#its has been both a healing and destroying experience

[thatoneneuvichiliauthor]

Hurt/Comfort Jayvik Drabble

(can also be read on Ao3)

Spoilers for Season 2 Act 3

His stay in the derelict Piltover has left its mark on Jayce. Both his mind and body have suffered from it, although some injuries are less evident than others. To Viktor, the damage inflicted on his soul is the one that stands out the most. They might be watered down, but the Zaunite has retained some of his peculiar abilities, even now that the Hexcore has been destroyed. They make him more attuned to Jayce’s feelings, especially violent, undesired ones.

This unique connection alerts him when his partner is having a bad nightmare long before he even starts stirring in his sleep. It lets him know when a particular sound or smell brings Jayce back to that horrible cave, to the soul-wrenching dread of being trapped and hurt and alone.

Viktor senses it all: When guilt and self-hatred start weighing on Jayce’s chest, when his mind spirals with what-ifs, when suicidal thoughts attempt to resurface from the pit they’ve been rightfully thrown into. And those crucial insights help him be there for Jayce, just like Jayce is always there for him.

Still, only he can detect wounds of the mind with such keen acuity. To regular people, it is the leg brace that stands out. Viktor can tell. He has been on the receiving end of enough rude or pitying comments and stares to recognize when Jayce is subjected to the same treatment. It never fails to make his blood boil, and he has no qualms about unleashing all of his snark and spite on such inconsiderate individuals to shield his partner from their nosy remarks and questions.

Jayce’s shattered legbone is only the tip of the iceberg, though. So many other things have changed about him; his hair, his beard, the creases on his skin, his eyes, which do not shine as bright as they once did…

Linked together, all these little details weave a tale of what happened to Jayce. They speak of his resilience and strength of character, of how hard he fought to survive.

However, yet another thread is missing from this complex canvas. One only Viktor is privy to.

The red, ugly slash that divides Jayce’s back in two.

This one, he received during the Memorial Ceremony. Before he touched the Arcane. So, associating the injury with his hellish experience might appear farfetched.

Except the wound was still fresh, when Jayce fell into the pit. As for the bandage that covered it, his partner found himself with no choice but to relocate it to his broken leg instead. Leaving the chainsaw-inflicted gash on his back raw, exposed.

And, given the disastrous conditions his partner lived in for months, it healed badly.

Really badly.

Due to the infection and Hexcore corruption Jayce had to battle off, the scar spreads much farther than it should have. Viktor has made rubbing repairing ointments onto it at night a habit. It helps soothe Jayce’s pain, although it will take months, if not years, for it to disappear completely, if it ever does.

In the meantime, Jayce winces when he puts on his clothes, and sleeps either on his stomach or side, but never on his back. Most nights, he sleeps with his head resting on Viktor’s stomach, because for as much he’d love to be the little spoon, to be held in a warm embrace, his suffering body won’t let him. And when they hug, Viktor doesn’t dare wrap his arms too tight around Jayce, for fear he might hurt him.

Not that it stops Viktor from offering him plenty of love and comfort. To make up for all the embraces they cannot share, he peppers kisses across Jayce’s cheeks, whispers the sweetest words in his ear, holds hands with him as they fall asleep… The list goes on and on. Whatever affectionate gesture Jayce might long for, Jayce gets. Simple as that.

Until the pain in Jayce’s back fades. Until he can be held tight again. Until Viktor can be the one resting on his chest instead.

Until wounds of the mind and body alike heal, or at very least, turn less severe.

It's a slow process, but they will get there.

Together.

[hycinthrt]

literally anything i post about the chosen is me treating it as an ancient mythical text adaption with the occasional lil dash of ✨guilt✨ as a treat every once in a while

[shortkinglogan]

Comparing Wade and Logan's healing factors

I keep reading fics that seem unsure about how their individual healing factors work and differ so I'm making this post to help clear it up for anyone who cares (if you just wanna make stuff up for fun more power to ya)

Let's start with

Logan

As far as what he can heal from, it seems as long as there is a small amount of his genetic code, and as long as it gets enough energy, he can regenerated from just about anything.

He needs tons of calories to maintain the healing factor normally.

He can even regenerated from just a skeleton and it only takes a few minutes to happen.

He isn't seen reattaching limbs but I'd assume this is possible under the right conditions, for the same reasons Wade can do it.

There's also the rest of his abilities that are directly effected by his healing factor.

Without the admantium on his bones, his healing factor isn't constantly working, and his senses and instincts become more powerful, making him more likely to go feral. He also cannot regenerated the admantium because it wasn't a natural part of him to begin with.

Feral Logan is like a mental state he regresses into, he has been without the admantium and still not fully feral, seemingly because he has some people to anchor him, though he is still more animalistic like this. He can even be pulled back out of that mental state by just the scent of someone he cares about.

Wade

His healing is very similar to Logan's, yet also very different.

Wade also can regenerated from just a drop of blood if it can get energy to do so, for Wade, instead of an energy crystal thing, it's Logan's energy, growing off him like an ear on a mouse.

His healing factor works about as fast as Logan's as well able to regenerated quickly when needed. Unlike Logan though, Wade has been seen reattaching limbs instead of just growing them back, but it makes sense both could do it, Logan just keeps getting those dismembered limbs thrown miles away or destroyed so he didn't get a chance as far as I know to do the same as Wade.

Now this i see being weirdly interpreted and I feel like I know what's going on.

Its not a "dying factor" it's still a healing factor, it's just weird because of how CANCER works. Cancer is not dead cells, it's mutated constantly growing cells, so a healing factor would not pick that up as something to kill off or heal from, so wades cancer just spread until his entire body, skin bones and all, are nothing but cancerous cells, and stopping the cancer stops the healing because it stops the cells from regrowing, this, stopping his healing (of he wasn't made of cancer he may still be able to heal even if the cancer was stopped)

What his healing factor is constantly working on however is the effects of all this cancer on his body, he probably experiences a different organ failing on him and regrowing almost every day. So what would happen if he had no cancer to make his healing factor constantly work? Could he go feral too?

Short answer no, in fact, Logan's feral state is more because of his other abilities than the healing factor, I feel like a Wade without the cancer would be like Nicepool, not in constant pain and trying to cover it up, not mentally unstable due to many brain tumors, and doesn't really have a reality hole in his brain.

Also in the comics at least, not MCU Wade, he is cursed with immortality by Thanos cause he was jealous Wade was with death romantically, so he literally cannot die, and the healing factor is no longer even a real player in his inability to die.

So in conclusion

Their healing factors work basically in the exact same way, just has a different effect on each of them due to their respective personal traits (cancer brain vs animal brain)

Neither is better than the other, they are equals, at least until Wade starts mackin on death and becomes immortal.

You just can't kill them without starving them first, and even then we know Logan will eat himself (and feed his flesh to Wade) before allowing either to starve.

Side note, they definitely can age (or at least, Logan does, Wade being immortal and all can't now) even with the healing factor, it doesn't stop aging, but it does make him able to live WAY longer than any normal human. Gotta give some love to old man Logan.

If anyone thinks I've missed something or has theories for things that aren't solid confirmed that differ from my own please lmk! 💙💛

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

ATTENTION FREAKS

Here are my Irene and Xavier designs <3

Aaaaaaand of course, headcanons and fun facts and stuff:

Irene:

Irene’s real name is Aphmau Shala’shaska. Irene is the name she uses in the public eye, to keep some sense of privacy.

She got her name from the Irena flower, a white and indigo flower that grows abundantly throughout the surrounding areas of Scaleswind. It’s best know for its medicinal properties, often used to heal cuts.

Kul’Zak was the one who suggested she come up with a knew name to use.

Aphmau’s grandmother, Sapphire, was cursed by a mage. The curse entails: Should your family ever bare twins, they shall be destined to bring upon death and destruction. They shall be destroy themselves, and neither good nor evil shall truly prevail in the end.

Sapphire’s daughter, Sylvanna, ending up having twins. They were named Aphmau and Raaph.

For fear of the curse, Aphmau was sent away to live with and be raised by a very powerful family friend, named Hyria. Hyria never told Aphmau about her real family, but she raised her as if she were her own, and she taught her everything she possessed could. Which was a lot given her hundreds of years of experience.

Aphmau was raised in the enchanted forest, trained to use her magicks from an early age. She was even taught about witchcraft by Hyria. When she was old enough, Hyria used enchanted ink to draw ruins on her so she could even learn how to actually use witchcraft.

Many people claim to be direct descendants of Irene, but the truth is, she never had any children.

Xavier:

Though he is remembered by history as Xavier the Admirer, his real name was Prince Xavier Laith of O’khasis.

Xavier was the nephew to the terrible king who ruled all of Ru’aun from O’khasis, Evren Laith.

He worked with the divine warriors both before and after they each became divine. He helped de-thrown his uncle, helped to end the wyvern-human war, and even helped seal Shad in the Nether.

He was offered the chance to become divine but declined. His reasoning; in order to obtain a relic, you must first sacrifice that which you love. Xavier only held love for one thing.. Irene.

Even after declining, he was still considered an honorary divine warrior, even if that much had been forgotten by history.

He loved Irene with his entire being, and she, him. But they never truly had the chance to allow that love to grow and flow. First, Xavier was taken prisoner by Shad, being transformed into some kind of beast. Xavier had to fight for control over his body and mind, and it was hard to be around Irene knowing she may not be safe with him. Then, as they were sealing Shad away, there was an explosion of magick, left in Shad’s wake. A shard of Shad’s soul pierced through Xavier’s body, and Irene could not save him. Xavier died and Irene could only watch, unable to heal the magickal wound.

Because of his manor of death, Shad and Xavier’s souls became somewhat intertwined. When Xavier was reincarnated into one Laurance Zvahl, he was born with a fragment of Shad’s soul attached to his own. When Laurance became a Shadow Knight, much like Xavier did, he continued his trend of being nearly impossible to control. And though he too never gained his immortality, he became one of the strongest Shadow Knights to exist. Both in spirit and body.

Xavier has central heterochromia. The outer ring of his eyes are green and the inner, blue.

Whoo that was a lot.. Thanks for reading all that if you did <3

[intotheelliwoods]

The "Hey Ell what on earth did you do to the Huggy Leos™?" Masterpost

There has been a lot of people confused on what exactly had happened the past few updates, so here I am creating a big post that should explain everything that went down!

This will also be added to the main masterpost to help new readers!

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First, how to tell the difference between the Leo's 101.

Let it also be known that in the mindscape, Big Leo has both normal arms, Medium Leo has his robot arm.

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Explanation of the plot, click the links to see their associated comics that showed this:

The Foot existing outside of New York got wind of the key currently being there. Past iterations usually have the clan existing in many other parts of the world, it would not be a stretch for Rise to have the same scenario. Since for example, there are multiple Hidden Cities across the world.

The team made a plan to lure them away from New York by using a fake key.

Raph was an unexpected casualty during the mission.

Out of panic, Big Leo tried to see if he could destroy the key without himself going with it. This is because Raph was also the first to go in his timeline, his actions were out of fear. His plans didnt go very well.

With the key destroyed and Big Leos energy how harnessed by the strange entity, it escaped its box and spread the world. This caused apocalypse 2 electric boogaloo. In my head I have ideas for what this apocalypse was like, however I dont know how or when it can make it to comic form.

Mikey sent Medium Leo back in time to try again. With their timeline now also basically hopeless.

Medium Leo was now sent though the same portal Big Leo once came from in his time. Big Leo is not there because he does not really exist anymore. The events of the movie happened, just add in Little Leo losing his arm in the brief moment he was in the prison dimension, and add a Medium Leo coming out of the portal along with the Little Leo of this timeline.

I promise this timeline is safe! Everything after this plot development is nothing but healing for the characters and finding a way to safe the timeline.

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Misc:

Way more information such as Goop guy backstory is in a later intermission on the masterpost :)

Why was a new villian created for the second apocalypse?

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Friendly reminder that you are free to stop reading after this comic if you are not a fan of the development. That comic was my original planned ending after all before I got swarmed by other ideas I wanted to experiment with

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Hi, I'm new to BL.

Have watched kiseki, the Japanese drama with the unlucky student, and now Pit Babe. I'm bored with too innocent dramas and I prefer adult story lines with good chemistry. Do you have some favorites from recent years? Would love to look up some titles.

The hornier the better 😉

Uhhh, nice ask! For the answer I made up two categories: the ones with mature storylines and the horny ones. Of course, the two categories overlap in places, but the categorisation was helpful for me for a better horny classification 😅 There are incredibly good series for both groups. And I'm happy to talk about them.

Let's start with the mature ones. And just so you know, this is going to be a very long list 😅

The Mature-List

180 Degree Longitute Passes Through Us

This series had us under its peculiar spell in 2022. I would rate the horny scale at 1/10, the chemistry between the two mains is terrific and the tension cutting, but that's not what this theatrical masterpiece is about. It's about acceptance, grief, guilt and the fact that all of this can either destroy you or make you grow and emerge stronger. Highly recommended.

Ghost Host, Ghost House

The series starts off rather funny and strange and develops over time into a profound story about grief, letting go and healing. It's all somewhat broken up by a love story with incredibly good chemistry and very nice NC scenes. These two can kiss! And yet nothing is easy and grief takes time and only when you have been able to mourn you can heal.

Goodbye, Mother

Nau Van travels back to his home country of Vietnam with his partner. Instead of telling the family that they are a couple, they are caught in the middle of a family drama. The film is very emotional, the characters are well drawn and the story told is touching and well written. If you want to watch something different from the "standard" series, you've definitely come to the right place. Highly recommended, but watch out for triggers such as violence and homophobia.

Happy Ending Romance

I would go out on a limb and say that the gif may be a little misleading here. On a horny scale, the series would be in the lower range. But it's still quite progressive for Korea. The story is very intricate and you have to be careful not to miss anything. An aspiring writer, disappointed and deceived by the publishing world, hides behind his own walls and those built by his partner, a well-known and celebrated author. Until a young publisher sneaks into our writer's life and tries to lure him out of hiding so that the world can experience his genius. Maybe it's the fact that it's about publishing and writing or because I just think the publisher with his fuzzy head and sunshine smile is so cute, but I loved the series!

I Feel You Linger In The Air

Horny? At times, yes. Mature? Definitely. A tragic story set in a past in which homosexuality was frowned upon and the male descendant was expected to take over the business and live his life according to the ideas of the head of the family. And that's where our protagonist Jom, a heartbroken young man from the current century, is thrown in by an accident. He meets Yai, a young man with whom he shares a very special bond. The chemistry between these two is outstanding and the characters are so well written. Such a beautiful series!

Innocent

I must admit, I was a little bit confused when I first started this miniseries. I put it to the side and some time later I started it again. And it finally clicked. It's not an easy series and yet it can give you back your faith in love and trust. Yu Shi has some really bad trauma from his childhood, but chooses to stay witth Wu Zheng and the latter is patient enough for Yu Shi to trust him enough for Noah to accept him in his life.

La Pluie

This series divides opinion. Some find it consistently terrific and well-written and others may have problems with one or two characters. I belong to the latter group, which spoilt the series for me towards the end, but I would still list it here. Because tastes are different and absolutely subjective. You should form your own opinion here. The bottom line is that La Pluie is about soul mates and whether it's something you choose yourself or something that is predetermined. The NC scenes are delicate and appealing and the basic idea behind the series was actually very interesting. It's thought-provoking and packaged in nice pictures.

Life: Love on the line (Director's Cut)

Itou Akira and ishi Yuuki meet on their way to school while walking on the white line. They become friends and fall in love. What follows is a portrayal of their lives as they struggle through high school and college and eventually arrive in adult life. And as in every life, there are obstacles and problems and the older and bigger you get, the bigger the problems become. A film well worth seeing.

Long Time No See

What happens when a contract killer falls in love and the person he's dating isn't necessarily who he claims to be? An excellent film in any case, peppered with a nice story, good NC scenes, great chemistry between the actors, a sister as the best mood enhancer and also very well choreographed violence. In other words, everything you could wish for. And I can't and don't want to say any more, otherwise I could spoil important things and we don't want that.

Moonlight Chicken

EarthMix with a very aesthetic NC scene right in the first episode? Oh yes! But apart from the fact that the two of them really surprised me in this series, Moonlight Chicken simply blew me away with its storytelling, the depth of the individual stories, the well-drawn characters and the emotions that the individual stories evoked in me. The series tells stories about new beginnings, about letting go of the past, about trust, about acceptance, about grief and anger and about finding relationships where you didn't expect to at first and that love can't cure everything, but it can make life a little more bearable.

Old Fashion Cupcake

Old Fashion Cupcakes is a story about adults for adults. It's a comforting series that gives you courage and makes you realise that you're never too old to enjoy life. Besides, the two of them eat the most delicious things and I'm constantly hungry while watching. It is so good to see Nozue open up to Togawa and let the younger one lead him back into life.

Rec

I went into the film without any great expectations. And after the first few minutes, I actually thought that it was just a couple who like to film themselves having s'x. But at some point I was so captivated by the depth of the film. I was really touched at the end and understood why the two of them indulged themselves so excessively and filmed it. I can't put the film on the horny list because it would somehow be out of place there.

The Sign

A current series about two cops who realise that they are connected by past lives. Fate wanted them to fall in love and so they now have to overcome the hurdles that this love entails together. Because in earlier times, this love between Naga and Garuda was forbidden. Yes, there are a few mystical elements built in and they look pretty cool! The two mains have no problems with closeness and the NC scenes are some of the best out there.

Before we move on to the horny list, a few shout-outs for good series, which I didn't want to write about in detail:

Light

Plus and Minus

Manner of Death

Step by Step

Jack o'Frost

My Tooth Your Love

Papa & Daddy

Tokyo in April is...

My Personal Weatherman

The New Employee

To My Star (1+2)

Triage

Our Dating Sim

We are now leaving the mature series and moving on to the horny list (mostly with serious topics).

The Horny-List

Bed Friend

In addition to really good NC scenes, there is a lot of trauma shown. It's not quite my cup of tea, but many others find the series really good. I'll leave my personal opinion out of it and just say that this series is pretty high up on the horny list. However, you should pay attention to the trigger warnings and there are quite a few of them, especially when it comes to SA in every conceivable form.

Cutie Pie

I was pretty hyped about the show until the seventh episode or so. God was I obsessed. After that, the magic that Zee had on me left me a bit. The story really isn't the best, but I think most people didn't necessarily watch the show for the story. The two of them have really good chemistry and that kitchen scene still makes me weak in the knees sometimes. Definitely up there on the horny scale.

Dangerous Dr'gs Of S'x

There is no gif for this. Even if I found it here, I wouldn't insert it. Japan has two sides, either innocent and sweet or hardcore (well not really, but sometimes you can get this image). This one is hardcore. It's not necessarily horny and there's even a pretty heavy story behind it, but this film is riddled with s'x… Not necessarily consensual, at the beginning definitely not consensual. If you're over 18 and can take it, check it out. The film is not bad at all. It's just a bit different…

KinnPorsche

Praised by many, but viewed by me with a somewhat more critical eye, I would still recommend the series if you don't have a problem with dub-con or torture or violence in general. The mafia story is softened somewhat by the love scenes and the slapstick humour is not for everyone. It's a lot about daddy issues and whether you like the characters or not is something you have to decide for yourself.

Love In The Air

I have my issues with the show, but the more I watch and the more I try not to be quite so critical of toxic and destructive phatasies, the more these issues leave me unconcerned. Will I ever watch the series again? Nope. Can I understand why so many people love this show? Of course I do. That's why I don't want to withhold it from you here. LITA has a total of two stories to tell about two friends and their love life. The second story is definitely not an easy watch. There is trauma and SA and some stalking shit and it really can hit you. But for both parts, the NC scenes are, hands down, some of the best ever.

The End Of The World With You | Love At The End Of The World | Till The World Ends

We would have a Japanese doomsday scenario, a Filipino one and a Thai one. I'll summarise it under one point. All three are very explicit in their depiction of intimacy. All three are somewhat confusing story-wise. I had fun watching all three. In contrast to Love at the end of the world, The end of the world with you and Till the world ends are definitely still quite restrained.

Only Friends

The GmmTV actors have taken over and caused a huge mess. A group of friends want to open a hostel as a college project. Whilst in the series this somehow slips into the background at some point and really only served as a location for flings and water adventures, people get to know and love each other and some fall back on old friends to make new loves jealous. Somehow everyone was trying to hurt someone else at one point. I have found a new icon thanks to this series and have cheered for Boston and Boeing in their many endeavours. If I had to say one sentence about the show it would be that it's pure chaos, but damn Boston and Nick... hot.

Playboyy

Okay. I know the majority don't like this series, but I think it's terrific. I'm always amazed at how artistic the episodes are. How each couple has their own special setting, so you know who's about to appear. Yes, there is a lot of s'x, not necessarily horny s'x. It's often used for storytelling or as a catalyst for what happens next. And Prom and Nont are my little favourites. I find Prom only half as attractive without glasses, unless he swaps glasses for a blindfold… Still, on a horny scale it is up there.

Pornographer aka The Novelist

A student runs over a writer on his bike, breaking the writer's arm. As compensation (and because he can't pay damages), the student agrees to write down the writer's story he was working on. It is pornographic literature and while the writer dictates to the student, a kind of relationship develops between the two. This is not a romantic relationship in the classic sense, it's not about a cautious approach and getting to know each other, but about the psychology of lust and manipulation, about loneliness and the desire for more. It's pretty deep shit and I can only recommend it. But always with the warning that it's not going to be an easy watch.

Sweet Curse

Here's a short film for a change. I love short films! And Sweet Curse is one of them. Min-woo is jealous of one of his closest friends Ha-joon and wants to curse him. Too bad when the haunting spirit falls in love with the handsome and kind-hearted Ha-joon. When Korea has the freedom, they go all out. There are some short films that you wouldn't have expected from South Korea. And this here it's quite high up on the horny scale.

Wedding Plan

God, I love this series. No matter what anyone says, it was so good to watch these two fall in love and slowly let their walls down until the clothes followed. A very amusing series in which both mains know what they want and, above all, that they want each other, even if the planned wedding of one of them got in the way a little beforehand.

Why R U

The series may lack a bit of story, but if you want it horny, the Fighter x Tutor storyline is definitely for you. You have to hand it to Zee, the man can kiss. It's not the most adult series, set in college, but the topics are sometimes a bit heavier and the NC scenes are definitely worth watching.

I hope I haven't bored you and that there's something suitable for you in this small selection 😊 It was so fun making this list! Thank you again for this ask!

[celestialtarot11]

Discussing the misconception of Pluto + more 🧘‍♀️🌟

Hi friends! A post I read talked about Pluto and its misconception in the western astrology community, and I will say I agree. I always thought of Pluto as subconsciously deep, primal, traumatic and the planet that takes away our power. The most vulnerable moments where we have just ourselves. There isn’t anything sexual about that process. There isn’t anything remotely sexual about going through circumstances that involve trauma releasing. And nothing sexy about recovery/healing from any kind of loss associated with Pluto.

It’s understandable individuals with Pluto aspects have an intensity to them, but to sexualize that and to not see beyond that intensity takes away from the true meaning of Pluto. Such individuals carry intense experiences and have roots that go deep.

Shedding light on these aspects:

Sun-Pluto individuals experience turbulence in the ego, personality, power and drive. Constantly these natives are tested, their strength and resilience especially. The native experiences situations which they feel powerless physically, mentally and emotionally.

Moon-Pluto aspects experience a loss of emotional bonding and comfort. The native struggles to connect with themselves carrying a pit of loneliness so deep, it feels like it’ll swallow them whole. Often associated with abandonment wounding, since the native feels little to no emotional permanence within themselves after a loss. Trauma taught them to disconnect from inner stability and safety.

Pluto-Venus experience power dynamic in their relationships. Protective mechanisms come up in the native to shield themselves, or they completely give themselves up to the people around them. Learned about extremes too young, and operate from one end or the other. All or nothing. Codependent as a way to keep the love in their life, even though the very same thing they love is destroying them. Chooses people who abandon them as a way to fulfill a self fulfilling prophecy, that they are not good enough and no one will love them.

Mars-Pluto has been through physical conflict of some kind. Health issues most likely. Some natives I knew encountered being in the hospital at some point. Their mind is at war and the native experienced aggression from others, and authorities failed to protect the native. Most of authority in their life wanted control over the native. The native experiences this in love as well, choosing people who are aggressive or extreme. Unless the native heals, it’s a cycle.

To know about someone sexually, their drive and behavior, look towards the Mars and Venus. Both discuss how the native experiences pleasure and loves to receive. Mars being the lust, animalistic, and primal side of the native, and Venus the sensual passionate, and compassionate side. Both planets arguably deal with our primal instincts, but Mars can be aggressive in its approach and strong, wanting to conquer, whilst Venus creates connection and is not necessarily about the self. Mars creates temptation, Venus soothes and nurtures.

Mars for men.

Venus for women.

You may wonder why then are Scorpios so sexual? It’s because they are ruled by Mars. You’re not wrong that Scorpios are sexual, but the way you look at the reason why is not inherently true. It isn’t because Pluto, the planet of subconscious trauma is making Scorpios sexual. It’s their Martian nature.

Something important to talk about is Gemini. Gemini Venus specifically, but this goes for all Gemini placements. Gemini placements are not superficial by nature, in fact seeing them only through one lenses is harmful. Gemini’s are incredibly smart, intelligent, and harbor knowledge. Ruled by Mercury, quite literally the planet of gaining knowledge efficiently, and communicating that, putting it out there. Gemini’s are observant. Knowledge is not free, you have to pay attention consistently and Gemini’s are aware of this in their true nature. Whilst Jupiter rules gaining knowledge and wisdom, Mercury denotes using it efficiently and effectively. Mercury is the way in which we teach others and we are taught to learn. Our learning style.

Gemini Venus & Gemini placements have the ability to see beyond their current circumstances, because they are agile thinkers. They know the next step intuitively, because their mind is adept to receiving and recognizing information. Gemini’s are painted as manipulative for seeing the truth and seeing beyond face value, when in reality Gemini’s understand the value of truth and perspective.

In esoteric astrology, Gemini is comfortable in Venus because Gemini knows the value of communication and the interchange of energy in love. With Gemini being ruled by Mercury, which is the way we expand our spiritual perception, it’s the beginning of exploring beyond our ego (the sun) Gemini is a process of spiritual connection, and through Gemini, we experience the soul and unconditional love. Without exploration, we’d never know what was there. So, Gemini is not a result, rather it’s the part and process to the gateway of our souls.

There is so much more to Gemini and every zodiac sign than ya’ll think! ✨🌟☀️

Moving on, associating the 8th house with sex. This house is associated with loss, grief, and trauma in traditional astrology and Vedic. It also indicates ones past life karma in Vedic astrology. It also deals with occult knowledge, spiritual insight and growth. Therefore it has no bearing sexually, as it does not relate to procreation of a child as traditional astrology intended. It’s the house of endings.

Many astrologers think the 8th house is associated with sex because they view it as a taboo act, or see it as something hidden and private.

Look to the 5th house to see sexual pleasures instead! Sex should be a reciprocal energy, not associated with loss of any kind (8h) to me, I don’t see how sex should be associated with the 8h of loss and grief.

I would love to continue this for the signs, but it would be too long to make in one post. For now, this is what I have! I appreciate any support given to this blog, and feel free to comment your feedback as it’s highly appreciated. Thank you for coming to my ted talk 🤝

[akabaka-dev]

I wrote a short essay on SFL themes for an application thing, and it'd be a shame if this thing never sees the light of day. Hope y'all find it interesting!

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Sucker for Love: Date to Die For follows Stardust, a Black asexual lesbian, as she returns to her hometown to investigate her parents' disappearance. She finds the town has been taken captive by bloodthirsty cultists of the eldritch goddess Black Goat of The Woods, Rhok'zan. Stardust now must fight for her life with the help of Rhok'zan, whose cult has now turned against her in their lust-driven madness. Stardust is immune to Rhok'zan's aura which drives people mad with lust, making her the only person who can stop the cult. In her journey to escape, Stardust's optimism and empathy save them both.

Sucker for Love: Date to Die For is a adaption of "The Shadow over Innsmouth" and reclaimation of H.P. Lovecraft's character, Shub-Niggurath. In Lovecraft's stories, she functions as a veiled representation of Lovecraft's fear that minorities may outpopulate white people. She appears as a perverse, monstrous deity who continually births horrifying pitch-black young, who consume non-believers with the intention of taking over the whole world. In the game, Shub-Niggurath's monstrous qualities are subverted in Rhok'zan as positive traits. Malevolence becomes maternal doting and warmth; a desire to consume and destroy becomes a desire to bless all living-beings, give them long-life, and heal their wounds.

Similarly, "The Shadow over Innsmouth" depicts a man who finds himself trapped in an unwelcoming town where its inhabitants have been attacked and forced to breed with Deep Ones. Their rumored hybrid offspring appear human before slowly turning into Deep Ones. The inhabitants' suspicious and hateful eyes follow him everywhere; there is no safe place to hide or help coming. The story themes reflect Lovecraft's fear of the unknown, trying to replicate the feeling of being white and traveling through a minority ghetto. Sucker for Love: Date to Die flips the script by reimagining that fear through the Black lense of sundown towns- places dominated by white people who use all the systems tipped in their favor to exclude people of color through threats and violence. Through Stardust's eyes, players experience the consuming sense of total vulnerability as a minority. Stardust lacks the cultists' distinctive "Sacremencho Stare", so she is instantly idetified as an other. There is no place to run, no police, no disguse; not even her childhood home is safe. The systems that should to protect Stardust are instead used to exert control.

Sucker for Love: Date to Die For offers a fresh perspective on cosmic horror from the lived Black experience. Stardust’s journey challenges entrenched systems of control with empathy and optimism, reinterpreting Lovecraft’s fear of the unknown and highlighting the power of compassion in overcoming adversity.

[saintsenara]

do you go with word of god about how tom would have been better off if merope lived and raised him or that it would have been even worse for him and merope would have become infatuated because of his resemblance to tom riddle sr? (Similar to how part of the fandom believes snape would be if harry resembled lily lmao) which of do you think its more interesting route?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i go for the first of the two options - that merope living would have been so much better for wee tom riddle jr. - not because it's what jkr says, but because i tend to loathe any interpretation of merope's character which undermines the fact that so much of her life could have been changed at numerous crucial moments by anyone connected to the wizarding state giving a fuck.

merope is a teenage girl who lives in abject poverty, has a treatable medical condition [exotropia - eyes which stare in different directions] for which she clearly hasn't received any medical care, is denied an education, is subjected to physical violence by her father right there on the canon page, and is implied in canon to be subjected to incestuous sexual violence by her father and/or brother. the state has numerous opportunities to remove her from this experience - when marvolo fails to respond to her hogwarts letter, when bob ogden visits the gaunts - and yet doesn't, and while i don't think that just being taken away from morfin and marvolo would have solved everything, it would have given her the safety to start healing...

i get why the idea of merope as this sinister, unhinged, devouring, unchangeable bundle of malevolence, who would destroy her own son by becoming infatuated with him, is compelling when the genre demands it to be - i've written her as a folk-horror villain myself, and she was perfect for the role - but in fics which aren't intentionally going for that sort of supernatural, dark fairytale, horror-story vibe... i don't think it hits.

merope's great tragedy - much like her son's - is that she is someone capable of and longing for a normal life, but who is denied this by the corrosive forces of grief, poverty, abuse, and indifference and who goes on to perpetuate harm in turn.

as i've said elsewhere, her rape [and we should call it what it is] of tom riddle sr. doesn't actually need to have any undercurrent of sadistic, unhinged infatuation to be both morally abhorrent and canon-coherent - her treatment at her father and brother's hands would hardly have given her an understanding of consent or bodily autonomy [and might also have made her believe that drugging a man until you can totally control him is the only way to prevent him hurting you], while the fact that the state just leaves her on her own after marvolo and morfin are arrested [with - presumably - no income to speak of] means that she can be understood as seeing tom sr. as her only escape from sliding ever further down the ladder of destitution.

does that mean that she didn't also - selfishly - desire tom sr.? absolutely not. it just means that i find it much more interesting when the idea of her wanting him for herself is given equal weight with all the other things in her life which shape her character - and that i also find it much more interesting when these forces are recognised as commonplace, human, and having pretty much nothing to do with magic.

[the state would not - after all - have had to raise a wand in order to unravel the abuse to which she is subjected... since it does this all the time in the real world - and i am definitely a sucker for stories which acknowledge that the greatest flaws in the wizarding world don't depend in the slightest on magic, but on human corruption.]

if she'd survived childbirth - while i'm certainly not suggesting that i think she'd have been a flawless mother, nor that the absence of a wizarding welfare state wouldn't have made their lives incredibly difficult - i think it's legitimately implausible to suggest that she'd have done anything other than love her son as her son [so, without any incestuous vibe].

[her comment - "i hope he looks like his papa" - is, i think, meant as mrs cole takes it - that she recognises that she's someone who isn't conventionally attractive by any means, and that she knows that tom riddle sr. is.]

[magicalqueennightmare]

Not Exactly Babysitting

Warnings: its the boys so I mean cursing, vulgar language, sex, violence

Reader has a nickname/supe name of Blaze due to her power being pyrokinesis

Butcher calls you for a favor.

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"Luv, I need a favor and it's a big un" why did you answer the call? Why when the moment you saw Butcher's name you didn't stomp on the damn phone and act like you'd fallen off the face of the earth? Because you were a supe,your mother having decided to let her newborn be shot up with compound v as part of an experiment. Anything for a check.

Butcher would've heard if a supe was found dead, especially if it was one with pyrokinesis. He tended to keep a check on you. Or well he got MM and Frenchie to keep a check on you. "What is it now Billy?" He was the only person you knew who would be thrown off more by you calling him by his first name then his last. "I just need you to keep an eye on someone for me. I wouldn't call if it wasn't important. This can help us take down that cunt homelander once and for all"

Fuck he knew that was one way to get you on board with any dumbass plan he'd cooked up. You wanted Homelander's head on a pike as much as he did but you weren't strong enough to take him on. "God dammit Butch" you mumbled and could practically hear the grin in his voice when he said "attagirl. I'll text you the address. Get here soon"

You hung up the phone hearing your text alerts ding. You weren't surprised to see the address was some two bit hotel. How the hell had you ever gotten dragged into Butcher?

As you drove you remembered the first time you laid eyes on William Butcher. It was about three years after his wife had been killed or assumed killed as you later learned. You'd just gotten cleared from a supe medical center.

You'd been approached about the seven and turned it down. Homelander hadn't been appreciative of that. Even with your healing and strength he'd nearly killed you. Vought had deemed it an accident of course and threatened to not "intervene on your behalf with the law" considering You'd destroyed half a city block with fire during the attack.

When Butcher approached you he offered one thing, revenge on every damn supe who saw themselves as above the law, as something more than just people who'd been shot up with drugs.

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Somewhere along the line you'd fallen in bed with him more than once. The first time you were both drunk off your asses, celebrating taking down a rogue supe. The things that damn man could do with his tongue would curl your fucking toes.

After that he'd sworn it was a one time thing. Until the next time the two of you were alone, within five minutes of Frenchie leaving the safe house Billy's fingers had been buried inside of you pushing you over that edge and praising you for how gorgeous you were and how tight your cunt was. Needless to say MM hadn't spoken a word to either of you for the following week when he walked in to you bouncing on Butcher's cock.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts, loosening your grip on the steering wheel enough to realize it had small scorch marks on it. Thankfully you'd paid for full coverage when you rented it. You checked your phone to see you weren't but half an hour out. There was no guessing just what awaited you.

You rolled up and cursed the moment you saw Butcher with Hughie in tow. If it was just the two of them? It was an enormously stupid idea but you were already here now, might as well see what it was right?

You slowly climbed out the car glaring at Butcher as you said "Hey Hughie. How's Annie?" He seemed a bit uncomfortable but still replied "She's um she's good" you knew something was up but took him at his word before turning your attention to Butcher "So I'm here. What's the job?" He grinned "Blaze, looking gorgeous as always" you rolled your eyes so he motioned to the stairs behind him "Follow me luv"

You took a deep breath then fell in step next to him "Where's Frenchie and MM?" "Slight difference of opinion but they'll get over it when we take down Homelander" you had a bad feeling that only worsened when he opened the door leading into room two twenty three.

Sitting on the bed was none other than the original supe, the one everyone had long assumed dead. Soldier Boy. You cut your eyes at Butcher "You mother fucker. What did you do?"

You could feel Soldier Boy's eyes on you but didn't look in his direction. You'd heard plenty about him and had seen all the propaganda they'd done with him back in the day. What didn't add up was how was he still so damn young, why was he working with Butcher and where had he been to make Vought announce to the world that he'd been killed?

"You remember Frenchie texting you about Russia?" Yeah you'd been on the west coast and couldn't get back to help in enough time. "Yeah but I thought it was a botched thing considering he also texted me that Kimiko was healing from it"

Butcher waved a hand towards Soldier Boy who'd stood off the bed, staring at you as he asked "Who's this?" You turned to face the man and had to admit he was fucking gorgeous. You'd seen photos and videos but damn they didn't do him justice. He was about Butcher's height, broad shoulders with emerald green eyes and a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of his nose spreading over the top of his cheeks.A smirk snuck onto his face when he realized he had your attention "What's it to you?" You quickly snapped at him trying to hide your initial attraction.

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He wasn't a good guy. You knew he wasn't a good guy. "Oh she's feisty. Damn Butcher why did you hide her this long?" Butcher reached out and grabbed your wrist that was closest to him and it was only then you noticed the flames dancing between your fingertips "Oui sweetheart, since when are your powers so touchy?"

Hughie and Soldier Boy alike were looking at your hand. "Y/N, you good?" Hughie asked and you cut your eyes at him "I'm fine" you flexed your fingers effectively extinguishing the flames before asking Butcher again "What's the damn job?" "Me and Hughie have to run down some leads. Soldier Boy here can't be left alone that long. Too many gunning for him and he ain't exactly used to life the way it is nowadays" "Plus he's um radioactive" Hughie added nervously.

You glared at Butcher shaking your head slowly "Fuck you. I'm not babysitting a supe that's old enough to be my father if not my grandfather and ten times as powerful as me who happens to also be fucking radioactive!" You made it to the door and was about to storm when Butcher said "He can burn the compound v out of Homelander."

You turned back to face him looking towards Soldier Boy "Can he actually do that?" "It's what Kimiko is healing from" Hughie replied. "And you'll help us kill that bastard?" This time your questioned was aimed at Soldier Boy "I'm a man of my word. Me and Butcher have a deal"

You sighed, purposely knocking your head against the door as you did so "How long?" "Two days" you looked up at Soldier Boy "I might not be able to kill you but make a move I don't like and I will burn your fucking dick off, got it?" He seemed amused by your threats but nodded nonetheless "Yes ma'am"

You'd gotten to the hotel around noon, Butcher left around three. It was now ticking towards midnight and the tension in the room was beginning to strangle you.

Empty food cartons, a few soda bottles and a half empty bottle of bourbon sat scattered around the room from both of you making efforts to not have to converse. You were sitting cross legged on the sofa in the room doing your best to ignore the man who kept glancing your way during his spouts of how much time had changed.

You half laughed considering you were reading on a kindle. When he'd asked what it was and you told him just how many books in total it could hold he had looked at you like you'd grown a second head. Rather it being that you were reading for amusement or the technology side you weren't sure. He was holding to his word to not come close to you but a bit of the old fashioned misogyny kept peeking out every now and then during his ranting.

After a minute you figured fuck it, why not poke at the radioactive supe who could probably survive you lighting him on fire five times over. Butcher had told you the basics of his story, betrayal of his team and what not.

You turned your kindle off and stood to walk across the room to your duffel bag. You'd discarded your jeans in favor of cloth shorts and the shirt you'd been wearing for one that you honestly weren't sure where it came from. It'd seemingly appeared in your laundry rotation and was comfortable so you kept it. You knew you'd be forced to stay here and while the couch wasn't the most comfortable thing you would at least dress the part.

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"So should I call you Y/N or Blaze?" He asked and you glanced over your shoulder seeing his eyes were lingering on the tattoos that littered the bare skin of your legs. "Either or. Fuck I've been calling you Soldier Boy for hours. What the hell is your real name after all?"

He raised his eyes back to yours as he took another swig of bourbon "Ben" you nodded approvingly "Ben. Good name, points for the fact that it's extremely moanable" you had to stifle your laugh when he nearly choked on his drink. God it was kind of funny that you could catch him off guard so easily.

"Take a breath. Just saying do you know how awkward some names are? I mean guy can be fuckin gorgeous, hitting it just right but if his name is something like Wesley? Kills the mood moaning that. Ben is something light that would slip out easy" he watched you walk back over to the couch and you could see the wheels turning behind those green eyes.

"So what's the story with you and Butcher?" He asked after a minute. Your surprise showed on your face so he shrugged "I notice things darling. It's apparent you two have rolled around a few times. He doesn't seem to like supes too damn much despite the circumstances and choices he's making so how'd he end up bedding one like you?"

You shrugged that time before saying "He's good with his tongue, fingers are extremely nimble and his dicks a good size nice and thick but not too long that it would hurt" "So you a couple?" You couldn't help but laugh "That's a no. See Ben nowadays us women can fuck who we wanna without settling down. We have iuds, multiple forms of birth control and a few different types of condom"

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"I bet you would be one helluva fuck" he gave you an appreciative once over so you gave him a smile "Oh honey, you may be a stronger supe than me but you're a lot older than me too. I may end up hurting you" "You saying Butcher's a better fuck than you think I'd be?" He seemed so insulted by the idea it was almost humorous, almost. Had it not been for the weight of his gaze making heat pool in your lower stomach.

You let a flame flicker across the fingers of your right hand as you held his gaze "Just saying women nowadays know what we like and what we don't. I've brought Butcher to his knees before. You're a supe, yeah compound V is pumping through your veins but a man's a man. The reason I've fucked Butcher is I'm always in control of what happens. He doesn't make a move without checking if I'm cool with it"

He nodded slowly "So you like being in charge?" You shook your head "Not as much in charge as being able to trust my dancing partner wouldn't step on toes and ask before he tries any lifts" "A real man knows not to take anything that a woman isn't offering fully to him and if she changes her mind that's her choice" fuck you hadn't expected that answer out of someone like him.

"Are we talking here or are you trying to fuck me because I'm getting mixed vibes" he barked out a laugh at your words. "Damn Y/N, I see why Butcher likes you" you shook your head with a laugh "I think it's time we call it a night. You got enough of those horse tranqs to pop so I don't have to worry about getting fried if anything decides to pop into your subconscious?" He shrugged "Yeah there's enough. I'm gonna finish this bottle first though. You need any precautions to feel safe enough to sleep around me"

You held his eyes for a moment before standing up. He seemed unsure as to what you were doing, when you got over to the bed he raised an eyebrow and when you reached for his hand he let you. You laid it on the thigh of your left leg using your hand to guide his fingertips across the scars hidden beneath the ink "I couldn't heal this. I took a shotgun blast to the fuckin chest from half a foot away and not a scratch but this? I can't heal. I sleep alone because the last time I shared a bed with someone overnight I nearly burnt him alive, Butcher forgave me of course considering why but believe me when I say you'd be the least of my nightmares no matter how dangerous I know you are"

He gripped your thigh firmly but not enough for it hurt "That why you're gunning for this Homelander prick?" You nodded "I'm going to sleep" he motioned to the bed "Take the bed at least. I'm good on the couch"

You tossed and turned, trying to talk your mind into sleeping. Ben was watching some movie but he'd moved the television so your half of the room was in mostly darkness and had the volume low. Of course you could still hear it but you appreciated the thought. He was still an abrasive, old timey misogynistic asshole but he was a bit more human than Homelander or it seemed so at least.

You could feel the heat in the room on every inch of your body. Had you been home or even in a safehouse with the boys you would've stripped down to your sports bra and panties but you didn't want to put on a full strip tease for him.

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You weren't sure how much time had passed when Ben cleared his throat "Do you need one of the tranqs? Or a shot of liquor, something?" You sat up smoothing a hand over your hair and was able to bite back something snarky but your reply was caught in your throat.

After he'd showered he hadn't bothered to throw a shirt back on. Meaning he was sitting on the couch in just Grey sweats. His hair was falling forward over his eyes in places and God damn just how broad was that mother fucker? He looked like he took up most of the couch.

He looked towards you and a crooked smirk slipped onto his face "Y/N...Blaze...you good?" You didn't know why but instead of coming up with an answer you let the truth fall from your lips "You may be an asshole but you are fucking sexy as hell" he laughed lightly and even that sound was deep enough it made your stomach flip. Fuck, were you horny? Was that why you couldn't sleep?

"I guess I should say thank you at least? Still don't answer if you need something?" You swallowed the answer you wanted to give which was along the lines of "Please ruin me" God damn when had you gotten so pent up?

You shook your head "What are you watching?" He shrugged "I don't fuckin know. Just some shit that came on while I was in the shower" you shoved the blanket off and walked across the room, nearly doubling in laughter when you realized fucking Soldier Boy had scrolled through the channels and landed on fifty shades of Grey.

"Oh this movie and the books were horrible" you moved to sit on the couch so he sat up a little straighter teasing "Don't want my dick burnt off after all" when you cut your eyes at him.

You curled up on the cushion, not missing how close his bare shoulder was to you or how much heat was radiating off him. "Is it a by product of the actual radiation or have you always ran hot?" You asked and he glanced at you "Have always ran hot" you nodded, trying to pay attention to the God awful movie but it's like there was a magnet drawing you towards him. It was a bad idea, a horrible idea really.

He kept his eyes on the TV as he spoke "I'm just gonna throw this out there Y/N but if you want to touch me anywhere feel free" you felt your face warm up and this time it didn't have a damn thing to do with your powers "What do you mean?" He turned towards you slightly, almost touching you in the process "You've been staring at my chest. Your hand is close enough that if you barely move it'll be on my shoulder. If you want to touch me, do it."

You weren't sure if it was the underlying challenge or the promise that he held in his eyes for at the very least one helluva good time that pushed you into motion.

You reached a hand out to run across his chest, tracing his muscles and testing the water. When he didn't move, simply followed your movement with his eyes you smiled to yourself "Ben?" He met your eyes "Hmm?" "Do you want to touch me?"

He raised an eyebrow "This you saying you want me to touch you?" Fuck it, this was a dangerous game you were playing but you'd ran with the boys for years. It's not like you planned for the long time so might as well have a good time, right?

You braced your hands on his shoulders before swinging your legs across his lap to be straddling him. He watched you silently, those damn green eyes tracking your smallest movement. You could feel the way his body quickly reacted to you, his cock hardening underneath you. Fuck, he was thick and had a good length too. The thought occurred to you that he'd been locked away in Russia a very long time.

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A light groan left him when you rolled your hips just slightly against his. "Tell me what you want here doll?" His voice was so damn deep it rumbled through your chest. You leaned close enough that your lips were just shy of touching his "I want to see if you can make me scream your name or if you're all talk" he didn't respond instead he simply gripped the back of your head pulling you into a kiss that was all tongue and teeth that left you breathless when he pulled away to look you in the eye "If anything is too much burn me if you have to so you can get the point across"

You nodded pulling him back into the kiss. You felt his hands slip under your shirt and a light shiver ran through your body at how his rough hands felt on your skin. A gasp left your lips when he stood up suddenly, supporting your weight with one hand under your ass. "I need more room than that damn couch" "Promises, promises" you muttered and he gave you a grin that couldn't be described as anything but devilish. No wonder there were numerous tales of people selling their soul, if Lucifer looked anything like the man holding you.

He dropped you on the bed causing you to bounce twice with the force. You glared up at him "Could've been a little easier" he shrugged "What, are you already gonna tap out just because I dropped you on the bed instead of placing you gently?"

You leaned back on the palms of your hands looking up at him "Are you already tapping out because you're afraid you may rank lower than Butcher?" "Oh I'm gonna make you regret that one Y/N"

He climbed onto the bed, you could feel it dip under his weight but your eyes were glued to his "Anything off the table?" "No anal and if you try any slapping shit I'll light your ass up" he grinned "Sounds good to me. Gonna take that damn shirt off?" You reached for the hem of your shirt but his larger hands covered yours, helping to remove the piece of fabric from your body.

You felt a little too bare until he let his lips trail down your neck then across your chest. He licked one nipple into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. You couldn't help the moan that escaped you or the way your back arched into him. He let his other hand trail across your stomach, causing you to inhale sharply when his fingertips dug into your hips about the same time he bit down just hard enough to cause a scream to escape you.

When he pulled away from your breasts he smiled up at you "Still in for this? Cause right now you're looking like you're all talk.." you could tried to press your thighs together,not only to soothe the ache starting there but in an attempt to hide just how soaked you already were from kissing and light petting.

You pulled him up to your lips, kissing him roughly before taunting "says the man who's barely touched me" at your words the hand that bad been teasing at your hip moved to pull your shorts off your legs. You lifted your hips just enough to ensure he didn't rip the shorts getting them off of you. When you were completely bare to him he sat back on his heels. "What?" You asked, moving to cover yourself but he was faster, pinning your arms down over your head "Let me look at you Y/N. Damn it's been years since I had a woman as gorgeous as you underneath me"

You rolled your eyes but before you could think of a comeback any words were ripped from your mind by one thick finger slipping through your folds. He easily found your clit, teasing at it. You moaned at the sensation causing him to add a second digit. He curled them both up,hitting that spot inside of you "I'm gonna fuck you with my fingers, then with my tongue then if you think you can take more I'll use my cock. That sound good princess?" You nearly whimpered, the feeling of that knot in your stomach growing tighter with every movement of his fingers.

Just as you'd nearly reached that peak he stopped his movements. "Ben!" You whined and his laughter hit your ears "I asked you a question" you swallowed hard, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. He leaned over to kiss your thigh before beginning to move his fingers again "It sounds good. It sounds good" you panted worried he'd stop again when you could already feel the pleasure building "Good cause I want to feel you cum however many times I can"

He went silent attacking your neck and chest with open mouthed kisses and light bites. You were like putty in his hands when you finally came. You laid there trying to catch your breath only to feel his hands spreading your thighs.

When he first licked into you a cry escaped your lips. It was too fast after an orgasm, you were too over stimulated and dear God what the fuck was he doing with his tongue?

You didn't want to praise him, didn't want to let his name escape you as a moan but when he locked his lips around your clit his name slipped from your lips like a fucking prayer "Fuck Ben. Feels so good" you felt him smile against you right before another orgasm washed over you without warning.

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The bastard kept going even after you soaked his beard and the bed underneath you. You shoved at his head "Enough. Enough" he gave one final kiss to your clit before crawling back uo your body "Where's that girl that was talking shit about me being an old man?"

You groaned pulling him down into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips "I take it back, you're pretty good with your fingers and your mouth" "Oh i must have lost a few steps. You're still talking shit" you glanced down between the two of you, seeing he still had his sweats on "I must have lost a few cause you're still wearing pants"

He rolled his hips against yours when he kissed you pulling a moan from you at the feeling of his clothed erection rutting into you "Are you gonna fuck me or just tease the shit out of me?" He gripped your hips suddenly and flipped both of you where his back was down to the bed and you were on top of him "You want my pants off? Take em off"

You weren't one to back down from a challenge so you kissed him one more time, savoring how he chased your lips when you moved away. You kissed down his neck, tentatively biting the places that made his breathing quicker. You were rewarded with a deep groan and his grip on your hips tightening.

You moved further down kissing across his chest,letting your nails tease the skin there as well. When you got to the waistband of his sweats you left a kiss on the smooth expanse of hip that was peeking out already. You reached a hand under his sweats, feeling his hard cock react to your touch the moment your fingers grazed across it.

You held his eyes as you pulled at the pants and he eagerly lifted his hips off the bed to assist you. You knew your eyes had widened when his cock sprung free. Fuck he was big, almost too big in length and a delicious girth.

You licked a strip from the base of his cock up to the head. "Fuck Y/N" hearing your name fall from his lips spurred you on. You knew you couldn't take all of him but that wasn't gonna stop you from trying. You wrapped your lips around his cock slowly going down, you gagged slightly when you felt the tip hit the back of your throat.

You pulled back up repeating the motion twice, taking more of him in each time. You used your hand to give the rest of him and his balls attention, carefully rolling them between your finger. Hearing someone that you knew was as powerful as Soldier Boy being a moaning mess under your touch? Well a girl could have a worse means of a confidence boost.

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"Y/n...blaze..." Ben reached for your hand. You pulled up from his cock with a wet pop to look at him "What's wrong?" He shook his head with a grin playing on his lips "Feels too damn good darling. I ain't fucked nothing in years and my stamina is good but I'll be damned if I'm coming anywhere but in that tight little pussy of yours" you laughed lightly kissing your way back up his body until you were effectively straddling him. "Then by all means let me oblige you" you lifted up slightly feeling his hard length poking at your thigh. You gripped him tightly before bringing him to your entrance.

He reached for your face, pushing the hair back of out it so he could watch your eyes as you lowered yourself onto his cock. You had to go slow, taking him in little by little but once he was finally completely inside of you, your hips flush against his you knew he felt the full body shiver you had. You couldn't hide it. He was so damn big and filled you completely.

You gave him a strained smile "Give me a second" he pulled you forward to kiss across your chest "I get it baby. It's a lot to take" you would've slapped him for the condescending tone had he not shifted his hips slightly as he spoke. "God damn you" you muttered, bracing a hand on his chest.

He shot you a smirk "What's wrong?" You moved your hips in a small circle, feeling that the pain from being stretched out had given way to the pleasurable feeling of being so damn full. "Nothing" you finally replied starting to roll your hips. His eyes fluttered shut as you started to bounce, fucking yourself on his cock.

"Attagirl. Holy shit" he was mumbling under his breath, gripping your hips tightly. He started to bring his hips up to meet every movement of yours. Your nails were cutting into his chest but neither of you cared "Fuck I'm close Ben" you moaned so he moved one hand between the two of you, fingers quickly finding your clit to rub tight circles on it "Come for me Y/N. Let me feel that perfect pussy squeeze my cock"

Between the movement of your hips, driving him deeper inside of you than you'd ever thought possible and the movement of his fingers it wasn't long before you were seeing stars. The third orgasm of the night washing over you.

He eased you down against his chest, holding you to it as he turned you both back over. His cock never slipped out of you. "This ain't fair, I've came three times already" you mumbled weakly. He chuckled, catching your lips in a kiss "Oh darling if it ain't at least a five to one thing then I need to head back to Russia and let em put me on ice. Best part is seeing the woman you're with falling apart" he nipped your neck over your pulse point "Especially seeing one as strong as you fall apart"

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He began to rock his hips against yours, painfully slow thrusts that had tears forming in the corner of your eyes because even after three orgasms your body was screaming for more. "Ben..uh fuck...please" he leaned down enough to catch your lips in a messy kiss "Please what Princess? Use your words"

"Fuck me hard Ben. I need it. Please" "Never would pegged you for the begging type" he teased so you glared up at him "Butcher never makes me beg" the moment the words left your mouth he pulled your legs up to his broad shoulders nearly folding you in half.

The new angle meant with every snap of his hips he was hitting that spot that made you see stars. Your eyes were screwed shut, riding out the pleasure that borderlined pain the most delicious of ways. "Uh uh uh. Eyes open Y/N" you opened your eyes as his thrusts slowed just enough to bring you back from that edge "The fuck?" "I want to see those eyes when you come on my cock. I want you to see me fucking you"

You forced your eyes to stay open as he pounded into you, catching your lips in a frenzied kiss. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer as that knot within you threatened to burst "Ben..oh fuck.." you moaned as the knot burst, orgasm washing over you, lighting your entire body on fire. You had to look where you were connected to Ben to ensure the pleasure hadn't caused your powers to topple out.

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He worked you through your orgasm then pulled out causing you to whine at the loss of contact "Turn over" those two words quickly reignited that fire in your stomach. You did as he asked and the moment you were on your stomach he used one hand to pull you up to your knees, pushing your upper half down on the mattress "You still with me here Y/N?" You nodded but felt a warm kiss on your shoulder before he bit down "Verbal answer darling. I need to hear it"

"Still with you" you panted before adding "and that's four" you could practically feel the smile on his face when he nipped at your neck "Means one more and I can fill this pretty little pussy up"

When he slid back into you, the feeling was nearly overwhelming. He chuckled darkly "Your poor little pussy is nearly fucked out. Almost too swollen to take me" he snapped his hips forward drilling into you to the point you could feel his tight balls slapping against your ass "Almost"

A string of curses mixed with his name left you as he pulled you up until your back was against his chest "God damn I can feel you throbbing around me. You already close again?" You nodded weakly so he left a kiss on your neck then leaned you back forward where your hands could grip the headboard. "Good cause I'm about to fuckin bust here" he admitted reaching one hand under you to play with your clit as his thrusts got even harder and faster "Just need to feel you come one more time"

You could feel the warmth spreading throughout you again as you gripped the headboard trying to ride out the feeling "Fuck.." a broken cry escaped you as your fifth orgasm of the night washed over you. His hips didn't slow any, working himself towards that release. "Come for me Ben, please fill me up" you begged and your words mixed with how tight your walls were squeezing him pushed him over that edge.

He nearly collapsed as he spilled deep inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. "God damn" he muttered before pulling out and collapsing next to you. "You good?" He asked breathlessly, pushing your hair back so he could see your face "I'm good" he nodded then glanced up and started laughing "What?" "Bed's not"

You followed his line of sight and saw scorch marks on the headboard where your hands had gripped "Shit" he shrugged "Can always say you tried to scorch me but I got out the way. Don't worry Butcher will never know"

You were half asleep when you felt a warm rag between your legs "Shh, just cleaning you up a bit until you're up for a shower" "Thanks" you managed to slur out.

After Ben cleaned you and himself he walked back out of the bathroom "Do I still need to take the couch?" You raised your hand enough to flip him out causing a loud laugh to escape him.

You felt the bed dip next to you before his head leaned over on your back "You a cuddler?" You asked in shock. He shook his head "hoping if I'm close enough you may want one more round when you wake up" "Go to hell Ben" you replied feeling his hand slide around to play at your nipples "If this is the ticket to hell I've done a hell of a lot worse"

The next day you were freshly showered with your duffle repacked when Butcher called to see if you needed anything before he got back to the hotel.

You and Ben had ended up going for another round in the bed and once in the shower. Luckily he hadn't left any marks that couldn't be covered with clothes because most of your body was littered with light bruising from his lips and teeth.

He watched you talk to Butcher then when you hung up he raised an eyebrow "Lover boy almost back?" You rolled your eyes "He's about twenty minutes out" he let his eyes slide across your body "I could make you cum one more time"

You shook your head "If it weren't for the advance healing I'd be barely walking as is" he nodded "We could make out till we hear that shitty car?"

You shrugged "Why not" Ben was across the room with you in his arms and your legs wrapped around his waist the moment you agreed.

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"He give ya any trouble?" Butcher asked standing next to your rental car. You shook your head "No more than you usually do" he nodded "Could I call ya if we need any more help on this job?"

You shrugged "Try to make things right with MM and Frenchie then maybe you can call me for more help on this job"

His eyes flickered down towards your lips and you laughed lightly "I said help on the job Billy" "Yeah yeah yeah" he replied leaving a kiss on your cheek before heading back into the hotel.

Not Exactly Lying

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Round 1

Propaganda Under Cut

Allura

Lots of people (myself included tbh) ship klance (Keith and Lance). In s8 the creators made Allura/Lance canon (but then they killed her off and left the ending ambiguous it was weird). Anyway the fandom treats her like she's the most terrible bitchy woman ever but all she wants to do is end the war and avenge her destroyed home planet. Yeah she wasn't always the nicest or always the best, but you could argue some other characters in the show aren't either and they aren't treated near as bad as allura. people really just hate her bc Lance liked her. I don't think allura/lance are good together, but I still liked her as a character and thought she was interesting and had a lot of growth during the show. she DEF is not evil like some people portray her as in fic or talk about her in captions on posts. I've seen people say that they HATE her and that she's the worst and I'm like ??? let her live (well sort of ig she is dead now). lots of fic writers use her as the villain which is so interesting to me bc the show literally has villains like use them. anyway allura so perfectly fits the bracket description she deserves better.

I hate to acknowledge my time in this fandom but I hate the way the fandom treated her more. Allura was treated like shit no matter what side of the Great Ship War you were on because she was always a threat to the biggest ships (klance and sheith). At best she got put into Background Lesbian or Consolation Prize Shallura (Space Mom-zoned) (She was not a motherly figure btw. She was just Black). At worst she was violently demonized for being ~racist~ (kinda not cool with the alien race that blew up her planet for a few episodes), complete with misogynistic language hurled at her (she got called a bitch sooo much). Allura was a good and cool character and the show did her dirty but the fandom was somehow worse.

i apologise for speaking the dark magicks, but amidst the voltron fandoms many, many transgressions, there were a particular subset of people who just hated this girl. the infamous klance wars of the 2010s kept this perfectly fine childrens cartoon character in the sights of shippers everywhere, and she (and her voice actress im sure) were subjected to years of petty squabble blown up to global perportions. ive seen hate, ive seen rants, ive seen fanfics that made her homophobic. girls been through the ringer, and even though voltron was never the show its fandom wanted it to be, i believe allura deserved better

Kayano Kaede

shes genuinely a really tragic character who had potential for a really compelling, effective arc concerning grief, identity, healing, and finding trust again all while going through the inherent ordeal of being 15 years old….if she werent a female character in a shonen anime 😭😭 instead she gets sidelined during the show up until her big plot twist reveal after which shes immediately sidelined again. whatever i still love her and know her to be a character of all time who has suffered more than jesus. in my experience shes perhaps the female character who like. ive seen most *obsessively* hated due to her “getting in the way” of the ship b/w the male protagonist + deuteragonist (bc of her proximity to the both of them) u woild think shes the devil incarnate and not just. 15 and traumatised 

She had a crush on Nagisa and they kissed and a lot of fans ship him with Karma so theyre mad that Kaede is there. She is super silly and nice but the fandom hates her for standing in the way of karmagisa.

she's a sweet person that was an actor and loves her sister. she is the main love interest of the main character but doesn't interact with him more than most of the other characters for a majority of the story. Often I have seen them removed from the story only to become some homophobic jerk that's desperate for the main characters love instead of letting her keep the good friendship that her and the main character had before the romance.

[monstersdownthepath]

Shadowbound Heart

Minor Artifact

Aura: Strong Conjuration, Strong Necromancy

CL: 22nd

Weight: ---

Slot: —

The first of these wicked artifacts is said to have been made when a tyrant wished for a means of immortality that would sustain his youth and health forever. He had, at first, thought to contact Asmodeus, but knew the Dark Prince's price would inevitably include his soul, and his demise would be arranged for him in the background. Similarly, beseeching a demon for immortality was an excellent way to not see the end of a decade, and a daemon even less. So the story goes, he took to another option: Zon-Kuthon.

The God of Pain heard the tyrant's plea and offered him a mechanical heart, crafted of the Netherworld's steel and by Zon-Kuthon's madness. All he asked for in return was that the tyrant rejoice in the "gift of pain" he would receive, and to seek to give it to others. He would keep his life, he would keep his soul, he would keep his youth and health, all for the price of pain, inflicted upon himself and others. Figuring that even the worst of worldly agonies would pale in comparison to Hell and figuring that, with his new eternity stretching before him, he would grow used to any pain his new heart would cause him (worst comes to worst, he has a mechanical body crafted), he accepted.

As these tales go, it is hubris to ever believe yourself beyond a price set by a god. Every mortal believes themselves the ones that will finally outwit their patron, but not one has succeeded. As the tyrant found out, the agony his new heart caused him was at a level there was no getting used to, and rather grimly, he found that the death he feared so terribly was now wholly beyond his ability to reach, no matter how much he strained for it.

Whether this foolish tyrant truly existed (and what his eventual fate was) or is merely a cautionary tale about making bargains with the Midnight Lord, the device featured in the story is quite real. Several of them exist, crafted both by Zon-Kuthon and the lesser Demagogues, some sitting in the ribcages of dried skeletons who found a way out of their bargain, most of them still embedded within the chest of a mortal seeking immortality, a new experience, or performing a mission for their patron. The fact that there's not one inside every high priest of pain suggests they're either difficult to create, even for a demigod, or only a limited number of them can exist at a time, or perhaps both.

Shadowbound Hearts resemble twisted, clockwork hearts bearing a smooth plate of silvery metal emblazoned with the unholy symbol of the god or fiend which created it. They're deceptively easy to install: A willing, living, corporeal mortal must hold the device to their chest for one full round, at which point spiked tendrils emerge from gaps within the device and rips its way into the mortal's torso. The artifact destroys the victim's heart and settles into its place, weaving its tendrils throughout their torso and settling in as its magic goes to work. At this point, the creature is considered infused. The ragged, shredded hole heals over swiftly except for the metallic plate, which now sits directly over the new heart and marks them as a bearer of one of these cursed artifacts.

A creature infused with a Shadowbound Heart enjoys several benefits: it gains Regeneration equal to its Hit Dice, and only Electricity damage causes the heart's Regeneration to stutter for a round. The user reverts to a young adult appearance and remain young so long as the Heart remains in place, taking none of the penalties of aging but reaping the benefits. They do not need to eat, drink, or breathe (but still feel the pain of starvation, thirst, and asphyxiation if they do not), become immune to disease and poison, and have 25% Fortification. They recover from damage to their physical ability scores at a rate of 1 per round, and drain to their physical ability scores at a rate of 1 per day.

An infused creature slain through any means, such as by a death effect or HP damage while their Regeneration is deactivated, returns to life at -9 HP one hour later and resumes regenerating HP as normal. If the heart is removed from their body at any point, their body dissolves into gore (killing them if they were, somehow, still alive). One hour later, they begin regenerating from around the heart, their tissues pouring from the gaps in the clockwork and slowly reforming their body over the course of 1 minute, at which point they're restored to life at -9 HP and resume regenerating HP as normal. Only continuous Electricity damage to stall the heart prevents it from restoring its infused creature.

This immortality is not without its costs. The infused creature gains vulnerability to pain effects which cannot be removed or suppressed, taking a -5 penalty to saving throws against pain effects. Every hour, there is a cumulative 1% chance that the heart suddenly surges with activity, its tendrils probing the creature's nerves and organs in indescribably painful ways, visibly slithering to new locales beneath their skin to find new clusters of nerves to torment. The creature is utterly paralyzed by the pain, falling prone and helpless, unable to do anything but experience the agony for 1d4 minutes. Once the pain triggers, the chance to activate resets to 1%. Every time the infused creature suffers at least 1 point of damage per HD they have from any source, the heart senses their pain and becomes envious; it gains a 5% chance to activate and an immediate check to see if it activates must be made.

Once infused into a creature, that creature has few ways to escape their pain. The heart's creator can will it to cease functioning at any point, withdrawing its tendrils and slipping from the hole in the victim's chest (this takes 1 minute and paralyzes the creature with agony), at which point the victim must receive the benefits of the Regeneration spell or die, as they no longer have a heart. A Limited Wish spell can remove the heart from a willing creature, restore their original heart, and ends the infusion if the caster succeeds a DC 32 caster level check. A Wish or Miracle used on a willing creature removes the heart, restores their original heart, and ends the infusion without a check needed. Whenever a heart is deactivated in this way, the creator often sends some of their agents to investigate what has happened (or perhaps even investigates themselves) and to recover the heart through any means possible and punish the formerly-infused creature for rejecting their gift.

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Destruction: Zon-Kuthon can destroy any Shadowbound Heart in existence by simply willing it. Otherwise, they must be destroyed by forging an adamantine hammer and chisel in the Positive Energy Plane, and using the hammer to drive the chisel straight into the heart through the metal plate, making sure to destroy the unholy symbol in the process. This causes the heart and the tools used to obliterate one another. Destroying a Shadowbound Heart while it's still inside a creature instantly kills that creature, and destroys their body utterly in a flare of positive and negative energy.

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Flesh and bone (the sky above the earth below)

This doubles as both a gift for @yuzanrath (happy early birthday!) and the fic title chosen in this poll.

Trigger warnings for: body horror, horror in general to be honest, sentient Burial Mounds, and overall creepy and unsettling vibes

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Darkness, Wei Wuxian has come to realize, is not all the same – nor does it look, sound or feel the same. He has never been afraid of the dark – neither when he slept alone in the street as a child, with moonlight and hunger to keep him awake enough to fend off savage dogs, nor when he shared a quiet, (far too quiet) room with Jiang Cheng in Lotus Pier, unable to shake off the feeling of being unwanted.

The dark never scared him as he slipped in and out of consciousness in the Xuanwu Cave, a distant song lulling him awake whenever his mind strayed too far, and his heart never faltered even as the enemy hid in the night during the first days of war. Wei Wuxian had never feared the dark, not even as his vision faded into nothingness with the pain of having his core ripped out of him.

But this darkness is different. The darkness at the bottom of the Burial Mounds is different – it is not a result of the natural succession of day and night, nor is it caused by light being unable to penetrate into a space dug too far into the ground, into rock, into mountains.

The darkness in the Burial Mounds is alive in a way that is almost organic, moving, feeling, craving. It slithers like formless snakes, coiling like the appendages of a mythical beast around any living prey that steps into its territory – everywhere and nowhere at all, suffocating yet elusive.

It is hard to say whether it is one being or many beings fused together – perhaps it is both, or something else entirely, something beyond human understanding, perhaps even something defiant of the laws of nature itself.

Whatever it is, it is the one kind of darkness Wei Wuxian is terrified of. Be it midday or midnight, it roams the Burial Mounds freely, unbothered by daylight or fire, floating like heavy, putrid smoke when it rests, and attacking like sharp, obsidian blades when it hunts.

And Wei Wuxian has come to realize neither when it is dormant, nor when it is hungry is the beast merciful.

The first time he fell into the abyss, the Darkness caught him – but it did not make his landing any softer. Instead, the impact with the dry, rotten earth had been punctuated by large, formless limbs tearing at his flesh as he stared upwards and screamed, unable to move. His body, fractured in more ways than it could have been possible for him to be alive to witness, could only serve as the Darkness’ meal, perhaps its toy, even.

And though Wei Wuxian had screamed and screamed for help, for mercy, for death, the heavens remained unimpressed, as did the Darkness, prodding at him only to heal him again and hurt someplace else. There had been a point when the pain had been so great, lashing at his subconscious like an unforgiving whip, that Wei Wuxian’s brain lit up with adrenaline at the thought of ending his own suffering.

But the Darkness had not let him, breaking his arms until he had none left – and so he had once again laid onto the ground, flesh and bone, pain with a voice screaming out its soul.

However, Wei Wuxian came to realize, death was a merciful end the Burial Mounds rarely granted. The Darkness hated loneliness, and company had always been scarce – so, it could not have destroyed its own source of entertainment.

It is hard to say whether the Darkness has consciousness or thought. It talks, it screams in thousands of senseless voices, clarity a rare treat – but one thing is for certain, even as it screams in Wei Wuxian’s brain like it is trying to split it open: it is capable of attachment. Love. Obsession.

And Wei Wuxian knows this from his own experience.

Surely, to be tortured, torn into until nothing but blood and echoes of broken cries are left, only to be magically put back together at the brink of death – is not proof of any semblance of feelings, at least not in the healthy, human understanding of the concept.

But Wei Wuxian had often awoken alive when he should have been dead, his body rebuilt though he’d watched it be destroyed, with dead, featherless birds and tainted water left by his side like an offering. He had been enveloped into a thick blanket of Darkness when the nights became too cold and the creatures haunting the Burial Mounds too bloodthirsty – protecting him from harm.

And the many times he lived and died – he did not remember them in detail, the Darkness erasing and blurring the trauma until it felt like a dissociative dream.

But now, as he walks the Burial Mounds freely, the Darkness writhing by his feet like a wanting lover pulling at the ends of their beloved robes, Wei Wuxian realizes he has not been the only one the Darkness has loved obsessed over.

It has built a shrine.

In a tall, large cave, much like a temple, moonlight manifests brightly, bathing the place in haunting, silvery white.

There is no opening for the moon to shine through, and it is the middle of the day. But the light still casts a ghostly glow over the place, the rock glittering like crystal.

Along the walls, lined like the statues of forgotten, ancient gods in a lost temple, the Darkness works at persevering an endless row of bodies, ashen, shriveled complexions and sunken, half-lidded eyes staring emptily ahead, eyeballs broken like glass marbles. The colors of their robes have long washed away, vague stains of yellow, purple, red, blue and green barely still visible, more like impressions rather than pigment.

Men and women, some young, others old, held to a glittering wall by an unseen force, like butterflies pinned on a wooden board, a collection of beautiful corpses.

“Is this where you’ll keep me?” Wei Wuxian asks, his voice level, as the Darkness gathers around him, enveloping him like it is embracing him.

You are not like them, Wei Wuxian. The Darkness replies in a sweet, purring voice, You are our beloved. They are not.

“What are they, then? Trophies?”

Memories.

Wei Wuxian stares at the wall, at the corpses that almost seem to stare back at him. Their blank expressions, their thinning robes, the shriveled skin of their hands. He sees himself held above them like a master, in mockery of his status as a servant’s son, above them in nothing more than placement in a morbid collection of a monstruous creature.

A memory. A memento.

Dread raises on his skin, slithering up his spine to bloom into goosebumps all over his body – and his eyes glint red, summoning enough resentment not to feel defenseless. He thinks he almost hears them, the people displayed on the cave wall – scream.

Just like he has.

He lifts a hand, green fire manifesting at his fingertips as he stares at the row of bodies before him. People that have lived in the Burial Mounds, just like he has. People that have tried to survive, just like he has.

People that have died.

But he will not.

Not yet, not like this. He will not be the Darkness’ prize, its morbid souvenir. When he dies, he will leave nothing of himself to pin.

The Darkness writhes around him, anxious, as if sensing his intentions, but it does not fight him. Instead, it covers him gently, the smoke taking the shape of human limbs, a human body made of wisps of smoke.

The cave is soon enveloped in ghostly fire, burning without heat. Wei Wuxian bows in respect to the corpses, their bodies dissipating into the phantom moonlight like lanterns ascending to the sky.

How cruel of you, to deny even our memories… A saccharine voice says against Wei Wuxian’s ear. It sounds almost familiar, like afternoons in the library and running over rooftops, like a song he cannot name and feelings he cannot understand.

“Those were people. Not your memories. And not your trophies.” He replies, voice harsh, reprimanding. The Darkness does not fear him, he knows as much – but he also knows it will not be insolent or daring. Not with Chenqing at his fingertips, the leash he has used to tame the formless beast.

Will you be, Wei Ying?

“A trophy?”

Of course not. The voice replies, its lilt low and seductive, the human form taking now a distinct appearance, Not a trophy. Will you be Ours?

It whispers against his ear, convincing enough for his heart to spasm painfully against his ribcage. The almost-human hands trace over his neck, enticing but dangerous, tempting, l’appel du vide over a tall abyss.

Will you be mine, Wei Ying?

[sssapplebottomjeans]

moon au braindump complete with plotholes! i infodumped this to my friend and it's going here too

so there's roughly four levels of power that you get from the sun and moon as a human

1.) no powers- normal human

2.) born with it- rapunzel's healing magic/glowing hair/likely stays healthier by default. varian has remnants of moon magic from the blast in the dark kingdom 25 years ago through quirin being directly shot by it, but because it was so many years after the blast before varian was born, the effects on him are milder (both due to that and also due to the moon being inherently less powerful than the sun) so, the stripe, more resistant to injury and that's why he didn't die during qfad cuz he was walking through that blizzard for way too long to be fine ok i'm rolling with this. and maybe he has insomnia because of it, and in high stress situations his eyes look a little too blue to be natural. strange but definitely not "my hair glows and heals people" type weird.

3.) stolen magic- both moon!cass and rapunzel's hair being indestructible via tbea fall under this category. (rapunzel didn't want this but since she did inflict it on herself i'm counting it in this category.) VARIAN- buckle up people this is gonna be a long one. so flash forward to cassandra's revenge. varian's cage has been brought in and rapunzel and cass are dueling it out. the moonstone cracks, this time varian catches the shard, but in the chaos of battle no one really notices and varian barely realizes what he did until he's headed home. he experiments on it later in secret, trying to harness its power into something akin to what project obsidian was, but it keeps failing and he doesn't know why. turns out- the moon's power (also the sun's too) only works on living organisms so basicallyyyyyyyy it needs a human host. (SIDE NOTE- in this au quirin stays dead in the amber because of that reason- the decay incantation just doesn't work because the amber isn't alive) varian kind of figures this out but he doesn't really want to try it on himself because a.) the rocks haven't exactly been a high point in his life, and b.) the reason he kept this whole project secret in the first place was because he didn't want team corona thinking he was doing nefarious things with it and turning against them cough cough cass and sporting this wouldn't keep it secret whatsoever

i haven't thought the next part out too well but he turns to trying to summon Moon herself somehow for answers because at least he has a lead with this. and i want it to happen at the great tree but i don't really know why. anyway he summons her, how, i don't know

4.) possession- okay so basically varian and moon don't hit it off at all. varian's extremely bitter about the rock situation that yknow. destroyed his home and indirectly led to quirin's death and moon-

(okay so vague incomplete backstory for moon. when edmund literally tried killing her in that same blast 25 years ago because she was deemed corrupted, she survived but it left her critically injured. gods have no known way of dying ad no one knows how to kill them, but they also have no way of healing from injuries, so that wound is still just as fresh as it was 25 years ago and she's in so much pain. the rocks are somewhat akin to blood/tears, and i think the way i'm going with this is that the only way gods CAN die/be born anew is by making contact with another god, aka the rocks chasing rapunzel/sun. so moon's body is trying to destroy itself as, ironically, a survival instinct but her mind isn't aware of it, to her it's just her blood tearing up the earth.) anyway things get heated and varian gets forcibly possessed out of moon's desperation for someone to understand what she's been through, so in the flash of a few seconds varian gets 25 years of unimaginable pain, all of her memories and thoughts, and the full extent of her powers. but being possessed by a literal god is way more dangerous than, say, being possessed by something from our world, like a ghost or small magical artifact (think: ulla) so i'm REALLY not sure how much damage that would do to varian, the human, even for the few seconds that moon's outburst lasted, but i'm guessing some pretty bad burns (think: cass's charred hand) and some level of mental damage. the longer you stayed possessed by a god, the worse it gets, so eventually you would just. die from the strain

this goes for the other levels too, to some extent. like cass's health will get increasingly worse over the months and if rapunzel tries to use too much of the sun's power, she'll start literally burning up cuz- cuz sun. sun hot. (side note: moon HATESSSSS cass for taking her stone, cuz not only does humans having the gods power drain the gods of energy and health too (sun can stand this more because she's inherently more powerful- she can take it but moon CAN'T), but cass stealing it and telling the sun to take a hike disrupts moon's subconscious decision to try and rebirth herself by colliding with sun) (zhan tiri's pissed off by cass's decisions too and she's constantly trying to make her and raps interact for her portal thing yada yada when honestly all cass really wants to do is get away from rapunzel and never look back)

i think it's possible that if moon realized why she was trying to collide with the sun, she COULD possess him and just ram him into rapunzel like a bulldozer, but that would definitely kill him and rapunzel too, so as long as moon stays ignorant, they're both fine-ish. she might could convince him to take the shard for himself for some reason but idkkkkkkkk. would definitely be a lot safer than outright possession but it would not have the same level of power as someone like cassandra, moon would have no reason to make him do this though and i seriously doubt that varian would take it for himself unless out of severe desperation

i think i'm done. if you've made it this far, congrats, have a homemade muffin <3

[univarna]

[SevenAU] Blitzstein Reckless | Timeline 3 - Maruta Experiment.

(Dark info, shocking-themed warning?⚠️)

"Maruta" (丸太) is the name given to Duri Elemental of Blitz, which he later called Maru for short. This name was not given to him by Blitz, but by a group of scientists with the number "nana-san-ichi"* who gave him, based on his superpower of plant-manipulation.

“Maruta" means "logs", but here we associate it with "timber/wood".

Red Sun/Solar has the ability to heal with touch, Maru is not so kind. Both are "doctors", with some understanding of first aid for injured soldiers, but while Red Sun tries to save as many people as possible, Maru is cruel and uses his knowledge to do experiments.

When this happens, Blitz can only split up to three people, including the trio “Kaminari - Kamikaze - Solar”. Solar loves the other two very much, so he never opposes them. But then, who is Maru then?

When Blitz first acquired Duri from its former master, the Empire was having some problems with their vegetation and a lack of herbal medicine. Blitz went to the plant research institute in the form of Maruta, but was accidentally attacked by crazy doctors want to steal Duri's power. Even though Blitz escaped (?), he couldn't remember Maruta being separated from him.

Over the next few months, Maruta was brainwashed and accepted into the "nana-san-ichi" scientific team, and with them performed cruel torture experiments on prisoners captured by the Empire. At the last moment, on the day Kaminari and Kamikaze were attacked by the Western Empire, Red Sun should have been there in time to save them. But Red Sun was captured by Maru and injected with a serum that neutralized his "healing factor".

That's why Kaminari and Kamikaze were not treated in time, Kaminari was captured by Fang, Kamikaze suffocated in the ocean, and Red Sun temporarily lost his abilities (as in the “Afterglow” post, Kamikaze woke up and realized Red Sun's face "turned black" and could no longer be cured, as a metaphor for how Maru destroyed the Light Elemental). And so, the sacrifices we know all came from Maru's cruel acts.

Information about a pic in there (where has Ying), is "Bamboo Impalation", a form of torture that Maru used on prisoners, to the point that it is considered his signature move.

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Echoes of War Chronicles WIP Intro!!!

Look at me! Writing and posting a WIP Intro and not a tag game like last Wednesday!! Did it take fifteen reminders and ten instances of sitting down with the intention to write it but getting distracted and not making any progress? Yes. But I finally got it finished!! So let's get into it!

Fair warning, this is kind of a long post, but when is anything I post not?

While nothing in this post has any kind of CW/TW I can find, this whole series is pretty dark/gory in its contents, and for that reason, I'm labeling it 18+. Specifically for excessive violence, dark themes, and general explicit content and gore. I try my hardest to label content appropriately whenever I post tag games and snippets.

Series: Echoes of War Chronicles

Genre: adult high/dark fantasy/sci-fi (I don't really know what genre to label this as lol)

Status: First draft/planning

Tags: #echoes of war chronicles #eowc

Synopsis (for the overall series, so it's pretty vague)

Created to fight a war that has wrecked the Realms for years, two genetic experiments were trained side by side. Merciless, lethal weapons of death. Inseparable. Until they weren't. Years later, they're on opposite sides of the war. Both of them intent on destroying the other, regardless of their shared history. Bonds are tested. Secrets revealed. Loyalties made and destroyed as two partners threaten to destroy the entirety of the Realms in their hunt for blood.

Tropes and Things

Found Family

DRAGONS + other fantasy creatures

Living Weapon

Lovers to Enemies

LGBTQ+ OCs and relationships

LOTS OF MAGIC

Morally gray OCs and just downright completely morally black OCs

Angst

High Action

War

Now let me introduce you to the stars of the show!

Asset 703

Created from Project Viall, 703 has been with the Mors her entire life. Trained from birth to be the most deadly weapon in the Realms. She is regarded as a demon of death and an unfeeling monster. It's the only life she's known, and she long since accepted that fact. She doesn't particularly care about the nature of her creation or the brutality of her job. She was created for a purpose, and it's the sole reason for her existence. It's not her place to think about things like life outside the Mors. Those were traitorous thoughts and pointless hopes.

Fres

Another of Project Viall's subjects, Fres was also raised in the Mors. Nearly as deadly as their partner 703, the two were feared. But as Fres was exposed to more of the Realms during their missions, they began to resent the life they had. All the pain and abuse fueled their anger. So they created a plan, escaping from the Mors in a blazing chaotic mess. From them on, they devoted themselves to fighting against the Mors. They wanted to see them burn in eternal damnation, unable to ever rise back from the smoldering pile they left them in.

Ronan "Rage" Airvix

Assigned to be 703's field handler and healer, Rage works for the Mors. He's very calm and patient, unless you disregard his healing expertise, then you'll see where the nickname Rage came from. He will adopt anyone left unattended for five minutes.

Dana Hueland

Dana is one of the hardest fighters against the Mors. A feisty woman and phenomenal fighter, she's intimidating to anyone that comes across her. She excels at close combat and piloting and is a certified BAMF, MILF, and top tier Bisexual.

Master Gerd

One of the highest ranked in the Mors, Master Gerd is a psychopath with a god complex. He abuses his power religiously, especially over 703. He is feared my nearly everyone in the Mors and he knows it. -1000/10 would drown violently.

Healer Asurr

The head of Project Viall, Healer Asurr is a bit of a mad scientist. They're only concern is their life long work of enhancing species, ultimately to create the superior lifeform. They would stick you in a cage and study you obsessively for months.

Now, because the Seven Realms are so expansive, I'm just including a few basics here (she says after having written way too much info and then hitting delete far too many times). If anyone shows an interest in knowing more about them, I'll do a post for each Realm, I'm planning to anyway at some point, but for now, enjoy the little snippets that tell you absolutely nothing about their importance to the plot!

Mirralia has the second largest population of the Seven Realms. With its variety of biomes and massive cities, it's one of the most sought after places to live. Full of some of the most rich and powerful flora and fauna, many resources for alchemy are found in the Realm. It also remains to be one of the only Realms dragons have still been spotted. Mirralia government positions are highly sought after and their military is one of the strongest of the Seven Realms.

Enkkon produces some of the best Agi (trained magic users) in the Seven Realms, with schools to match. With top schools in many specialties, it brings in species from every Realm, creating the most diverse population of any Realm. Far less rich in raw elemental, Enkkon is a quiet Realm, reliant on technology far more than the other Realms, but that doesn't make its native species any weaker than the other Realms.

Levekint has the largest population. While the cities are large and bubbling, the flora and fauna of the planet interacts with everything. It's not uncommon to see buildings with vines or trees growing out of the middle, or for a shop to have bird nests and other creatures wandering about indoors. Levekint taught healers make up ninety percent of the Seven Realms healers. It is the forefront of healing innovation, producing some of the most renowned and well known healing names in history.

Zj'ahju is the smallest Realm, with the smallest population to go with it. The harsh biome and oppressive heat make the Realm nearly inhabitable for non-native species. However, it has some of the most beautiful architecture of the Realms, specializing in metal and glass. Both are big exports for the Realm, and they produce nearly fifty percent of the Seven Realms building supplies. Weapons and jaw dropping pieces of glass art are other major exports.

Ketaawi is the second largest Realm, comprising of ninety percent water. Most of Ketaawi's native species can breathe underwater, or can hold their breath for long periods of time. The massive cities of Ketaawi are either floating on the water, able to move much like a boat, or beautiful domes underwater. Right after Enkkon, Ketaawi is one of the most technologically advanced Realms, with some of the best defenses and security to be found anywhere.

Rorrut is a mountainous planet, having the highest peaks and deepest caves in the Realms. With such conditions, it's also a major Realm for rare alchemy supplies, specifically minerals and powerful, giant creatures. The planet is constantly "growing," creating more mountains and caves to replace the ones mined. With some of the most dangerous creatures in the Seven Realms, the natives became natural fighters and survivalists. There are very few large cities, and the habitants mostly form small villages, keeping to themselves and protecting each other.

The largest of the Seven Realms, Aveilu is a gas planet. The natives of the Realm have built their cities on the many rings of the planet, which are made up of large floating island, with the largest cities being floating cities, completely fueled by energy to keep them in the sky. Most native species in the Realm have some form of flight capabilities. Aveilu is the top Realm in ship production and export, creating ninety percent of the Realms flying transportation. It is the only other Realm dragons have been spotted in.

My Master Post is here with all the links to my other more detailed intros, including OCs, world related things, and the magic system if anyone is interested in reading any more about EoWC.

I know this is a pretty long post, so if you read through everything, wow, you're amazing! Thanks for reading through my little (okay, big) rant!!!

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