#i may have made them too cat-like but to be fair i’m not used to drawing animals

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Weird looking cats

The wretched beasts from the itty bitty au by @jube-art @salparadiselost and @spookyprime

i think they're so neat

drawings referenced for jason and tim

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Maestro of Your Heart: Pulling On Your Heartstrings 🎻

Watch me do a side chassé, a sweet plié Now we gon' be the maestro of your heart

When we’re in a romantic relationship, we sometimes wonder how we’re so affected by our partners, and of course, we wonder if we are also capable of pulling the strings in their hearts, wondering if they are comfortable and trust us enough to let us be the maestro of their hearts.

Close your eyes and meditate on this topic. Then, open your eyes to see which pile talks to you the most/draws you in the most. Once you’ve found your pile, scroll down to the respective parts to see what are the messages for you.

Pile 1 - Pile 2

Pile 3 - Pile 4

Disclaimer: This is solely for ENTERTAINMENT purposes. Take only whatever you feel like it. If it doesn’t resonate, it’s okay to just drop it. Also, I do not consent to my work or images being used by third parties on this platform or other websites as well.

Decks used: Crossing Star Tarot Deck (Major Arcana), Luna Cat Tarot Deck (Major Arcana), Linestrider Tarot Deck, Sweet Dreams Oracle Deck, Starcodes Astro Oracle Deck, self-made lyrics deck.

Pile 1 🎼

One card to symbolise you: The Tower

You’re currently going through something, and this message is loud and clear. However, I’m not seeing much worries? The waves are huge but you’re taking the chance and surfing on it instead of swimming your way to land. I’d say that it’s because of a certain confidence that’s in you, where you’re secured enough that the storm will die and you’ll still be safe no matter what happens. You have heard, seen or any other forms of receiving messages from your guides and the Universe, that things will pass and you’ll still be safe. You have that faith, and you let that voice guide you through the chaos and broken promises that are happening around you. For some, you may not be the one falling from The Tower, but are the spectators as you’ve heard of the warning messages and heeded them, leaving the danger zone soonest. You may be looking at the others who are struggling right now and wonder how to help them, if you should be helping them. There can be quite a few different situations and circumstances, but either way, I do not feel much chaos or pain from this card. This card is more of a statement than a description.

One card to symbolise your person: The Hanged Man

Your person reminds me of a cat, inquisitive and curious. They won’t swat every single thing on the counter down, but will take it up, observe closely, and may accidentally break it. They may have a tendency to get into certain unexpected situations, but they are very well capable of getting themselves out of them too. They’re capable of looking at situations from various angles, but they just have a habit of accidentally saying something that sides with one of the conflicted parties. It just extends further and he just gets his hair tangled on all sides to make sure that things are “fair” (same amount of pros and cons for both sides).  Yet, pairing the energy of Venus and Neptune, your person feels very… Aesthetically dreamy. No, not in physical appearance, but the general vibe of them. There’s a soft charismatic energy that they have, which makes you feel like you want to nurture them. They don’t quite need it tho, despite how they look. They’re capable of masking themselves softer than they are so that the people around them will lower their guards down easier.

1. What power do you have over your person? - Six of Swords

You do not put yourself into situations. You weigh, judge, contemplate the various issues that’s going on around you, and you’re capable of detaching yourself from things that can put you at a disadvantage. For example, you know that your neighbour needs help. You don’t mind helping it once or twice, but you also know that your neighbour will be leaving the house often and will continue to ask for your assistance constantly (based on past observations). With that in mind, you chose to not offer to help them out. You would think you’re just making a rational decision by weighing the pros and cons, but not your person. Your person would think that it’s natural to help those that are in need, and they can be upset over it.  The main theme would be detachment and isolation, where you have the ability to just avoid the murky waters, or not step into the waters at all. You may also be able to get over certain emotional related issues quicker than your person. This will make your person feel bad that they’re still “trapped in the past pain” while you’ve already “moved on”. I put them in quotation marks cuz this would be their thoughts, but not what actually is.

2. What power does your person have over you? - Four of Pentacles

My first thought from seeing it is that your person may be frugal, financially or skill wise. Let’s say that you want to get a technician to fix something, they’ll be like “I know how to fix it” or “I know someone, lemme get them, they owe me one anyways”, and there’s a 50-50 chance where they’ll mess it up or not get the problem fixed on time. Your motto would be if money gets the thing done, you’ll spend the money. But not them. They’ll be fixing things, preparing home cooked food when you mentioned you’re in the mood for a buffet. You know that it’s not something to be blamed, that being frugal is helpful in the long run where you guys can save up more. However, there are just times where you want to splurge on yourself, where you want to see physical and material gifts. To you, it’s something that you can see and feel, it’s something of monetary value. There will be frustration here from time to time, and you’ll need to work on balancing emotionally and getting your point across. 

3. What can be possibly toxic or problematic between you two? - Five of Wands

I would say that conflicts and/or arguments can be pretty frequent in your relationship. You guys are used to your own set of values and rules, finding the other person’s set of values questionable and not aligning with yours. This is definitely due to the different upbringings you both have (family and society play a role here, yes). Every disagreement can spark fights, but some can be debates. Fights happen because of anger and how much you want to be heard; while debates happen because you want to persuade the other person to see things from your point of view. No matter the reason, you need to understand that the main outcome from this is to arrive at a common ground, to understand what are the things or issues you two need to compromise and get used to.

4. How can you two transform/evolve together? - Page of Wands rx

You two need to… Grow up. You both will face failures, may it be with your personal projects, career, or even conflicts or feelings of dejection throughout the relationship. There will be moments where you both may feel that the relationship isn’t worth the struggle and anger. However, as you explore and dive into introspection, you will realise that both of you will continue to have issues with other partners as the root cause (family or childhood trauma) have not been resolved, allowing past patterns to repeat themselves. This would definitely be unpleasant news, but it’s not too scary where you’d pick flight over fight. By being more focused and decisive, as well as understanding your loving habits and expectations in a romantic relationship, you two will be able to grow stronger together. There are themes of renewal and loyalty here, where you two will learn to trust the right people, be loyal to the right people.

5. What can you two achieve together? - The Hermit

The Hermit is one of my favourite cards in this deck, where beautiful flowers grow and bloom from the wounds. It signifies that you two are still able to create new love, new beginnings, new passion from the wounds of your battles. Those battles, may they be with your family; with your past; with your loved ones, have transformed you into a better person, into a stronger person. You two have learnt to not leave the other person, to not let them feel even a speck of loneliness, as you have gone through that personal hell yourself. You two have gotten wiser, kinder, and more patient towards each other and towards yourself. It has been a long journey, but you will notice that the load gets lighter with every step taken as you cleanse yourself throughout the way.

6. The core values in this relationship: Justice rx, The Moon

Fairness is one of the main themes that you both will need to learn and implement in your daily lives. There is a tendency for you two to be biased towards each other, allowing them to overstep your boundaries. You may think that “they’re the love of my life, they can do whatever they want”, but it doesn’t work that way. Sometimes, your person will do something that reminds you of a past trauma. If you do not say or do something about it, your person may continue doing it in the future, and it would not be helpful for you as you slowly associate your person doing something new as hurting you. Setting healthy boundaries as you explore the options will help the relationship flourish. For some reason, I’m feeling that you two can be overwhelmed by the other person easily. The balance of emotion and solitude will be something practiced within the relationship as well. It’s not that you don’t trust them or you feel uncomfortable with them, but more of retreating into your bed and doing your favourite pastime activities to wound yourself down from the excitement of the date. You both know intuitively when it’s time for you to go back into your shell as you recharge and let yourself be prepared for better things to come tomorrow. (Most of you may be introverts, which is why solitude and alone-time is required.)

Overall energy: The Devil, Eight of Wands, Strength

There’s a daredevil vibe here, where you or your person are interested in trying a bunch of new things in life, thinking it would be a waste if you do not enjoy life. You guys may be travelling or are in travel, as there are energies of constant movement here. You do not worry about what’s going on, what will happen in the future, as you know that the Universe plans well for you, that everything happens according to the right timing. From what I’ve gotten in this reading, your main challenge will arrive when you meet your person, as you push each other to be better. All the best during then.

Pile 2 🎻

One card to symbolise you: The World rx

The first thing I’m picking up here is that you have an impatient energy within you where you like starting projects even though your body is tired or you have unfinished projects currently. The cards were impatient and quite a few flew out, which I believe talks about the impulsivity and slightly annoyed energy you have towards yourself and everything around you. There’s a need for you to be able to control a certain aspect of your life, and you’re just… Unable to hold it firm in your hand. Change is often present, and it’s either things are changing around you or you’ve decided to be the catalyst of change. However, that change is external, as you’re still quite in your comfort zone where you are unwilling to move out. You can change people and/or some things, but those don’t apply to you. Some of you may have Earth placements or Saturn as one of your dominant planets.

One card to symbolise your person: The Empress rx  

For some reason, I see this as… Your person’s someone who’s not very in tune with their emotional side. I need to emphasise that the word I’m using here is “in tune”. They’re someone who knows about their emotions and feelings towards things, issues and people. But, they’re unable to understand and work together with those emotions to reach an answer or a conclusion to reach an action goal. MBTI wise, it’s giving me the vibe of an inferior Fi function, where they’re unable (or to a certain extent, unwilling) to explore and express their emotions. There’s a lack of softness and gentleness they have towards themselves, but they’ll do their best to provide for you. I’m seeing some patterns of anxious attachment style, where they would want to do what’s good for you but are afraid that they’ll disappoint you, causing you discomfort as they’ve been debilitated in the past. With the gentle energy of the Empress, they’re working on it bit by bit.

1. What power do you have over your person? - Five of Wands rx

For some reason, I’d say that you have a certain stronghold over your words and actions that can affect your person. The first thought I had when I saw this card was “cold war”, where you two don’t speak to each other, or you just choose to shut down and not communicate your thoughts to your person. I’m not saying that you will do this, but if you ever subconsciously do this (shutting down, unwilling to communicate), the damage you’ll be delivering is going to be much stronger than you or your person expected. They may experience similar issues in the past and have handled it appropriately, but if it’s you, you’re able to mess it up real bad. However, if you use that energy and engage in active conflict and resolve them, you’ll be able to benefit the relationship as you understand each other better through conflict, removing the tension as you two work things out together. You need to know how impactful you are towards your person, and to not use it to hurt them. You can build them, and you can break them, and please, for the love of God, DO NOT be proud of it. Be cautious, be loving, be patient, and be gentle.

2. What power does your person have over you? - Eight of Wands

Weirdly, the first thing I’m feeling is that… Your person can be more comfortable on the financial side as they may be the main person who provides travel related assistance. They may work in fields that require them to travel a lot and hence, able to bring you along on their trips. Or with how frequent they’ve travelled, they have saved up a bunch of mileage points and can use them to bring you around. So let’s say, you guys got into an argument, they can very much easily cancel whatever trip they’ve been planning to bring you with. That kind of power. In which, it will also affect your mood and emotions, especially if you’ve made a bunch of plans and suddenly they’re all gone. However, I’m seeing that they’re a gentle person, so I don’t think they’ll be doing something like that. Still, that’s what they’re capable of providing, that’s their power over you.

3. What can be possibly toxic or problematic between you two? - Five of Pentacles rx

Financial views is something I’m picking up immediately. You two are probably prone to being career driven, which allows you two to be able to earn and contribute financially. However, how you two view money and use them can be different. For example, one of you would use it for trips (huge spending at once) and the other would use it for everyday life (fine dining once a week, or gatherings with friends often). This will bring upon disagreements and sometimes, even arguments, as you two have not properly talked things out and arrived at a middle point, where both sides compromise equally. There may also be a chance where one person earns more than the other, and the one with a lower income may feel imbalance and not know how to stand on equal grounds with the one who provides more, creating internal conflict and not resolving it. They may also end up more dependent and the codependency may worsen with time. It is very important for both sides to recognise this and to work together to resolve this crisis.

4. How can you two transform/evolve together? - Judgement rx

I’m seeing healing and growing, and then transforming bit by bit throughout the journey together. It’s a process that will take a long time, but you two are patient in it because you two know that results are guaranteed and it would be worth it. You two are very goal driven (or at least, one of you are, and the other is willing to go along with it). Instead of working on something that may or may not work, you two are more prone towards doing things that have a secured outcome, taking calculated risks. There’s quite some brain energy going on here, making me wonder if you guys are more earth or air dominant. With that in mind, you two decided that this relationship is worth investing, and hence, work towards it. You two are willing to work through them, opening up yourselves to inspiration, allowing inputs from others and growing together. This pile gives me the feeling that you guys will go for courses together and work through the hurt and pain. Something like couple counseling? Or going through some seminars to understand each other better. You guys are willing to put in the effort as you recognise the importance of communication (through the hard way, probably from your family).

5. What can you two achieve together? - Two of Wands

You two can go far, not just achievement, but also building your life far from your trauma, building something new together. You guys build something totally new, and may constantly come up with something new to keep the relationship fresh. This card gives me the feeling that you are looking at the future together as you have the (your)  world in your hands. Whatever difficulties you’ve gone through in the past made you stand up, and this time, you’re not standing up alone. Your person will be there to pull you up, and you’ll be there to pull them up too.  You guys don’t necessarily throw yourselves into challenges as they present themselves to you guys through shared decisions made. You guys also learn to accept the various downs that have resulted from the shared decisions, and learn to live with them by looking at them in a positive light. Something like learning from mistakes and knowing what’s not good for both of you. For example, you guys went for a buffet for a date night and realised that one has an allergy towards one particular food. Going for the buffet is a shared decision, the challenge faced would be going to the hospital due to an allergic reaction, looking at it differently would be you guys now know what should not be added onto the list of food. Instead of going “I’m sorry that this date ended up bad because of my allergy”, it would be “hey at least we know that we should not have this for our next date”.

6. The core values in this relationship: The Sun, The Magician rx

There’s a bright surge of energy here, where you two will feel childlike wonders and enthusiasm, learning more about them and yourself. It’s like… There’s a feeling of victory here, where you grow from your pain and reach the throne you’ve always aimed for. You guys focus on keeping the relationship young, if that makes sense. Instead of letting that romantic love turn into family love along time, you both make an effort in doing romantic gestures and continue to be in that zone of falling in love over and over again. You guys will be creative too, as you come up with new ideas of constantly learning about each other, from each other. I’m also seeing that your preference for certain things may change throughout the relationship. For example, you used to not like strawberry, but your person likes it, and you slowly learnt to enjoy it too. And… Hmmm… For some reason, you two may be a little too smart. I feel that you two may be Mercury dominant, or have Aquarius, Gemini or Virgo placements. There’s a lot of words and thoughts, instead of feelings and tears. You guys can be a little rigid at times, and I’d say, one of your main themes in this relationship is to learn how to work together to create something together (working for it or manifesting it with actual effort). There’s a lot that you need to work on, yourself especially, where you work with your dreams and your spirit’s energy to reach your highest good. You both will need to open yourselves to new possibilities and welcome new beginnings into your lives. 

Overall energy: The Moon rx, Five of Cups rx, The Chariot rx

Some of you may be going through some difficulties at the moment, especially in terms of emotion regulation. You may be experiencing pain, or despair that cannot be immediately resolved. You may also be experiencing fears, especially fears of failure (failing your expectations towards yourself, returning into a state you thought you’ve finally grown out from, etc). Allow yourself to slow down as you tread on this path. Remember, every step you take is on a new path, no matter how familiar it looks. Allow yourself to fall, allow yourself to take some rest before you run again. Be kind to yourself, and you’ll be able to move from the old to the new easier. Help will come to you, be patient and accept it with an open heart.

Pile 3 🎷

One card to symbolise you: The Hierophant

My first thought from seeing this card is that you’re… More inclined to the traditional values of how you were brought up with. It may not be your family’s traditional values, or the society’s traditional values. It’s more of… A certain concept, I’d say. For example, marriage is supposed to be between two people (monogamous), and you may have difficulties in understanding and/or accepting the concept of polyamorous relationships. Another example could probably be you’re a huge advocate of home cooked food as outside food is all MSG and unhealthy, which is a value that’s pretty much found in Asian families (“We Have Food At Home” by Mom). These are just examples, but if you ask yourself deep, you do know that it’s talking about you, and you don’t really listen to other people who say otherwise.

One card to symbolise your person: Temperance

If anything, I’d say that your person is someone who’s very in tune with themselves. I would also say that they’re a person who constantly renews themselves and to make sure that their information is not outdated. They’re very welcoming to new details, but they also are rather selective, which is a plus point for anyone who sees things from a lot of aspects, making them a rather balanced and critical person. If it took you long for you to meet your person, it’s because they’ve been working on themselves to be at the right place to meet you. For some of you, your person may be your soulmate, where you’re comfortable enough to confide in them on various things.

1. What power do you have over your person? - The Tower rx

I’d say that you’ve gone through quite a lot of significant changes in your life, where you grow from your pain and challenges in life. But also, this can appear threatening to your person as you’re used to chaos in your life, and your person may not be so. Something that appears dangerous to them may be nothing to you, and how you react to it will make them feel belittled, as though you’re not from the same world. I would say that this also stems from the various family values you two have gotten and grew up with.  There’s also themes of imprisonment, where your person may be used to keeping themselves in check so as to not create discord or discomfort, but you are more… “I couldn’t give a damn” kinda attitude, which may make them feel lesser than you. To them, their way of expressing affection is by sacrificing themself for your comfort. Let’s say, they’re more interested in watching movie A, but you prefer to watch movie B. They’ll watch the movie you want with you without you knowing their preference. However, you may be more towards the type of “You should’ve spoken up! Why not, you watch movie A, while I watch movie B by myself or with a friend”. To you, you think you’re resolving the conflict by “Watching what we both wanted”, but to them, they may see it as “you’re not willing to spend time with me” kinda thing, and they may feel that they’re unable to catch up with you in terms of the values in the relationship. 

2. What power does your person have over you? - Page of Pentacles rx

Weirdly, I’m seeing this as your person may be younger than you, or may be less experienced than you in terms of career and finances (they may have gotten into their desired field of work later in their life). With this, it creates a disparity or conflict where you’ll need to compromise with them more. To you, you may feel that they’re more of a responsibility than of a lover. It’s like… You love them, that’s why you feel the need to compromise certain dreams of yours. For example, you’re aiming to go for an overseas trip together in June. However, they have a training session that they need to attend, and you chose to cancel the trip instead of going alone cuz “it feels off”. It’s not like they’re doing this on purpose, but sometimes, their presence may make you wonder if you’re doing enough for them or not. You may also feel a lack of worth when you stand by their side, as you notice their potential to flourish into a King/Queen, and you’re not sure if you’ll be equals during then.

3. What can be possibly toxic or problematic between you two? - Seven of Cups

The first thing I’m picking up here is that there’s a lot of daydreaming here. A lot of “what if”s and a lot of fantasy painting. It’s like… There’s an expectation of plans to fail and you guys can go “a lil bit of daydreaming isn’t bad”. The image I have in my head has two people sitting together on a bean bag (young energy), leaning into each other and discussing plans of wedding and fun activities to do, and then leaving that as plans and not doing anything about it. There may be a hint of leaving future things for a future you to handle kinda energy. Alternatively, the daydreaming may shadow faults and shortcomings. There’s a tendency to paint everything pink or look through them through rose tinted glasses. There are a lot of hints and issues there, but you tend to focus on the prettier items and ignore the more serious questions. It will take quite a lot of time and problems to happen for you to break the bubble and to recognise the issues at hand. The lack of action is highlighted here, as well as impulsivity of choosing flight over fight. This may also be due to the power or financial imbalance existing in the relationship.

4. How can you two transform/evolve together? - Nine of Pentacles

Surprisingly, I’m seeing you two grow individually. Like, you guys go through the life lessons together, but instead of growing together as a couple, you two grow individually, as your own person, and couple together. The best example I can think of is where one’s an accountant and the other’s a painter, where your knowledge is different, but you guys improve in whatever you’re doing and still enjoy cooking together. You guys work and support each other throughout the journey, helping the other person to invest and grow into the best version of yourself.  You guys also learn to communicate more to assure the other person that they’re not being left behind, that all the effort right now is worth it in the future. There are a lot of future related themes in this card, may it be building the future together, having a common goal for the future together, or building a new self together. Individuality is very important for you guys, and I’m seeing less of a compromise for each other. For you guys, it’s 1(you) + 1(them) = 1(you) + 1(them) + 1(a future built together). Hopefully this makes sense.

5. What can you two achieve together? - Four of Wands

I’m seeing here that your life together will be very pleasant. You guys are capable of building a home together once you’ve gone through the challenges, learning more about the buttons of each other and knowing which to push at the right time. Honestly speaking, there’s less of a “trial and error” kinda vibe in this relationship, but more of “oiling the cogs” here. This card is giving me harmony and happiness, as well as a beginning together, may it be engagement, marriage, or partnership. There’s also some form of balance and groundedness here, so if you or your person was flighty or emotional, you will be more toned down and will be able to look at the earthly sense too.

6. The core values in this relationship: The Hanged Man rx, Wheel of Fortune rx

I’m hearing stubbornness here for the both of you. You two are used to your own ways, your own values as you two grew up together, which definitely lead to you two growing individually. You both have experienced stagnation and detachment in the relationship, and effort has been made for you two to evolve and find a comfortable point for each other. There’s a lot of things to evaluate and work together. Assessing the situation, understanding the phase of the relationship where you’re at would be beneficial.  A lot of accepting is needed as you two understand that certain things cannot be compromised, where you two decide to do them differently. For example, one’s a vegetarian and one requires meat protein, and so, you guys choose to not settle for each other's diet by preparing different sets of cutleries and cooking utensils. Different fridges may be prepared too, but if it works, it works. You guys learn to challenge each other’s comfort zones as well as your own, oil the cogs as you find something that works for you both. The lessons are slowly learnt, and once you’ve gone through them, your relationship will prosper.

Overall energy: The Empress rx, Death rx, The Chariot rx

There’s a lack of gentleness going on. For some reason, it can be finance or love related, such as lack of self-love, worrying about financial issues, etc. Basically, anything that’s Venusian themed. There’s a period of change, a period of transition that you’re going through right now, and I’m seeing that you may be lost, not knowing which step to take. Do not push or rush yourself through things right now, as Destiny is realigning itself for you at the moment. Have faith that you’re the co-creator of your life and destiny, and that you will still be able to write your story however you want it. This may be a challenging period in your life, but things will work out as you pick yourself up, nourish yourself and prepare for the upcoming battles. This will be a solo battle, so make sure you’re kind to yourself, make yourself a warm meal (or warm meals) as you move yourself back into action.

Pile 4 🎤

One card to symbolise you: The High Priestess rx

I’d say that you’re someone who’s losing touch of your spiritual side. Not to put it in a bad way. It’s just a reminder that you should tune into spirituality from time to time. A bunch of things have been happening to you and around you, where it’s completely natural and equally important for you to focus on whatever that’s going on externally. However, take some time to perhaps pull a card or two if you do tarot, or meditate and listen to your higher self. Make spirituality a part of your daily life, let your hands feel the running water as you feel it taking away your tiredness and emotional impurities. Find the discomfort, acknowledge it, and let it be cleared out from your system.

One card to symbolise your person: Temperance

My first thought when I see this card is that your person has a balanced air and earth and water energy here. It’s an energy that I’m very comfortable with, where they’re grounded and yet able to resonate with you in terms of emotions, and they’re smart and comfortable with who they are. This is a very assured person, knowing what they want and how to achieve it. For some reason, it feels like they enjoy cooking or making comfort food for the people they care for. Your person may also be your soulmate, and they’re pretty much educated with a lot of things, or they’ve been involved in various projects and activities and hence gaining the knowledge and experience of life. They may have a mysterious side to them as well 😎

1. What power do you have over your person? - Five of Wands

Similar to Pile 2, you have this card here to signify the power you have over your person. However, Pile 2 is more passive aggressive while yours is more… Actively aggressive. You do not think twice about your words and can be rather blunt with how you express yourself. For some reason, I’m seeing that it may be due to you having some sort of insecurity over yourself and the relationship, or you may have some inferiority complex where you do not see yourself worthy of this relationship.  I need to emphasise a little that it’s not your words that’s the power you have over your person, but the mentality of you not thinking yourself highly (or as high as they see you) that can drive your person up the wall. It’s the chain reaction that will make your person feel powerless, not knowing how to help you and to show the world to you, that there are better things in life and that you’re worth so much in their hearts.

2. What power does your person have over you? - Page of Wands rx

Your person is very adamant in communication, if that makes sense. They are vocal and more structured in their speech, and will not stop the conversation there until you fully understand what they mean. This card feels… Not young. Your person has been through quite a number of things in their life and have learnt to communicate effectively, making sure that their needs are heard, and knowing what they need to do. For some reason, I’m also seeing charms? They may be quite charming, good with their words, fulfills the typical definition of success, and people may be drawn to them. That may also be the reason why you’re insecure, since they’re pretty charismatic themselves. 

3. What can be possibly toxic or problematic between you two? - Page of Cups

For some reason, I’d say that you two can be fairly new or fresh in relationships, not having dated much before, or this can be your proper first love. There’s a tinge of inexperience here, something like a young love, where you two tend to experiment much on the various aspects of a romantic relationship. You two may be prone to doing fun activities a lot, hence, ending up not talking much about the practical aspects of a relationship, for example, marriage and responsibilities. This card talks about heightened intuition as well, where one or both of you may be relying only on intuition or gut feeling, and not communicate with each other more. Like… You should be discussing with your person when you’re making plans. Yet, you just decided to go with Plan C because your gut feeling tells you so. Even though they may be free during then, communication and discussion is still important so that they are heard. 

4. How can you two transform/evolve together? - Four of Swords rx, The Hanged Man rx

I’m seeing that you two will be resting together first. You two have been fighting different personal battles, and when you’re done, you guys will be resting together as you recuperate. This pile kinda gives me the feeling of bonding through trauma. It’s through the pain and exhaustion that you learn better about yourself and your person, where you guys learn the importance of the balance of body, mind and soul. You both learn to let go of things that are not within your control, let go of things that are pulling you down. There are themes of releasing pain here, and also releasing guilt. Like,,, you’re holding onto a fault you’ve done years ago, and not letting yourself free from it, forever beating yourself up over That One Thing you’ve done when you were a teenager. The same may be for your person as well, and you two just learn to let the past remain in the past. You will need to expand your horizons, and let yourself try things you never had the chance to mess around with. Throughout this period of time, you both also learn about the tendency of being apathetic towards your own pain (you think that your pain is nothing; they think that their pain ain’t much worth mentioning). Detachment towards your emotions is a thing, making you stuck in the past. Your inner child is not healed, and this would be something you and your person will be working on, to find ways to heal yourselves, enjoying the world with its gifts for you. You’ll learn how to nurture the people around you, but starting from yourself. It’s like… Two wounded small animals hiding under a shade as they licked each other’s wounds. That, but things are promised to be better.

5. What can you two achieve together? - Strength rx, The Hanged Man rx

The Hanged Man rx extends towards this card, symbolising that by breaking past habits and treating yourself kindly, only then you’ll be able to grow stronger together. The topic and lessons about inner self will follow here as well, and may be a lifelong theme where you constantly need to nurture yourself and each other to flourish. The strength you both will gain will be inwards, where you are more gentle towards yourself, more forgiving of yourself, bandaging the wounds that your inner lion has caused. Your passion, desires and anger is the inner lion in you, and you’ll be learning to keep it in check once you understand them and accept them. Imagine going through the five stages of grief, and it ends with acceptance. That’s when you learn to live together with it as part of you.  Remember that strength comes in gentleness too, and that to accept your vulnerability takes a lot of strength, energy and effort. I would also add that once you are at this stage, you’ll be able to combat self-inadequacy and doubt, learning to trust yourself and your partner. It’s a constant growing process, but you have each other to support and help throughout this journey. Together, your strength can be limitless.

6. The core values in this relationship: The Hanged Man rx, The Sun

The Hanged Man rx appeared again. I’d say that one of the core values in this relationship is to learn to open up and accept the emotions (the happy ones and the not so positive ones) you’ve been feeling. You or your person, or perhaps the both of you have had a difficult childhood growing up, where you guys have learnt to repress the various feelings for you to function. In this relationship, opportunities will open up via challenges (discussions, disagreements, compromises, failed plans, etc.), and you two will need to learn to release the pain and anger. From there, the relationship will continue to renew and become stronger, and you two will also be able to heal at your own pace. I’m seeing that one of you may have been working on it earlier than the other, and the one who’s more experienced in self-healing will be able to help the other. Followed by healing comes The Sun that’s hiding behind the rainy clouds. Another core value that I’m seeing here is that you two will learn to enjoy the small and big happiness in your life. Celebration is the theme here, where you two will learn about appreciation and gratitude, growing along the way to celebrate the small and big wins, achievements and building up self-worth along the way. I’m seeing you celebrating for them when they get a pay raise, and them throwing a celebration (or a romantic dinner/gesture) for you when you achieved your goal of maybe not self-deprecating for a whole month. 

Overall energy: The Tower, Death rx, The Emperor

There are quite some strong energies here, both you and your person. You guys are still fighting personal battles and are at the significant stages of your lives, where a split decision can contribute to different outcomes. There’s an energy of autonomy here, where you’re fighting to gain back control over yourself, your identity, and you learn to break free from the cocoon that’s binding you. Things are difficult, values you believed in may start to break down, making you doubt if you’re even doing the right thing. Rest assured as you’ll be seeing messages and signs around you. Your guides and the Universe will be dropping you signs, and you’ll know you’re on the right path. Know that you’re beloved and guarded, take the chance and go for whatever it is you’re fighting for.

[shu-porang-porang]

Love Me Until I Love Myself

♡♡♡ Minho wants to make sure you know he loves you ♡♡♡

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

Theme: Angst, Fluff, Smut, 18+ NO MINORS.

Warnings: oral (female receiving), fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex (do not try at home!), reader is insecure and doesn't like herself

Word count: 3 k

You and your boyfriend are on the ride back home from an awards show after party. It was exhausting. You used to think they must be fun, getting to chat and party with celebrities, but nope. You’re not built for this. You wonder how he could do it, especially after performing those taxing choreos. You could never. All night he was so bubbly and cheerful, while you tried to hide in shadows and attract as little attention as possible. Well, it’s not like people cared about you anyway, you were an outsider, a peasant who was offered a chance at a royal ball.

Halfway through it you questioned why you even accepted to participate, and then right away, you remembered why. Another girl approached him, congratulating him on their win and talking about memories you weren’t a part of, laughing at inside jokes you couldn’t understand. Of course, he would be comfortable with these girls, they’re coworkers after all! He’s known some of them for ages, way before you guys met, and of course you had no right to tell him to stay away from them or anything. The best you could do was to stick around, so the girls were aware of you as his girlfriend, or he knew you were there, lest he decided to do something naughty with one of them...

You know you’re being unreasonable; you know he’s loyal, and they’re just friends, some of them are even like his little sisters, but you can’t get these thoughts out of your head. Your insecurities won’t let you. After all, those girls are famous idols, loved by millions, always so dolled up and pretty, acting cute and shit. You think it’s just a matter of time before Minho realizes the timid plain you ain’t good enough for a star like him. Although he always fondly smiles at your dorky made up dance moves, you think some performer who could actually dance and shared his passion for dancing would be more appealing to him. You feel you lack a lot, and you can’t justify why someone like him would be interested in someone like you.

You feel pathetic. You let out a sigh subconsciously and Minho gently puts a hand on your thigh, asking if you’re ok. You reply with a nod and a weak smile. You’re afraid if you try to talk, tears may spill. His hand remains on your thigh, so you hold it to calm yourself down. His soft hand that you love so much. You love everything about him, you’re crazy about him. You wish you didn’t love him so much, then he couldn’t one day break your heart. You wish you were another person, well, you wished that almost your entire life until you met him. Having him, convinced you that you were alright, the person who you were and hated for so long, was the same person who got you to him, so it was alright. But here you are again, doubting yourself. You think you’re just broken and can never be fully fixed. So maybe it wouldn’t be fair to expect him to stick with you…

You arrive at Minho’s place. You moved in with him a few months back, so it’s technically your place too, but you don’t dare to indulge yourself in that idea, you think you don’t deserve it, you’ll lose it soon, so better to not get attached, but it’s already too late.

Home, at last. As soon as you enter, you are greeted by the cats. Minho picks one up cooing at it. You walk past by him into the bedroom. You just wanna rid yourself of the party attire and go to sleep, right now the only thing that could stop your train of horrible thoughts is sleep.

Minho joins you soon after, walks towards you and wraps his arms around you from behind as you’re taking your jewelry off in front of the mirror. He nuzzles his nose against your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Hey let go, I’m tired. Just wanna get out of this dress and go to bed.”

“But I want you to stay in this dress a bit longer. You looked so pretty tonight, babe” he leaves kisses on your exposed shoulder that make your breath hitch in your throat. But you’re still upset about the bleak night you had.

“Oh, is that why you spent the whole time talking to other girls while I was sitting right there?” Your bottled up emotions force you to blurt out.

He lifts his head up, looking you in the eyes through the mirror. His expression is baffled, he’s trying to figure out what he did wrong.

“What are you talking about? I thought we had a nice time there!”

“Well, you obviously had, giggling with them all night.”

You try to break free from his arms but he won’t budge.

“Hey! You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s exactly wrong.”

You try to form sentences that would explain why you’re feeling like this, but you feel stupid for bringing it up in the first place. You break into tears as you’re tired and helpless and don’t even know how to make sense of your feelings. Silent tears start streaming down your cheeks, you’re never one to sob loudly. Worries written all over his face.

“Baby tell me. What did I do? Did someone say something to you?”

You shake your head “no”. He lifts you up and carries you to bed, sitting you on his lap. You show no resistance, your hands are balled up on your lap and your head is down, trying to cover your crying face with the lose strands of your hair, which he tucks behind your ear immediately. His thumb is caressing your tear-stricken cheek. His other hand is soothingly massaging your thigh.

“It’s okay baby, you can talk to me. Please. It really hurts me to see you like this and not be able to do anything about it. Tell me what’s wrong sweetie. We’re gonna fix it together.”

You don’t wanna hurt him. Hurting him is the last thing you would do. So, you try to fight the tears and speak.

“I… seeing you tonight… the girls all pretty and talented… the things you have in common… how close you are… I wonder… how long… till you realize……….”

“Till I realize what baby?”

“I’m not… good enough” your voice is shaky, again on the verge of tears.

He’s in disbelief. His mouth slightly agape in shock. His grip on your waist tightens.

“Why would you even think that?” he says as if asking himself, not really waiting for a response from you.

His brows are furrowed. He’s thinking to himself.

“I get it now. You were sitting right there, and I kept talking to other people as if you weren’t. But I just thought you weren’t taking part in conversations coz you didn’t want to be bothered… but you actually felt excluded from them. Is that right?”

“Almost. That alone wasn’t a problem, but it made me think you deserve to be with someone who’s more like them and less like me…”

“Woah! Where did you get that from?”

“You’re too good for me… it can’t be right. I’m afraid you’re wasting your time with me��”

“Hey! You don’t get to decide that for me! Do you think I couldn’t have any of those girls if I wanted? The thing is, I don’t want them, I want you.”

“Why do you even love me? Even I can’t love myself…”

“Where should I begin? I love everything about you, and I make that my first priority from now on, to make you see all the things I love in you, and to make you love them too.” He finishes his sentence with a soft kiss on your collarbone.

He plants a few more kisses on the expanse of your chest before pulling back and looking into your glossy eyes. You give him a thankful smile as your hands reach for his nape and pull him in for a kiss. His lips feel like heaven against yours, soft and plump. The kiss starts with languid movements of your mouths. Neither of you are in a hurry, you both need to savor this moment. He drags his tongue on your bottom lip and you let it in. As your tongues are dancing, the temperature rises. His hand that was on your waist, travels up to grope at your clothed breast, the other hand is tangled in your hair, keeping your head in place for him to abuse your lips.

He lays you on your back on the bed, momentarily disconnecting your lips which makes you whimper in loss. It encourages him to get back to kissing with even more fervor. His hands are pulling the straps of your dress down, trying to gain access to your breasts. He trails kisses down your jaw and across the column of your neck, to your shoulders and collarbone. They alternate between feather like pecks to purplish hickeys. He can’t decide what he wants. He wants it all, he wants all of you, he can’t get enough.

He stops to admire his work of art. A hand cups your cheek gently which you lean into, closing your eyes.

“You’re so perfect baby,” He plants a kiss to your forehead. “Even in my wildest imaginations I couldn’t picture someone this pretty,” Another kiss to your nose. “Inside and out.”

You open your eyes to see his lovingly stare back. You pull him in for another taste of his lips.

“So, do you still wanna get rid of this dress?”

“I do, if you want to.”

“As gorgeous as you look, I can’t wait to see what’s underneath.”

He takes it off and your left in nothing but your black lace panties. You tug at his dress shirt, signaling him to take it off too, which he complies, followed by the unbuckling of his belt and his pants follow suit.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I want you to never forget that.” He says as he hovers over you once again. You open your arms to invite him into your hug. He lowers his body onto yours, slightly circling his hips against your crotch. You feel him twitch in his boxers.

“We don’t have to do it if you’re not in the mood, you know.” He says searching your eyes.

“I want it baby, I need you, I really do.” You say as your hands are mapping his toned chest.

With a little smirk on his lips, he goes back to business. He kisses your chest, right above your racing heart, then latches his mouth to your left nipple. He sucks and bites at it till its raw, while trying to give the same amount of attention to the right one between his fingers. You squirm beneath him as your nipples get too sensitive and can’t handle more. He gets the cue and snaps out of his uncontrollable desire to ruin them. Instead, he gives them both kitten licks and pecks in turn, to compensate for the rough treatment they just received.

Moving down your naval, he’s all soft and sweet with butterfly kisses, loving pecks and whispering sweet nothings in between. He’s slotted between your thighs as he reaches your core. Eyes darting up to ask for your permission one last time before he’s completely unstoppable. You give him a nod and he places a kiss to your clothed mound. He teases by nudging his nose to your clit and licking a stripe from your hole to it. Tasting the arousal leaking through the fabric, he lets out a satisfied hum that sends shivers up your spine. You’re growing impatient but he’s taking his sweet time with peppering your inner thighs with kisses and hickeys. You feel more of your juices flowing out and you buck your hips up.

“Stay still princess. Let me take care of you, hm?”

“Minho… please…” You whine. You trust him that he’ll take good care of you, but you can’t wait anymore.

He finally gets rid of your panties and the cool air hits your pussy, followed by warm puffs of his breath.

“So pretty… all mine” He says before diving down and starting to make out with your pussy lips. The lewd noises that fill the room make you forget why you were even upset earlier. The only thing you don’t like about this moment is how little pressure he’s putting on your clit, enough to keep your juices flowing, but not enough to make them gush out all at once. You’re a moaning mess, your fingers pulling at his roots, trying to keep his face close to your core. He’s finally sucking at your clit, suddenly the pleasure gets overwhelming as he inserts two fingers inside you. You feel the knot in your stomach tightening to a snap. A few more strokes of his tongue and your coming undone. Your thighs shake around his head, one of his hands comes up to fondle your breast, his mouth still attached to your core, drinking the elixir of life straight from the fountain. He waits for you to ride your orgasm before he crawls back on top and gives you a taste of yourself. His mouth and chin are glistening with your juices. What a sight to see! You feel extremely lucky to be the one who caused this scene.

“That was …amazing… Thank you” you say while trying to find the normal rhythm of your breath.

“I told you I know how to take care of my girl.”

“Now it’s your turn.” You push him on his back and now you’re on top.

First thing you do is taking his boxers off and finally freeing his aching cock. You wonder how he managed to focus on pleasuring you while he was this hard. The sight alone makes you all turned on again. You thought you’d need more time to build a second orgasm, but you’re already throbbing.

Now it’s your turn to mark him, to shower him with kisses, to try and pour as much love as possible onto your every touch. Starting from the sensitive spot on his neck, you know you can’t mark him here, still you suck it a bit harsher than you should. You leave open-mouthed kisses all over his chest and where it is safe, give him a few hickeys too. You lovingly kiss the scar on his abdomen, the fact that it’s another thing that only a few have seen and you’re one of those few, is really endearing to you.

His member is twitching between your bodies. You slide your wet pussy on it, earning a groan from him. You decide he deserves a quicker release, so you stop grinding to hold it and align it with your entrance but he stops you.

“Wait baby. Let me do it.” He says as he’s stopping your hips from moving.

You’re confused but you go with it. He gets on top again.

“Tonight is about showing my baby how much I love her.” He says with a fond smile.

“I wanna make sure everything feels good for you.” He puts a pillow under your hips to gain a better angle. He inserts the two fingers from before in your pussy, checking how wet you are and scissoring them to loosen the muscles.

“Minnie I’m fine… it’s not my first time…” you try to say in between gasps as his fingers alone are doing wonders inside of you.

“Oh but it is sweetheart. I’m gonna love you all over again.” He inserts a third finger.

“Gonna make sure to give you all the love you deserve.”

He clashes his lips to yours as he replaces his fingers with the tip of his cock. The stretch is pleasant, you want more of it. You moan in his mouth as he slowly inches inside you until he finally bottoms out. He stays still, your warmth engulfing him, turns his brains to mush.

He whispers in your ear: “I love you so much”

He starts moving as he nibs at your earlobe, giving you words of praise now and then. Your arms wrap impossibly tight around his shoulders, leaving no space between your chests.

He slowly picks up his pace. Your nails are digging to his biceps now. Beautiful moans fill the room. His lips won’t leave your skin for more than 3 seconds. He pats down your left arm till he reaches your hand and your fingers intertwine as if they have brains of their own. He pins it above your head and his other hand is beside your head, supporting his weight as his movements get faster and less precise.

“ ’m close…” you manage to let out.

“Go ahead… I’m right… behind you”

A few more thrusts and you’re second orgasm hits you as your head falls back and your eyes screw shut, his name like a prayer on your lips. You’ve made a habit out of saying his name every time you came or it wouldn’t feel right.

As your walls convulse around him, he can’t hold it back anymore. Ropes of white hot liquid paint your walls. He collapses on top of you. He tries to pull out but you stop him.

“Wanna stay connected to you a bit more…” You wish you could merge with him into one person, but having him inside a bit longer, would do too.

His head finds its place in the crook of your neck. One of your hands is in his hair and the other is resting on his back. You whisper a “I love you” to his hair and kiss the top of his head and he lets out a sigh. You don’t want this moment to end. If he can love you this much, maybe you should give it a try too.

[cloudedmoonofficial]

Conversations at the Moonlight Meeting

We had our voice actors record conversations at the Meeting you can hear in the background of Chapter 1! See if you can pick out some of the conversations in the episode:

GROUP 1

Piketail sitting with Shrewpelt, Hailstorm and Swiftshadow.

Piketail: Hey, how’s the prey running? Good to see you.

Shrewpelt: Why do you always sit with us?

Hailstorm: *laughs* Oh hush, Shrewpelt.

Piketail: You’re so grumpy all the time Shrewpelt, just enjoy the gathering.

Hailstorm: We are doing well, how’s River Colony?

Piketail: The fish are plentiful as always…

Hailstorm: That good, huh?

Piketail: I shouldn’t say more, you know how Rainfall can be…

--

Piketail: *Quickly* Oh! Look, the Marsh-landers showed up… Hawkshell doesn’t look so good…

Hailstorm: I wonder what’s wrong.

--

Piketail: Go Redleaf! …Hm, I thought he’d choose Dawnfrost… I wonder how she’s taking it…

Shrewpelt: (displeased and jealous of Dawnfrost) *low growl*

Hailstorm: I don’t know, she hasn’t talked about it.

--

Frightened Murmurs:

*gasp*

Piketail: That badger wasn’t THAT big… That doesn’t make sense at all… Sunfire and Breezeheart could fight off a badger...

Hailstorm: Rip a Ranger to shreds?

Shrewpelt: That could be dangerous. Redleaf had better double our patrols.

Piketail: It looks like Hawkshell is about to jump Rainfall…

Hailstorm: That wouldn’t be good… Surely the Spirits wouldn’t approve...

Piketail: (under her breath) But they approve of Rainfall’s disrespect…*sigh* Sunfire and Breezeheart were always so fair at the border…

Hailstorm: Border patrol won’t be the same without them. I’ll miss them too...

--

Piketail: Looks like River Colony is heading out. I guess I’ll be going then. Hailstorm, you take care of this grumpy furball. *turns to Swiftshadow and smiles* Swiftshadow.

Hailstorm: *laughs* Always. Until next time, Piketail! Stay safe!

Shrewpelt: Farewell Piketail.

Swiftshadow: We’ll be seeing you Piketail.

GROUP 2

New-Claws sitting together. Peach, Moss, Grey, and Pool.

Peach: You said you just became a new-claw? Wow, and you get to go to the gathering on the same day?

Moss: Yeah! Rainfall says that I’m already a great new-claw.

Pool: *under his breath* That’s hard to believe…

Moss: She said to watch Swiftmask closely so I can learn what Rangers do.

Peach: That’s great! Good luck with your training.

--

Moss: Ripped to shreds, but how?

Grey: Hawkshell says it was big, maybe it was a wolf…

Moss: But Rainfall said it was a badger.

Grey: Rainfall may not be right about this…

Moss: Pff, Rainfall is right about everything!

--

Moss: Do you think they’ll fight?

Grey: I hope not…

Peach: Hawkshell is really angry…

--

Grey: Hopefully we’ll see you at the border Peach.

Peach: Please take care!

Moss: We will! We can fight off a badger.

Pool: It wasn’t a badger! Were you even listening?

Moss: *ignoring Pool* Coming Swiftmask!

GROUP 3

Cherryrill, Kestrelsnap, Crowstalker and Stagcharge sitting together, gossiping.

Stagcharge: Cherryrill, good to see you.

Kestrelsnap: Long time no see.

Cherryrill: How have your Colonies fared through Spring?

Stagcharge: Glad to finally see leaves on the trees. Stronger than ever!

Crowstalker: *in a cool tone* Of course they are.

Cherryrill: River Colony too. Rainfall named a few new-claws today, my Lily is one of them. Blueriver’s kittens are thriving and Mistyclaw’s kittens are due any day!

Kestrelsnap: That’s good to hear!

--

Cherryrill: Did you hear about the queen in Field Colony? Nightpool. We can’t figure out who her mate is.

Crowstalker: It’s rude to speculate.

Kestrelsnap: *much to Crow’s irritation* Do you think it’s Goldenpelt?

Cherryrill: Maybe, but I never see them together, he’s always on Spottedshadow’s tail.

Stagcharge: Why is Wildfur here?

Crowstalker: Hawkshell thinks he will be a better Colony Cat if she makes him a Mentor.

Kestrelsnap: As if training a new-claw ever made anyone less lazy. <.< Not to mention it’s MY son she decided to use as her little experiment…

Crowstalker: Now, now, Hawkshell knows what she’s doing.

Kestrelsnap: Wildfur is barely paying attention to my little Pool! He’s back there staring at that Field-lander bleeding-heart,--like some lovesick dove!

--

Stagcharge: Cherryrill, what’s the deal with Wolfthorn?

Cherryrill: *laughs* A similar situation, I guess. Rainfall just welcomed him back and then gave him a new-claw to train! Can you believe it? After he was gone for months?

--

Cherryrill: Oh! Redleaf will be great!

Stagcharge: We are glad to have him!

Kestrelsnap: Sorry to hear about Brackenfoot.

Frightened Murmurs:

*gasp*

Stagcharge: Did you see it?

Crowstalker: No, but they were shredded… It couldn’t have been a badger

Cherryrill: That’s awful… they were so lovely together…

Kestrelsnap: It’s a sad day for us all…

Cherryrill: Be safe on your way back. Rainfall doesn’t seem concerned, but…

Crowstalker: *gruff* Hawkshell is serious about this, Cherryrill. I saw their bodies...

Cherryrill: I am aware. I wouldn’t doubt her.

Kestrelsnap: I’ll try to leave word if anything else happens.

Cherryrill: Just be sure to stay away from Iceclaw’s patrols.

GROUP 4

Goldenpelt, Timberleg and Stone sitting together. Thrushspots and Clayfur in front of them.

Timberleg: Now, look just there Stone, That’s Elmtail and Rainfall.

Goldenpelt: The Captains of Oak Colony and River Colony.

Timberleg: It’s important that you know who they are. Below them is where the Seconds sit.

Stone: Who is that?

Goldenpelt: Pineclaw.

Timberleg: That’s someone you don’t want to confront on the border… If you ever see him...

Goldenpelt: Come get me or Forestleaf immediately.

Stone: *nods* Okay.

Thrushspots: *in an intense low voice, like she’s trying to scare him* That’s how Hazelfur got the scar on his ear.

Goldenpelt: *flat but strict* That’s enough Thrushspots.

Thrushspots: *straightening up* Yes, Goldenpelt.

Timberleg: *continuing* Over there is where the Herbalists sit. It looks like Orangebrook isn’t here again…

Goldenpelt: Gatherings might be difficult for him to travel to now, he is nearly an elder.

--

Goldenpelt: Redleaf is certainly… a choice.

Timberleg: I’m sure he’ll do fine.

Goldenpelt: As long as he keeps the Oak-landers off of our territory, we won’t have a problem.

Frightened Murmurs:

*gasp*

Stone: *scared*  Is it going to come to the Field-lands?

Timberleg: Oh! Of course not!

Goldenpelt: We can handle it if it does.

Stone: Those poor Rangers…

Goldenpelt: A Ranger defends his Colony to the death. Consider this a lesson.

Stone: Yes, Goldenpelt.

--

Timberleg: Well, I guess that’s it.

Stone: It’s over?

Timberleg: Sometimes meetings aren’t even this long. We will wait for Hazelfur and Forestleaf and then follow them across the tree bridge.

Goldenpelt: You go ahead, I’m going to wait for Spottedshadow.

Timberleg: Oh, good idea. ^^

GROUP 5

Piketail meets up with Swiftmask and Wolfthorn as they leave.

Piketail: Swiftmask, wait up! *low voice* Did you hear that?

Swiftmask: I’m not sure it was the same badger… Rainfall isn’t worried though…

Piketail: Yeah, I don’t think Rainfall cares. The deaths of two great Rangers...

Wolfthorn: Nothing is ever a big deal to her…

Piketail: What if it IS a big deal though? We should watch the border just in case… *trailing off*

Art by Snap

[kt-the-lee]

No Longer Ruined - Hazbin Hotel Tickle Fic (HuskerDust)

A/N hi everyone!! this is my first fanfic on this account, i used to write a fair bit on my old deactivated account but I stopped for a couple years so i’m a little bit rusty, but i just love these two so much that i simply HAD to write for them! (this was also really self-indulgent for me to write so i hope you enjoy AHHHHH)

inspired by this post by @duckymcdoorknob : “We interrupt our usual programming to bring forth Angel Dust who is terrified of being tickled (bc of Val) until Husk shows him that it doesn’t have to always be torturous.”

Lee!AngelDust, Ler!Husk

warnings: very brief mentions of Angel’s job (not very much detail but important context to the story), sad!Angel

Word count: 2,133

One thing about Angel Dust is that he HATED being tickled.

Well, that wasn’t a complete truth. It was his favourite thing in the world once upon a time, but then it got ruined by various jobs that Val made him undergo. And that did make him quite sad, he wished he could have it in his life again, but he feared it was associated with one too many bad memories at this point.

And now, the thought of it terrified him.

This was made all too apparent when Charlie (the resident tickle monster of the Hazbin Hotel) decided to attack Vaggie in the middle of the lobby one afternoon. This was a regular occurrence, and everyone usually watched fondly as the usually stoic Vaggie let herself laugh (that is until the tables turned and Charlie then gets absolutely destroyed, she may initiate most tickle fights but usually ends up spectacularly losing them!). However, this was the first time Angel had witnessed this spectacle.

And he just couldn’t bring himself to watch.

The laughs mixed with screams, the squirming, the panicked breathing, it just sent him to a dark place. Where the masses chuckled and cooed at the girlfriends’ antics, Angel felt his breathing hitch and an unpleasant anxiety building in his stomach. Tears pricked in his eyes and he tried to inconspicuously leave the room, unnoticed. Or so he thought.

“Hey, what’s up, you okay?”

Angel turned around and saw Husk, head tilted, a concerned look on his face. Panic shot through him; “oh shit, did everyone notice me leave? That must’ve looked REALLY fucking weird, how am I going to explain-”

“Relax, nobody else saw you go,” Husk said gently, sitting on a nearby couch and directed Angel to take the place next to him. “Everyone was far too distracted watching those dumbasses wreck each other, although it’s a frequent occurrence it does never get boring!” he chuckled as the laughter from the lobby turned up a notch, but then frowned when he saw Angel visibly flinch at the sound.

“I’ve… never seen ‘em do this before,” he explained as he took the seat next to Husk, tensing up slightly as a paw was placed around his shoulders but immediately relaxed. He trusted Husk, perhaps more than anyone in this godforesaken place. But could he explain this?

Husk looked at the spider with concern in his eyes. He was triggered, clearly, but he couldn’t quite piece together why the girls tickling each other had caused this.

“Do you wanna talk about it, Angel? We don’t gotta, but you know I’d never judge you for anything. We’re both losers, don’t ya forget that, so nothing is off-limits.”

Angel looked up at the cat, debating for a full minute as to whether he was going to indulge. However, as he heard Charlie squeal from the room over from them and physically had to hide his head in his hands, he figured an explanation was desrved.

“I… just…” he stuttered, trying to find the words. “They’ve been ruined for me.”

Husk looked slightly confused. “What have? Tickles?”

“Yeah… there was a week-long shoot a few years back, and it always got taken too far. Lotta ignoring of safewords and not stopping even though I begged and begged and begged, my body felt like it was going to shut down-“ Angel shuddered as he remembered. “I’ve done a lot of weird shit for this job, Husk, ya know? And you know I love to relinquish control. But this, by far, was the one time I felt the most trapped and suffocated.”

The usually stoic Husk felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. Sure, tickling was torturous, that was the POINT. But it was also supposed to have an aspect of fun and trust and love behind it, and the fact that Val had taken that from him made him both upset and absolutely fuming.

“Fuck me, that’s intense.” Husk couldn’t find the words for awhile. “And also fully understandable as to why you’d be triggered now.”

A scream and a giggly “NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEERE” from Charlie in the other room made Angel tense somehow harder than he was before, and Husk tightened his hold around his shoulders.

“If it’s any reassurance, the girls’ dumba ass tickle fights are nothing like that, there’s a lot of silliness and love behind it and it would never ever get taken that far” said Husk, trying to reassure the spider. “Infact, I’m fairly sure they both love every second of it, no matter how much they protest in the moment.”

“Oh I know that, really I do.” said Angel. “ I know what they’re MEANT to be like, it’s like I said, they were ruined for me.”

Oh?

So that meant…

“You used to like being tickled?” Husk enquired, a slight grin in his voice as he enjoyed the thought of his sweet spider enjoying something so silly. That thought was fleeting as he realised how that was no longer true because of his job, and Val. God. the things he could do to that bastard for breaking Angel like this…

Angel nodded, cheeks burning slightly. “A whole lot, used to ask Cherry for it all the time. But I fear I’m too far gone now, I’m too scared it’ll go too far and people won’t stop.” Angel sighed, and flinched again as the laughter somehow got EVEN LOUDER through the walls (what on EARTH was Vaggie doing to Charlie?). “I want to like it again, I do think about it a lot still.”

“We can try now, if you like?”

Husk looked into Angel’s eyes to gauge his reaction. He couldn’t tell by that one sentence if he had just put the fear of god into him, or hit the nail on the head with exactly the best way to fix this.

Angel couldn’t tell, either. On the one hand, the thought of being tickled again terrified him. He had managed to avoid it as much as he could outside of work, and even in work he would try and steer the content towards other things. However, he knew deep down that he wanted this back in his life. He trusted Husk, so maybe this would be the perfect way to ease back into it? He deliberated, and made his decision.

“Yeah… okay.”

Husk breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t overstepped a boundary, and felt the grin returning to his face as he figured out the best way to do this.

“Anything I should know before we try this out? Now is the time for boundaries, my little spider-” said Husk, a teasing tone already etched into his voice which made Angel chuckle and roll his eyes.

“Stop when I tell you to-“

“That’s a given, dumbass, I was gonna do that anyway.”

That made Angel relax, he wasn’t used to people listening to his pleas. Maybe this would actually be okay…

“Oh… okay! Uhhhh, no foot stuff please, that was always Val’s… yeah. Favourite. So that’d probably send me into a panic.”

He thought for a second.

“Otherwise…. youregoodtogo-“ he mumbled as he buried his face in Husk’s chest, preparing himself. Oh god, what if this was a bad idea? What if he just hated it no matter what? What if he yelled at or hurt Husk? What if-

All thoughts in his head were silenced as the paw that was placed on his shoulder began to walk ever-so-gently around his bicep. Husk traced his entire upper arm slowly and delicately, before moving all the way round to where Angel’s underarm met his ribcage.

“This okay?”

Angel could only nod, a trace of a smile forming on his lips as Husk began to lightly scritch the spot. Nothing too intense, nothing that would overhelm him. But it couldn’t be ignored.

Husk felt the spider tense up below him as he used one claw to dance lazy, gentle circles around Angel’s ribcage. He glanced down to make sure he was okay, but it seemed to be more of a tickly flinch than an uncomfortable jerk away, so he persisted, adding more claws to slowly intensify the sensation.

It was then that he heard it.

The giggles.

And it was just the sweetest sound Husk had ever heard.

In fact, he got so distracted by the sound of Angel’s giggles that he subconsciously stopped tickling him to listen. Which, of course, stopped the giggles.

“Hey, ya didn’t need to stop!” said Angel, surprising himself.

“Oh I know… I just got distracted by something” chuckled Husk, beginning the movement of his claws again, as slow and as gentle as before. Angel tensed and giggled again, but didn’t seem to be protesting too much.

Angel had missed this. He had missed being in a safe place where he was free to be held and just let someone dote on him for a bit. Head empty, no control, no expectations, to just relax and feel happy. He couldn’t help his arm flinching against Husks gentle tickles around his ribcage, but he also noticeably lent into both Husk himself and his paws on his ribs.

Husk took this positive body language and gentle giggles to turn it up a notch, scratching with slightly more intent and pressure, making wigging motions with his paw. He also walked his fingers down from Angel’s ribcage to the sides of his stomach.

The spider’s gentle giggles quickly became slightly louder laughs as Husk did this, and initially felt a zap of panic. However, it was impossible to feel unsafe in the arms of the cat, so he let himself feel the sensations. It wasn’t TOO intense, but it was certainly enough for him to squirm and cackle, especially when Husk added a second paw to mirror his actions on the opposite side at the same time.

“Hehehehehey!!” laughed Angel. “Thahahahat was uncahahahahalled for!!”

“Oh was it now?” teased Husk, feeling a little more confident that he wouldn’t end up overwhelming Angel at this point. “Because I don’t hear you protesting, baby. Infact, I’d probably say you’re having a pretty swell time right now!”

“Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup” protested Angel, cheeks burning redder than the skies of Hell itself. “Teheheheasing mahahahahakes it wOHOHOHORSE-“

Upon the last word of his sentence, Husk moved both of his tickling paws to the front of his stomach, spidering the spider’s belly like there was no tomorrow. Angel SQUEALED, throwing his head back into Husk’s shoulder as he tried and failed to whine about quite how mean he was being right now.

Despite this, there was one thing that Angel couldn’t deny. Fucking hell, he could never deny how much he’d missed this. To be able to enjoy being tickled again without the fear of boundaries being disrespected and his every part of his body panicking as strangers took advantage of him, under Val’s perverted instruction.

“You doing okay down there?!” Husk chuckled, checking in as Angel arched his back and fell backwards onto the couch. Husk had one paw kneading into an armpit whilst the other made various shapes into his tummy. This seemed to be a killer combination as Angel snorted in his cackles and basically folded his body in half.

The cat slowed his attack to let Angel catch his breath, which may have been perfect timing as the spider managed to breathe out a “Stohohop nohohoho mohohore” through his depleting giggles. This made Husk briefly panic, thinking he had took it too far and this had all been for nothing. But the persistent grin and sniling eyes of Angel reassured him that he hadn’t put a foot wrong. Or, rather, a paw wrong.

“Thahahahat was fun” said Angel, residual giggles still pouring from his mouth as he sat himself up, rubbing the leftover tickly feelings away from his torso. “Might take a few goes and a bit of practice, but it certainly is an improvement to fifteen minutes ago!”

Husk felt his heart melt as Angel cuddled back into him and, as the room silenced, the laughter from Charlie and Vaggie’s ordeal STILL could be heard through the walls. However, now it made Angel smile fondly as opposed to being terrified for his life.

“How are they STILL going?” pondered Husk, shaking his head fondly at the sounds from the other room

Angel shrugged, and laughed as he heard Charlie let out a noise not too dissimilar to a squeal that he himself had produced moments earlier. “Shall we go and observe?”

Husk grinned and nodded, tweaking Angel’s side before taking his hand. Angel flinched and tutted at the cat, but couldnt hide the endearing look in his eyes as they ventured back into the lobby to observe the girlfriends tickle fight.

It certainly was a happy day in Hell.

[awwfur]

WoF x TWST. Yuu, Grim, and the great seven.

Master post More WoF x twst AU! More info and rambles past here

(And size chart at the bottom cause I know WoF sizes are wack)

Makes the most sense to start with Yuu first, yea?

Yuu: They get to be human still! Yay them! In this AU I wanted scavengers/humans to be extinct. Why? To make Yuu even more outta place. There’s a bit more to them as a character, but I’ll save that for the writing of the AU.

Grim: I played with the idea of making him into some kinda cat-like fantribe. But settled on making him still very cat like but with more dragon like qualities. Also bigger. And I’m still playing with the idea of him having a smaller form closer in stature to him cannon size. (So he can still ride on Yuu and have something unique to him) He was really fun and really hard to figure out, cause I almost made him more wild cat looking, but I didn’t end up liking it.

(I don’t plan on giving the ramshackle ghost their own full fledged refs, or even just head shot/bust refs. Apologies to all.)

and now onto the seven! Who I’ve turned from Disney Villains into WoF villains/antagonists (they are in order of left to right too to bottom)

Queen Scarlet: “The Scarlet queen” I know that an icewing might have been more fitting, with all the rules they have. But! I went for color pallet. I’m also heavily bias. So Scarlet gets to be queen of hearts

Queen Wasp: “The Queen of Tribes” a big reason for picking Wasp over Blister in place of scar is the fact that, well, she did rule over the silkwings for a good 50 years give or take. And I have this head cannon that she’s fair more clever than she’s depicted in the books.

Albatross: “The great seawing animus” I REALLY wanted Ursula’s WoF substitute to be a seawing. And there was NO WAY I was using whirlpool. (If you know you know) also I have him holding the drawing for the summer palace

Blister: “The sister of Brilliance” If this clever villain wasn’t getting to be the Scar stand in, she was going to be the Jafar stand in. (And yes I drew her holding the eye of onyx. If you know. You know.)

Chameleon: “The beautiful shapeshifter” okay. Scarlet would have gotten to be the Evil queen stand in if I wasn’t dead set on making her the stand in for the queen of hearts. So I had to pick the next best character. That being Chameleon. I don’t have any big reason for him being the Evil Queen besides the fact he has those scraps of scroll to turn into a few other tribes (I can’t remember if there were more than the Icewing, Nightwing and skywing. Because I wanna say he had four tribes he turned into) and also I have him holding Darkstalker’s scroll

Queen Diamond: “The queen of Ice” another one who I just kinda picked the “oh ugh-this’ll do”. I mostly picked her cause of the spell she cast on foeslayer to keep her trapped. So I guess she gets to be the Hades stand in.

Darkstalker: “The Darkstalker” that title is subject to change. But since he already had one in the books may as well use it! Anyway, it only made since to make the most clever and powerful Wings of Fire villain be the Maleficent stand in. Drew him when he escaped from under the mountain because that pose felt like the most powerful one for him. (Although like scarlet I’m very bias)

welp that’s the WoF seven (shockingly hard to pick who would be who. Besides Darkstalker he was easy)

Size chart time!

The dragon examples are Skywings, and I’m of the belief that mudwings and nightwings are larger than skywings but I picked skywings to be the chart comparisons because not meany characters will be much taller or shorter than an average adult skywing. Well, besides the staff but that’s besides the point.

it also has Grim and Yuu because I feel it’s very important to know how tall these two are. (And if I give them exact measurements my brain won’t remember) I was also tempted to add in some kinda animal in here because we’re going largely with mega fauna and flora. But it made the chart crowded. But know I intend for even chickens to be larger than Yuu. (Or about the same hight not sure yet)

[accio-victuuri]

chengyi just posted a new xiao zhan focused tidbit from the wuji recording on her weibo. to those who don’t know her, i have talked about it here and the incident that kinda made her famous in cpf circle. she is familiar with the boys and is obviously a cpf, but just a disclaimer that i don’t believe she’s an insider that proves zz and wyb have a romantic relationship. to be fair, she doesn’t say that. she mostly shares bits like this. whatever her motive is, i don’t know. i’m only here to enjoy new/old content especially from filming wuji where she was present.

everyone’s favorite part doesn’t show the actual video but only the audio. i absolutely love how zz says ��mimi” in that sweet way to call the cat and the implication of what was said to ZZ about being ✨pretty✨ lol. ZZ is so goddamn pretty he got the cat confused. or maybe he’s just so good at handling them. 💟

XZ: why is it so big and chubby, what’s the name?

👧：mimi

XZ：mini?

👧：mimi

XZ：oh mimi, such a usual name

👧 ：i just made up a name

👨：the cat likes you

👧：it only likes girls, the prettier they are, the more it likes them.

where is the lie? xz is indeed very pretty and i’m sure the cat appreciated it, and xz was probably using his cat owner voodoo to make the cat comfortable. chengyi commented that she was not trying to imply anything malicious by it and it was only said casually cause that’s how her cat is.

wyb was obvs there too and chengyi had shared in the past some bits of this time. where they apparently tried to take photos with mimi. and that photo ( above ) of wyb petting mimi. tho chengyi said mimi ran as soon as wyb touched her. lol.

our boys are true animal lovers! 🤍🤍🤍

this audio format reminded me of the times when some fan sites will do the exact same thing. you can’t see what’s going on but hear the voices and what they are saying clearly. for those unofficial bts before, it was mostly done when the actual video is sensitive and may get the boys in trouble. with an audio, there is still plausible deniability. what if it’s just someone who sounds like so and so? a video is harder to defend. and well most of those are deleted after. fans are asking chengyi if there is more. i wanna see them playing with mimi please 🥹🥹🥹 but at the same time, it’s probably a private moment where they know they are not actively filmed. compared to the other released ones, the angle is the same and the boys clearly know there is a camera and they are filming.

Mimi is a lucky cat! 😭😭😭😭

-END.

[thewitchoftheweed]

Hello! I hope you're doing well, mentally and physically as well as financially.

I'd like to know if we could get more world lore about your Red Star verse about the animals' culture, traditions, and rituals, etc, especially the sheepfolks! I like the wedding traditions between sheeps bit. Do you mind if others also add in some ideas in their fanarts for your COTL fic, or is that a step too far?

Anyway, my main question is; do you have any lore details on Azrael and his family, or is it free estate to expand on them a bit? I have some ideas but I would like to know your thoughts on it first. Will we see more Vessel history from you?

Happy New Year and have a cool good month come to you, drink water plenty and eat vegetables regularly, sleep early!

I don’t have a whole lot of specific animal lore, but I do have some!

“Cannibalism” (I’m defining it here as the game does— consuming another sentient animal) is most common between predator and prey species. Snakes may not be willing to eat another snake in desperate times, but a mouse or a rat is fair game. That’s why Ratoo wasn’t very trusting of Ratau and Flinky’s relationship at first.

Regarding cats, there’s more specific lore:

Cats are very heavily impacted by their heat cycles. This leads to a lot of jokes/stereotypes about their supposed promiscuity.

Black cats in particular are associated with magic. This is due to a long dead tradition of Baast only choosing to elevate and train other black cats like herself in magic.

There is an old legend that says a god of life once favored cats so much they blessed them with the good fortune of nine lives; this seems to just be a fun story other cats like to tell when someone gets lucky in a dangerous situation.

Singleton births — as in, there is only one baby born per pregnancy — are more uncommon for cats. Twins and triplets tend to be more common. Kiki was a triplet, for example.

As for sheepfolk, there will be a bit more expanded on in the fic! In general, though, sheep culture tended to be collectivist. In times before the genocide, a sheep’s herd was intensely important. Decisions were made based on what was best for the group as a whole. Herds could be anywhere from between 4-5 related families or the size of entire towns.

Sheep were generally stereotyped as empathetic and kind. Herds would often help outsiders if they were able, but an outsider’s life would never be prioritized over a herd member. Because of these traits, gods of the past considered them as easy to control and the depth of their emotion could make them powerfully devoted followers. Sheep were often abducted into cults, causing many to choose a nomadic lifestyle to avoid this fate. Lambs traditionally wore bells so that their parents could always hear them, and would know if someone tried to snatch them.

Others are free to add their own ideas to fanart! They likely wont appear in the fics as I have my own intentions, but I’m always excited to see other people’s ideas and interpretations.

As for Azrael and his family, there’s a bit more behind them. Azrael was a typical ram trying to survive; like many sheep, his herd moved often in an attempt to avoid the Bishops’ genocide. He honed his skills as a warrior defending his herd’s young, sick, and elderly against the Bishops’ followers. He had a special hatred for Kallamar in particular during life; his parents died from a brutal plague he unleashed.

The actual raid that killed Azrael and most of his family was also caused by Kallamar. When Kallamar could not determine the precise location of this specific sheep settlement, he used magic to flood the entire area. The flash flood washed away their temporary shelters and separated them, allowing Kallamar’s followers to comb through the debris and kill whoever remained. This is how Azrael, his wife, and son died. His daughter was presumed dead, though her body was never found. In reality she was found half-dead by another band of sheep and raised amongst them. She lived and died believing she was the only survivor in her family, though she ironically did hear of The Fanatic— she just never imagined it could be her father resurrected.

Azrael began as a strong devotee of The One Who Waits, thus his eventual nickname as The Fanatic. He began to believe the prophecy of the Lamb — despite referring to the last Lamb — referred to him. He was one of TOWW’s most powerful vessels by far, and he slew several high ranking priests of the Bishops. TOWW encouraged this delusion to increase Azrael’s devotion and brutality, though he knew the ram would never be able to kill the Bishops or free him. As Narinder would eventually reveal to Hamal, this was just a ploy to speed up the sheep extinction and hasten his liberation.

As I’ve said, I’m always curious to see other people’s interpretations. The above is about as much lore as I have on Azrael and his family.

Re: other vessels…probably not. The vast majority of them were just distractions to keep TOWW from going totally insane and offered an opportunity to lash out at his siblings. He didn’t take note of most of them. Only those that had a specific purpose — such as the first vessel he sent to talk to his siblings, Azrael, and Ratau — were worthy of being remembered in any capacity. We’ll probably expand a teeny bit more on that first vessel, but that’ll be it.

Lol this got lengthy. I hope it was interesting!

[teaberrii]

Chapter 13: The Archons

You and Dan Heng are a match made in heaven until fate takes him away from you too soon. Years later, you think you moved on with a mutual friend who shared your grief and stuck with you during tough times until you meet a mysterious man with a striking resemblance to your past lover and a hidden motive. You’re determined to get rid of him, but how are you going to get rid of a god?

Dan Feng/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail crossover

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

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A car and cab pull up to a large neighbourhood with tall high-rise apartments with multiple swimming pools, luxury lounges, and gyms. You aren’t surprised, considering Furina’s wealth and status. Soon, you and the dragon gang are behind Signora as she presses a couple of buttons on a call box.

“I’ve been expecting you! Come on in.”

As the gates start opening, Dan Feng notices Zhongli's skeptical look.

“Is something wrong?” Dan Feng asks.

"Oh, it's... It's nothing," is the answer as Zhongli follows Signora inside.

"My sixth sense is telling me otherwise," Bailu says quietly.

You walk past a diamond chandelier in the lobby and politely nod at those at the receptionist's desk. Eventually, you’re standing in front of a tall door that looks identical to the others on the brightly lit floor. As soon as the door opens, you see a short, young woman with fair skin and eyes with different shades of blue.

“You…”

Everyone turns to Zhongli who looks like he's seen a ghost.

Furina smiles. “Long time no see, old friend.” She opens the door wider. “And of course, my dear Chief Justice.” 

"Old friend?" Bailu asks, looking from Furina to Zhongli. “Do you two know each other?”

“It’s… a long story,” Zhongli says, sighing.

Finally, she looks at you. “Why do I have a feeling we’ve met before?”

“I can assure you we’ve never met,” you say calmly. “But… You knew Dan Heng and his mother.”

“Ah!” Furina’s smile turns nostalgic and sad. “Were you his girlfriend? I remember…” Then, she said your name, and you nod. “He mentioned you.”

“If I may,” Neuvilette says, his arms crossed, his stern gaze never leaving Furina. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”

Furina pushes the door more. “I know, I know. It’s been… What? Centuries? Surely, we’ll need more than one afternoon to catch up.”

“I understand all of you have some kind of history with each other,” Signora says, entering Furina’s insanely large flat. “But, I hope we won’t deviate from our focus.”

“Ah, yes." Furina walks to the kitchen. “Lan and Nanook… Our notorious Aeons, am I correct?”

“Before that,” Neuvilette says, frowning. “I need to know. Why are you here? How are you alive?”

“Now, now, Chief Justice, I know you must be ecstatic to see your old pupil.” Furina grabs some fancy-looking teacups and starts pouring tea from an elegant-looking teapot. “Take a seat, and I’ll tell you about my little adventure.”

You, Dan Feng, and Neuvilette take one couch in the living room while Zhongli, Bailu, and Signora take the other. After putting the tray of cups and biscuits on the glass table, Furina sits in a large, blue armchair where a white cat is sleeping at the top.

“Let’s start with the basics, shall we? My name is Furina. In this world, I’m in the luxury business. But, I was once a lawyer”—she looks at Neuvilette—”studying under the great Mr. Chief Justice.”

Neuvilette frowns. “But that was centuries ago.”

Furina picks up her teacup and smiles at him. “I’ve been around much longer than you think.”

“Longer than Lan and Nanook?” Signora asks.

“Correct.”

Bailu frowns. “How? With magic?" 

“She was once a god." Furina smiles. Bailu looks from Zhongli to Furina and back to Zhongli until he says, “Before the Castle of Dragons… Before any of the gods existed, there were the Archons, the original gods who created life.”

“The Archons…”

Dan Feng looks at you. “Do you know something about them?”

“There’s a lot of folklore surrounding them. My parents used to tell me stories of them when I was a kid…” You look at Zhongli. “But those were just stories… You’re saying they really existed?”

Furina chuckles. “You’re looking at one of them.”

“Is that true?” Dan Feng asks Zhongli with obvious surprise. “You... You kept this a secret from us this whole time?”

“There was never a reason to bring it up.”

Bailu scoffs. “Yeah, I guess just randomly dropping the fact that you’re one of the original gods who created life is too much for us to bear.” She slaps his leg. “How dare you!”

Neuvilette sighs. “This is what happens when we don't talk about our pasts.”

“That’s ‘cause we want to stay away from all the gloom and doom!” Bailu says. “Heck, if I were one of the original Archons, I’d flaunt it.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” Neuvilette deadpans.

“It sounds like something happened to them,” you say, taking a biscuit. “I mean…" You look at the dragon gang. "You're gods. If none of you knew Zhongli and Furina were Archons, what happened to them?”

“You catch on fast,” Furina says, leaning forward with curiosity in her eyes. “You’re supposed to be human, right? Sounds like you know quite a bit."

Signora has one leg crossed over the other. “Well? Don’t keep us in the dark.” She looks at Zhongli. “Is she right?”

“There was what was known as the Archon War,” Zhongli says, after a pause. “There wasn’t just a few of us. There was an Archon for every aspect of life. Some created terrain such as mountains and another made the seven seas. But, when it came time to decide on a ruling party, a consensus couldn’t be reached.”

A gavel hitting the block echoed throughout the large courtroom but failed to silence the overlapping conversations completely.

“We agreed upon a democratic vote,” a woman with long, dark violet hair said calmly, but her patience was wearing thin. “All of us should respect the result.”

Someone scoffed. “Respect a result where it’s skewed?” They glared at her. “You may have won, but the combined votes of the opposition clearly show they do not want you in power, Ei.”

“Please stop fighting,” a man said. “This will get us nowhere.”

Another stood up. “Screw the votes. Why are we deciding amongst ourselves? We should let the people, those we preside over, decide who should rule. We're doing this for their future, are we not? Whoever we decide on bears the responsibility of paving humanity's future."

“That is absurd! Do humans have the knowledge or common sense to decide on a proper ruling party? They are prone to bias and rely on feelings.”

As a war of words broke out, a man in a brown and white cloak watched from the sidelines before making eye contact with another who was also watching in silence: a slim, young woman with long white hair and light blue streaks.

“Instead of solving our conflict rationally, a war broke out to determine the strongest of us all,” Zhongli continues, picking up his tea. “And it wasn’t just us who suffered. Because of our actions, we also caused great grief to the humans. Crops failed to grow due to absurd weather, night and day became indistinguishable, and many natural disasters shouldn’t have happened.”

“Many died in that war,” Dan Feng says, “and only seven survived. Am I right?”

“I should have known you would know something about it.”

“I’ve read about it. But while there were details of the Archon War, there wasn’t a lot on the Archons themselves.”

“Well, you’re right. Only seven survived, but we didn’t escape unharmed.”

“We were much too weak,” Furina says, putting her teacup down and picking up a biscuit. “If we didn’t do something, we would cease to exist as we couldn’t carry out our duties as gods anymore. Those who survived still wanted to live… so, we used the last of our strength to split ourselves apart.”

“Wait a minute…” Bailu narrows her eyes. “Are you saying there’s more than one Zhongli? More than one you?”

“Not exactly,” Zhongli says. “It would be more accurate to say that we split from the power we had left which poured into repairing the damage of the Archon War. We were left as a human when we separated from our magic.”

“With all of your memories as an Archon?” Neuvilette asks.

“Gosh,” Bailu mutters. “Would that be a curse or a blessing?”

“Is that how magic was born?” Dan Feng asks. “Through the remaining powers of the Archons that seeped into different parts of life?”

Furina smiles. “Of course, there’s no solid proof… but I’d say so.”

“But… If all of you still had your memories,” you say, “how come you didn’t know each other?”

“We took on different forms and names as Archons,” Zhongli says. “While we still have our memories, we never crossed paths again since we became human.”

“I saw the look in his eyes at the door,” Furina says, slightly chuckling. “We recognized each other instantly. Perhaps that’s how it is if we ever meet the other Archons.”

“Now, hang on a darn minute,” Bailu says, turning to Zhongli. “How’d you end up at the Castle of Dragons if you’re already an Archon? You lived a human life as Zhongli and then became a god again?”

“I can ask the same for you, Furina,” Neuvilette says, frowning. “Your appearance now is how I met you. You also know who I am, which means you have memories of your life as a lawyer. The Archon War didn't happen during my time. So, I have to ask.” He looks at her. “Are you a god? A human? What are you?”

Furina finishes her tea, but before she pours herself another cup, she refills everyone else’s. “After becoming Furina, I remained human for a while until I recovered my magic." She picks up her cup and takes a long sip. “And since then, I retained this form without getting older."

“You can’t be serious,” Bailu says, frowning. “I spent a good portion of my life researching immortality and all it takes is a little Archon magic? I feel cheated.”

Furina chuckles. “Not exactly, my little doctor friend. It wasn’t just any Archon magic. It was my magic. It was like I recovered myself as a god. Except, I never changed to the form I once took. I'm stuck in this body.”

Dan Feng turns to Zhongli. “Why do I have a feeling you never tried recovering your Archon magic?”

“At one point, I did, but… I let it go.”

“Why?” Bailu asks.

“That is a story for another time,” Zhongli answers, to Bailu’s dismay. “When the Archons became human, we were treated as such. We weren't special because of our pasts. So, the story of how I became a god shares a common theme similar to yours."

After a moment of silence, Neuvilette turns to Furina. “Well, this explains how you knew so much about magic.”

Neuvilette couldn’t believe his eyes. Did a textbook—his textbook—just teleport from one place to another? But, more importantly, why was his pupil responsible? He closed the door to his study, and she spun around. 

“Chief Justice! You scared me! You could’ve said something earlier.”

“I just got here.”

Furina looked at the silent clock on the wall. “Much earlier than anticipated, but I shouldn’t have expected less.”

Neuvilette walked to the table. “What were you doing?”

“I think you knew exactly what I was doing."

Neuvilette looked at his textbook on the coffee table. “You… made something teleport.” Then, his attention went back to her. “Since when do you know something about magic?”

“It's impossible not to know something about magic, don’t you think, Chief Justice? It’s humanity’s flashy new toy.”

“But not a lot is known about it,” Neuvilette said skeptically. “How would you know how to wield it?”

Furina smiled. “I’ve been dabbling. What? Are you interested?” She chuckled. “I could mentor you if you want.”

But, Neuvilette didn’t look pleased. “It’s dangerous.”

“Are you talking about black magic? If so, then I agree.”

“All magic is dangerous,” Neuvilette emphasized. “White magic, if used for the wrong motives, does that not count as black magic?”

Furina sighed. “We are far too early to distinguish between white and black magic. But, you make a valid point, Chief Justice. I wonder how our laws will change as magic gets more developed.” She picked up his pen. “Could you imagine the possibilities if we could make people teleport?” Neuvilette narrowed his eyes. “It could change the world.”

You can’t put your finger on it, but something is tugging at the back of your mind. You remember Dan Feng’s story of the surprise military attack and your dream about eavesdropping on an important conversation. Could the woman who betrayed the brothers know something about teleportation? But, before that, you need to know…

“Was that ever made possible?"

“Hm?” Furina asks. “You mean human teleportation?” A pause. “It was."

Your heart races, and you’re about to ask another question when Signora cuts in.

“What about the Aeons? Do they know who you are? Who you were?”

“Lan and Nanook were humans when I was an Archon,” Furina answers. “They became who they are as a consequence of their actions, but we’ve never met before.”

“Hm… Guess they kept a pretty low profile,” Bailu says, picking up a biscuit.

Furina takes a long sip of her tea. “From what I know… They were the first to experiment with dark magic.”

Dressed in a long, black, dark blue robe covering her from head to toe, Furina had recently recovered some of her magic, and because of that, she could sense when any magic was being used. Her foreboding gut feeling took her to a large cemetery in the middle of the night. She stood in front of a large, wrought iron gate. As she stepped forward, the gates eerily opened as if expecting her. The cemetery was quiet except for the soft steps of her shoes against the pavement. Flowers, most of them fresh, were neatly placed on some of the graves. As she got further in, she began hearing voices.

“Goddamit, Lan, you aren’t doing it right.”

“I’d love to see you try, Nanook.”

Furina looked around but there was no one in sight. So, she continued walking in the direction the voices were coming from.

“Perhaps… we need more than just her skull.”

“Great. And where’re we going to find that?”

Two men stood on either side of a grave on a small hill underneath a dead tree. One had longer hair and held an open book while the other held a candle and a small, round gold mirror.

Suddenly, the one holding a mirror said:

“Who’s there?”

The other turned around and narrowed his eyes. Then, he turned back. “Did you see someone, Nanook?”

“I saw something,” Nanook muttered. “Wait…! It might be—”

“Don’t be ridiculous. That’s not how this works.”

“How would you know? We’re following instructions from some unknown book where it might be all fake for all we know.”

“Magic exists,” Lan said sternly. “You saw it. I saw it. If normal magic can exist… Why not push it to its boundaries?”

“It was obvious that they were trying to bring someone back from the dead,” Furina says.

Bailu pours herself more tea. “Who?”

“A woman named Idrila.”

Dan Feng immediately looks at her. “Idrila….?”

“Do you know her?” Neuvilette asks.

“She was a princess who lived a short life,” Furina answers, to everyone’s surprise.

“Her parents were at odds with mine,” Dan Feng says. “Her military was the one who invaded us.”

“Invade?” Bailu asks, eyes wide. “So… Was she still around when it happened?”

“No, but it added to the tension. There were rumours that someone from our side poisoned her." He looks at Furina. “You sure are knowledgeable about a lot of people’s lives.”

She chuckles. “Are you suspicious of me?”

“You knew about us,” Dan Feng says. “My brother and I. Yet, we’ve never met you.”

Furina glances at you. “I guess you knew about that because of her.”

“Dan Heng showed me your book,” you say. “The Book of Curses.”

“Clearly, Lan and Nanook weren’t the only ones dabbling in black magic,” Signora says. “I may have thought you were crazy before, but now I have to ask. What made you write something like that?”

Furina finishes her tea and puts down her cup. Her eyes land on Dan Feng. “I knew about the plan you and the Stellaron Hunters came up with to erase magic.”

“How did you know?” Dan Feng asks sternly. “That information was confidential.”

“The Stellaron Hunters suffered a similar problem to how the Archon War started. There will always be a majority, but there will always be someone with different opinions.”

The moon was full; the night was calm. Furina, holding a small oil lamp, stood at the shore of a large river that stretched into the abyss under the night sky.

“You’re early.” Furina spun around, startled that she didn’t hear the tall man approaching behind her. “Don’t be alarmed,” he continued. “I only just got here.”

Furina put the oil lamp on a large log. “Shall we get straight to business then? What does a Stellaron Hunter want with a human?”

“A human?” His red eyes shone in the night. “You are far from human. I saw it myself. You were using advanced magic. Magic that has surpassed human knowledge. You're not a human. Not completely. Am I right?”

“Asking questions when you know the answer…” Furina crossed her arms. “Is this the nature of the Hunters?”

He looked at the lake. “Soon, we’ll be living in a world devoid of magic.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Dan Feng… the sole survivor of the massacre that left his nation in shambles. He wants to rid the world of magic, and most of us are in agreement.”

“I take it you aren’t, considering you’re here.”

The fire in the oil lamp flickered.

“I’m not a stranger to his family,” the man said. “So, we’re acquainted. But I know he is not doing this for the good of the future. He’s doing it to restrain himself. He wants to use black magic to revive his dead family and rebuild the life he once had. He cannot accept what has happened, but he knows bringing the dead to life...”

“Has serious consequences,” Furina finished. “The chances of something going wrong is through the roof.” She sighed. “So, he’s running away from his desires? Is that what you’re saying?”

The man scoffed. “He wants to wipe the world of magic but keep our memories of it alive. It doesn’t make sense if we cannot continue using it. It’s simply being sentimental.”

“Someone sure has some strong feelings.”

“But the majority of us agreed upon this decision,” the man said without a change in his stoic tone. “Dan Feng says he won’t wipe our memories, but who’s to say he won’t.”

The flame flickered again. “Are you looking for a protection spell?”

“I wouldn’t want to fight magic with magic. We all know where that led us.”

“The Book of Curses is more than just a book about magic,” Furina says. “It’s also about our history… of how things came to be.”

The conversation between you and Dan Heng comes flooding back.

“So…” Neuvilette begins. “It was this man who asked you to document everything… Who was he?”

“Blade.”

Everyone turns to Dan Feng who has a stern look.

“What gave it away?” Furina asks amusingly.

“Right.” Bailu sighs. “So, where does this leave us now? We know about the Archon War, Lan and Nanook’s strange past to Idrila who was at odds with Dan Feng's family, and Furina’s book. The big question remains… What are we going to do about our black magic mischiefs?”

“Finding out more about Idrila would be a good place to start,” Zhongli says. “We know she was a princess… but what about her connections? Why would Lan and Nanook want to bring her back?” He looks at Dan Feng. “Have you met her before?”

“No. My brother and I were too young at the time to attend any political meetings. I’ve only heard about her and her sickness.”

“Sickness?” you ask.

Dan Feng and Dan Heng were walking towards the banquet hall for dinner when three maids turned the corner talking amongst themselves.

“Oh, yes, I heard… They were afraid her sickness would be contagious.”

“That would be frightening. I heard it was making her as pale as a ghost!”

“Perhaps that’s why there’s so much buzz about advances in medicinal magic… Still, is this really a good idea? What if we’re playing with fate here? “Upon seeing the brothers, she stopped and bowed. “Good evening, Young Masters!”

“What were you talking about?” Dan Heng asked.

“What is this about a sickness?” Dan Feng added.

The maids glanced at each other, and one of them said:

“The princess of—”

“It’s nothing, really,” one of the other maids interrupted. The brothers glanced at each other. "Dinner should be served shortly. You should hurry. Your parents are waiting.

“What do you think, Bailu?” Neuvilette asks. “You were a renowned doctor. Have you heard of anything like this?”

“Well… There are tons of illnesses that can make someone pale. But it sounds like it’s either just the beginning or a side effect of something.” Bailu looks deep in thought. “I told you before that we were experimenting with immortality. Before that, we were researching immunity. What if we could make people immune to literally every single illness? Or, at least to just develop mild symptoms.

“We’d make millions selling this magic medicine. But, it was way too good to be true. In other words, there could never be a ‘one-size-fits-all’ to medicine since infection takes different forms. But now that you mention it… Ah!”

“What is it?” Dan Feng asks.

“A colleague of mine was researching a strange illness that"—Bailu looks disturbed—"drains people's blood."

“Drains…” Neuvilette begins.

“...Their blood?” Signora finishes. "Do I want to know how that works?”

“It’s like…” Bailu hums quietly as she wonders how to explain it in simple terms. “...Like Death is living inside of you. Your blood slowly stops running to different parts of your body and then once it stops at the heart… you just… die.”

“Well, now that that nightmare is ingrained in everyone’s minds, is this an illness that’s inherited? Can someone get infected? If not…” Signora looks at Dan Feng. “Why would there be rumours of someone poisoning her?”

“If I remember correctly,” Dan Feng says. “She died earlier than she should’ve.”

“Does this illness still exist?” you ask. “If we could find records of it or anything about it, might give us a better understanding of this woman… and possibly her connection to Lan and Nanook.”

“Now that you mention it…” Bailu says. “The hospital I used to work at is still around.” She smiles. “Maybe it’s the perfect time for me to say hi.”

“I’d be concerned if someone remembers you,” Neuvilette deadpans.

Signora sighs. “I guess this is all we can do right now.”

“Hey.” Noticing Dan Feng is looking at her, Furina turns to him. “You met Dan Heng and his mother. Then, have you met the others? Tsaritsa… Pierro… Childe?”

“Not personally… I know of them but Dan Heng and his mother never talked about them.”

“Did you ever tell Dan Heng about his past self?” you ask. “You gave him that book, after all.”

“I wanted him to find out for himself,” Furina answers. “But, I don’t think he did. Perhaps he treated everything like it was fiction.”

“Why?” Dan Feng asks sternly. “Why would you want to make him remember what happened?"

Bailu looks at him worriedly. “Brother Moon…” 

“I—”

A loud ring interrupts Furina. She stands, walks over to the counter, and looks at the caller on the screen.

“...I’m sorry,” she says to the group. “This conversation will have to wait.”

And you think it’s for the best.

After saying your goodbyes, you and everyone else are at the apartment’s front entrance when Signora asks:

“Keeping Idrila a secret from Tsaritsa… What do you all think?”

Neuvilette nods. “Not until we have more information.”

Bailu’s hand is in a small fist, and she pats her chest. “You can count on me! I’ll get something for sure.”

“Is the hospital where you’ve been disappearing when you visit every dragon year?” Zhongli asks.

“Oh, well, you see…”

You and Dan Feng are standing a little behind the group, and as Bailu talks about her hustle, you glance at him.

“Hey…” Dan Feng looks at you. “You okay?”

“Yeah…” He sighs.

“I had the same question,” you say quietly. “Why did she want to make Dan Heng remember? And… I remember what you said before about people being doppelgangers upon their reincarnation.”

“In short, it has to do with how they accepted their death at the time they died. If they can’t accept it, they can be reincarnated with the same face and name, which signifies a continuation of their life. If they accept it, they can be reincarnated as a new person, which means a new start.”

“I don’t know how Dan Heng died back then… but”—you sigh—”it sounds like he has unfinished business or something.”

“My impression was that she murdered him…” Dan Feng says quietly. “But”—he puts a hand to his head—”I suppose I can’t say that with confidence considering he was already dead by the time I found them. But, she was the only one with him. It wouldn’t make sense for my brother to kill himself. Or, someone else killed him and spared her." He sighs. "But that doesn't make sense either."

“With the way she died, it sounds feasible to say that she was poisoned.” You quickly look at him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t make all these assumptions when there’s nothing to go on.”

“No… It’s something I never considered before because”—he closes his eyes for a brief moment—”I wanted to blame someone. All I have are pieces of what happened, and if I convinced myself that she murdered my brother, I'd have closure."

“Then… Let’s gather the missing pieces and start putting them together.”

“Hey!” You and Dan Feng look ahead and see your friends in front of a cab. “Are you two lovebirds done chit-chatting over there?”

You sigh with a little smile. “It's not like we have a choice now."

Dan Feng smiles at you. “You’re right.”

As you and Dan Feng head to the cab, your phone buzzes with a message. Without stopping, you take it out of your pocket and…

Dan Feng, a short distance away, turns back. “What is it?” When he doesn’t get a reply, he walks over and sees the chilling message on your screen from an unknown number.

Found you

Chapter 14

End notes:

Still thinking about how I wanna push Jing Yuan in here XD and Blade may or may not get an appearance next chapter (finally)

Tag list: @lunavixia @aerithsthingss @sunsethw4 @boomie-123

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Kinktober Day Five: Rutting/Heat

Went a little long with this one but I love nothing more than primal Halsin giving it to his spouses. A little bonus teasing at a new pairing as well, Tav’s mother Saera and a much young tiefling. Lightly proof read and may be missing a few content tags 🐻

Content and Warnings: oral sex, primal sex, anal sex, breeding kink, cum talk, outdoor sex, predator/prey, rutting/heat cycles, mild piss kink, brief mentions of vomit and excrement, PIV sex, knotting, partial wild shape sex.

Pairings: Astarion x Halsin, Halsin and Femme Tav solo, Tav x Halsin

Tav was trying to mend her relationship with her mother by accompanying her from Baldur’s Gate to Reithwin, where she would finally be moving to.The wizard, Rolan had generously offered some of the furnishings from Ramazith Tower to Saera, considering that they’d already made love atop most of it. Tav had only agreed to the trip if her mother and new young lover kept the public displays of affection to an absolute minimum. That promise didn’t last long, as they began making out in the front seat of the wagon before they even got to Rivington. Tav lay reclined on one of the couches in the back, still hiding her early pregnancy from her mother for the moment.

Tav could hear their giggles and whispers even above the rumble of the wagon and tried to plug her ears, until they hit a large bump in the road that nearly made her retch from her morning sickness. “Just because an Unseen Servant can drive a wagon, doesn’t mean that it should!” Tav yelled, leaning over the back of the wagon, preparing to see her breakfast again. “Can’t you keep your eyes off one another for more than two seconds?!”

“Sorry, dear!” Saera called back, banishing the servant and taking the reins again. “Rolan and I…were just both looking at the map.

“Mapping each other’s mouths, more like it,” Tav muttered, conquering her nausea for a moment, before one of the oxen left a mudpie in its wake. She hurled over the back of the wagon, leaving a pile of scrambled eggs and toast to accompany the pie.

“Are you sick, Clataedre?” Saera called back again.

“It’s just…motion sickness,” Tav lied, rinsing her mouth with a water flask. “I’ll get used to it.”

“I’m sure Rolan can make you a tincture or something?”

“Halsin gave me something, but it makes me sleepy…and I don’t trust you two not to careen this thing off a cliff with the way you carry on.”

Rolan said something that made her mother giggle and their lips began smacking loudly again, though they managed to keep an eye out for bumps.

Back at home, Halsin and Astarion were managing the twins by themselves, currently in the throes of privy training the toddlers. Shan kept attempting to poop outside and bury his waste like Wisp the cat did and Ava insisted on being carried to and fro her elegantly carved potty chair. “Gods, I miss not having to deal with shit,” Astarion sighed, holding his nose as he dumped the contents of Ava’s chair into the regular toilet. “Sure, the liquid diet was bland…but…the smell,” he gagged.

“I’m still amazed at the things that can come out of that little girl,” Halsin laughed, druidcrafting some heavily-scented flowers.

“Thank you, darling,” Astarion smirked at Halsin as he tickled them under his nose. “How do you think our own rose is fairing on the road without us?”

“I’m sure her and her mother are already arguing about something,” Halsin replied, giving Astarion a long kiss. “Mmmmm,” he growled, letting his tongue linger in Astarion’s mouth longer than usual. “You taste good this afternoon.”

He kissed down Astarion’s neck, nuzzling into the lacing of his undershirt. “You smell good too…”

“Settle down, Daddy Bear, the kids are still awake,” Astarion purred, hearing the hunger in Halsin’s voice.

“But due for a nap soon,” Halsin replied, giving his ass a tight squeeze.

This pregnancy was his turn at having sympathy symptoms, which included an increased libido. With Tav away from the house for a few days, Astarion was hoping Halsin could be contained to only a few ruts per day. “Shall we employ the cottage again this time?” Astarion asked, wondering what Halsin was in the mood for.

“If we can make it that far,” Halsin bit his lip, nipping Astarion’s ear lobe. “I need you…as soon as possible…”

“Kids…I think it is time for your afternoon nap!” Astarion announced, gently nudging Halsin away before he became prematurely aroused. “Daddy Bear is going to work in the garden a little to let off some steam, so I’ll come read you a story.”

“I want mommy to weed us a stowy!” Ava pouted, already missing her mother’s presence.

“Mommy isn’t here, princess, so you will have to make due without the shadow puppets and funny voices,” Astarion sighed, giving Halsin a wink.

“She’ll be back soon, we promise,” Halsin headed towards the door to the garden. “Though possibly not soon enough,” he said quietly to himself.

Halsin let out a hungry growl as he walked across the path to the cottage, feeling the beast inside clawing to get out. He began to strip, letting the sun shine on his bare skin, which became a bit hairier. He splayed his body out across the large, flat boulder that they occasionally ate around, the morning sun making it nice and warm to lay across. He began clawing at his body, needing the sensation of touch to tide him over. He grunted lowly as his hands fumbled around his groin, rubbing himself stiff with loud pants from his throat. He began to stroke himself with his own sweat, the heat of his desires growing warmer by the second. Astarion found him in such a state after getting the twins to sleep. Halsin was tightly gripping his cock as he edged pre-cum out of it. “Already getting a head start, are we?” Astarion grinned, taking his time sauntering over. “You are insatiable.”

“Come here,” Halsin growled, sitting up and pulling Astarion close. He ripped open Astarion’s trousers with his teeth, licking across his cock as soon as he could reach it.

“Dear Gods, druid…slow down,” Astarion gasped, taking a handful of Halsin’s hair between his fingers. “We…have an hour…ahhh!” He moaned as Halsin took his still soft cock in his mouth.

“You taste like Clataedre,” Halsin looked up at Astarion, the primal golden glow in his eyes flashing.

“We…uhhnnnn…made love this morning…mmmmm…before she left…ahhh, too much teeth, darling…” Astarion whimpered, rapidly growing stiff in Halsin’s mouth.

“When?” Halsin bellowed, spinning Astarion around so he could eat his asshole.

“When you…were in the…ahhhh…bath…after you…tasted her for nearly an hour…”

“She’s ripe…fruiting…I needed it…” Halsin tongued Astarion’s asshole with a heavy, hot breath, reaching around to stroke him.

“Mmmmhhhh…I thought maybe that would…tide you over for a bit…but clearly I was…gods…Halsin…” Astarion moaned, Halsin’s firm tongue creeping up his hole a little.

“I fear I might need to use other means to satisfy myself…so I don’t wear you out,” Halsin slicked his fingers with pre-cum and slipped a few fingers up Astarion’s ass.

“Ahhhh…this is…really poor timing by Tav,” Astarion huffed, spreading his cheeks wider as Halsin fingered his ass, his mouth still licking and biting Astarion’s smooth backside. “You’re sure you want to stay out here to do this…the neighbors will hear?”

“They’ll be hearing much worse once Clataedre starts to show,” Halsin growled, pulling Astarion back slightly as he lay himself back across the boulder. “ I need you, my heart…but I don’t want to hurt you…so you better control the pace,” he slicked his cock with more pre-cum, ready for Astarion to mount him.

“You are buying me new pants, by the way,” Astarion grinned, licking his lips and slipping his trousers all the way off. “I’m not even going to bother mending them.”

“I could switch you to Druid’s robes, so I need only lift them up,” Halsin panted, stroking his cock to get more pre-cum.

“Now that is an idea…” Astarion straddled him, teasing Halsin’s cock against his tight hole. “Fashionable and fuckable robes by Astarion Ancunin.”

“You can design once we are done. I want you to come straight in my mouth,” Halsin groaned, Astarion sinking slowly around his cock. He gripped Astarion’s shaft, stroking him gently as he continued being engulfed by Astarion’s wet hole.

“Mmmmm you feel…good enough that I might not have control of where it goes,” Astarion grunted as he filled himself completely with Halsin’s thick length.

He rode Halsin slowly at first, letting him spill more pre-cum inside him to make things even more slick. Halsin began bucking his hips with him, still stroking along Astarion’s shaft, but begging for a faster pace. “Now…” Astarion huffed, bouncing quicker on his shaft. “Don’t you dare knot it me…the kids won’t be asleep for long.”

“I don’t…uhhhhnnnfff…always have control…and you feel…ready to be bred…” Halsin growled, bucking his hips faster. He hunched forward, taking Astarion’s cock in his mouth and sucking hard on it.

“Uhnnnn fuck…Halsin,” Astarion groaned, taking a tight handful of his hair in his fingers again. “I need to…ahhhh…get back to work…eventually…and be…fuck…able to walk.”

Halsin looked up at him with a hungry, but obedient nod, focusing part of his attention on staying unknotted. Astarion rode him faster as Halsin sucked hard on his tip, finally sputtering into his mouth with a desperate shout that sent a nearby family of crows scattering to the sky.

As good as Astarion felt, Halsin knew there was only one remedy for his insatiable rut and she was somewhere on the road to Reithwin. Astarion continued riding him, giving his prostate a healthy workout. Halsin had to pull out eventually, unable to keep the bulb from swelling out of the base of his cock. “Ahhhh…look at you…” Astarion cooed, reaching down to start stroking Halsin with his hand. “You’re in a proper rut, aren’t you big bear?”

“Blame our…beautiful wife and her…ummmmffphhh…fertile hips,” Halsin bellowed, his canines growing sharper. “I need to find her…mate with her again and again…”

“I suppose I can ask my mother to come help with the children for a few days,” Astarion grinned, stroking him tight and fast. He slid back onto Halsin’s thighs, not wanting him to erupt up the back of his shirt and into his hair. He cupped the bulbous, red knot in his other hand, the throbbing flesh even hotter than Halsin normally was. “This might be your biggest one yet, bear,” Astarion teased, seeing Halsin’s stomach clench as he prepared to climax. The thick spurts of cum shot at least a foot into the air, smattering back down across Halsin’s torso and the boulder. Astarion milked every last drop out, leaving Halsin panting and covered in his own cum.

“Mmmmmm…thank you, my heart,” Halsin let out a heavy sigh, glancing down at the mess he’d made of himself. “I might still be able to catch her tonight if I’m lucky.”

“Just be mindful that she’s with her mother,” Astarion leaned down to kiss him. “Don’t give the old woman a heart attack with your wild mating. Tav doesn’t need to lose both her parents in the same year.”

“I make no promises for my desires,” Halsin grinned. “Do you want me to bring you some new pants before I set off?”

“I think I have some in the cottage,” Astarion climbed off the stone with a groan. “Go easy on our little love. She may be just as horny as you, but she’s in a delicate state.”

“I will,” Halsin replied, sitting up to receive a goodbye kiss. “See you in a few days…good luck.”

Halsin shifted into his hawk wild shape, leaving the garden with a loud trill as Astarion went to get cleaned up and changed before the children woke up from their nap. Halsin soared above the city, heading straight towards Wyrm’s Crossing and the eastern road towards Reithwin. The sun was still bright, so he had plenty of daylight to try to find the wagon along the road. He made a quick stop along the river, diving towards the water before shifting into an otter and riding the slow current. He shifted back into his elven form, cleaning himself up in the water and letting the cold chill his loins for a bit as he swam. He continued his search in wolf form, trying to determine if they’d taken the safer Risen Road or the shorter trail with a much rougher ride. He thought he caught a hint of Tav’s scent towards the Risen Road and began to follow it with a slavering jaw. His desire was already growing and when he found the spot where they’d stopped to rest and relieve themselves, he found himself fully aroused again at the smell of her piss. He nuzzled it hungrily, chuffing at the faint bit of her own arousal that her stream had washed into the puddle. She was in a heat as well and he knew that when he found her, she’d be slick and waiting for him.

Even with the proposition of her warm embrace closer at hand, he was forced to shift back into his elven form. His cock was red and throbbing, his need to rut too much to overcome. He fucked his hand urgently, fingering his asshole as well to get him off quickly. “Clataedre,” he growled, spending into the pile of leaves she’d left her scent in. He clawed the tree after, letting the animals in the area know that a true beast stalked about. He returned to his hunt in hawk form, needing to find her a soon as possible.

Tav had taken over driving duties once her stomach settled, her mother and Rolan retreating into the back of the wagon for more kissing and fondling. They switched back after they had stopped for lunch and relieved themselves, Tav already longing for home and the comfort of her two husbands. As she dabbed herself dry after a long piss, she found her hand lingering there, her lips wet with more than her bladder contents. “I should have taken one of them along with us,” she thought to herself, biting deeply into her lip as she rubbed her palm against her clit.

She shifted the bunched up fabric of her dress from her waist to her teeth, both to muffle her moans and allow her to press her other hand against herself as well. She rolled her hips hungrily against her palm, moaning quietly into her dress with her panties still around her ankles. It was a desperate climax that was over quickly, after which she pulled up her panties and returned back to the road. “You look a little flushed, dear,” Saera noted, Tav’s cheeks beautifully rosy.

“I’m just a little tired,” Tav replied, a nap sounding like a wonderful idea after her quick orgasm. “I might nod off for an hour or two in the back.”

“Alright,” Saera nodded, climbing up into the front of the wagon with Rolan’s help. “We’ll try to avoid the bumps for you.”

They continued on down the Risen Road just as the sun began to creep towards setting in the west. Tav nodded off quickly, the relief of her climax and the warmth of the covered wagon lulling her to her trance.

Halsin spotted the wagon from afar, one of the few covered with a cloth to keep the dust of the road off the furniture. He circled overhead, seeing Saera and Rolan in the front and figured Tav must be in the back. He swooped down low and onto the cloth roof, catching a curious moan in his ear. “Ohhh Saera,” Rolan moaned quietly. “What if your daughter hears us?”

“She would have said something by now if she was awake,” Saera whispered quietly, a loud sucking sound following after.

Halsin teetered to the front edge of the roof, peeking over to find Tav’s mother giving Rolan a blow job as he drove the wagon. Rolan’s tail was up her dress and they both appeared to be enjoying themselves. Halsin took flight from the roof, startling them for a moment before they resumed their respective duties. He circled the wagon a few times before landing on the back gate, carefully peeking his head through the canvas.

Tav was asleep on her back, one hand above her head, tangled in the mess of her hair and the other cradling her stomach. She would be starting to show any day now and the thought of it made Halsin’s feathers ruffle. He quietly jumped down into the bed of the wagon and hopped onto the couch where Tav slept. She was covered in a thin dew of sweat, the heat of the sun making the inside of the wagon quite toasty. He used his beak to lift the hem of her dress slightly, letting his thin tongue taste a bit of the sweat on her calf. She stirred a little, letting out a quiet moan that made his cloaca throb. He knew that he needed to have her, but taking her in the wagon would be loud and possibly break the axels. He lifted her dress a little more, peeking his feathered head under it. He could smell the scent of her, mixed with her sweat. She’d come recently and was still slick, her panties bunched slightly to one side.

He shifted back to his elven form almost instantaneously, covering her mouth to hide the startled cry in her throat. He peeked his head out from under her dress with a hungry grin, putting his other hand to his lips to tell her to remain silent. “I need you,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hotter than even the wagon air. “Tell me where I can take you…”

“Right here,” she let out a quiet whimper into his ear, tonguing it after. “Fuck me right here.”

“What about them?” He whispered back, slipping a hand up her dress.

Rolan’s huffing moans were audible over the rumble of the wagon, urging Saera to keep going. Tav rolled her eyes, but smiled up at him, casting a spell with her hands. A shimmering bubble surrounded the couch, leaving them in total silence. “We should be safe to talk now,” Tav grinned, pulling his hand further up her dress. “This was supposed to be a surprise for after I got back,” she shuddered, his fingers instantly probing deep inside her.

“What is this?” Halsin glanced up at the bubble, pushing Tav’s dress up to her waist as he continued to finger her.

“Something of Syma’s invention,” Tav replied, lifting her hips so he could slip her panties completely off. “It’s like a reverse silence spell. All sound is contained in here. We can be as loud as we want and those two asshole will never hear a thing.”

“Really?” Halsin grinned, taking a long, slow lick between her labia.

“Why do you think we never heard Gale and Syma after Astarion’s little incident with the Dispel Magic prank?”

“This could be very dangerous,” he growled, nipping one of her lips between his teeth.

“Precisely why I had her teach it to me…”

He kissed up her body, licking up beads of sweat as he pulled her dress over her head. “I apologize for what you might hear, little one,” he nuzzled Tav’s belly, speaking to the acorn growing inside her.

“Put another one in me,” Tav begged, pulling him between her thighs. “I need you breed me so badly.”

“I know my love, that’s why I came,” he moaned, easing into the slick warmth of her canal. “I already bred Astarion after you left…but I needed my rose…my garden…”

“I…mmmmm…hope you weren’t too rough with him?” She moaned, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. “He hasn’t seen as much of this side of you as I have.”

“I seeded the garden with him,” Halsin huffed, his thrusts deep and slow for the moment.

“Ohhhh,” she whined, taking a firm grip on his ass. “I thought we’d be the first to fuck in the garden.”

“I think it’s a fair trade for watching the children for a few days…I’m sure with his parents’ help.”

“A few days?” She grinned, pulling him closer.

“I won’t be satisfied with one rut,” he grinned back, digging his heels into the couch so he could thrust harder.

They fucked hungrily in a heavy sweat, the velvet couch dampened under their bodies. They moaned and cried as loudly as they needed, Tav’s legs contorting as he took her at several different angles on the couch. He left several dark bite marks on her shoulder as he took her from behind and she dug her nails into his back as she rode him, bouncing with each bump in the road. They ended in a tangle on their sides, their bodies pressed tightly together as she clenched his knot inside her. He captured her joyous climax in his mouth, kissing her hard as he erupted inside her. They lay breathless and in their own world, staring deeply into one another’s eyes. They were mated for life, whether or not they produced any more children after their third arrived.

They were cloaked in so much bliss, they didn’t even notice that the wagon had stopped, one of the wheels becoming wobbly from their vigorous love making. “For the love of Corellon, Clataedre!” Saera looked into the canvas cover, finding her daughter entangled completely nude with one of her husbands. They didn’t hear her exclamation, the bubble keeping all sound from their hips, that still slowly moved together, squeezing Halsin’s knot a little tighter.

Saera finally threw something at the bubble, dispelling it and filling the wagon with the wet smacks of their lips. “Clataedre! Have you no shame?!” Saera screeched, holding her hand up to the block the view of their naked bodies. The wagon reeked of sweat and sex and the couch they were on was throughly stained.

“What’s going on?” Rolan asked, peeking his head in. “Dear Gods!” He nearly passed out from shock, getting both a whiff and the full view of their naked bodies.

“I could ask you the same thing!” Tav glanced back at her mother, fumbling to find her dress to cover them up. It was too far to reach, so they were forced to remain uncovered and entangled. “Knee deep on the wagon seat while I napped!”

“Well…but…” Saera struggled to answer. “Get up and get dressed and then we can argue!”

“We can’t,” Tav grinned, nuzzling Halsin’s blushed cheeks. “We’re stuck like this for a while.”

“What do you mean stuck? Stuck to the couch? Which is throughly ruined, by the way?”

“Do you remember when our old dog, Sprinkle got out…and we found him stuck to that stray bitch in an alley…?”

“Oh my gods!” Saera looked horrified. “How?”

“I am a druid…and you daughter brings something wild out in me,” Halsin grinned. Saera shrieked, storming off away from the wagon in a huff.

“I think this will keep her from popping in unannounced from now on,” Tav grinned, giving his knot another tight squeeze. “I love you, my virile druid.”

“I love you, my fertile rose,” he tied even tighter to her, leaking a little more of his seed into her womb.

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Hiii can I get a 47. “Trust me.” from the Angst/fluff Prompt List with Aiden/Lambert? Ty! 💖

You most certainly can!!

47 - "Trust me" Lambert isn't used to being anyone's favourite and is, in true emotionally constipated Wolf style, super mature about it.

Lambert was never anyone’s favourite. Geralt was once again The Golden Boy thanks to his bard’s songs; Geralt himself had his sorceress who only had to click her fingers for him to come running and Lambert knew that Vesemir favoured Eskel, however much the old man tried to hide it. It was fine, honestly. If anything his life both before and after he was claimed by the Witchers had proven that being the centre of anyone’s attention only led to trouble and pain.

And then Aiden had happened. Aiden, who would give Lambert his full attention when he was speaking, no matter whether he was ranting about something inconsequential or telling a particularly funny anecdote. Aiden, who had surprised him with a bag of candied nuts and a casual “You said once that they were your favourites.” Just because ( fuck, even his brothers would forget that small fact and he’d grown up with them). Aiden, who would see to Lambert’s swords and armour if Lambert was ever too exhausted or too injured to do it himself (although to be fair, he’d returned the favour a few times with that one).

Aiden, who had thrown him for a loop by being the first person in his entire adult life who wanted to know about him. Not his ‘famous’ brother, not Lambert The Witcher, just... Lambert.

He found himself unexpectedly sympathising with Geralt about his bard as he waited for the other shoe to drop - no wonder Geralt was constantly trying to chase him away! How long before Aiden got bored, before he decided Lambert wasn’t actually worth knowing?

And so, he’d done what Vesemir had tried to encourage him to do since he was wet behind the ears – he’d taken a leaf out of his older brothers book.

At first Aiden was gracious enough to not push Lambert on his sudden, constant surliness, just reassuring him that he was there if Lambert ever decided to talk about whatever was bothering him. The Cat had been more persistent than Lambert had given him credit for (causing him to once again sympathise with Geralt about stubborn traveling companions), however, after weeks of this Aiden’s reassurance had finally turned to annoyance, which Lambert had latched onto like a leech and had resulted in a shouting match in the middle of the woods with language that would have gotten them thrown out of any respectable Inn. After several insults towards each others mothers and respective Schools, things finally came to a head.

“Just fuck off, Aiden!” Lambert yelled, jabbing a finger towards the surrounding trees.

“Oh believe me, I’ll be glad to see the back of you at this point but first you’re going to tell me what I did to piss you off!”

“Fucking nothing!”

“Then why are you-“ Aiden gave a frustrated, bordering on dangerous snarl before tackling Lambert to the ground and having him pinned and immobile before Lambert even knew what was happening (fucking underhanded Cat training), “I’m not going to keep going in God’s damned circles about this and I’m tired of you acting like someone’s pissed in your porridge. Talk to me, damnit.” Aiden growled, visibly forcing himself to take deep, calming breaths from where he was perched on top of Lambert.

“Just fuck off, Aiden.” Lambert repeated with far less bite, “You’re going to leave anyway so may as well do it now.”

Aiden blinked, “What – what ? Why would I leave?”

“Because people only ever want my brothers.”

“Lambert-“

“It’s fine.” Lambert bit out, “I’m used to it.”

“Lambert,” Aiden shifted slightly to allow Lambert to sit up if he chose to, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I couldn’t give two shits about your brothers. Frankly, I think Geralt could stand to be knocked down a peg or two. I much prefer you.”

“Why?”

“Because I like you.”

Aiden made it sound so simple...

“No, you don’t.”

“I’m not in the habit of traveling for weeks at a time with people I hate, Lambert. I want to be with you, I like being with you.”

Aiden stood, offering Lambert a hand, “Trust me.”

Lambert took hold and allowed Aiden to pull him up.

[drstonetrivia]

Swallows or Sparrows?

Both birds are easy to mix up because of their similar names, but they're actually from two very different families. You may also be wondering how this is relevant to Dr. STONE but bear with me, because this is a thread about those stoned birds.

Firstly, why bother trying to figure out what tiny bird got petrified, it's just a tiny bird! Well, maybe learning more about these birds will help us find out why they were chosen as the petrification beam test (if it was one...) rather than another animal, such as dogs or cats.

Secondly, what's the difference? Actually a fair amount, going by their bodies. If we assume Senku is only dealing with the most common Japanese species for both, it means we have barn swallows (H. r. gutturalis) and Eurasian tree sparrows (P. m. saturatus) to work with.

Barn swallows are a bird with a white underbelly, blue-black back and a red face. They're small birds with forked tail feathers as shown in the picture. Comparing it to the anime, you'd be like "wow! that's a swallow right there!" but I wouldn't be writing if it was that simple…

tree sparrows are similarly small, but they’re mostly brown and have a white ring around their necks. You're probably wondering how anyone can mix these birds up when they look so different in color, but looking at the manga images 1. there's no forked tail 2. the white underbelly and neck is visible, so what is the truth? 🤔

If the visuals can't help us, maybe the language can? (Spoilers: it can't.) In early chapters, Senku uses the word "sparrows" although in Japanese the word for swallows ツバメ (tsubame) is used, even if the art depicts something closer to a sparrow anyways.

Then later in chapter 157, we see a screen with "Petrified Swallows?!" written on it and both kinds of birds shown (check the tail feathers)!! And suddenly everyone is calling them swallows.

(If you're curious, the word for sparrow is スズメ (suzume) in Japanese. Also, the tree sparrows may be house sparrows I'm honestly not sure because there's not much to go on.)

Analysis

Given the birds don't seem to be consistent, let's find out why they may be used interchangeably. Both are found around the world, not all of them migrate (it depends on the subspecies) and they've got different nesting methods (tidy and cup-shaped nests versus untidy nests in tree or rock cavities).

Why are both of those facts relevant? Well as it turns out, both birds have found themselves moving into human-populated areas because of that. A barn swallow got its name from, unsurprisingly, living in barns and other man-made structures. In Japan specifically, barn swallows are an urban bird. Tree sparrows are similar in that they're widespread in towns and cities, also specifically in eastern Asia.

Could the birds have been a test to see if the beam could penetrate human structures and cover the whole world? Is the fact that sparrows and swallows aren't domesticated creatures relevant? Are the 'normal' pets simply too different genetically to be a good test (e.g. cats, dogs and/or pigeons with their many shapes and colors)? It's definitely an interesting choice.

In conclusion, I have no idea why they're so inconsistent or what the decisions behind them were, but at the same time ignoring why these birds were specifically chosen to be petrified I think is an important clue about the petrification event that not many people consider.

Also if you ever want me to source any of the chapters, images or facts I'm talking about, you're welcome to ask! (Note I did not check to see if there was any birdsong in the anime but that would be an interesting thing to consider too!)

[gyxtar0luvs]

Hi there! It’s me your secret lil skeleton! I have some minor questions about your Sun and Moon.

You mentioned them having a mark on them that changes colors depending on their emotions, now I’m assuming you’re referring to the bright white patch on their face? You didn’t really specify if it was or maybe I’m just blind and you did.

Second question what colors could their marking change to and what emotion makes it those colors? Cuz if I drew them like really excited or being scared I wanna know what colors I should use.

Final question for now, could you possibly describe their personality? In the discord server you mentioned that they “cause silly chaos all around” but that doesn’t really describe much for me. Like which one is more likely to cause problems, what kind of shenanigans would they get up too, what’re they like when away from each other, stuff like that. I like knowing a character’s personality before I draw them so I could try to capture it in my drawings.

I hope none of my questions come off as dumb but for now I’ll be awaiting your answers, can’t wait to get started drawing :)

Oh, Elloo!

Yes their white patches change color, sorry for not specifying!(⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

Each color is a neon color since it's made to kinda stand out, it is a light. When they feel multiple emotions at once, depending on the intensity their lights flashes between each color since only one is supposed to be shown at once

lemme list down the colors correlating with each emotion for you rq:

•red-angry

•orange-confusion/surprise

•yellow-happyness

•green-disgusted

•blue-sad

•purple-scared

•white-neutral

For the last one, moon is definitely causing these shinanigans and drags sun into them. Though sun can do the same, it's mostly moon who does it. Also they don't think it's fair to go off people's fears for pranks as it could be a traumatic thing or just really severe! They usually just misplace things, draw on people's faces when they're asleep, mostly kid like pranks really! Unless they really don't like someone they aren't too evil with pranks:]

The only time it's not displaying color is when they're shut off!^^(grey)

Moon is all for going with shinanigans anyone has to offer!(As long as it doesn't cause actual cause for concern) Moon is usually in his neutral state since he tends to zone out a lot, but besides neutral, he's in his happy state all around! Although when he's without sun he does get a bit more snippy at others. But he still is able to act accordingly without him. He isn't much for verbal communication though, he usually likes writing or drawing what he's thinking since bluntly saying things without thinking is impolite. So he just people watches when he's doing nothing

Sun is more nervous about pranks, he always asks if it's really okay and they won't get in trouble for anything when dragged in for pranks. He has trouble trusting people that aren't moon or chica, he's kinda scared of the others actually. He may be kind of a scary cat but that won't stop him on calling out peoples bs or sharing his opinion, cause of this moon usually tells him on what he should speak out about when moon doesn't want to. Without moon around sun would probably just stand in a corner people watching or doing crafts to keep himself busy. He isn't much on relaxing and when he's focused on something moon has to keep watch over him to make sure he is getting charge when needed.

If you'd like to ask for specific scenarios to get to know them more my inbox is always open!<3

[doctorofmagic]

ROUND 1 IS OVER!

While we wait for the polls  (dropping tomorrow, February 10th, 11pm - GMT-3), it’s time for...

ROUND 1 RECAP!! (with terrible dad jokes by me! Please don’t take them seriously!)

- Marc may be Clea’s favorite hero but when it comes to fighting over Stephen’s heart, the Sorceress Supreme of the Dark Dimension WIPES THE FLOOR with Moon Knight’s white suit! This was the second most voted poll and represented an easy win for Clea (RIP Marc, I love u, meow meow)

- It seems Daimon got BURNED by Jericho’s charming magic. Another easy win for Doctor Voodoo (and, although I do love Jericho,  we also love Daimon in this house and will ignore every time he was portrayed as a toxic abusive ex because we can).

- The irony is that, while the very son of Stan lost, a FAKE DEVIL RAISED AN OBJECTION and took the lead from Kanna. Guess Stephen has a favorite technomancer already. Matt didn’t struggle at all here. We do stan men bonding over trauma, after all.

- Between the BLADE and the sai, it seems Stephen is picking the former! Lucky us this match wasn’t between Elektra and Bullseye... In any case, it was a balanced match. My only observation is that, yes, while I do prefer Blade since I read his DODs tie-in, I have to say that I’d love to see Matt and Elektra fighting over Stephen (even though the battle would end up in a threesome and you KNOW it!!)

- AWESOME FACIAL HAIR BROS before spies! The most voted match with +300 votes! Y’all just horny on main for IW, you’re not fooling me!!

- Dormammu did what he does best: lose! Guess the MIGHTY THUNDER was too much for the Faltine. This match was crazy, full of ups and downs. At some point, Dormammu took the lead, but soon enough Val snatched it from him. It was close, though!

- Frank just got PUNISHED by the baron. Karl and his repressed feelings take the lead. To be fair, Mordo started with a huuuuuuge advantage, but Frank stans did try a comeback, although it wasn’t enough. My respect for you all!

- The KING OF WAKANDA prevailed and the nurse went home to treat her wounds! I almost had a heart attack by watching this poll. It was CLOOOOOSE. Love Linda but it’s not like I was promoting Strangepanther on this blog or anything... ahem.

- The cat met her DOOM! Who told her she could get away with stealing Victor’s consort? This one is obviously personal for me so you do have to give me kudos for my absolute SILENCE regarding this match. Anyways, easy win for Victor (not an easy win for my heart, though, I was biting my nails the whole time lmao)

- And speaking of kings... Namor just IMPERIUS REXXED Nightmare’s butt. Word says he’s afraid of the sea now. Personally, I was surprised and had no idea y’all liked Strangemariner that much. Of course, I’m more inclined towards Nightmare but I have to say that it’s absolutely hilarious that Victor and Namor will fight over Stephen for round 2 ‘cause these two love to hate to love each other. Totally canon for them, I’m INVESTED in this match!!! Also Namor always led the polls but there was a sudden increase on Nightmare’s numbers. That was cool to watch.

- The librarian didn’t survive the CHAOS! Truth be told, Wanda led the competition in the first hours, but much to my surprise, Zelma got A LOT OF VOTES and aaaaaaaalmost made it. Your effort was noticed by me <3

- Looks like Carol isn’t as FANTASTIC as Reed Richards! Boi did I SUFFER watching this match? Carol and Reed fought FIERCELY for the first place. When I went to bed, Reed was leading with a difference of 3%! When I woke up, it was Carol. Now it’s Reed again. Truth be told, I love both so I was like HEEEEELP, JUST GET OVER WITH IT, MY HEART IS NOT THAT STRONG!

- Adamantium has NOTHING on Wong! HE WIPED THE FLOOR WITH WOLVERINE'S CLAWS! At some point, I thought WONGSWEEP was real, but then someone voted on Strangerine. Rip your poor soul, you were brave to think of Logan. The easiest win so far!

- Excuse me but we’re not allowing MOMMY ISSUES in this competition! Valkyrie showed Umar who’s the strongest top! Easy win for Val (although the match did start quite balanced).

- NOT A PUNNY GOD! Loki SMASHED the Hulk with his mischievous charm. Another easy win for our iconic god of stories (although you’ll always be remembered by me, Hulk :/)

- The surfer showed the spider who has the COSMIC appeal! Let’s just say that Norrin had the lead the whole time and it seemed an easy win, BUT SUDDENLY SPIDEY STANS SHOWED UP AND GAVE HIM A VERY DIFFICULT TIME (and also gave me a heart attack in the process :( in any case, thank you for buying my Silverstrange propaganda, I love y’all so much <3)

Now let’s see the next matches for...

ROUND 2

Spouses Supreme (Stephen Strange/Clea Strange) Strangevoodoo (Stephen Strange/Jericho Drumm)

Strangedevil  (Stephen Strange/Matthew Murdock) Strangeblade (Stephen Strange/Eric “Blade” Brooks)

Ironstrange (Stephen Strange/Tony Stark) Janestephen (Stephen Strange/Jane Foster)

Strordo (Stephen Strange/Karl Mordo) Strangepanther (Stephen Strange/T’Challa)

Doomstrange  (Stephen Strange/Victor von Doom) Strangemariner (Stephen Strange/Namor McKenzie)

Scarletstrange (Stephen Strange/Wanda Maximoff) Reedstrange (Stephen Strange/Reed Richards)

Wongrange (Stephen Strange/Wong) Valstephen (Stephen Strange/ Brunnhilde)

Frostrange (Stephen Strange/Loki Laufeyson) Silverstrange (Stephen Strange/Norrin Radd)

GOOD LUCK!!

[greetings-inferiors]

absolutely do make a hugging tier list

For some reason tiermaker doesn’t have this as a pre made tier list??? Weird.

This list consists of F (literally can’t hug if I tried), D (I guess I can hug it), C (I can hug it!), B (I can enjoy hugging it!), A (I can love hugging it!), and S (I love hugging it!!!)

You may notice that all but S use ‘can hug’, as if a kingdom is A tier, I can love hugging something from that kingdom, but not all. If a kingdom is B tier, I can enjoy hugging something from that kingdom, but not all. If a kingdom is C tier, I can hug something from the kingdom, but not all. If a kingdom is D tier, I can technically hug something from that kingdom, but not all. Ranking is (in most cases) done based off of the most huggable thing in that kingdom.

Anyway, KINGDOMS:

Bacteria: not huggable at all. If I was hugging a bacteria, i wouldn’t even know. The largest bacteria are only a centimetre long, i couldn’t even hug that with my fingers. F tier.

Archaea: Archaea are so similar to bacteria they were in the same domain for the longest time. The largest Archaea are even smaller, at 15 micrometres. No thanks. F tier.

Protozoa: we’re getting larger, but they’re still single celled organisms, and I like my huggees to be multi celled. The largest Protozoa are up to 20 centimetres in diameter, which is about the size of a small plushie, although probably much more fragile. I assume they’re squishy! D tier.

Chromista: this is the kingdom I know least about, and the only one I didn’t know about prior to making this. I believe it’s still proposed, so points off for maybe not even being a kingdom. Apparently they’re the first kingdom capable of multi cellular organisms!!! Massive points for that. And get this - the largest chromista is a type of algae that can reach 30 METRES IN LENGTH. That is something I can hug! Sadly, it’s still basically an unmoving object, that’s maybe squishy and maybe warm. C tier.

Plantae: the one that started it all! Obviously there are some plants too small to hug, but that applies to all kingdoms. Plants are cool, but only some are huggable. Normally I’d use ‘squishy’ as a sign of being good to hug, but plants aren’t really squishy, due to their cell wall. This means that the most huggable plants have to be sturdy, as huggability is like a horseshoe, the most and least squishy are the most huggable. Most plants, like flowers, grass, etc, aren’t sturdy enough to be hugged, but aren’t squishy enough to be hugged. You wouldn’t hug a flower, you’d admire it, or stroke it, or something, y’know? But trees - ohoho trees - they singlehandedly carry the Plantae kingdom from C to B. They’re so sturdy that their huggability has created the term ‘tree hugger’. I can, have, and will enjoy hugging trees. B tier.

Fungi: I love these little guys, they’re so weird and interesting, but that doesn’t equate to huggability. What does is size, squishiness or sturdiness, warmth, movement, and vibes. Fungi have the capability to be massive, and they can be sturdy or squishy! Very cool. Very huggable. The only thing keeping them out of A tier is their vibes. If I’m hugging a fungus, I’m concerned for my own health. They release spores, a fair few are poisonous, hallucinogenic, etc. They just don’t have the friendly vibes that plants and trees have. But still really huggable, and I’m sure I could enjoy it! B tier.

Animalia: HERE’S WHAT YOU’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!! Animals have everything - they can be large enough to hug, they can be sturdy and squishy, they can move, and, best of all, they can be warm, and have incredible vibes. Almost every species in this god blessed kingdom can be hugged, and for lots of them, I’d absolutely love to hug them. From cats, to dogs, to elephants, to lizards. Each and every species dispenses great hugs, and I love them for it. Easy A tier. But one stands tall above the rest…

Homo Sapiens: THEY AREN’T A KINGDOM, BUT THEY ARE TO ME. As a Homo Sapiens myself, my body is DESIGNED to hug other humans. One of the greatest joys in life is hugging a human you love. They have everything; they’re just the right size, so not only can you hug them, but they can hug you; their skin is soft and squishy, but their bones are sturdy enough for a good frame to hug; they can move on their own, so they can react to your hug, and hug you back; they’re warm, so you can snuggle together for hours and hours without getting cold; if you love the person, their vibes are immaculate. If you love them, their might not be a thing on the earth with vibes better than the person you’re hugging. And the very best thing? They’re sapient. They understand your hug, and they can reciprocate. They can not only hug you, but also talk to you, interact with you, and love you. Homo Sapiens are the best huggers in the universe, and I have never not loved a hug with one. S tier. Without hesitation. It’s not even close. I love you all, and I’d love a hug with each and every one of you.

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Bighorn Mountain Side-Luztoye.

Chapter Twelve.

Chapter Summary: George and Joe find themselves at the county fair, discussing whether Babe is a top or bottom with Bill.

WC: 2,600.

C/W: Mentions of Babe being a bottom and PTSD.

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George found himself in another whole new environment, again. This time around it was the County Fair.

But turns out it's a pretty big deal around here.

“So this is another idea of fun for you guys?” George looked at Joe as they walked up and down the barns of farm animals people were showing. There were cash prizes for the animals and stuff.

“Well we gotta go see Bill's cows and Babe and Genes ducks.” Joe explained to him as they walked in the cow barn. George laughed, shaking his head, sure this would be interesting.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Bill laughed as he came around a cow and walked over to them, “We're gonna turn this poor fella into a hick if ya keep bringing him to our shit kicker traditions.” Bill smacked George's shoulder.

Truly, George would do anything that made Joe happy. He cared so deeply for him, George would follow him to the end of the world blindly if that's what Joe wanted.

“I’m starting to feel like one, ya scallywag.” George said as he did a spot on impression of Bill, “Now where are the cows?”

“Oh fuck you too George Speirs,” Bill shook his head, “Now you got yourself a funny guy here Joe, he would’ve loved that goin.”

Joe cut him off, “The going away party for Babes virginity.” Joe laughed nervously, eyeing Bill like he was trying to make him explode with his brain.

“You guys had a party for when Babe lost his virginity?” George laughed, grabbing Joe's shoulder as he bent over, “Who was it?”

“Gene,” Joe looked at him as George straightened up, lifting an eyebrow.

“You’re telling me Babe didn’t get laid till like May? Of this year?” George snickered thinking about how the first time he had sex he was 14.

“Yep,” Bill smirked, “Do you think Gene is the one who usually, you know, like?” Bill thrusted his hips forward slightly.

This caused a fit of laughter between the other two boys. Joe and George grabbed at each other as they laughed, George falling into Joe slightly.

“What's so funny?” Bill furrowed his eyebrows, a look of confusion on his face.

“Babe is the biggest bottom any of us have ever met.” Joe exclaimed.

“Literally and figuratively,” George smiled. Babe would never hear the end from it about the fact he was like six foot, five inches.

“He’s on the basketball team,” Joe looked at George as he slipped an arm around George's waist.

“But he sucks at all things sports? Except for hockey.” George had seen the hockey trophies in Babes room. Plus Babe would often have a puck and a hockey stick out. Running around his driveway and George would watch him.

“He’s just there to psych out the other team because he's so tall but he's really good at blocking.” Joe explained to George, his mouth falling into an O shape.

“Now do ya fucker’s wanna come see my cows or are we gonna keep yabbin’ about, Heffron?” Bill asked.

“Let's go see Bill's dairy farm,” George patted Joe's back as they walked down the barn to where Bill had three of his cows. The ones that produce the most milk, was what Bill had told them last week.

“Now this is Bertha,” Bill patted the neck of a cow as she stood in a stall. Bertha had a pink ribbed tied around her neck.

“She's a distinguished lady,” George smiled.

“My sisters tie them on the cows for fair season, see look at Ms. Daisy.” Bill walked down another one and gave the other cow some pats.

“That color looks so good on you,” George said observing the blue jean colored ribbon tied on her.

“I never get used to ya guys yappin’ at your animals.” Bill shook his head. He saw the way Joe talked to his horses or Babes ducks or the other farm dogs at Genes grandmas. Or the way George would talk to Petunia and talk for her too, George was insistent Petunia talked like a southern bell.

“You don’t talk to yours, Bill?” George said almost like he was offended.

“Well like a normal person would? I don’t give them voices.” Bill pointed at the two of them.

“Okay, we should mooove on,” George chuckled at his own joke.

“Yeah we should go see Babes ducks, he said he edited photos of them as their designated Hunger Games character. I’m dying to see Peeta the duck as Peeta.” Joe took George's hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Yeah I gotta go talk to the judges and show them my girls.” Bill nodded seeing them off.

They walked into the small animal barn, “Hey guys!” Babe turned holding a duck with a blonde colored yarn wig on.

“That must be The one! And only! Peeta Quacklark,” George came over to him.

“I was just about to put him back in his cage,” Babe said, letting George pet his duck, then Gene came around them holding a duck with a long braided poorly made yarn wig.

“Quackniss Everdeen?!” George clasped his hands together, “Oh my gosh I’m such a huge fan! Joe take my photo with them!” Joe fished his phone from his pocket and pulled up the camera.

Gene and Babe held the ducks next to George as he took a photo op with them.

“Is Duckale Hawthorne here?” George smirked.

“No he had to stay back, he’s bad with other ducks.” Gene explained.

“Let's just say there's a reason his name is Duckale.” Babe nodded with a wink talking about the unlikable character that was Gale Hawthore.

“What’re you guys doing here?” Babe asked, putting the two ducks back in their cages.

“I’m here to show him what a good ol’ county fair was about. We just saw Bill and his cows.” Joe nodded.

“Oh you’ve never been to a fair?” Babe asked confusedly, tilting his head slightly.

“Well yeah I’ve been to a fair, just usually not ones with animals and belt buckles.” George snickered; he had noticed how everyone dressed like a shit kicker or people overly dressed up rhinestone button ups, cowboy hats, cowboy boots, giant bedazzled belt buckles.

Even Bill had on a big belt buckle with a cow on it.

Gene smirked a bit, “You shoulda saw how I felt when I moved here from France.” A more potenter accent poking out.

“You’re from France?” George asked point at the dark haired boy he didn’t know very well after all, “You don’t sound french? You sound like those guys in that one episode of Scooby Doo where they’re in New Orleans.”

“Well I’m actually from the bayou in Louisiana but I moved to France with my grandma when I was 12. I have dual citizenship, then we moved here last year.” Gene explained.

“That's really cool,” George nodded.

Gene checked his watch, “I gotta eat something.”

“Or else your diabetes will act up?” Babe asked more poking fun, most of the friend group made fun of Gene for being diabetic. It was all in good fun of course Gene made fun of it too.

“Yes Babe, or else my diabetes will act up.” Gene said with a tone of sarcasm.

“Do you guys wanna grab a bite to eat?” Babe asked.

“No, we ate before we came actually. We were going to go see my sisters and their horses. They have their little drill team performance going on soon.” Joe explained.

“Okay well are you guys going to the rodeo tonight?” Babe rocked back and forth on his feet.

“Yeah, we will!” George responded and looked at Joe, “Joe you stinker! You didn’t tell me they were doing a rodeo tonight.

Joe didn’t tell George because in four days it would be the anniversary of the bull crushing his leg at the rodeo last year. He still couldn’t really handle being at the rodeos without feeling nauseated and increasingly depressed.

“Oh I didn’t? I thought I told you last week,” Joe smiled nervously hoping they would buy it.

George shrugged, “Maybe you know how bad my memory is.”

“Well, we're gonna go eat and we will see you tonight.” Babe waved to them as he took Gene's hand and Babe literally skipped out.

George and Joe swung their hands as they walked over to the small arena where they showed their animals. A girl came around the corner with caramel brown hair and soft blue eyes. She sported bootcut jeans and some cowboy boots they could hear from a mile away. She also sported a large belt buckle and a baseball tee style shirt with the local 4H logo stamped on it.

“Oh hey Joe!” Frannie smiled walking over to the two of them.

“Hey Frannie, this is my boyfriend George, George this is Frannie Bill's girlfriend.” Joe introduced them.

“Well howdy there city boy, Bill told me lots about you.” Frannie shook his hand.

“Well hopefully good things,” George smiled, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“All good things, but if Bill gives you any trouble just ignore him. Love him but he's a dumb ass.” Frannie snickered.

“So are you guys gonna come see me ride tonight?” Frannie asked.

“At the rodeo? Yeah!” George looked between the two of them.

“Yeah! I barrel race.” Frannie nodded.

“That’s really cool, I’ve seen videos of it on tik tok.” George's friends seemed to have a really good taste in partners and people. George hasn't met a single person he didn’t like. Well except for this kid Herbert Sobel who worked at Home Depot and always had an attitude with him. The guys just said to not listen to him and that he was an asshole.

“Yeah, I’ll see you guys there.” Frannie waved to them and walked into the horse barn.

“She seems nice,” George nodded.

“She's the sweetest, she's exactly what Bill needs, a rational person.” Joe explained, “Plus Bill is super in love with her too.”

They sat on the bleachers as the kids waited in line to show their horses.

“Welcome out tonight Cody, Wyoming. You’ve found yourself at our local rodeo.” The announcer came over the loudspeakers as they sat in the bleachers at the rodeo. George was so excited for tonight and Joe thought it was beyond funny. He even talked him into wearing his belt buckle from his bull riding days.

“I’m so excited!” George snickered sitting down in between Joe and Babe.

“This is so funny,” Babe giggled, taking a handful of popcorn from George's bag, “Right Joe?”

Joe stared at the dirt all over, suddenly Joe could feel the wind get knocked out of him as he smacked against the ground the dirt flying all over.

Suddenly Joe felt the searing pain in his knee. Not even his knee, the phantom pains suddenly shooting up and down his leg.

Joe stood up, “ I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” Joe stumbled over himself as he ran to the bathroom and yanked his jeans down, sitting down and pulling his leg off and then his liner. He breathed heavily as he closed his eyes and began stroking a single finger down his stump slowly. He tried to remind himself to take deep breaths as he felt himself slipping in and out of a PTSD induced panic. He squeezed his eyes shut as he added a second finger to gently massage himself till the phantom pains went away.

“Fuck,” Joe murmured to himself as he felt tears begin to prick his eyes from the pain.

He continued to rub the pads of his finger up and down till it became just a small tingling before he put his leg back on .

Joe walked out of the bathroom and continued trying to take even breathes. He walked down to their spot and saw Lieb and Web had joined them.

“Hey Joe,” Web waved as Joe came back over.

“Hey,” Joe smiled as he filed in and sat next to George.

“Are you okay darling?” George asked quietly as Joe sat back down.

“Yeah, just the fair food was making me feel all pukey.” Joe frowned, “I think I’ll be fine, can I have a drink of your water?”

“Yeah,” George bent down a bit and grabbed the metal water bottle off the ground.

“Thanks,” Joe took a few drinks and handed it back to George.

Bill came over to join them right before barrel racing started. Bill would help out with the animals. He always wanted to ride bulls but his mom wouldn’t let him.

“Hey guys,” Bill sat by them, “How's your night?”

“Fine,” Joe shrugged. Bill could tell something was up by Joe's body language and how he sounded.

Bill kept giving Joe side glances as the rodeo went on. Joe was stiff and he kept adjusting his position.

“Next up we have Cody’s under 18 barrel racing champion! Frannie Purnell and her horse Bonney!” The announcer called.

“Yeah Frannie!” Babe yelled.

“Frannie!” Bill cheered.

George watched in utter shock as Frannie raced the track. “Folks, we have our fastest time of the night so far! Frannie must be ready to defend her title with a time of 14.45 seconds!” The announcer called.

The guys all jumped up, “Way to go Frannie!” Babe and Gene yelled as they all cheered and clapped.

Joe sat back down and kept his eyes focused on pretty much anything except for the dirt arena by the bull shoots.

When the bull riding under 18 competition was announced Joe swallowed hard, “I’m excited to see what my hunk is so good at.” George giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“George,” Joe said a bit with an edge to his tone and kind of shoved him off a bit.

“Sorry,” George frowned and moved away from him just slightly.

Joe could feel the pain start to come back as it began watching boys his age do what he should be doing.

George looked over at Joe, “Is something wrong?” George frowned as he sat the painful stare on Joe's face.

“Yes, I'm fine George.” Joe said with a little bit of an edge. George looked over at Bill, both of them sharing a look that spoke the words of something that was up with Joe.

Joe could feel his heart beat in his ears as rider after rider went. The phantom pains and tingling getting worse by the minute. He could begin to feel an uncomfortable pressure in his chest, his vision going blurry and he gripped his thighs to try and ground him.

“Joe, are you sure everything is okay?” George rested his hand on top of Joes.

“Yes George I’m fine. Now stop asking.” Joe snapped feeling himself come back down to reality. George jumped back slightly as Joe unexpectedly yelled at him. George felt tears begin to prick against his eyes and he tried to swallow the lump growing in his throat.

“Come on,” Bill stood up and grabbed Joe's arm, basically pulling the other boy out.

“Are you okay?” Babe asked, looking at his friend.

“Yeah,” George whispered as he tried to contain the tears beginning to fall down his cheeks. George didn’t understand why Joe had yelled at him, did he do something wrong? Maybe he shouldn’t have made Joe come tonight?