebred. They’d never steered him wrong before and they hadn’t now, either. It is why he hadn’t doubted the magnetizing pull that had brought him here as encouraged by his nose that could track anything. It is also why his very being is colored with entertainment at your cute reaction that he’d had some inkling of some time ago.

What is a pleasant surprise, however, is the fact that the moon itself has chosen you as his mate in the gift it had bestowed on the two of you. And as his eyes rove over you, he can’t help but grin. He’d always had his eye set on you, anyway.

You gasp in incredulity when you realize what’s just happened and to whom it has happened with as you fall back against the stage, completely floored by the howling of your wolf to go to him and accept it.

You’re just supposed to accept the fact that the alpha you’ve pined so badly for has been selected for you by the moon itself in the legendary soulmate’s gift of sight, which allows two fated wolves to see their eyes in the mate that completes them. You’re just supposed to casually accept that your fated mate is the alpha that everyone wants, including you. You’re just meant to easily believe that the alpha you begged to be claimed by while he had his cock rammed inside you within your fantasy is Jeon fucking Jungkook and that he’s your alpha.

As you splutter and try to find anything to say in the shock that will soon leave your legs trembling, the alpha just smirks as he cards a hand through his hair in a display that has you licking at your lips despite everything as he flicks a brow, “What’s wrong, pretty? Cat got your tongue?”

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pure-kirarin · 4 years ago

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The rose left unwatered (Law x f!reader)

Heyo guys ! this is my first multi part fanfiction and I hope that you will all like it =w=. No TW for now apart for coming smut in next chapters~ This was originally a request by @soul-stealer-reaper . Thanks for requesting :) originally you asked for a scenario with rough NSFW where Law has a crush on a girl that the government is afraid of and that has high bounty. As this will have some parts, everything you asked for will come in the next chapters so no worries :’) ! I won’t hide that wrote quite freely tho, I hope that it’s fine. Synopsis : You have felt unwanted for so long that you forgot the last time you felt like you belonged. Quite paradoxical, when you are one of the most wanted “criminals” in the new world. You cross paths with Law after joining the strawhats at Fishman Island to “kill some time” and you both feel a weird connection from the moment your eyes met, curiosity, hatred or desire, did it really matter as long as feelings were involved ? ---------------------------

A rose left unwatered will wither, A heart left unloved will rot, A sweet dream left untouched will go bitter, A love left unspoken will be forgot. Nemo - Murder in Venice

The first time that Law saw you, he found you extremely annoying. He remembered that he saw your wanted poster somewhere, with one of the highest bounties that he has ever seen. Seeing such a high bounty made him raise an eyebrow at first, what could you have done to have the whole world on your back ? The second thought that came to his mind was that of detachement, then he flinched at that thought.

The first time that Law saw you in person was after his Allience with the strawhats. You stayed at the ship the whole time, you didn't even bother to follow others to punk Hazard or to help them with their plans. He thought that you were an extremely selfish person and you reminded him of the person that he hated most. That way you had of doing what you wanted without caring about others, the smirk you had on your lips at all times, never submitting, always acting so sure of yourself, it irritated him.

How could someone get such a strong reaction out of him ? He didn't even know, he always eyed you from afar and it was enough to know that you prfoundly, passionately got on his nerves.

You joined the strawhats in the Fishmen Island, finding your way to them and just asking to join. Luffy's simplistic demeanor meant that he accepted right away, not caring about who you were and not flinching at your high bounty.

You made it clear that you were just staying to be entertained, in fact, you didn't want to fight, you didn't want to help anyone, your curiosity was just peaked by Luffy, by that man that defied the world government, by that man that defied everyone at Marineford. You weren't impressed, but you just felt sympathy towards him and wanted to find some company.

You found what you were looking for, in fact, life with the strawhats was enjoyable, you didn't get along with Usopp or Nami. The former thought that you were « too scary » and would kill them in their sleep, the latter hated how little you were willing to cooperate.

You had your own reason, but nobody on that ship was able to grasp your personnality, you just had your own way of thinking, your own internal logic that nobody seemed to get. Who were you ? Why were you there and why was the whole world on your back ? All these questions were provoking Law, teasing him endlessly. His curiosity was growing day after day and you were always there, on a lounge chair enjoying the burn of the sun on your skin, not caring about anything else, not caring about him, not that he cared...did he ? You got on his nerves just by being there, he felt obseverd yet, he wasn't the kind of people to get flustered but your gaze was so intense, feline.

It was a soft night on the sunny, a few days before getting to Dressrosa. On this night, the strawhats decided to gather around after dinner like always. They enjoyed socializing and spending time together, telling stories and playing silly games. It was quite late so Momo was already sleeping. Everyone was on the deck enjoying some drinks and you were on the crow's nest, peaceful.

« Y/N-chaaawn~ » Screamed Sanji, making you look down. « Come have some fun with us, don't stay there on your own ! »

« - Yeah Y/N ! We're all having fun here. » Said Luffy.

You jumped gracefully from the crow's nest just like a cat. You then looked around circularly before taking place between Law and Robin as she silently made some space for you. The atmosphere was light and everyone was enjoying themselves. Zoro was drinking bottle after bottle as Sanji was screaming at him. Usopp was telling you all for the tenth time about how he took down a sea king with his little finger and Luffy and Chopper were captivated by how cool that was.

You were just silently enjoying that sense of peace till Nami asked you out of nowhere

« Oh true Y/N, I actually never asked but I am curious, why is your bounty so high ? What have you done ? »

For a second your expression changed and everyone's eyes were on you. You just decided to tell them some kind of lie and you said that you killed a celestial dragon. Everyone looked at you in awe, killing a celestial dragon means that you had to escape from admirals. You excused yourself then saying you were tired, therefore going to sleep.

After hours of partying Strawhats went to sleep. You got out of the girl's quarter wearing only a night gown. Your thoughts were waltzing since earlier's events and you were looking melancolically at the ocean. The sound of the waves was so calming, you got close to the board of the sunny, placing your elbows on the wooden surface. You didn't notice it when Law came your way, he wasn't sleeping either, his sleeping schedule was always herractic. He was still intrigued by the lie you told earlier and by your overall attitude, something about you drew him towards you like a magnet.

-(Y/N)-ya...You didn't kill a celestial dragon, did you?

His voice was low and hoarse, stealing a murmur out of your lips. Your eyes met his, gray, icy. It was the first time he said your name outloud, actually, you briefly ever interacted since he got on this ship.

-Trafalgar ?..

You were wondering why did he bring this up, he never ever showed interest in you and you in him. In fact, now that you looked at him more in detail, you could say that he was an exceptionally handsome male with soft dark hair and a gloomy but all the more seductive cast of demeanor.

He could obtain any female he wanted at a snap of his fingers. You looked away and added :

-I thought that you disliked me. Why do you even ask ?

He raised an eyebrow, but got back to his stoic expression almost immediatly. He didn't know that it showed. However, you were wrong, he was starting to get intrigued by you, by your high bounty, by the detached way you acted. He was usually the one to observe and analyse people, but something about you...He couldn't put a finger on.

-I don't like lies.

-I have my own reasons...I'm sure there are a lot of things that you want to keep secret.

You hesitated then looked his side. He seemed calm still and just shrugged, ready to go back to his spot but then you added ;

-I lied because I didn't want to involve anyone in this...When I was just a child, I was a part of a dozen kids that were selected to take part into a « government experiment »...I don't want to go into details but...you clenched your fist, eyes fixed on an imaginary point in front of you I am the only survivor of that experiment...Therefore I'm being tracked... We were given power...To this day I don't know its extent...But I know that with just a blow of my fingers I could...you gasped How could a child be granted such a power ? Why did they have to choose for me ? I didn't want any of this....I never wanted to fight, I don't want to fight. I just wanted to be normal, to have a family, to feel wanted...haha...your laugh was bitter I mean, I know that I am the most wanted person you probably met, but I didn't mean it in that way. I hope that this satisfies your curiosity, Trafalgar Law.

Your eyes met, he looked in them, deep, searching for traces of honesty. You were telling the truth, there wasn't a doubt. He liked the way his name sounded out of your lips, it was the first time that he heard these three letters murmured by you. It's as if his first name sounded different, you had that way of saying it, almost like a whisper. You looked so vulnerable in your nightgown, so fragile despite your usual arrogant carapace. The fiery tigress looked like a sweet kitten and he was surprised by the way he just wanted to reassure you. He brushed that thought quickly and added, stoic ;

-I see, why did you tell me ?

-You just asked me to, no ? I just felt like we were a bit alike...Ah. Also, quit asking me questions....This is starting to feel like a doctor examination...Now it's my turn to ask. Why do you even care ? I didn't think that the surgeon of death was such a curious person.

He scratched his chin, hesitating for a second, but then he just said bluntly ;

-The first time I saw you, I thought that you were extremely annoying.

- Ah ? you looked at him with a straight face, but still a bit offended If we're playing first impressions then...

-But I get it now.

He wasn't annoyed, in fact, he was just fascinated. It wasn't animosity that he felt but desire to know more about you. It wasn't that he was making sure that you're not endangering anyone, he wanted to look at you, it was just excuses upon excuses, rationalization for a case of irrational fascination. Now that the diagnostic was there, he could understand his emotions more clearly.

-You are talking in riddles but well...Whatever...Why did you form an alliance with Luffy by the way ? I wonder how you're able to handle all of his energy if you can't even stand mine haha.

-Let me correct you ; I don't hate you. He stops for a moment then he adds. There is a man that I would like to kill.

You turn now, back against the wooden border of the ship. You had an amused look on your face, wondering who was that man that he wanted to take down ;

-Now that's interesting ! Let me guess, who is it ?

-You are quite curious yourself, (Y/N)-ya...

He thought it was only fair, you opened up to him, he opened up to you, but telling you the details wasn't for now.

-So you are using the strawhats ?

-I am not sure who is using who. And what is your reason for joing the strawhats ?

-Luffy, you said with dreamy eyes, it's the D in his name...I have been drawn to people with this letter in their names like a magnet...I don't know...I just believe it's fate...

He was startled by your answer, so you knew about the « D » letter ? He also had this letter in his name...He just added then, with a face that didn't betray his surprise ;

-Oh , a girl like you believes in such romantic stories ?

-And what is a girl like me like ? You added, amused. I mean, apart from annoying.

-...Quit it already.

His tone was stable as always. He didn't show it but he thought that it was cute of you, how you insisted and played along. You faced him, your eyes looking right into his and you weren't one to look down, oh no. Irisis into his irisis, looking for him and digging something into him. He didn't even know what you meant by such a look, once again, feline.

The salty smell of the ocean's water mixed with the odor of your fruity perfume made that moment a bit more enjoyable and he wasn't even the type of person to enjoy chatting.

Check mate, you made up for that horrible first impression. You added then ;

-You avoided my question by the way, why wouldn't I believe in « such romantic stories » ? What do you think you know about « a girl like me » ?

You got a bit closer, amused, and he thought that it was getting a bit dangerous. You had a fake woeful look in your eyes. His limbs were filled to the brim with that ocean perfume of yours mixed with that sweet taste, and for a second it was as if that odor operated some kind of spell over him, because a surprising thought occured to his mind ; what would your lips taste like ? Certainly salty like the ocean and a tad like peaches.

Unsettled and unfocused he said ;

-Shouldn't you be sleeping ?

In reality, he didn't want these thoughts to make a nest out of his head and decided to cut the conversation quite abruptly. Your rocked your body back, almost like a child and rose your eyebrows in a semi-sarcastic semi-dramatic way.

-I'm a bit too old for a bed time don't you think, Trafalgar ?

-Just Law.

-Yes yes ! L-a-w...See you tomorrow ! You're not as uptight as I thought.

-(Y/N)-ya.

He just said your name in a strict way, probably indicating that you needed to go. His tone was firm, stop teasing already.

You looked at him with a diminishing smile, pronouncing every single letter so slowly, stretching his name on your lips so that these three tiny letters seemed endless. You tossed your hair, and something about the whole situation, about your feminine charm, something about the breeze of the night made the both of you feel unbearable tension. The type of tension that happens between a man and a woman at three in the morning, that tension that makes every little detail, every look in the eyes, every brush of the fingers feel indecent.

The eyes of a woman can't lie, his ego was stroked as he thought he had a glimpse of your hidden desire.You turned to go back to the girl's quarters, his eyes still hanged on your silhouette. ----------- I hope that you liked this first part. Please tell me what you think. It is a great motivator to know that I’m writing and being read. <3 I wish you all a nice day !

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fictionadventurer · 3 years ago

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I can’t stop thinking about the Superman AU where Kara doesn’t get lost in the Phantom Zone so both children are raised by the Kents.

Kara’s ship was set up to teach her English (and possibly other Earth languages) during the trip, so the Kents learn the whole story of Krypton right away. Both kids keep their Kryptonian first names.

Kara’s extremely protective/possessive of Kal at first. She was sent across solar systems to take care of this kid, and it’s hard to step back and let anyone else fill that parent role.

Right away, the Kents notice that Kara’s stronger and faster and more durable than a human, but she doesn’t start developing outright superpowers for at least a few years. Kal starts showing signs of it by the time he’s in kindergarten, though extreme powers don’t really start to develop until his teenage years.

Kara’s homeschooled for a few years, but she does attend Smallville High for, yes, the socialization. (And to quell some of the rumors about the weird kids the Kents adopted).

The Kents have a swingset that’s the site of tons of terrifying acrobatic stunts from two children who are developing powers of invulnerability and flight.

Kara never quite loses her Kryptonian accent. In high school, there’s a running gag where she claims the accent is from more and more ridiculous places. Metropolis. France. Antarctica. Mars. Middle Earth.

(One time someone joked that her accent was from Alderaan, and it hit way too close to home).

(The official story from the Kents is that Kara was adopted from parents who did a lot of traveling and her mixed-up accent was worsened by a mild hearing/speech impairment).

The Kent household is bilingual. The kids are both fluent in Kryptonian, and Martha and Jon made sincere efforts to learn, though they’ll never be really adept. About half of the conversations in the house occur in a pidgin Krypt-lish.

For Kara’s sake, they try to adopt Kryptonian celebrations into their family traditions, but it’s difficult when a good chunk of Kryptonian holidays celebrate celestial events that they can no longer see or family connections that no longer exist.

Kara = Jock Girl. Kal = Nerd Boy.

Kara’s smart, but her early education on a different planet makes it harder to adapt to this world’s knowledge system, so she doesn’t put her focus toward academics.

She’s somehow both a tomboy and the girliest possible girl. She’ll be shoveling manure one minute and buying mascara the next.

She’s also got a very practical, no-nonsense personality, but she’s devoted to her carefully curated selection of stuff animals. She may have made one or two based on memories of Kryptonian animals.

Kara’s on a couple of athletic teams in high school. I could see her being on a dance team because good performance requires her to work in sync with the entire team, so her superpowers don’t give her that much of an advantage. And she’s in volleyball because she has a volleyball girl vibe.

Kal’s more introverted and sheltered (especially with two protective mother figures hovering over him), but he grows up comfortably human while fully acknowledging his Kryptonian heritage. He really does need glasses as a kid, learns to read young, and overall slots comfortably into the role of Friendly Neighborhood Nerd from his early elementary years.

(”What’s Kal short for?” people ask him. “Kaleidoscope”, he replies.)

Both kids are close with both Kents, but Kara has a particularly strong bond with Jonathan while Kal is more similar to Martha.

Kal bonds with Martha over her collection of pulp sci-fi books. (Kara finds their depictions of other worlds too unrealistic). They’re also both Star Trek fans--Kal prefers the original series, while Martha prefers Next Gen.

Kara stays on the farm after graduating high school. She still feels a strong duty to stay and care for Kal, and though she won’t say it out loud, she needs to cling to the sense of home that Smallville provides after losing her home planet.

She helps out with the farm work, and also works as a paramedic and/or firefighter. The job serves her caretaker strengths, and also provides a lot of opportunities to use her powers to rush to the rescue. It doesn’t take long for the “Smallville Angel” to become a local cryptid.

Her love interest is a down-home Smallville boy. Possibly a high school sweetheart, possibly someone she meets on the job, whether working alongside him or helping to rescue him. He has a very hands-on job, whether it’s as a firefighter, construction worker, or a farmer.

By the time Kal’s a high school freshman, he takes over the Smallville High paper and transforms it from a sports-scores-and-lunch-menus fluff page into a hard-hitting investigative paper. Within his first few months on the paper, he uncovers an embezzlement scandal at the school.

Kal is far more at home in Smallville than Kara is, but because it’s the only home he’s known, he also feels more of a drive to explore the world outside it. He does some traveling after high school, goes to Metropolis for college, and though he visits Smallville frequently, he never lives there again after leaving.

Kara gets married (to the above-mentioned love interest) around the same time that Kal graduates high school. They settle down in Smallville.

Kara has at least one biological kid, but she also becomes a stepmother/adopted mother. Could be that her love interest is a widower with children from his previous marriage. Maybe they adopt a couple of his brother’s kids. Maybe they adopt some kids from a rescue situation Kara came across. But I want Kara to have to deal with some of the “You’re not my real mom” stuff that she put Martha through.

(And it’s even more interesting from the perspective of the kids. When do you tell them? How do they deal with “my stepmother is a space alien who shoots lasers from her eyes”?)

Kal takes up hero work in Metropolis, but has a harder time keeping his identity secret with so many eyes around. With his imagination primed by pulp sci-fi, it doesn’t take long to come up with the idea of a costumed alter ego. Kara thinks it’s a bit silly, but her heart soars when she sees the costume’s focal point is the House of El crest, and she loves that it becomes a symbol of hope for this world.

It’s a big step when Kal brings Lois home to meet the parents, but the real test is when she meets Kara.

“She’s my big sister. Well, really my cousin. Also kind of my mom.”

“I didn’t think you were that kind of hick, Smallville.”

If she’s being completely honest, Lois is intimidated by the idea of meeting someone with all of Kal’s abilities and a mother-wolf instinct to protect him. But the Kents are intimidated by Kal getting involved with an investigative journalist who’s the daughter of a military general.

They hit it off great, though, and both sides quickly realize they have nothing to worry about.

There’s also a huge Kent extended family that was involved with these kids from the moment that Jon and Martha found spaceships in their cornfield. The Kents are exactly the clan you want at your back when you need to hide two alien kids from the government. Need fake identification and adoption papers? Someone to steer the Men in Black off the trail? The Kents will pitch in with enthusiasm.

Not everyone in the family knows about their abilities or secret identities, but they’re a close-knit clan anyway. They have a harder time adjusting to having city-gal Lois among their ranks than two space alien kids.

It’s a crazy, chaotic, blended and adopted family that’s growing and shifting over the years and always provides a place for Kara and Kal to belong.

#superman #supergirl #this is awesomebutunpractical's fault #i started thinking about kara raised by the kents and then kal decided to show up anyway #kara's not built on anything canon #i'm just building off of teenage girl from an exalted family sent to raise a kid on a farm #but i'm still flashing back to my days watching supergirl's early seasons #the great thing about this franchise is that it's built on so many fragments that there is no canon #and even an au can be just as canon as anything else #i'm sorry this is long #even if no one else cares about this extremely mundane au i'm attached to it

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devildomdoofus · 4 years ago

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Winter Storm

Part 1

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

WARNINGS:

‼️contains spoilers from chp. 16‼️

[[ angst, cursing, anxiety, fear/terror, depression, survival, near death experiences, mentions of blood/bleeding, hypothermia, dehydration, fainting, severe pain, cliffhangers ]]

Authors Note (sorry it’s long):

My sincerest apologies for how long you all had to wait!! I’m hoping what I’ve created was worth it. Because each brothers’ pieces were rather extensive especially being on mobile, I’ve decided to divide them into two parts where part one includes the four eldest brothers and part two includes the remaining. This is also to test the waters a bit and see if my writing style is decent enough to continue or if there are changes that need to be made before posting part two. Also, I purposefully wrote “cliffhangers” because I felt that, as reader, you should be able to decide MC’s fate for yourself according to your personal tastes/moods/etc. I hope it doesn’t come off as lazy.. it was intentional so that you may enjoy the content to the fullest and take it in the direction that you choose and not the author.CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED!! Good, bad, or indifferent, your feedback will help me write better for you in the future so you can enjoy my content to the upmost extent!! ALSO: If the spacing is weird with the paragraphs and such, I’m very sorry but for the time being, I have no idea how to fix that considering I’m on mobile and there’s only so much the app allows me to do. Anyway, I hope you all dig what I dish out! Thanks again for your patience, support, and understanding!! -DevildomDoofus

UPDATE (2-19-2021): Part 2 is out!! Unfortunately I don’t have enough content to make a master list quite yet but until then, forgive me, but you’ll have to search my blog using the hastag “devildomdoofus” or “my posts.” Don’t worry, I’ll get my blog in order eventually, I’m just a little slow with these kinds of things 😅 thank you for your patience and understanding!!

- DevildomDoofus

Prologue:

One word, a pair of twinkling eyes, and a pouty lip was all it took for you to convince him to vacation with you up in the human world. Maybe a few more ‘fluffy’ words and a bigger pout had to be used on Lucifer, as his paranoia was, more often times than not, justified by his brothers’ antics so... he needed further convincing.

When you two arrive at the cabin that you were to stay in for the week, you eyed the place over and it was rather beautifully decorated and cozy enough to never set foot outside for eternity, but with the wonderland that was just right outside your door, how could you not? By the celestial realm, it was like a dream. The ground was carpeted with fresh sheets or large comforters, rather of glistening white snow that reached just above your ankles, so soft to the touch that it could almost be compared to the cushy feel of Belphegor’s favorite pillow. The mighty mountains reach up to graze their fingers through the few clouds that wisp across the bluest skies... have they always been this blue? The nearby forest that towered over all, beckoned you to join them in their dance with the gentle wind. In other words, you HAD to explore! You set out on a solo trip to get aquatinted with your surroundings and take pictures to reminisce about later, while the one you came with unpacked your belongings to get rightfully settled in. You promised you wouldn’t wander far, just enough to really take in the scenery before venturing further out together. As a precaution, you dug markings on nearby trees as you tread and left stones in consistent, peculiar piles so that in the event of an emergency, any who might have to come looking for you would notice these things and easily be able to follow in your footsteps. Well, more or less, considering the clouds had secretly huddled up above you for another gentle snow shower and are now covering up your footprints. No worries though, right? You left plenty of stone piles and tree markings and you’re not even that far from the cabin. Someone could surely find you if you needed them to. You pushed onward, too entranced by the world around you to turn back now.

As time passed, storm clouds gathered faster than a pack of hungry wolves over a freshly fallen corpse and this became your cue to hurry home. To your dismay, you couldn’t find ANY of the markings you left on the trees or ANY of the stone piles you made. Ok, that’s not great but everything’s fine. The trick is to not panic. Maybe you just wandered a little farther of the beaten path than you realized. You’ll surely find your way back. As you searched high and low for your markings, the wind began to pick up, howling furiously in your ear and the once gently drifting little snowflakes became hardened, frosted hornets, stinging your face until they bit through your exposed skin and caused you to bleed. So much snow and ice, you could barely see 2 feet in front of you and could hardly lift your legs high enough to move forward as the levels of snow quickly rose to just above your knee. You had packed and dressed for whatever these snowy mountains could throw at you, but nothing could protect you from the fury of a raging blizzard for long. Pain from the dropping temperatures began at the tips of your toes and fingers and the longer you tried to find your way back, the more the pain spread and the harder it was to move anything at all. Everything inside of you, every fiber of your being was screaming for you to stop, for the pain was becoming too great but you just HAD to make your way back or you would surely die out here. These thoughts were starting to make you panic. Just as you were thinking it couldn’t get any worse, the wind grew even stronger and was starting to knock you to your knees. At this rate, you were causing more harm than good to yourself, perilously trying to toughen it out. Instead, you decided to find a makeshift shelter, just strong and big enough to keep the snow and wind off of you as you would attempt to warm up.

As if by divine intervention, you could make out a large rock formation with an opening big enough for you to huddle up under, just ahead of you. You ducked low and crawled in, hunkering down in your saving grace. As you shivered in the shadows, heaving and trying to collect yourself before deciding what to do next, you realized that numbness had settled into your limbs and you could no longer feel them, much less move them. You tried, desperately, over and over to inch them in any way but damn it, nothing would. Tears began to puddle at the corners of your eyes as your mind began to race. You should have never left the cabin alone. You knew better, you just couldn’t help yourself. The tears started to fall more and more as the thoughts started spiraling. How could you be so stupid? Now no one is going to find you and you’re going to die here, alone and deathly afraid. You could no longer contain your cries and in one last fleeting attempt to be rescued, you screamed for help with as much force as your withering lungs would allow. Nothing but the wind answered your cries. Before you knew it, your body was shutting down and your eyes fluttered shut right as you fainted against the rocky wall behind you. The panic, the wet and the cold, dehydration, the pain that once gripped your entire body that then turned to numbness, the overexertion, the hypothermia that was setting in; it was all too much for your body to handle anymore. Limp against the stone, you were quickly turning into a human icicle. This is how he finds you.

Lucifer:

Lucifer had been prepping for dinner for later that evening, as some meals tend to take an eternity to prepare, when the hair on the back of his neck pricked up and an uneasy feeling settled into his stomach. He could sense something was wrong even before the storm clouds rolled in. There was no way to explain it other than something is or was going to be terribly, terribly wrong. It’s the same feeling he gets when his brothers are up to no good or are in some form of trouble. It comes with the responsibility of being the eldest brother. He, indeed, trusted you enough for you to go alone for the simple fact that you were the most responsible out of his brothers, but that did not mean he didn’t still feel a bit uncomfortable with you out of his immediate supervision considering you’re human and humans tend to make many, many mistakes. You’re a child by no means and can handle yourself incredibly well, as evident by your time in the devildom and at R.A.D. He knows this and believes you could conquer the world if you so chose to do so. But even YOU know that he only acts and does these certain things that can come off as overbearing to some because he cares so deeply for you that he tries his damndest to prevent any harm that may come to you. Physcial or emotional, accidental or self-inflicted, whatever the case may be. He would give his life and soul up for you, just as he had done for Lilith. That is why this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach upset him so. He had to find you. He set out to look for you and quickly noticed a pattern. The markings and piles of stones, he assumed, were yours and, for a fleeting moment, it filled him with pride to know that you went about your adventure with a proper head upon your shoulders. Still, he had to see you and be able to hold you in his arms so that his worrisome mind could be put to rest. He followed the trail until it ended with you nowhere in sight. “MC, darling, what have you gotten yourself into this time?” Though calm in his demeaner, he was still fidgeting beneath the surface. Through the wind and hail that was picking up, he heard your cries from miles off and like a bat out of devildom, races to you. From pounding out of his chest to dropping through the crust of the Earth, Lucifer’s heart collapsed when he found you. “MC...” He rushed to your side in the blink of an eye and shouted your name over and over, but you didn’t respond. He rips a glove off and places two fingers to the side of your neck. Your pulse was so low, he had to press his ear to your chest, but even your heart was far too faint to be heard by human ear. Thank Diavolo he was a demon or he would have assumed the worst. You rarely see this man lose his composure, even behind closed doors. But now, when he looks at you and your state of comatose for the second time in his life, he becomes frantic. So many emotions racing through him, he doesn’t notice the tears welling in his eyes or his demon form breaking the surface. His fist clenches and he slams it into the ground next you, creating a cavity in the stone. He almost lost you once, he won’t let it happen again.

Before his emotions get the better of him, he swiftly yet ever so gently scoops you into his arms and immediately transports you both back to the cabin where he could try and warm you up and bring you back to your old self. Back to him. Bursting through the door, he rushes to place you gingerly onto the couch in front of the fireplace and carefully strips you of all the wet clothing, replacing them with warm, dry pairs. He wraps your neck with a thick scarf, slips fuzzy mittens on your hands, covers your head in a knitted hat, and drapes multiple blankets over your body. He then tosses wood into the fireplace, setting them ablaze before circling the couch and pushing it, and inherently you, closer to the warmth of the fire. All of this within the blink of an eye. He finally sits next to you on the cushions and takes you back into his arms, fearing that if he ever lets go, he will truly lose you once and for all. He’ll occasionally reach a hand up to the side of your neck or to your wrist, checking your pulse. Still too damn low. How in the devildom could he let this happen? For hours, he stays like this with you, keeping you so close to his chest that from the outside looking in, it would seem he was smothering you. The entire time he cradles you, he is mentally abusing himself for not being with you. For letting you go out alone. For not protecting you. For going against his better judgement and agreeing to come out here with you in the first place- no... that’s not it.. He’s frustrated with himself for you going against your better judgement and choosing him to be the one to come with you. Him of all people. He couldn’t protect Lilith in the Great War, he couldn’t protect you when Belphegor tried to kill you, and now here you are, lifeless in his embrace and fighting to stay alive once again because he couldn’t protect you from the storm. The tears began to fall from his eyes once more and they dropped onto your cheek. He looks down at you, cupping your face in his hand and tenderly wipes his tears from your skin. “Please,” he begs through the lips that threaten to quiver. “Please MC. Come back to me, darling.” He shuts his eyes and presses his forehead to yours over the knitted hat. Hoping, if only he could pray, for you to come back.

Mammon:

Before the storm even rolled in, Mammon went looking for you. It was unnatural for you two to be separated for this long and he didn’t like it. Not one bit. “Damn it, MC! We’re supposed to be doing this stupid vacation thing together,” he grumbles, as he stomps out of the house in a little Mammon tantrum. He saw your markings on the trees and piles of stones and began to think you set up the whole ‘going on a solo adventure’ thing as a prank. He chuckles to himself and beams a bit in pride. “My clever little human, turning into me.” A seemingly great idea at first, but the more he thought on it, SERIOUSLY thought on it, the more that two Mammons seemed like a bad idea. But he’d like to go over the so called ‘bad idea’ with you if he could just find you. He followed your markings until they stopped and that’s when the storm clouds rolled in. He was starting to get nervous. Yes, you hid and jumped out at him in an attempt to scare him on numerous occasions (which hardly worked, considering he was a demon and quite frankly, a powerful demon at that) back in the devildom but... this situation seemed different. Having been around you and your person the longest, he gained a sixth sense specifically for you. Your warm presence, your delectable soul essence, your precious voice, your thoughts and feelings, your wonderful heartbeat; he could feel them all, even when you returned to the human world for a bit. He could feel them all until now and it felt like he had gone numb. His nervousness turned to anxiousness. The only other time this numbing sensation has happened to him before is when Belphegor tried to off you right in front of him. He so very often wishes he could just wipe those memories from his mind forever...

For a moment, he thinks he can hear your voice, as faint as it is. “MC!!” He follows the direction he thinks your voice is coming from and calls your name again but with no reply. Then he hears it. One ever so minute thump of your heartbeat. He follows the sound like a wolf after a lamb until he comes across the little miniature cave his lamb had taken shelter under. He crawls in and he‘s instantly frozen in place. “MC?” You’re.. ? No you couldn’t be, you just couldn’t be. “C’mon MC, qu-quit foolin’ around. We have to go home. It’s s-storming like crazy out there, ya know?” Only the little echo of the cracks in his voice are his reply. He takes one of your hands in his and- shit! They’re so cold! Colder than when held you that time you were almost kill-NO! He lets go of your hand and grabs you by the shoulders instead, shaking you frantically. “MC, please, ya gotta wake up! This isn’t funny anymore!” The longer he shook you with no sign of you waking up, the more his eyes glazed over with tears. “MC!! WAKE UP!!” He growls, frustration and demon form taking over. Your body slides like a rag doll into his arms and that’s when he finally realizes that this is no prank and you’re in serious, serious danger. His heart disintegrates in his chest and nothing could stop the tears from cascading down his face like rain. For just a few moments, he sits there in that cave, holding your frozen body in his arms and rocking you as he cries heavily into your hair. He’s so hurt, so fucking hurt that this is the second time that he couldn’t protect you when he said he would. But by Diavolo, he had to keep trying until the absolute very last millisecond.

He gets a grip on himself, cradles you tightly into his embrace and skyrockets back to the cabin. Once there, he’s doing anything and everything in his power to get you warm. Heated blankets, warm and dry clothes, thick gloves, fuzzy hats, warmed pillows and cushions, a fire in the fireplace, the thermostat cranked up by 5 degrees, EVERYTHING. He even went to the extent of placing his bare hands into the fire, pulling them out to cool them down to an appropriate temperature, and then placing them over your ears, under the hat and across your forehead, or he would cradle your face in his hands to gingerly brush his warmed thumbs over your cheeks and nose. He simply could not sit still. There had to be something more he could do to help you, something more he could do to make up for his mistakes. He couldn’t stop no matter what. He loved you too much to give up so easily.

Leviathan:

Leviathan had originally intended to get both of your belongings unpacked as quickly as possible so that later that evening, you two could have a video game binge with the new game the TSL franchise came out with, honestly he did, but... as soon as he turned on the tv to test the reception in the area, one of the human shows you often mentioned to him popped up on the screen and he was instantly glued to the couch. The characters were as entertaining as you had described them in that cute way where your eyes sparkled and lips curled into a smile. He loved the way you beamed with joy He loved y- He couldn’t pry his eyes away from the screen, not even for a second. That is, until 20 minutes later and the show turned to static. “Oh for crying out loud,” he grumbles as he clicks the tv off and tosses the remote to the side. It was just like this normie of a human world to have terrible reception, especially during an intense episode. Surely he had it recorded somewhere back in his room in the Devildom. With newfound boredom, he stepped to the window and looked outside. Sheesh, it had gotten dark rather quick. It would be an awful shame for someone to be stuck out in this impending weather, just as the food in TSL had been stuck in terrible weather that The Lord of Fools sent The Lord of Flies. Such a kind gesture from the Lord of Fools, considering his former lover, Geldie, was found frozen in- “OH SHIT! MC!!”

He kicked open the door and stumbled around in the snow and gusting winds before getting his snow legs, then frantically circled the cabin, looking for any sign of you. He finds the markings in the trees and little stone piles and figured that they must belong to you. As he tread, he couldn’t help but beat himself up for letting you go alone, especially considering neither of you knew the area well enough. He understood, more than anyone in all the realms, that time alone is sacred and shouldn’t be interrupted without a legitimate reason. But even still, he wished that you would have teased him to go with you, like you often times did, until he would inevitably cave and follow behind you as he would then talk about the situation being “like that one scene from that one anime we watched together where the male protagonist somehow turns into a puppy, lost and confused, until the female protagonist comes along and takes him in and loves him for who he is and he turns back into a human and follows her around like he did when he was a puppy and-...” The rest of the walk would be filled with talks of which anime or show or video game resembled each moment you two shared.. and you loved every second of it. His eyes lit up like the sun shone right behind them and his precious little grin when he would recall humorous scenes. He would blush when he caught you staring and stumble over the next few sentences before eventually shutting up and just holding your hand (for safety of course) as you giggled at him for being so damn cute. His memories of those times kept him warm as they could as he continued onward in search of you, hoping that you weren’t in too much danger. But with how little mercy the storm was showing him, the possibility of you being safe and sound was rapidly decreasing.

Your marked trail came to an end but you weren’t there. Instead, there was only the howling winds and cascading ice to mock him. Oh no, this is bad. This is very, very bad. He shouted your name in an attempt for you to hear his voice and be able to find your way to him but he received no answer. He shouted louder and louder but you simply wouldn’t answer. “Shit, MC, where the hell are you?!” Anxiety began to make its way through him and he had to lean against a nearby tree to try and collect himself. That’s when he could faintly hear your voice crying for help. He darted towards your direction, coming upon the shelter you hid away in and as he moved closer to you, he froze. You were deathly still and your skin was so incredibly pale compared to it’s usual hue. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe, he was just frozen in place with nothing but your limp body and emotionless face in front of him. He had no clue what to do but try and wake you up as he swallows the lump in his throat to call your name. “M-MC?” No answer. He takes your hand in his. Shit, you’re colder than ice. “MC, pl-please... please wake up, MC.” The wind outside seem to laugh at him and his feeble attempt to wake you up. Tears welled in his eyes and the lump in his throat thickened, almost to a point where he felt he couldn’t breathe, much less cry. As his demon form creeps to the surface, he grabs your shoulders and gently shakes you. “MC, please!! I can’t do this without you!!” Your body droops into his embrace and his heart feels like it’s been dropped into a blender and turned to mush. For a moment, all he can do is stare at your solidified face and wonder why oh why was this happening to him. To his precious ‘Henry’... “That’s it!! Henry!!” He shouted to himself. What would Henry do for his loved ones? He wouldn’t sit here and feel sorry for himself, he would do everything in his power to help the ones he cared about most! Leviathan shakes away his tears, holds you tightly in his arms, and bolts to the cabin to attempt to save you. He wasn’t going to let himself get in his own way, he was going to try his damndest to save you and bring you back. To bring back his Henry.

Satan:

In the midst of folding and putting away yours and his clothes, Satan paused. Similar as much as he hated to be so to Lucifer, he had developed a sort of instinct to tell when something or anything was off and this sense was only heightened by his incredibly refined observation and detective skills. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it just yet but something was clearly off. That’s when he went looking for you. Knicks in the trees and your piles of stones made him feel a bit more at ease about going after you, as he felt you were at least intelligent about your endeavors and not as callow as most of his brothers seemed to be. That is, until the trail of markings came to a stopping point. It was difficult to admit, but this situation was throwing him for a loop. You wouldn’t have just randomly stopped placing markers for yourself unless something bad had happened and even then, you would have called for him using the pact if you were in danger, right? There had to be an explanation for all of this. He leaned against a nearby tree, neck deep in furrowed brow concentration until the sky darkened with thick, furious looking clouds stampeding in, breaking his many trains of thought. With a new indication of urgency, he continued onward in search of you. As the storm picked up, so did that ominous feeling and inherently his blood pressure. If this was your idea of a joke, it was highly inappropriate and if he’s blatantly honest, irritating, to say the least. Very. irritating. Although he was a demon and basically immortal, that didn’t negate the fact that he felt his time was precious and any amount of time with you was that much more precious. He had not come up to the human world, with the presumption that you two could finally spend some time alone together, just for the whole trip to be some pathetic excuse of a prank. You could do so much better; that he was certain of and for you to do something as lowly as this was an insult to his intelligence, his affection towards you, and an insult to him in general. He wouldn’t let his wrath, his sin, get the better of him nor would he ever use either against you but when he finds you, you will know very soon of his immense displeasure.

“Ugh...” He could hear how much he sounded like Lucifer as he is in punishment mode and it made him want to vomit.

Before the wind could really drown out any other sound, he thinks he hears your voice crying out through the storm. All of the anger that was building up instantly vanished and he hurries after you. Years and years (we’re talking thousands) of constant meditation, reading self-improvement novels, and studying a multitude of ways to strengthen one’s emotional fortitude, absolutely NOTHING could have prepared him for the way he felt when he found you. Frozen, limp, and lifeless against the stone; He didn’t have to touch you or call your name to know you weren’t going to answer. All of this was because he simply didn’t accompany you on your scouting trip.

It was too much. His wrath instantly took hold and his demon form bubbled to the surface. He wasn’t angry with you in the least, no. He was absolutely furious with himself because he didn’t protect you and he wasn’t there for you when you needed him most and he had no one else to be angry with but himself. Overcome with and blinded by the pure, white hot rage, he screams his broken heart out of his chest and into the sky above, and the earth trembled around you. The steadfast shelter that once braced against the harsh storm crumbled into trillions of pieces as the sheer force of his voice crushed them to bits. The trees no longer bent to the will of the blizzard, but to him and him alone. His anger practically created ‘an eye in the middle of the storm’ and all but Satan had stilled within it. As the last bits of his wrath dispelled and he could finally get a better grip of himself, he looked down at you before taking you in his arms as the storm closed back in around you. Using the last of his energy, he bolted to the cabin with you clutched to his chest and settled you onto the couch to start the warming process. More than anything, he wanted to reach inside of you, grab the coldness by its throat, rip it out of you, and proceed to pummel it into a fist-dug grave. He wanted to take your pain, your fear, your sadness and tears, everything that caused you harm and reign devildom upon them all. To make your suffering know the name of wrath, to know his name personally and properly. Yet all he could do is kneel at your side and wait patiently for your possible recovery.

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makingspiritualityreal · 3 years ago

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Astrological Moon Cycles - What to expect during a Full Moon and a New Moon

Having received many questions on the impact of Moon Phases on an individual Natal Chart, I decided to write a summary in order to provide you with basic information of the Astrological and Spiritual meaning of Moon Cycles. Remember to consult your chart during every Full and New Moon each month for a more individual look into the effect it will have on your life. I also offer personal readings, if you want to gain more clarity when it comes to your astrological chart.

The first thing to understand about Moon cycles is that they are subtle and unstable, because they're so changeable. Perceiving them consciously requires a specific level of sensitivity, that we are not all prone to. I'm very strong in Cancer energy myself, so I react to external events such as weather or Moon phase changes, but many people are unaffected, especially if their natal Moon is weak. As a result, only a certain group of people will actually register the effects of a Full Moon or a New Moon on their lives. These celestial events happen every two weeks, and naturally we don't all experience extreme shifts at such a high rate. For a Moon cycle to have any personal significance, the astrological influence through transits also needs to be strong. For a New Moon or a Full Moon to have an impact on you, it has to be really close to a planet in your natal chart, preferably within an exact degree to a personal planet. This happens much more rarely. Without the degrees being close enough, the impact will be weak to none.

Even if the transiting Moon aspects your personal planet, Moon phases are natural cycles of progress and completion, that subtly influence our subconscious. They do not always mean instant shifts, in fact they rarely do. What they can influence is our mood, which can make us temporarily irritated, tired, excited or agitated. If you're prone to that, a Full Moon especially can mess with your sleep rhythm. However, most adults go to work, devote themselves to their duties, and function constantly through a basic emotional control mechanism, so in most cases people will keep their mood variations in check, making their outbursts private or self-contained as we have been socially raised to.

The perception of the Moon cycles is also influenced by how our society changed. Moon cycles have an influence on agriculture, fishing those areas of life that put us close to nature. Nowadays, only a select group of people still needs and uses this information, and the majority of us is not focused on farming or hunting, as much as it used to be the case historically. What you focus your attention on naturally grows in your mind, so our occupation with the work-sleep-work rhythm has deterred us from paying attention to subtle internal changes that we go through, as we are used to rushing and busying ourselves with various tasks. If you are a woman, Moon phases may have an impact on your female cycle, but that is not always the case either, as it can be influenced also by a variety of other factors the modern world offers, medication, diet, lifestyle or simply your individual natal chart.

Moon cycles, just like weather, or seasons, are a part of harmonious, gradual changes in nature. The point of them is not to panic or expect shocking events, but to listen, embrace, open and receive. The Moon appeals to the divine feminine part of our psyche - and yes, even if you are a man, your divine feminine side exists too, and should be worked on. Lunar energy requires you to sit in the vibration of reception, not to attempt to push forward or prepare for action. If you focus too strongly on your divine masculine during a Full Moon, you won't make space to receive the energy, that could otherwise come your way.

Moon cycles should be used for allowing, healing, and learning to go with the flow. They should make us feel internally connected to this world and embraced, depending on which astrological house does the Moon influence at a given time. As per the traditional meaning of astrological houses, reflections about a certain area of your life may arise, but it is up to you if you decide to consciously follow these reflections. Lunar energy is evasive and mysterious and it will rarely deliver any messages in a straightforward way.

The difference between the New Moon and the Full Moon is in the energetic polarity. A Full Moon can be overpowering and stressful, as it is a high tide emotionally, but it can also be a boost of confidence and energy. A New Moon can make us feel drained and give us the urge to start fresh, clean out our closet and then rest and retreat.

On extreme days of the Moon's cycle, try to be present with yourself and find the time to reconnect within, no matter what that means to you. Especially during a New Moon, it's an excellent time for self care rituals, as you may feel internally depleted and you need to give yourself extra care for the new phase, that awaits you in your life.

Lunar energy is all about subtle subconscious awareness, that can become an aspect of your consciousness only if you make time and space for it. Avoid too much external noise and distraction on those days, if you want to explore this side of yourself. Don't have any excessive expectations for every single Full Moon and New Moon. Let what may come to you, if it's meant to. You will be surprised, how much buried treasure you already had within yourself, that you never took time to appreciate.

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fly-like-a-phoenix · 3 years ago

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House of Lust (part 1)

Abbé de Coulmier x Y/N

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: mentions of death and previous sex situation, spoilers of Quills (2000), maybe some mistakes because english is not my first language!

Let's go from the beginning. François never wanted to be a soldier. At least, not a weapon-user one. He wanted to be a soldier of God. He wanted to help people, to save their souls and make them be better. It didn't matter if that was out there, in society. Or in here, in the corridors of Charenton Asylum.

His family opposed to him being a priest. But it was what he wanted. He didn't care about money, never. And his family had a lot. But his parents left him alone. Once he had the title of Abbé, they never talked to him again.

He missed them. But then he started to think that it was okay. Between God or the common pleasures such as money and lust, he always preferred His Celestial Father.

But François thought that what He did with His Son in the Cross was similar that what He did to him. Actually, it was worse. Jesus had resurrected. He... well... he was still there... in that shithole cell.

God didn't remember those people he saved. Or those who helped. How many had eat a piece of bread and drank a glass of milk thanks to him? Or how many were saved from the guillotine because of him? God forgot all that.

Five years passed since he was abandoned by every person he loved. Or at least, every one he considered his friend. He was blamed for something he didn't do. Why in the name of Jesus Christ will he murder the Marquis de Sade?

That was the charge against him. The principal witness was that insidious demon that walked the halls of the asylum, Doctor Roger-Collard. And Napoleon, or the guy in charge of the trials, believed him.

He said he didn't killed him. He was just saving his soul, as his work allowed him. But Roger-Collard said he was crazy, that he didn't remember killing that "poor writer" after tearing off his tongue. And the judge, a friend of the doctor, believed him. End of his life.

But then, as time passed, François got a little more of hope of being free. Was he really mad as Roger-Collard said? He used to hear voices in his head, voices that tell him to write stories. He witnessed the face of the devil, the Hell on Earth. And he needed to write it.

Sometimes, when Valcour, his assistant while he was the Abbé and director of the asylum, entered once in six months to the cell to cut his hair, it always seemed to him that some of his stories were missing.

"Valcour... Did you take my papers?"

"I don't know what you're taking about, Ab--- François."

And he left. Maybe it was his imagination. He shook his head. Valcour would never steal some papers. It was all his mind, for sure.

That time, Valcour almost calls him "Abbé". And it was Valcour, actually, the last person to call him that way before the Marquis' death and his own trial.

He didn't remember it all well. He remembered how the love of his life, Madeline, now dead, came back to life when he kissed her like in that Sleeping Beauty fairy tell of Charles Perrault.

He remembered entering the chapel, going to the altar, just to find the naked girl landing without life. He kissed her, she resurrected, and her kisses encouraged him to make love to her.

When he felt his release, his seed filling her, he lifted his head while a strong moan took his throat. And then he saw Him, Jesus, crying in the Cross, watching him fucking that girl, that corpse, as a consistent blasphemy doing it in the altar.

And His tears were blood. That scared him the most. While Madeline felt him thrusting inside her, she moaned his name. Her voice was now His. And then he woke up. And His voice was Valcour's one, calling him because the Marquis was dying.

That was what he still thought or remembered about his title being said in other lips. By now, the voices in his head used to name him like that: Abbé de Coulmier, the new Marquis de Sade.

He didn't use to go out of that cell. He walked in the almost empty space, trying to keep his state. When he ruled the asylum, patients had exercise four days in a week.

He looked to his desk. And started to look into the drawers. He was right. Some stories were mising. He didn't knew that Roger-Collard ordered Valcour to take the papers to publish them as Marquis' unpublished tales.

It didn't matter, actually, if somebody told him that. Writing was his own salvation. If people liked it, that was another story.

But maybe that social appreciation for his work was about to save him, but he didn't knew that yet. Some trials were about to begin to release some minor crimes' prisoners, and some people were taking this as an opportunity to free him.

He never thought he would be one of them, when the new priest of the asylum, the Abbé du Maupas, came to visit him.

"How are you, François?" The blond asked.

"I don't know. Alone, I think."

"Well, I have good news for you."

The excitment in the priest voice reminded him to when he was a priest himself. Always carrying a smile, and a sweet tone in that husky voice of him, maybe that's why Madeline fell in love with him.

He was always nice. Since he was a child, he always saw la vie en rose. The idealism run all over his brain, trying to keep things okay. He never thought people were bad. Even the Marquis' was a good person in a little form.

But now... hearing Maupas talking... he said to himself how stupid he must have sound.

"I never got good news, Abbé. Only news."

"I promise this is very good. You will get out of this place."

"Why?" He asked, his green eyes scanning the blond priest.

"Well, some trials will begin, and your parents decided to help you."

"My parents?"

"Yeah! They asked to the Emperor to let you go. They presented your case, and they said to him that what you did was never true."

"How do they know?"

"They know, that's all that matters, François. I'm sure you will get free. The judge heard them! He's taking your case!"

The Abbé smiled, and left the cell. François was still sitting in the bed. His parents? But they didn't care when he was put in chains. Why did they care now? And how did they know about him being innocent? He declared that in his trial. But no one believed him. How...?

That didn't matter now. He just expected Valcour to cut his hair again, and let him go to take a bath. He didn't knew money and other intentions were between his freedom and that cell. The real problem was... Whose money? And which other intentions?

Hey! I decided to post this, because is the most wicked thing I've ever written and I know you all will love it when you read the next parts!

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help-im-a-gay-fish · 4 years ago

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The Birth of Sun and Moon. Part two.

Part 1, Part 3 baby blues

The following in part 2 of 3 of a piece of writing about the birth/spawning of the Dark-Cream ship kids Celestial star and Luna light.

This takes place in a universe separate to @zu-is-here dark cream story and splits of somewhere around 'the price of happiness'. Any continuity errors should be accepted as being part of an alternative timeline.

Synopsis: a few days after the last piece of writing. Dreams soul spawns the twins. It happened out of no where. Confused and alone. How will cross react?

Why.

How?

Why.

These (for the most part) where the only things going through Shattered's mind, as he lay on the floor of the void, where he'd collapsed a few minutes before. He lay almost paralysed. Unmoving.

His eyes were locked on it. A tiny little thing. It was completely covered in the gloop and wasn't moving at all. If Dream hadn't known any better, he'd have thought that it was just a lump of gloop.

But he knew better.

It had started with a leach from his soul. Then a deep and sudden pain. It had been a very painful experience. Though not the most painful, that prize would always belong to his corruption, his consumption of the golden apple and being turned to stone. Yeah, the pain hadn't been anywhere near the pain of those events.

However, it's suddenness had made it the most shocking. It had felt like his whole body had been shocked with electricity and burned with fire all at once. Then it felt like his soul was splitting apart, he supposed it kind of had been.

Was it... Was it dead?

Dream moved his hand underneath his chest and attempted to push himself up. However his arms gave out under him and he weakly fell back down onto his chest. It still hurt to move his body. He felt even more drained then he did after to much positively.

Shattered didn't take his eyes of the gloop. He waited for it to move. It still didn't.

Come on Dream! He thought to himself. He couldn't just lay on the floor until Cross came back. After taking a deep breath, he attempted to push himself up again. His body complained as he did so. Through gritted teeth, he pushed himself into a sitting position.

His body ached and complained, but now he was sat up.

It still hadn't moved.

Maybe it was dead. It wouldn't surprise him if it was. His soul was very damaged due to the corruption, so it wasn't a good soul for spawning. It had never been an issue before, since he'd never wanted or even thought he'd be in a place to have children.

However, a trickle of sadness ran through him, as he stared at the un-moving blob.

This child was un wanted, but no person could ever be happy about a child being born dead.

It hurt a bit, although he knew it couldn't be helped. He could never be a parent anyway. It wasn't really in his nature. On top of that, Cross had never expressed a desire to have children to him, so... maybe it was better this way.

It also hit him that since the spawn with accidental, it was most likely a unpure spawn. Unpure and born from a corrupted soul? There was no telling what that could cause. So in the end he started to feel relieved.

Despite that, it would probably hurt Cross if he found out about it..... So he should dispose of the body as soon as possible.

After a brief pause, Shattered summoned a tentacle. It hurt a lot more then normal and felt a lot heaver then he was used to. It fell limp at his side. He truly hated these tentacles, they brought him so many painful memories. He'd swarm off using them unless absolutely necessary. The pain was subsiding now, but it was still ever present. Slowly and carefully he lifted the tentacle up and moved it over to the blob

He curled it around it and tugged slightly. But then something happened.

There was an ear splitting screech and suddenly it sprung to life.

Dream jumped backwards, then shuffled back. He continued to shuffle backwards until his back hit the sofa.

His soul hammered in his ribcage. What. The. Hell.

His eye lights locked onto the blob again, it was now moving. Squirming, convoluting and making a most uncomfortable gargling noise. 1000 thoughts and ideas ran through his mind in an instant. But in the end he settled on one.

It was alive, he was a parent.

This thought froze him in his place. He could no longer feel the pain rippling through his bones, or his soul racing. He felt nothing but numb.

It continued to wriggle and started to cry. It was in distress and was calling for him. But feeling nothing, he simply continued to watch it rive in pain.

So many times he had heard people talk about an instant love. An instant connection to their children the moment they are born, a special feeling from deep in the soul. People said it was the most amazing feeling. Like a feeling of being complete. But Shattered felt......... nothing.

The gargling and crying continued, but now it just felt like background noise to him. He just stared.... spacing out.

He didn't notice as Cross returned to the void, he didn't notice as Cross approached the scene and he didn't notice as Cross bombarded him with questions about what had happened? where the gloop had come from? and what the blob on the floor was.

But what he did notice was Cross approach the wriggling mass and wrap his coat around it, picking it up gently. He noticed as Cross rocked it slowly from side-to-side and he noticed as it quieted down and stopped screaming.

He blinked. "Cross..?"

Cross looked over at him, "Dream... why is there a baby here? where did this come from?! Are you alright?"

Now that Dream has been snapped back to reality, the pain that ran through his bones hit him again. He winced slightly and leant his head back against the sofa.

"I.... I guess... I spawned..... I don't know how to describe it properly"

He felt suddenly very weak and very dizzy again. The gravity of the situation was crashing down upon him. Now that Cross knew about it, there was no going back.

Cross simply stared at him for a moment, then back at the tiny creature.

"........ Are you saying that this is your baby?" he paused for a moment before adding "or.. our baby?"

Dream slowly nodded.

Cross had a look of pure disbelief on his face. "How? why? How it this even possible?"

He rocked the tiny creature a slightly.

Shattered simply stared at him. He felt slightly disheartened that cross hadn't seemed to notice he was in a bad state, but he figured that the situation must have just been a big shock to Cross.

"it's...." he said running his hand across his face "an energy being thing.... I'm not really fully sure about how it works myself.... it must have been something to do with when we were soul touching"

Cross continue to rock the tiny bundle. The gloop started to drip down his arms slightly from where it's still covered the baby. He didn't seem to even notice and didn't seem to be listening to Dream anymore.

It was then Dreams saw something that truly made his heart drop.

Cross smiled.

Dream could see it right then and there in his eyes and in his face. The happy, natural, instant connection kind of starry-eyed Love. The one people claimed to feel upon first seeing their child. The same kind of love that Shattered had been unable to feel.

His soul twisted in his chest: he felt truly horrible. He wanted to cry but decided it was better not to.

Cross walked over to Dream and carefully sat by him.

Dream could now see Cross had wiped off the majority of the gloop from the child. They seemed to be sleeping now and they seemed peaceful.

But then something else court Dreams eye, a tiny little of light next to them. A second being. There were two.

"twins.."

Dream said, his voice shaking slightly. Twins!? was this some kind of a cruel joke. Was life trying to make a mockery of him? It wouldn't be the first time.

"Twins!?" Cross said, turning to dream "what are you talking about?"

Dream simply sighed and gestured slowly to the tiny ball of light. It moved slightly.

"that's what energy beings look like upon their birth" he said. He was so defeated.

Cross felt another rush of joy follow through him. But this soon faded as Cross finally noticed his partner's condition. Dream looked more exhausted and drained then he'd ever seen him. He felt like an idiot.

"Wait.... are you alright? you don't look so good Dream"

Dream gave him a sidewise glance. Finally he noticed.

If today had been a normal day, Dream would have taken the opportunity to mess with him a bit. After all, playing with Cross was always fun.

But today? It wasn't a normal day. He just wanted a hug.

"it's just the process is very straining.... I'll be fine..... my soul just needs to rest for a while"

With that Cross seemed relieved and turned his attention back to the baby. He nuzzled it slightly. Dream looked away from the scene.

".........."

Dream felt himself wishing to cry again. No Dream. Stay strong.

"look..... I didn't know or I would have told you" he said quietly "I had no idea... I'm sorry about this. I know you didn't really want children"

Cross let out a light chuckle.

"Are you kidding? this one of the greatest gifts you've ever given me" he smiled softly.

Dream looked back to him instantly. "What!?"

Cross turned to his lover.

"I'd always accepted that I'd never be able to have children... and I was fine with that because I had you, but now... " He smiled wider

"I know that your whole thing is shattering dreams but right now you've made another one of mine come true".

Cross kissed him on the forehead and nuzzled him lovingly.

"I love you so much you know"

Normally a kiss or a nuzzle from Cross would have made Dream's soul skip a beat. But right now, it made him feel sick. Truly and utterly sick.

Resting his head on Cross' shoulder, he relaxed his body weight against him. It was all to much. Way to much. He couldn't take it. He just wanted it to stop.

Maybe he could just rest for a while and when he woke up this will all just be a bad dream.

He closed his eyes and slipped unconscious.

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Part 2 yay! So happy! @zu-is-here I hope you like this like the other part.

Thank you everyone! Part 1 was taken very well, so I hope this is a good follow-up! Thank you for reading.

Original cross and dream belong to jakei95 and jokublog

Original shattered dream belongs to @galacii

Dark cream comic and story is by @zu-is-here

The Dark cream twins belong to me :)

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