#joly wrote this

[queenaeducan]

Var Shiral'vhen - Chapter Nineteen: The Promise in a Sunrise

Non-binary Lavellan/Solas. Rated M. Chapter Summary: Solas learns what color sunsets are, Ian discovers the color of his eyes.

“So,” Solas observes, a teasing lilt to his words. “You see the world in shades of grey. There is beauty in that.”

Ian snorts. “You’re looking for poetry in my perceptions.” His accusation is a tease of its own, and he follows it with a counterpoint: “The beauty of this world exists whether someone can see it or not.”

“They say beauty exists in the eye of the beholder, though I think I prefer your perspective.” Solas’s brush finds its way back to one of the cups, the pigment seeping free to stain the water. “Too many fail to see the beauty in a spell…” He glances up, eyes meeting Ian’s with level purpose, “...or within themselves.”

This time the burn of his blush stings the tips of his ears, and he has to look down, preferring the safety of studying his boots to the cool intention in Solas’s gaze.

“Sometimes beauty is hard to recognize, but…but that doesn’t mean it’s absent. Things don’t have to be–to be–something doesn’t need to be perceived to be present, or–or recognized to be real.”

Solas’s brush returns to the page as he asks, “And what does beauty look like to you? Or…perhaps a better question might be: where do you recognize it?”

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[theharellan]

written for @ancientimpudence. a memory of the ancients, tucked in the deepest fade, when the earth had not yet been brought to heel and the people still stumble without the hands of gods to guide them.

“What is it?”

Fear asks the question with an air of revulsion and fascination as the gathered party gazes upon the creature that sits on the table. They look first to Creation for explanation, for in Ghilan’nain’s company she had witnessed the birth of a whole host of beasts to lay claim to the earth. Yet she has no answer for what crawls towards her.

Its keeper rights it before it falls, hissing punishment as the creature struggles against their grasp. Fat legs strain, helpless. It is both like and unlike them, squat and round, but with ears that taper towards the heavens the elves emerged from. Muttered observations converge towards concordance: it is horrible, it is hideous, it is—

“It is a child.”

It is Wisdom who answers the question Fear hesitated to ask, unshirking as he sweeps through the crowd. They part with the deference due Mythal’s second, his late coming unremarked upon (for Wisdom can never come too late to an immortal people). He stops before the creature— the child— who stills in the newcomer’s presence, eyes wide as they look upon him.

“I have seen them before. The dwarves begin as them, and some of the People now bear them. They are the same manner of being as what made them, only smaller.”

“The dwarves are already small,” Observation, of Dirthamen’s court, remarks.

“Smaller, then,” says Wisdom. He looks to one of the parents, and the air stirs with the promise of a question: “What is their name?”

They falter, frown. When Wisdom approached with an answer, they had hoped for understanding (perhaps approval) as to the nature of this experiment. “We, too, saw the fledgling elves, and asked if we could perfect that dream. All the power of—”

“— You may wish to consider something shorter,” Wisdom snorts. “A nickname, perhaps.”

Their grip on the child falters and it, undaunted by the hands that had tried to still it, crawls towards the table’s ledge. “Miolvun,” they say, their own names stricken from all narrative, all story, yet their creation’s persists, if only in memory.

“Miolvun.” At the sound of their name, the child veers towards where Wisdom stands, mindless of the drop.

His heart jumps as he catches them, clumsy as his hands fumble with them, four squat limbs seeming suddenly endless as he rights them in his arms. They laugh, ignorant of their brush with danger, little legs clinging to his waist. Wisdom’s body had been set for a darker purpose since Mythal first grounded him, yet somehow it seemed the shape had been made to hold this weight. They beat their fists on his chest, and he stays them with one open palm, little fingers pulling at his, trying to make as much sense of him as he is of them.

“Fascinating.”

Miolvun’s creator shines at the compliment, although it is not truly theirs he credits it to. As they weary of his left hand, they look at him; in the wisplight, wide brown eyes reflect aimless lights, like fireflies in a summer’s field.

“What can it do?” flies the voice of Andruil’s Discipline, seeking purpose in every corner of creation.

“Everything,” answers Wisdom, hiking them closer to his waist.

The room murmurs with conversation, steadily louder as each party debates what their best use would be. A wail pierces the party, and Wisdom’s ear. Too young for language, Miolvun shrieks, perhaps cognizant enough to be aware that the commotion is on their behalf.

Wisdom, wincing, reaches to the answer he knows best. The deeper Fade answers, summoning songs which soothe the child’s crying.

As the tears turn to shining pinpricks in the corner of their eyes, Fear remarks disparagingly, “It will do nothing with those tears.”

“They will learn,” Wisdom protests, “as we did. Or do you not remember the terror of your flesh, Fear?” A tinge of envy tugs at his words, wondering if they will remember what he can never forget: the horrible pulse of a heartbeat, the tearing of an empty stomach, the tremor of his lungs.

As the room falls silent, reflecting upon the trembling of the earth, a lone Hope lingers:

They will do the People proud.

[mischievousmoony]

i read something smutty for the first time in months and it felt like coming home

[combeferres-mothematics]

Hear the bells toll, the sad sound rings

Telling tale of a rebellion in spring

Upon that fateful barricade, where people failed to lend their aid

Young men fought their brave crusade

Leader young, though brave and true

Oft likened to gods and marble statue

The cause of Liberty did pursue

Fought tirelessly for world brand-new

One of science, always asking “Why?”

Along their leader fought and died

Pierced three times by bayonet, turned his eyes to face the sky 

This man was their gentle guide

Holding tight with all his heart

Without him the group would fall apart

With friends in need he’ll never wait

Centre completes the Triumvirate

Bold to wear a vest of red

Connection to groups widespread

Never a lawyer was his cry

Bahorel was the first to die

Prouvaire, a man who seemed quite shy 

Almost traded for a spy

His friends to tie a flag had not time

So must end the poet’s rhyme

Working man who helped to lead

Through hard work did succeed

Orphan who taught himself to read and write

Died alongside his family that night

Gamin courageous, went outside

 powder and ammunition to provide

Eleven years is not that long

Much too soon he ends his song

Mirror, and magnet, pulse he checks

Walking through rain? He objects

Tip of nose is rubbed with cane

A cheerful hypochondriac he remains

One greets bad luck as though a friend

Joly will his accidental wounds mend

The Eagle will soon take his flight

Just before the dawn's first light

Of the group there’s one man more

Through most of the battle he did snore

He was not there for the cause

Instead to gaze upon the leader in awe

His friends all killed, Enjolras stands alone

Face drawn tight and heart of stone

Just as he’s about to die

“Permits-tu?” A voice does cry

Fingers softly intertwined

Smile for a moment shines

Skeptic glad that he awoke

Both lives gone with burst of smoke

[anthenasikes]

☠️🌿🌟

ougogigh man first time drawing carrdarrlie digitally. and in color. and full body. and as high schoolers. not the MOST correct to how they are in my head but pretty good enough

THIS IS ALSO ONE OF THE ONLY TIMES IVE DRAWN THEM WITHOUT ANY SHRED OF THE HORRORS the horrors are centered around them specifically nearly every time i draw them it is very concerning and upsetting. for once i get to draw them in an okay state ??!??!? i was going to draw a third thing and have it be the horrors but i just zoned out on drawing for multiple hours i thin k i should be done now. gotta let them be happy i guesssss

jolie ended up looking way more vaguely-sporty than they should. i’ll actually make a solid design for them someday

i think its funny if darr always draws plants on his hands makes it ironic when eventually actual plants grow out of his hands. get fucked plant boy

second pic is several years into college i think. dates are weird in this universe i cant keep track

[foxmulderautism]

me reading back my own shit

[cavennmalore]

i cannot believe i am being flamed on a post about ALVAR

just realized alvar is like a forty year old man. what the hell

[missydior]

lover ౨ৎ

notes: charles leclerc x reader, suggestive content, fluff.

a/n: just a little piece I wrote in like ten minutes during my study break. i don’t know.

Home. A pretty piano of white high gloss and ivory near the balconies of Art Nouveau overlooking the beauty of Monaco's streets, drapes in rose, fleur-de-lis, and tassels amongst the palette of white, créme and varnish, the bed a mess of linen sheets and pillows where the cashmere throw has fallen to the floor of birch parquet.

"— Tu es très jolie." ꒰ you are so pretty ꒱

Charles' voice is a hushed resonance near your ear, palms with their slight callouses feeling over the curve of your hips through fabric where the both of you lie in the warmth of a late evening. His lips trace your neck, slow and sweet, committing each inch he touches to his endless memory of you.

Hushed laughter with the subtle rasp of his facial hair against your sensitive skin, your fingertips tracing through tousled, brunet tresses as you tilt your head back on the cushions and welcome the slant of his mouth against yours.

You can taste remnants of a vintage wine and dessert's soufflé on his tongue, some silent and unspoken 'I love you' further than just words, welcoming the weight of his figure over yours on the mattress with the sweet sickness of love.

"All mine," He's mumbling the words on you between kisses, thumb meeting the edge of your collarbone in idle caresses near flourishing remnants of rouge and lilac from the evening before, "So pretty, baby."

He does that frequently, repeating his praise—even between different languages at times—until he is certain you will never forget.

Charles Leclerc has never been shy in the prospect of bathing you with the song of his adoration in compliments and sweet nothings, but it only ever seems heightened under the influence of one too many glasses of Côte de Beaune after a quiet, intimate dinner.

You're a breathless, giggling mess of a girl underneath him, grasping his shoulders, feeling the cotton of his ivory shirt fallen unbuttoned, his hand drifting about the silks of your blushing négligée. It is your favourite feeling.

He's so tender when he loves you like this, patient and gentle with the ghost of his palm along your navel and the kiss of his mouth over the arching of your neck as you sigh blissfully and succumb to the hold. The room is quiet and serene where the moonlight dances through the glass, bathing your skin, and you've never felt safer in his presence: his arms drawn around you, the sound of his breathing and his voice.

"Charles—" Tongues meet again in the sensuous intimacy between lovers before you can continue, whatever words soon lost as you melt into the feeling, ankles locked with his about the edge of the mattress, a quietly amorous and drowsy smile on your countenance when he eventually draws away, though only fractionally, and you're staring into those beautiful eyes of his.

"Hm?" He's kissing the corner of your mouth, then the edge of your jawbone, the invitation of your throat. You feel how his hand draws subtly beneath the edges of your garments, little touches of warmth.

"Tell me something." You request quietly, trying to fill the quietude.

There is the whisper of his chuckle against your clavicle, the softness of his voice and his Monégasque accent that curls on each syllable with his consideration, "Well," Kisses, teeth, "There are many things, ma chérie, which I could say to you."

"Mhm..." Your fingers thread through the ends of his hair, admiring the sight of him in the vulnerability of your shared moments. You know that he is doing this on purpose, just as he knows that you're enjoying every second of it, but you laugh a little and indulge. "Tell me how much you love me."

He smiles at this, leaning his head down a fraction to touch the side of your cheek on his, breaths melting together in synchrony like your hand that entwines with his own on the sheets.

"How could I ever put it into words?" The softest of pecks, and he breathes in the saccharine lull of your perfume until a thought seems to manifest until he shifts over you once more, punctuates his words with another touch of his lips on yours, and reveals handsome dimples, "You know, I'll show you instead."

[queenaeducan]

Var Shiral'vhen - Chapter Fourteen: The Healer's Hands

Non-binary Lavellan/Solas. Rated M. Summary: After an evening sharing stories and music with their companions, Ian and Solas share a moment in the snow

“Ian, might I trouble you for your pipe?”

“Oh! Um. Of course, lethallen.” His satchel, ever close at hand, rests behind him in his chair. He turns, tugging it into his lap. The pipe is easy to reach, a dedicated pocket keeping it from bouncing around in the detritus that gathers in any well-loved bag. He hands it over, along with the parcel of dried elfroot.

Solas accepts his offering, rising to his feet. “Ma serannas. If you need it back, you know where to find me.” He lingers for a moment, as though the statement is half an invitation, before taking his leave.

Ian watches until the door closes in his wake, the conversations of his companions a low hum that fails to break through the sudden haze of his thoughts until Varric nudges him.

“Sorry,” Ian says, looking aside at his friend. “Did–Did I miss something?”

Varric follows where his gaze had left, the path Solas had walked still clear of other patrons. “Not yet,” he answers, dropping his own eyes back to his cards with a smile tucked into the corner of his cheek. “I just asked if you wanted in on this next hand.”

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[linnienin]

🦋 A s t e r o i d ⁕ S i r e n e ⁕(1009) 🦋 i n ⁕ t h e ⁕ h o u s e s

How they seduce you, and how you can make them FAIL THEIR PLAN 😈

Hello gorgeous mermaids ✨🧜‍♀️🧜‍♂️

I hope you're doing well 🌸

I finally wrote the "Sirene in the houses" post! And added a little treat to reward you for your patience 👀

Enjoy 🦋

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Disclaimer: These are my PERSONAL THOUGHTS on an asteroid we know very little about, i am researching it and trying to understand it to the best of my abilities. Take what resonates

Disclaimer 2: This post is for entertainment purposes mostly, don't use these methods at home kids 💖

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⁕ I n t e r p r e t a t i o n ⁕ g u i d e :

The "How to make them fail their plan" paragraphs were formed using the theory "opposites attracts".

I tried to decipher every Sirene in the houses's possible behaviour and how to strike back using the unknown (to them) force of the energy from the opposite house.

Remember, this is MY THEORY and this post is meant to entertain and add some useful infos, like the Celebs examples for each house...yep, curious of knowing who they are? 👀

Keep reading 🦋

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⁕ 1ST HOUSE : Masters at knowing how to use their body. Naturally mesmerizing, they'll use their mannerism, their seductive and entrancing aura and expressions to get you do what they want. Usually these natives don't even need to speak a word to capture you, their confidence and self-assurance makes them appear as the ultimate trophy everyone wants. This placement can trigger other people's deepest insecurities... "do i have what it takes to win them?". Needless to say, Sirene in 1H individuals have seen it all, all the clownery and the ludicrous attempts from others to get them, while they stand in their confidence, looking at them making them think they catched their attention. But these natives, they're not as impossible to break as them make it seems... (they have been over-sexualised and judged on their appeareance for a long time, and want someone that goes beyond their looks, a partner in crime, someone that is serious in their approach and know how to share, instead of keeping everything for themselves)

⁕ 💥 HOW TO MAKE THEM FAIL THEIR PLAN: Show them you notice them (i mean, it's impossible not to) but you consider them as normal people like everyone else in the room. They'll wonder why you don't get showy and greedy over them, and you'll spark their curiosity, they'll feel a sense of tranquility in looking at you being social with others and treat people with good manners. Because they've seen extremes, your balanced persona will make them feel it safe to approach you.

⁕ Celebrities examples of Sirene in 1H: Eva Green, Debra Paget, Bella Hadid, Angelina Jolie, Grace Kelly, Selena Gomez, Anne Hathaway, Zoe Kravitz, Grace Jones, Elvis Presley, Jennifer Lawrence

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⁕ 2ND HOUSE: Expensive lovers of sensations. They will attract them using bad or good ways, and because they know these sensations way too well, they also will set a trap for others making those people fall for them with their sensational methods. They will seduce you with their looks, touch, smell, voice and the taste of their kiss (or well, they could prepare you a sensational meal too hehhe). As soon as your 5 senses are triggered you'll only want more. These people use the human's carnal sin as their bait, they know perfectly how much to give to receive 10x more from their prey. They could even seduce you by showing how much money they have or their expensive possessions. Or could seduce to gain those material needs. (can have self-worth insecurities, so they'll persuade people sometimes only to get validation from them and to feel a sense of victory from winning their prey, so they can feel better about themselves)

⁕ 💥 HOW TO MAKE THEM FAIL THEIR PLAN: Show them control of yourself, especially control of your vulnerable side. They will not know how to get you if you show no problem in resisting their seductive attempts, they will instead be confused by you and take them back to avoid looking stupid (again, they can suffer from self-worth image so they'll feel riddiculous and they'll go find another prey to fill their self-esteem with), but if you want to reverse the situation, open up to them and make them feel like they're the only one worthy of knowing your vulnerable side, they'll love it and they'll fall for it.

⁕ Celebrities examples of Sirene in 2H: Beyonce, Lily Rose Depp, Michelle Pfeiffer, Naomi Campbell, Princess Diana

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⁕ 3RD HOUSE: "Welcome tributes to the 29372992 edition of Mind Games" ,and may the odds be in your favour because 3H Sirene natives have always won it. Sneaky, Clever, smart asses, these natives knows how to get to It quickly: a little smirk, the right word, a playful touch, and they've already hijacked your brain circuit. They love to confuse you with their double face game, looking at your pathetic and obvious reactions. You're going to feel like you're their partner in crime, their special someone, but all their pretty words, their quotes from your favourite poetry book, they ain't for nothing...their eyes are stuck on that prize, and you're just in their way. These natives love cars and driving. Could seduce you to buy them a car, give them a ride, or ride them on it 🙊. They could manipulate your siblings to get to you (and even get them both sistah and brothah). Spread rumors like it's nothing and be so good at hiding their face behind an innocent persona.They're quick and witty, it's extremely difficult to caught them slip unless...

⁕ 💥 HOW TO MAKE THEM FAIL THEIR PLAN: ...you observe their game from a higher perspective. They're very detailed individuals, so their weak point lays in the bigger picture. They can't be everywhere at the same time, if you show them you got the higher ground they can't reach you with simple words. Show them you are worthy of completing their game, show them your spiritual side, your deeper knowledge, words they've never heard about, they're extremely curious beings , and if they consider you interesting enough, they'll respect you and listen to what you can bring to their table of knowledge, if you pass their test, soon you'll hear the engine of their car and them approaching you saying "get it loser, we're going to play with people's minds"

⁕ Celebrities examples of Sirene in 3H: Elizabeth Taylor, Emma Watson, Halle Berry, Honor Blackman, Johnny Depp

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⁕ 4TH HOUSE: Cuddles that cage you. Such a sweet cutie pie right? Well, check your cholesterol levels because a too darn nice gesture from these natives can reveal itself as a fatal dose. They know the strings to pull to get your heart, and believe me my friends, if they get you to feel a nice comfy cozy presence that makes you feel at home, don't get too comfortable because they're about to cut that heart of yours in slices of cake to satisfy their bitter palate. Masters at emotional manipulation, they get your heart, they get your favours. And you'll feel so good about it won't you? They're giving all those nice smiles, warm hugs, puppy eyes, how could such a lovely little thing has shady thoughts right? Oh dear, you already fell into that trap didn't you...ohhh they're sobbing... nono, listen to me, don't rush to them, there's something more you need to know...(these natives actually never felt a sense of belonging, they didn't receive affection from their family, they don't really know what it truly means to have a home to return to)

⁕ 💥 HOW TO MAKE THEM FAIL THEIR PLAN: Show them you're a mature person, and that you won't play with childish people. Show them you get the job done, and you have earned and built a place with seriousness and competence, you serve people you are loyal to, and their loyalty awaits for you every single time you get to them, back to the place you call home. They will fall for your confidence and devotion, they'll want to become one of those loyal people you care for so much, they'll want to experience your genuine feelings and learn how it must be to feel them personally too.

⁕ Celebrities examples of Sirene in 4H: Marilyn Monroe, Rihanna, Jane Russel, Barbara Bach

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⁕ 5TH HOUSE: "I'll paint you like one of my french girls". Artistic, creative and smokey hot individuals. Their acting is flawlessly on point, they will dramatically impersonate the character you have a crush on. They'll show you their beautiful sketches and suddenly you're wearing the Heart of the Ocean, laying 💃au naturel💃 on an expensive sofa. Charming like the sun, they're the reincarnation of Apollo, they give you attention and seduce you by playing a hot chase. Beware of your position, the push and pull is not so cool if you're on the top of the Titanic with your arms wide open: one push, no pull and you're gone. But if you wanna catch their heart and not be catched by the ocean you'll need to resist their bright blind sunny aura by putting on sunglasses ,we're about getting✨ extra✨ too 🕶 (and don't forget the sunscreen!)

⁕ 💥 HOW TO MAKE THEM FAIL THEIR PLAN: Show them your rebellious side. Break their mirror into pieces, and the Gaston in them will go crazy. While they play with their ego to get attention, you play with your individuality and eccentricity not to get it. They'd wonder how such an introverted individual can arouse so many eyes without even trying! They'd get so jealous of you being unbothered of it, until you make them realize they're not embracing their true self, and you'll make them wonder how it should feel like to break free without caring about all those mirror scars...

⁕ Celebrities examples of Sirene in 5H: Margot Robbie, Diana Rigg

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⁕ 6TH HOUSE: The sexy competent librarians 👀. Details makes the difference, and these natives know it way too well. "Ohhh that book fell on the ground could you please hand it to me?" *proceed to put a little note in your hand* "ohh thank you, i guess this must be a book i'll have to read, the universe has spoken 👀". Skilled individuals and humble about it. They work hard behind the scenes to create a perfect plan to seduce you, it even shows on their face, like did you sleep? But well, those dark circles look so hot on them it's crazy, you can't resist their appeal. Naturally good at picking up what people needs. They make even the everyday tasks so worth it when it comes to spend time with them. They could seduce you by giving you a pet as a meaningful gift. You'll feel special because they started playing their plan by showing you they have high standards. And who wouldn't want to be picked by someone picky?

⁕ 💥 HOW TO MAKE THEM FAIL THEIR PLAN: Show them it's ok to be imperfect. Show them that their plan don't need to be so detailed, they already got you by showing their efforts. They attach their worth to how capable they are, and refuse to believe they're worthy as only human being. If you let them know with empathy that value is only a matter of perspectives and that in your perspective they're already genuinely perfect in all their imperfections they'll feel so appreciated that the detailed plan they built can only unfold further without it making them even feel like they're putting efforts.

⁕ Celebrities examples of Sirene in 6H: Lana Del Rey, Timothee Chalamet, Michael Jackson, Natalia Dyer, Chelo Alonso, Claudia Cardinale

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⁕ 7TH HOUSE: *sweet wedding music playing*... oh shoot, why are you wearing that suit/wedding dress?... ohh right, they seduced you to get married to them right away to steal your fourtune 😏. No but really, these natives makes people want to put a ring on their finger just after a singe conversation. The favourite of the masses. They're liked by everyone, because they are impeccable at the art of changing masks during conversations. Could even easily grasp the heart of their enemies. Their poise, their composure and their balance in themselves makes people think they're the perfect wife/husband material. Flawless fashion and perfect taste in clothing added to a, now rare, common sense inspire a sense of lost glamour that invade other people's minds and fantasies. Their gentle movements and nice actions strike to win other people's daydreams to be able to win their own dream life.

⁕ 💥 HOW TO MAKE THEM FAIL THEIR PLAN: Show them you catch the real them in between changing masks. They'd vacillate and lose that control a bit, if you show that you also are confident in your skin and you aren't afraid to show your authentic self in public,even if this means having haters, you'd make them want to lose their kept and to just break themselves free from any expectations to live life discovering who they truly are inside and not who they should be to respect society's standards.

⁕ Celebrities examples of Sirene in 7H: Audrey Hepburn, Greta Garbo, Zendaya, Demi Moore, Kristen Stewart

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⁕ 8TH HOUSE: Intoxicating nymphs with a soft spot for inheritance. They're black widows standing at the funeral of their poor husband number "i lost the count" (well, they could easily marry a Count and "lose" him from death to "natural causes" 🥺). These natives will seduce you privately, they'll wrap you up in their fog and you won't be able to see anything else but them with no way to escape their bubble. They'll get you obsessed and addicted, poisoning you with their charisma and their deep meaningful words, making you feel special. They know how to use human psychology to their advantage, some of them might even seduce you with sex, or might seduce you to get sex with them.(These people feel extremely lonely even if they hide it under a mask of perfect self control , they crave that intimate deep connection that they never or rarely experience where they can show their vulnerabilities without getting judged.)

⁕ 💥 HOW TO MAKE THEM FAIL THEIR PLAN: Show them stability in yourself and your element to create a space that will make them feel safe to open up. Let them feel all the sensations they closed themselves up to, and once you see them getting comfortable,make them feel themselves in all their power by triggering their senses. Make them feel heard by sharing your insecurities and listen to theirs with compassion and genuine understanding. They'll be yours forever.

⁕ Celebrities examples of Sirene in 8H: Shakira, Uma Thurman, Ursula Andress, Priyanka Chopra, Billie Eilish, Cate Blanchett

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⁕ 9TH HOUSE: Exotic and ethereal beings that will seduce you with their spirituality and higher knowledge. They like to present themselves as gods/goddesses (put on that white shapeless drape and make it looks expensive and like they've been living in it for ages *sexy wise*🔮). They'll make you fall for their trap by triggering your mind and sense of self, trip you by making you believe there's something greater than you, let you believe they are IT. They'll use their personal philosophies to brainwash you. Could seduce you by challenging/changing your faith/religion. Their foreign appeal attracts people in, and with that contagious laugh...you won't feel any symptoms, instead it'll feel like you're being transported to the Temple of the Gods, enjoying your wine, letting yourself be cradled in the arms of Bacchus. Enjoy the voyage of the mind, but not by too much or you'll never find your way back home...

⁕ 💥 HOW TO MAKE THEM FAIL THEIR PLAN: Show them you can't see what they want you to see. Make them doubt their blind faith by picking up details they've forgot about, important details that would break the higher purpose and sense of their plan. If you give them even a little existential crisis, they'll feel lost and will follow you to have a little bit of certainty to bear the huge uncertainty.

⁕ Celebrities examples of Sirene in 9H: Sharon Stone, Elle Fanning, Gina Lollobrigida

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⁕ 10TH HOUSE: Bosses of sensuality. Their intensely demanding and confident aura traps everyone in making them wanting to crawl at these natives feet to receive just a pinch of their attention. They take responsibility, they inspire everyone around them with their work ethic and their serious approach. No mistakes allowed, they're the epitome of a perfectly stable and successful individual. Bearer of way too much attention, they try to focus on their path, and this only drives people crazier. They're not particularly flirty natives, but their availability to others makes them irresistible beings people feel entitled to project their insecurities onto. In case of highly sexual beings, people with this placement could seduce you at work, or by showing their work and how good they are at it.

⁕ 💥 HOW TO MAKE THEM FAIL THEIR PLAN: Show them how to embrace their emotional side. They only open the doors to hear other's problems, forgetting they have emotions that scream the needs to be expressed too . They're always cold and composed to mantain their public persona, feeding the weight of that outer burden with mature temper, forgetting their inner joyful child.

⁕ Celebrities examples of Sirene 10H: Monica Bellucci, Sophia Loren, Dakota Johnson, Winona Ryder

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⁕ 11TH HOUSE: Driiiiing!...Hello?... *speaks in native alien language*...yeah, i didn't understand either. What's on these natives minds? Their unpredictable actions catch everyone off guard. But then they get on your mind and you wonder why. I told you, they called it. They have so many connections they'd get to you in 0.0001 seconds, yeah, 3H natives are fast, but these natives's brain technology is faster. They strike alone, anonimously, and ironically they take the hard and impossible route even when they could easily use their crowd of submissive sheeps. But they're the black sheep, like Batman, they don't fit in, Bruce Wayne is just another insignificant rock in the pile of the universe. But Batman, he can make a difference, he's dark, he's hot and he won't listen to your boss. Their rebellious aura is irresistible. But i know more, so take my call: 🎵 <Hello from the other siiiiiiide... ⬇

⁕ 💥 HOW TO MAKE THEM FAIL THEIR PLAN: ... at least i can say that i've trieeed>🎵 . No but seriously, these natives aren't so easy to get. They don't care about the fact they're seducing people most of the times, they let them be and focus on the bigger reason on why they're doing the stuff they do. You'll have to remind them they're a special person in their normal boring everyday clothes too. Bruce Wayne isn't just a simple sheep in the crowd, he is a phenomenal individual that can have as much power as Batman. Tell them they need to live for themselves, not for others.

⁕ Celebrities examples of Sirene 11H: Scarlett Johansson, Penelope Cruz, Nicole Kidman, Meryl Streep, Brigitte Bardot

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⁕ 12TH HOUSE: If dreams could kill, then you'd meet a Sirene in 12H. They're the enigma, the fantasy everyone want to get lost into. They understand life can be boring and monotonous, and people are so stressed out by It that they seduce their prey offering them a ticket to the Land of wonders. But their prey doesn't know that this ticket has a hidden price, much like in Squid Game, the premise of the game is too good to be true. Lies, unknown truths, a harsher reality these people will soon face if they ever wake up after falling in their trap. Sirene in 12H natives could play with their prey abusing substances on them, making them drinking way too much to the point of not realizing who they are anymore. They make you wander in your confusion. Most of their preys will come back or even never leave that deadly sweet arena because the thrill feels heavenly and once you see you can't forget.

⁕ 💥 HOW TO MAKE THEM FAIL THEIR PLAN: Show them reality is not that bad. Beauty is found in the mundane, because life is meaningful but only if you make it so. Choices are important and can forge one's path, and by not making choices you inevitably set youself up for failure and delusions. Dreams don't last forever and are not sustainable to have in the long run, besides, the most vivid dreams you remember are often your worst nightmares.

⁕ Celebrities examples of Sirene 12H: Aishwarya Rai, Megan Fox, Ingrid Bergman, Charlize Theron, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Kate Winslet

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Wish you a fantastic day!

(like the one the mermaids from Neverland are having ⬇)

Yours,

Linnie 🦋

[jeannefostergoriot]

I’m immune to your power.

Tho, in that seconds, he did have flashbacks, and he also remembered all the times he told Jolie to run away from him, and hated the fact he couldn’t scream it this time

And when Brant opened the same flame that killed Jolie? Did he see her reflection in the face of her sister, writhing in pain?

[mischievousmoony]

i was writing the next part to a certain fic but now all i can think about is various atj characters spitting in my mouth sorry

[roach-kinnie]

canon barricade boys as they’re introduced

honestly reading this part of the brick is basically reading a list of headcannons off tumblr but i digress

Enjolras

…a charming young man who was capable of being a terror.

- essentially both a nerd and a jock

- very very pretty

- cares about justice, not women

- his speech can be harsh and intense

Combeferre

He was learned and a purist, precise, eclectic, hard-thinking, and at the same time imaginative ‘to the point of fantasy’, his friends said.

- very close with Enjolras, and really balances his out

- believes that education is really important in society

- gentle, and while he could fight would rather not

Jehan

Jean Prouvaire was a lover; he cherished a pot of flowers, played the flute, wrote verses, loved the people…

- learned Italian, Latin, Greek, and Hebrew to be able to read poetry

- likes to walk through meadows of wild flowers

- he likes to contemplate social issues and the immensity of the heavens

- kind in a way that kindness is like greatness

- an only child

- awkward and shy and fearless

Feuilly

There is no more powerful eloquence than that of indignation based on true conviction, and his was the power that he possessed.

- makes fans

- an orphan - he likes to say that his country took the place of his mother

- he taught himself how to read and write

- affectionate and warm hearted

- is really passionate about issues beyond France (greece, poland, hungary, etc)

Courfeyrac

He possessed that youthful ardour that may be termed the infernal beauty of the spirit.

- ditched the de part of de Courfeyrac because it was too bougie and he wanted to be like lafayette

- he’s essentially the heart of the revolution

- he’s “decent” (victor hugo did him dirty here)

Bahorel

He was a born agitator: that is to say, he enjoyed nothing more than a quarel except a rebellion, and nothing more than a rebellion except a revolution.

- wears crimson waistcoats

- connected the ABC to other groups

- his motto is “no lawyers”, he would literally button up his coat every time he walked by the law school to avoid ‘contamination’

- he has no regular habits but likes to stroll through paris and go to different cafes

Bossuet

Bossuet was a cheerful but unlucky young man, notable for the fact that he succeeded in nothing. On the other hand, he laughed at everything.

- so very bald

- he’s poor, as in basically always broke but still finds a way to squander money when he can

- merry and cheerful and good humoured

- studying law

- couch surfs, but mostly lives with Joly

- bald

Joly

For the rest, he was the gayest of them all.

- med student

- disabled and uses a cane

- jolly and eccentric

Grantaire

Grantaire was a young man who made a point of believing in nothing.

- goes by R because of grand R (aka capital R because he’s such a nerd)

- knows where all the best alcohol is

- so fucking ugly

- a boxer, gymnast and dancer

- completely and utterly in love with Enjolras

[myfairkatiecat]

I wrote a song from the perspective of Jolie Ruewen

You guys voted for a song to Brant after her death, so here it is! I’ve been looking for an excuse to use this chord progression (which is ironic, cause I actually messed up the piano on the last chorus in this recording). Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! Thank you all for your support!

Lyrics under the cut:

I knew I was playing with fire

I shouldn’t be shocked I got burned

I understood you when no one else did

And I know my love was returned

I know I felt dangerously guilty

I should have known you were acting strange

The world wasn’t kind to you, it wasn’t fair

But I can’t forgive how you’ve changed

I still see our shadows on the walls

Of every place we’ve been

And I still hear the sweet, sweet words

That flowed to me from your pen

But our end was the beginning

Of something I can’t ignore

The scars are not the reason

I don’t recognize you anymore

She is one way that I haunt you

I know you see me on her face 

I hope that you also see all that I stood for

And think of the past you’ve erased

I still see our shadows on the walls

Of every place we’ve been

And I still hear the sweet, sweet words

That flowed to me from your pen

But our end was the beginning

Of something I can’t ignore

The scars are not the reason

I don’t recognize you anymore

I hope you never forget me

Cause I know that you’ll always care

I hope you imagine what I’d say to you

Doing all these things if I was there

I’d say I still see our shadows on the walls

Of every place we’ve been

And I still hear the sweet, sweet words

That flowed to me from your pen

But our end was the beginning

Of something I can’t ignore

The scars are not the reason

I don’t recognize you anymore

[martieshub]

Whoever said navigating a divorce was easy, clearly didn't marry their best friend. As was the case with her and Aaron, it was difficult to separate the times they were together with the times they were individuals just living life at the same time. She resisted the urge to put her hand up to her chest and feel the band, knowing if she did he'd start asking questions she wasn't really ready to answer.

It felt soul crushing when she had to let go of his family. She felt like there was nothing for her there if Aaron had let go first. It would feel weird to have a relationship with them even though they weren't together anymore. So, she only nodded her head knowing that they were tight knit.

A humorless scoff escaped her as she knew he was right but she'd jump off that bridge when she got there. Would keeping up the illusion be better than not having the real thing? She was about to find out. "Thank you Aaron. I promise that I won't ask you for another favor this big ever." As soon as they were official without ties anymore she'd be out of his life for good. The job in Seattle was looking pretty good right now but again she'd cross that bridge and tell him later. "Wednesday, which I know is short notice but it gives time to rest up before we have to people. Is that good with you? Seven is fine. I'll pack up some dinner leftovers for us. " Traveling together was about to get real interesting.

He didn't mean to make an insensitive comment to remind them of their current situation. Aaron just wasn't in the mood for nostalgia, not when he was trying so hard to follow through with this divorce. He wasn't moving on, but he put on his best face and cut all ties. As of two weeks ago, he no longer wore his wedding band, truly solidifying his commitment to let her go.

Aaron wasn't sure he believed what she was saying, but he didn't want to push it further. He understood that talking to parents wasn't easy. His parents did not react very well to the news. After two hours of conversation, and them offering up possible solutions, they finally conceded that divorce was their best option. Although, Aaron never did give them the whole story of what led to this. So, to a certain extent, he understood her hesitation to talk to her family. ❛True, my family is stuck together like glue.❜

The remarks between them flowed so easily that he could almost ignore the dull pain that came with. Delayed pain. A small smile mirrored hers, ❛hm pie is a strong motivator.❜ He just failed to comment on the second part, losing him. They were way past that point, it felt cruel to point it out again. Her words were one hit after the other. Losing him, then not asking forever. It was enough to stun him, especially knowing that she never had to ask for forever. That had already been hers. ❛I'm not in a rush for you to tell them. I just think it should happen at some point, for your sake and theirs. You wouldn't want them dragging up the past, just because they have no clue what's going on.❜ The mention of her mom brought another pang of guilt, Aaron understood the hesitation to hurt that sweet lady. The one who quickly took him under her wing, accepted him into their family. ❛I know, I'm not eager to hurt her either. It's not that it'll be hard, I just don't think it's good for us, but I'll help you.❜ The reluctance was evident, however. ❛Just this weekend, alright? When were you planning to head over, and what time should I pick you up?❜ They couldn't show up separately, now could they?

[oacest]

sister lover which is also his entire existence. it's like ok. ok. noel.

you wrote sister lover.

what about it? you clearly think incest is funny and edgy. you keep making incest jokes. you were obviously just messing around.

and kissing your brother. which is fine it was the nineties. Angelina Jolie carried around a vial of her brother's blood in the nineties. people were just doing rock shock celeb culture stuff. coke didn't have fentanyl in it yet.

oh you have consistently and publicly said you wish your brother had been your sister for like thirty years. while estranged you continue to say this. to the press?

you have. never forgiven him for not being a girl. ok.

well you are a known shit talker. you don't believe half the things you say when you say them and a solid 30% you stop believing within five minutes of saying them. I should remember this. and you love a bit! and to repeat yourself.

oh so we're reworking sister lover now? in your new solo material.

there is a direct link between sister lover and lock all the doors.

SHE WORE A STAR SHAPED TAMBOURINE

c'mon buddy who is this for? what are you doing here? to what end are you doing this.

ohhhh I see I was confused because my uterus was wandering up to my brain and making me hallucinate.

much like your brother's? huh.

well ok! hope you're having fun with all this. everyone needs hobby. I liked dead to the world btw that was a cute song. nice job on that one.

i have nothing at all to add to this you're so right