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ღ Venus/Moon overlaying 4H

The familiar placement.

When ones Venus/Moon overlays your 4H there is a mutual level of comfortability between the two. Either partner in the relationship (or both) felt a strong almost familial connection to the other. This doesn’t mean you necessarily see each other as family but rather you both enjoy the others presence due to the fact there’s no need to hide your true selves, knowing you won’t be judged.

When I see this overlay between two people, I just know that there is an unbreakable bond, one that no one else can necessarily understand unless they were you. Whether the relationship between the person you share this overlay with is a positive one or not, this placement definitely can tell me that it’s hard to not see this person in your life, it’s hard to imagine a life without them, or that it’s hard to forget them after everything. The bond two individuals with this overlay have is remarkable. Both in good and bad, there is always a need to just have them there in your life. They’re the person that you can come back home to, the person you can call after several weeks of not being in contact, and nothing changes. No matter how far away these individuals may be from each other, or how many years it’s been, there is always some tie held between them, and when they reunite it feels as though everything has fallen back into place.

This connection can be traumatic for some, and even in those cases, you will always find yourself looking back to the moments you shared with them simply because of how much of an impact they had on you as an individual. You cant imagine how life would be without them storming into your life, because that reality doesn’t exist. They’re presence is familiar to you, you don’t have to act or be someone else, you can be your authentic self without question, and because of that comfortability, you will always find yourself being drawn back.

ღMars/Jupiter overlaying 3H/9H

Dual pursuit for academic/spiritual enlightenment

Mars overlaying the 3H can go 1 of two ways. The mars person may be attracted to the 3H person due to the 3H person's intellect, the way they communicate, their opinions and ideas etc. The Mars person may even feel energised by the way the 3H person expressed their thoughts and beliefs. Mars could believe they are extremely articulate and eloquent in the way they speak and or write but in such a way that is passionate and adrenaline-inducing for them. The 3H person here could find inspiration through the Mars person, especially if it comes to creative works (writing, art, poems, music singing etc), if not creatively then the Mars person could make the 3H individual feel more energised to get work done and to be as driven towards their goals as the ambitious mars individual. The second way this could go could actually be more of a competitive dynamic. I’ve noticed a lot of siblings have this overlay, as well as those who academically compete with their friend. This overlay definitely brings the raw competitive nature of our psyche out, and so these two individuals could get involved in heated arguments, debates often times their differing opinions and personal stances being the root and cause. The Mars person here could instead of inspiring, incite negative feelings from the 3H individual, as the 3rd houser could feel attacked by the Martian. Even if it’s not the Mars persons intention they may come off a bit too passionate for the 3rd house. The Martian could think that the 3rd houser is too all over the place and possibly too open-minded. The Mars person could view the 3rd house individual as a person with no backbone, no solidified opinions or stances (this could be especially true if it’s regarding religion of politics). This obviously could create tension in the relationship as the fierce Mars is loyal and knows where they stand in their opinions and beliefs whilst the 3H likes to wait for more lingering information to come to light.

Jupiter overlaying an individuals 9H illustrates a relationship focused on mutual growth, shared experience and understanding. Jupiter is at home in the 9th house as it’s co ruled by Sagittarius and Pisces, this allows for individuals to have a more easier connection when it comes to understanding deeper topics such as spirituality, philosophy, religion. This overlay allows for two individuals to explore and understand more difficult topics together. Most importantly it’s a placement that shows mutual learning and pursuit for experience therefore asking questions is met with acceptance regardless if the topic or question is absurd. The 9th house individual could be attracted to the optimism and faith held so strongly by the Jupiter person. This optimism is very much welcomed by the 9th house individual and can even help them when in times of doubt for pursuing something that may seem grandiose. Jupiter IS grandiose and they admire the vision or works of the 9th house individual and want to be apart of it. This pairing has the potential to work very well together in academic settings, religious or political settings. This is due to the patience and acceptance held by both parties as well as the insatiable hunger for wisdom in pursuit of truth.

ღNorth Node overlaying 12th house/8th house/4th house (water houses)

North Node overlaying any one of the water houses holds a deep profound sense of emotional connection and possible past karmic ties.

North node overlaying the 12th house indicates a mutual belief that both people feel spiritually connected to the other. This is something I've noticed in synastry and composite charts amongst best friends and lovers alike. Even if separated and no longer together, both individuals may still yearn for the same connection that somewhat felt fated, beyond our world's understanding. This connection definitely is giving platonic/romantic soulmates. On the downside, both individuals could be keeping secrets from the other, particularly the 12th house person and this can lead to a lot of miscommunication and lies. Even if the 12th house person doesn't mean it there could be this mutual understanding that the other just knows what they're feeling, however of course this doesn't play out that way all the time and can lead to strong pent-up feelings (most of the time negative) if not communicated healthily. This pair can often dream about the other and even connect in the dream realm, further pushing the belief that their connection is out of this world. I've also noticed at the beginning of the connection of this pair that there is somewhat of an addictive pull or obsessive tendency to hang out together all the time, but once this honeymoon phase ends it settles into something comfortable where now you don't have to be together all the time. There is a magnet pull here and even if you don't come into contact again (likely you both do) there is this sense of yearning for the other, even if the connection is unstable or toxic. With South Node overlaying the 6th house in a past connection/past life connection, both could have definitely been coworkers, or even a duo working hard to give their services for the benefit of others. The 6H-NN synastry shows mutual hardship and understanding for operating in a similar line of work. Both may have had to give themselves up for a greater cause and not focus much on their connection. Of course, they are bonded by mutual respect and compassion for what both work for/deal with. However, they are pushed now/this current life to focus more on themselves and their connection. As in the past/previous life,e much of their time was spent giving to others, now however they are able to learn to give back to themselves. This moves away from the service-oriented 6H to the isolated 12H. Both past and current have themes surrounding healing, just in different ways.

North Node overlaying the 8th house is still just as deep as the other houses but with less focus on the spiritual otherworldly connection. This is a synastry involving possible codependence and ties to finances depending on the other. In some cases, I've noticed one individual in this pair tends to lend their material items (whether it be money, clothes, food etc) to the other, and negative is not reciprocated. However, I've also seen where shared resources are reciprocated but I've seen this in healthier dynamics. In this connection the 8th house person may also confide a lot in the North Node individual, the NN being somewhat of a therapist lol. However, I've noticed the NN individual does not mind being vented to or helping the 8H person with their troubles and or trauma as it allows them to better understand the 8H individual and deepen the connection. NN individuals may want to learn everything they can about the 8H person. Both individuals may feel they just understand each other and don't feel the need to justify their actions. The 8H individual may have troubles with intimacy physically and or emotionally. They might struggle with opening up to others and letting their guard down. The NN individual may be one of the first to break down these barriers or allow the 8H person to heal through them. The North Node person however may be inclined to some kind of awakening (spiritual, psychological, physical etc), they are likely to be inspired by the 8H person's depth and life experience that they themselves transform and shift. With South Node in the 2nd house, much more of the financial dependence comes into play in the past/past life, themes surrounding taking the other's resources and depending on the other heavily show up. In a past connection, the 2nd house individual felt their confidence is somewhat dependent on the SN individual opinions/ideas, their self-esteem may have needed to be validated by the SN individual and this could have pressured the SN person to feel as though they're responsible for 2H individual's confidence. Both may have been deeply connected through shared values and morals, this factor being integral to their connection. With this in mind (SN-Past), they are now ready to move on and explore the depths of connection (8H) and away from the already established morals and material pursuit (2H).

North Node overlaying the 4H is somewhat similar to the Venus/moon overlaying the 4H in my opinion. This connection doesn't necessarily have to be a familial connection however that trust and bond that occurs with those you have familial connections to comes naturally with these two individuals. This is an overlay where both individuals feel very safe, especially the 4th house individual. They may feel unjudged, cared for, and nurtured by the NN individual. The house person could feel they have found a home with the other individual, however, this sentiment can go both ways. NN could remind the 4H individual of their own mother, or the mother they would've wanted. Even if it's not reminiscent of motherly love there is nurturing energy the NN exudes that allows for the 4H person to rest and feel at ease. With the South node in the 10th house, in childhood/past life, the 10H person could've been a mentor, a parent, or even a close colleague who gained a lot of respect and admiration from the SN individual. Upon first meeting, both individuals could view each other naturally on an equal level playing field, based on respect for the other.

ღAll my notes are personal observations and thoughts. I am not a professional astrologer and like to have a sense of whimsy in my life by looking at peoples charts, thankyou.

Went on a tangent during the NN/SN dynamics myb yall forgive me 🙏. Finally freed of the shackles high school had held me in. Free to do wtv now I'm back (still will post irregularly lol)

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PRINCE!ANAKIN HEADCANONS 👑

TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're sensitive to that or don't feel comfortable with it, please do not read it for your own safety and comfort.

Prince!Anakin who was a ruthless, meticulous, arrogant.. yet somehow with a heart. For others he was simple a wise and intellectual future king

Prince!Anakin whose marriage between him and you was arranged to solidify an alliance between your two kingdoms, a necessity driven by political and military pressures. Anakin, now King after the recent death of his father, was resistant to the idea of marriage, especially one born out of duty rather than love. He had always been wary of love, having seen the toll it took on those around him, particularly his own family.

Prince!Anakin who refused to consumate your marriage at the beginning

Prince!Anakin who, at the beginning, highlighted the true reason of your marriage and put you in the other part of the castle so you two wouldn't see each other

Prince!Anakin who is known as a formidable and stern ruler, deeply dedicated to his kingdom. He built emotional walls around his heart, vowing never to let anyone close enough to hurt him. When you first arrived at court, he treated you with cold politeness, making it clear that this marriage was a political arrangement, not a romantic one. And yet, in contrast, you entered the marriage with hope, a believer in fairytales and the possibility of finding love even in an arranged union. Despite Anakin's cold demeanor, you remained kind and patient, trying to find small ways to connect with him (but after his countless cold responds you grew yourself impatient and sharp in tongue, although he was your king, so..being nice had to be in place..at least in public)

Prince!Anakin who, over time, began to notice your unwavering optimism and the light you brought into his otherwise pragmatic and calculated life. He admired your strength and the way you handled court politics with grace, but he kept his distance emotionally, afraid of what letting you in would mean.

Prince!Anakin who felt somehow attracted to you, even if he didn't plan this marriage, he didn't want to be married to you, yet there was just something about you he found unique, alluring and he couldn't help but be drawn to your presence (which was very frustrating and weird for him)

Prince!Anakin who whenever you asked for something he always came up with 'ask for anything and it'll be given to you. Even the half of my kingdom' thing

Prince!Anakin who, after your relentless asking, took you hunting;

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, are you sure this is an appropriate place for the queen?" one of the men spoke, clearly uneasy.

Anakin shot him an irritated glare, his patience wearing thin. He was acutely aware that the hunting grounds weren't exactly the safest place for the queen, especially given her delicate condition. But there was little he could do about it now. He’d much rather have her safely ensconced in the palace, yet the situation demanded otherwise.

His frustration mounted as more and more people questioned his decisions. He knew what he was doing; he didn’t need anyone else second-guessing him.

"Are you questioning my decision?" he snapped, turning his horse to face the man directly. The intensity in his eyes made it clear he wasn't in the mood for dissent.

The man visibly flinched, his face paling. "I—I’m merely pointing out that, perhaps, hunting isn't a... lady-like activity for the queen," he stuttered, his voice wavering. The courtiers around them shifted uncomfortably, their gazes dropping.

Anakin's hands tightened into fists around the reins of his horse. The growing annoyance was palpable in his stance. He had been patient long enough, but this was the last straw.

"Who's the king here, me or you?" he growled, his voice low and dangerously firm. His eyes narrowed, the simmering anger barely contained. He understood the risks; it was precisely why he hadn't wanted her to join. But her presence here was a necessity, and he wouldn’t tolerate any more questioning of his authority.

Anakin watched with growing concern as you struggled to ride your horse. Despite his efforts to focus on the path ahead, his gaze kept drifting to you. He saw your difficulty and felt a deep, instinctive urge to help you, to lift you onto his own horse and spare you this struggle. His grip on the reins tightened as he forced himself to look away.

"Stop that horse; you’re going to hurt yourself," he muttered, bringing his horse to a halt.

You wrestled with the reins, your legs trembling as you finally managed to bring the horse to a stop. Breathing heavily, you glanced over at him.

Anakin's eyes scanned over you with concern. You were clearly struggling, sweat glistening on your skin, the gorset clinging uncomfortably. Despite your evident distress, you still looked captivating, and it was driving him to distraction.

"Can you get down yourself, or do you need help?" he asked, his voice firm but laced with concern.

"I think I can manage," you mumbled, attempting to dismount. You nearly stumbled as you got down, and Anakin's brow furrowed, expecting you to fall. To his relief, you managed to stay upright, though he couldn't hide his frustration.

He shook his head and approached, knowing it was too risky to let you continue riding alone. Your struggle was wearing him thin, and he couldn’t bear the thought of you getting hurt.

"You can’t even get off a horse without almost falling," he said with a scoff.

You shot him a defiant glare, walking over to him "Not all of us are as skilled at riding as you are, Your Highness," you retorted with a touch of sarcasm, your voice dripping with mockery.

He helped you onto his horse, his hands steady as he guided you into the saddle. As you settled in, your hip brushed against his, sending a jolt through both of you. Your heart raced, and you had to look away, struggling to steady your breath.

The accidental touch ignited a fierce longing in Anakin. He let out a small, strained laugh, trying to remain composed. He positioned himself before you, his body pressing against your back as he mounted the horse behind you.

"Take the horse back to the castle," he instructed, his voice low and firm.

As he took the reins, his presence pressed against you, the tension between you palpable. Every movement seemed to heighten the charged atmosphere, and both of you were acutely aware of the closeness.

Your hands tightened around his waist, your body pressed firmly against his back. The sweet vanilla scent of yours filled his senses, and he could feel the warmth of your curves against him "Hold tight. This won’t be a slow ride," he said, his voice rough and low.

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You gasped as he urged the horse into a faster pace. "I thought we were going hunting?" your breath warm against his ear.

The closeness of your voice managed to sent a shiver down his spine. Yet, he pushed those distracting thoughts aside and focused on guiding the horse through the hunting grounds.

"It’ll take a while to reach the animals," he replied curtly, the horse’s speed increasing.

"Slow down for—"

He smirked when he felt your grip tighten around his waist. Your face was buried against him, and he could almost feel your fear. It was both thrilling and maddening, and he could hardly ignore how much he enjoyed your closeness.

"Stop whining," he said, amusement lacing his voice.

Your fingers this time dug into his skin with your voice tinged with panic. "I’m not whining!" you protested, your breath hitching as the horse made another sharp turn.

He felt your fingers leaving an imprint on his muscles. The sensation only heightened his awareness of how tightly they were pressed together. He found himself wishing she would hold on even tighter.

"You’re going to leave marks on my stomach with your fingers," he said in a low, almost teasing tone, not easing the horse’s pace.

With a scoff, you dug your fingernails in a little deeper. "Good. Maybe it’ll teach you to slow down a bit."

As you arrived at the wooden hunting cabin nestled in the forest, Anakin led the way inside, with you following closely. The two courtiers stayed outside, leaving you alone.

"Do you know how to use a bow?" Anakin asked, his gaze fixed on a collection of hunting gear.

"Yes, my father taught me," you mumbled, your attention drawn to the array of stuffed animals lining the walls.

Anakin moved to the shelves, picking up various pieces of hunting equipment. He tried to stay focused, but he couldn't ignore the way your beautiful, the prettiest he had ever seen eyes wandered around the rustic cabin, intrigued by its contents. In some way, he wanted his gaze on him, only on him

"So, I assume you're quite skilled with the bow?"

"The last time I held a bow was ten years ago. We'll see," your tone light but confident.

He walked over to you, extending the bow toward you. His gaze lingered on you, noting how your hair was tousled from the wind and those eyes sparkled with curiosity. As he held out the bow, your hands brushed lightly, sending a subtle jolt through him.

"Let’s see if you haven’t forgotten how to shoot," he said, his voice carrying a playful edge.

you couldn't help but roll your eyes with your lips curling into a teasing smile. "Careful, Your Highness. I might mistake you for a doe."

Anakin’s brow arched in amusement. Your sarcasm was endearing, and he had to suppress a smirk at the thought of you aiming a bow at him. He moved a little closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Would you shoot me in the heart, my little doe?"

"Absolutely, I would."

A slow, teasing smirk spread across his lips at your response. The intensity in your voice stirred something primal within him. He found himself torn between wanting to silence you with a kiss and reveling in your boldness.

"Or would you aim right between the eyes?" he challenged, his tone a mix of amusement and desire.

"I’d not dream of anything better, Your Highness," you whispered with venom "i’d watch as crimson red liquid overwhelms your face while you beg for mercy, choking on your own blood."

Anakin shivered at your words, the mix of irritation and arousal making his control slip. You were infuriatingly charming, and your fierce spirit only made you more tempting. Yet, he wanted to shut you up, but he was equally captivated by your daring. His expression hardened a little due to your boldness

"You’re a little minx, you know that?"

"Oh, Your Highness," you replied with mock sweetness, "I’m your worst nightmare," and with a final glare, you turned and walked away, leaving him in the cabin.

Prince!Anakin who, one night, after a particularly stressful day dealing with court matters, found you in the royal gardens, talking softly to a group of children about a fairytale. Something about the way you spoke, the softness in your voice, and the way the children adored you, made him pause. For the first time, he truly saw you—not just as his queen, but as a woman who brought warmth and light into a cold, stone palace.

Prince!Anakin who slowly began to fall in love with you without even realizing it. He found himself seeking your counsel on matters of state, not just because you were his queen, but because he valued your opinion. Your presence became a comfort to him, a constant in his life that he didn’t want to lose. Yet, he struggled with these feelings, as they contradicted his vow to never love.

Prince!Anakin who, in time, began searching for your presence in every place, your voice in every conversation, your eyes in every crowd

Prince!Anakin who sometimes appeared in your chambers at night;

"Leave us," Anakin commanded, his voice firm, though laced with an undercurrent of urgency.

The maids exchanged quick glances but obeyed, slipping out of the room and leaving them alone in the softly lit quarters. Her room was a sanctuary, filled with warmth and quiet elegance, but the atmosphere now was thick with unspoken emotions and the heat of longing.

The moment the door clicked shut, he moved with a sudden, desperate urgency, closing the distance between them. His lips crashed against hers, the kiss searing with the force of everything he’d been holding back.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you both tumbled onto the bed, his weight pressing into you. "Your Highness—why the rush?" you teased, breathless and amused, though your heart pounded in sync with his.

He didn’t respond with words; instead, his lips trailed down your neck, each kiss more fervent than the last. The feel of your skin under his mouth was intoxicating, each soft gasp from you spurring him on. He had held back for so long, but now, he was overwhelmed by his need for you, by the depth of his desire. It was as if all the weeks and months of pent-up emotions had broken free, and he was helpless to resist.

"Can’t wait," he murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with a raw hunger that sent shivers down your spine. His hands moved to pin you beneath him, his grip firm yet reverent, as though he was afraid you might slip away if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

He looked into your eyes, his gaze dark and filled with an intensity that took your breath away. The world outside this room ceased to exist; all that mattered was the heat between you, the undeniable pull that had finally won out over duty and decorum.

"Neither can I," you whispered back, your hands sliding up his arms, feeling the taut muscles beneath his clothing as he leaned in, capturing your lips once more.

"Doe, what are you doing?" he murmured, his morning voice raspy and thick with sleep.

"You're in my bed and already reading papers," you mumbled, pressing soft, lingering kisses to his shoulder

A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he felt your lips on him. Your touch was one of his favorite things, a soothing balm against the constant demands of his royal duties. But then, reality intruded, and a sigh escaped his lips, the weight of his responsibilities settling back onto his shoulders.

"I have meetings all morning," he said, his tone carrying a hint of frustration, the thought of leaving you so soon already souring his mood.

"Just show up a little later," you whispered against his ear, her voice a playful challenge. "Aren't you the king?"

His eyes fluttering shut as he savored the feeling of your breath on his neck. The temptation to stay was overwhelming. All he wanted was to remain here, wrapped in your warmth, to forget the world outside. But the demands of the crown were relentless, and he knew he couldn’t shirk his duties, no matter how much he wanted to.

"Wish I could stay here with you all morning," he mumbled with a sigh, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your arm. His voice held a slight edge of grumpiness, the conflict between his desires and his obligations clear.

"We can make it quick," you whispered into his ear

He could practically hear the smirk in your voice, and he knew you had him exactly where you wanted. He was already running late, but with your body pressed so temptingly against his, all thoughts of duty and meetings started to fade.

In one swift motion, he turned, pinning you beneath him on the bed "How quick?" he asked, his voice a husky growl

"Ten minutes?" you grinned

He scoffed, a smirk curving his lips as he leaned in closer, his body pressing you deeper into the mattress, trapping you between his strong arms. You were a temptress, and he knew you could very well be his undoing, but right now, he didn’t care.

"Ten minutes?" he repeated, his hands sliding further up your thighs, fingers brushing against your heated skin. "Now you're just underestimating me," he murmured before capturing your lips with his, sealing his surrender.

Prince!Anakin who moved you back to his bedroom, with no care if in other places the queen has her own bed to sleep in

Prince!Anakin who had his own moment when he realized just how much he cared for you—perhaps during a crisis when you were in danger, and he found himself terrified at the thought of losing you;

Anakin sat in his dimly lit office, his mind consumed by the latest stack of documents that required his attention. The weight of ruling often bore down on him, but he carried it with the strength and resilience expected of a king. Yet, as he heard the soft but urgent footsteps approaching from behind, he felt a strange unease settle in his chest. He looked up, finding his old counselor standing before him, a grim expression etched across his face.

"What is it this time?" Anakin asked, his tone impatient as he set the papers aside.

The counselor hesitated for a moment before speaking, "It’s the queen, your highness..."

Anakin’s eyes narrowed instantly, his heart skipping a beat. The mention of you, his queen, brought an immediate sense of dread. His voice turned sharp, almost cutting. "What about her?"

The counselor’s face paled, his voice almost trembling as he replied, "Her condition has worsened."

Anakin shot up from his chair, the fear and panic he had buried deep within now clawing its way to the surface. His mind raced with possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. He fixed his counselor with an intense gaze, the demand in his voice barely masked by his rising desperation. "What do you mean ‘worsened’? What has happened?"

"She’s been battling a high fever for the past two days," one of the maids interjected softly, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "Her wounds... they’re not healing as they should. Her condition is deteriorating, your highness."

Without another word, Anakin stormed out of his office, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He moved with a speed fueled by fear, every step echoing the growing terror that he might lose you. When he reached your chambers, he pushed open the door with a force that sent a gust of air rushing into the room.

There you lay, on the grand bed that now seemed to dwarf your frail figure. Your skin was pale, marred by the angry red wounds that refused to heal, and your breaths were shallow, labored. Every whimper, every groan that escaped your lips felt like a dagger to his heart.

Anakin crossed the room in swift strides, his hand immediately finding its place on your fevered cheek. The heat of your skin burned against his fingers, and the sight of you in such agony nearly brought him to his knees. The fierce king, known for his strength and resolve, felt utterly powerless in the face of your suffering.

"Leave us," he commanded, his voice laced with authority, though his eyes never left you.

"Your highness, but—" one of the maids began to protest.

"I said leave us!" he repeated, his tone brooking no argument. The maids exchanged uneasy glances before hurriedly leaving the room, closing the door behind them.

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by your shallow breaths and the occasional soft moan of pain. Anakin sat down on the edge of the bed, his heart breaking as he took in your weakened state. You looked so fragile, yet even in your pain, there was a beauty about you that took his breath away.

"It’s so painful..." you whispered, your voice hoarse, barely audible.

Anakin felt his chest tighten, a deep sense of guilt and helplessness washing over him. He gently stroked your fevered face, his thumb tracing the contours of your cheek. "I know, my love," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I’m so sorry... I wish I could take this pain away from you."

He carefully pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest as if his embrace could shield you from the torment ravaging your body. He held you close, feeling the intense heat radiating from your fevered skin, the trembling of your weakened frame. It was as if holding you tighter could somehow anchor you to him, keep you from slipping away.

"Shh, I’ve got you," he whispered into your ear, his voice a soothing balm against the storm of pain that wracked your body. He gently caressed your hair, his touch tender and full of the love he struggled to express in words.

With a wet cloth in hand, Anakin carefully dabbed it against your wounds, the coolness providing a fleeting relief. He moved with a delicate precision, his fingers trembling slightly as he worked. The sight of your suffering was unbearable, yet he forced himself to remain calm, to be strong for you.

"I’m here," he whispered, his voice breaking slightly as he pressed the cloth against your fevered skin.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering as he closed his eyes, silently praying for your recovery. Anakin, the king who had faced countless battles, was now facing his greatest fear—losing you, the one person who had made his life worth living.

And in that moment, he would have given anything, sacrificed anything, to see you smile again.

You closed your eyes, your voice small and strained as you spoke. "You shouldn’t look at me... I’m revolting."

"Revolting?" The word was almost laughable to him. Even now, when you were so weakened by illness, you were still the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. "You’re not revolting. You’re beautiful. You’re always beautiful," he said with a quiet intensity, his fingers brushing tenderly against your cheek.

"Have you seen my arms?" you asked, your voice tinged with bitterness.

He glanced down at your arms, at the wounds that marred your once flawless skin. The sight of them filled him with a deep sorrow, but it didn’t change the way he felt. "Yes," he replied, his tone unwavering. His fingers gently traced the inflamed skin, his touch feather-light as if afraid to cause you more pain.

You flinched slightly, the tenderness of your wounds evident. "Does this look beautiful to you?" you muttered, disbelief coloring your words.

Anakin let out a soft, almost incredulous scoff. How could you not see what he saw? Even with the pain and the sickness, you were still the woman who had stolen his heart, the woman who made him believe in something beyond duty and power. "Yes, it does. You’re beautiful, no matter what. Sick, wounded, healthy—it doesn’t matter. I will always see you as the most beautiful woman in the world," he declared, his voice firm, eyes burning with sincerity.

He saw the doubt flicker in your eyes, and it pained him deeply. How could you be so blind to your own beauty? To the strength and grace that still radiated from you, even now?

He leaned closer, his fingers drifting down to trace the delicate line of your collarbone, his touch reverent, almost worshipful. "You have no idea how stunning you are," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, meant only for your ears. "Even like this, you take my breath away."

Prince!Anakin who's one of few hobbies was making love to you;

he loved to tease you about heirs. he brought it up often, with a playful tone, but deep down, the desire was real and intense. The thought of you carrying his child, your belly round, your breasts swollen ignited a fierce, possessive longing within him. He wanted to see you like this - pregnant and full of new life

"gonna give me heirs, hm?" he whispered with his pace quickening

your sweet, breathless moans only spurred him on. You were so beautiful beneath him, your flushed cheeks and heaving chest making you look even more irresistible, if that's possible

"you'd look so goddamn stunning with my heir inside you, sweetheart" his voice a rough murmur

his cock, all envelopted by your squishy walls, moved deeper to reach his, and yours, edge "you'd be mine, completely. Carrying my child, you'd belong to me in every way"

"am i not yours already?" you panted

his lips connected with yours, making sure to nipp on your bottom lip "you are mine, love..but having you carry my child..it's a whole other kind of mine" he groaned, his large hands moving over to your hips

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[artbyblastweave]

How would you say the x-men are "turbo-fucked". Is it just the common criticsms that ppl say about them or do you have real specific point ppl haven't brought up yet? (Not trying to be aggressive here, just curious)

My stance is essentially an amalgamation of every free-floating complaint about the X-Men you've ever heard- that it's a bad metaphor for oppression because real minority groups can't kill buildings full of people on a whim, that the comics are frequently tone deaf in the comparisons drawn between real and fantasy oppressions (Kitty with the hard R, oppression-splaining to a Pakistani-American girl), the ugly ways in which the metaphor can intersect with real-life issues of nationalism and ethnonationalism (Is Magneto a Zionist? Locked after 12,000 pages, etc). Moreover there were always going to be fundamental cracks in the foundation because mutants-as-civil rights metaphor was a retrofit that they pivoted to from what was originally transparently a time-saving measure for the mass-production of silver-age cops-and-robbers participants. Even then it's still theoretically possible to make the metaphor work, but I think that the demands of serial publication are particularly injurious to the metaphor because it prevents the creation of a specific, unified, finite narrative that can dig into this in a way that sticks. They'll be stuck treading water on the issue forever, held back from really internalizing the thorny-but-interesting implications or meaningfully adjusting the status quo as long as the X-Men need to remain available in the toybox for future writers. The closest they can get is the umpteenth "mutants claw their way back from the brink of extinction" storyline. Are we on the second or third mutant ethnostate collapse?

At the same time you have to hold space for the fact that the X-Men are only uniquely vulnerable to these criticisms because X-Men authors had the audacity to try to center these themes, to try and use the space as it existed to do something new and thoughtful. 50 years of hindsight have made us aware of the limitations of what can be done with those themes within the monthly-serial context, but that wasn't clear at the time, and let's be real, we wouldn't be talking about this franchise at all if Claremont hadn't shot his shot and gotten the ball rolling. Perfect is the enemy of good, comic books are a conversation, yadda yadda yadda.

Anyway I can't recommend The Power Fantasy highly enough- it's an indie thing by Keiron Gillen that's heavily in conversation with the X-Men specifically (informed by his recent run on the book), making full-use of an alternate-history to explore the idea of X-Men flavored people with superpowers as a geopolitics-altering thing-unto-themselves, the limitations of attempting to construct superhumans as a unified demographic, and the horrifying but specific ethical nightmare scenarios that emerge from Great Man Theory of history having actually become true.

[gothamcitycentral]

OH Oh oh, I would love to hear a Charlie canon vs fanon rant if you're up for sharing?

Ok ok mainly I was thinking of someone recently saying “Charlie represents a shallow christian view of redemption in which you just try really hard and don’t do drugs! you’ll be a good person that easy!” (paraphrased) and well. No. Definitely not.

What Charlie represents is the emotional idea of redemption.

Charlie’s chosen existence is based fully upon the idea that there is no category of “bad person” that excludes someone from being human. As such, everyone is capable of redemption because ‘there’s good in everyone deep down inside, she knows there is.’ People like to think this as naivety (which is. a whole other thing) but this is the stance the show takes every seriously. So many, and I mean so many, are under this impression that Charlie is at some point going to be proven wrong about redemption. That not everyone can actually be redeemed. But she just won’t be because the point is always that Charlie is right. With Angel, with Pentious, against Lucifer, against Adam and against Sera, she’s proven right.

“You build something nice, you invite people in and offer them everything and they just bring VIOLENCE and CHAOS to your doorstep. It doesn’t matter how well intentioned you are, they’ll always disappoint you.”

…He says, as the hotel crew work together to keep each other safe and out of harm’s way even at their own risk.

In any case, Charlie’s view of redemption is that of loving-

-and being loved.

This is what the series shows. Every fully realized character loves, and is loved by, someone.

No exceptions.

It’s a deliberate point of humanization because the show argues everyone has humanity. Which is what Charlie argues! The show is always in alignment with her values. As such, it doesn’t make sense to argue any of this is something she is meant to grow out of.

Now, where the above statement is drawn from is that she doesn’t have the practical understanding of redemption. Hence the parody of America’s famously ineffectual D.A.R.E program. This done because Charlie is very much throwing shit at the wall (done through looking at common behavior in hell and having her patrons do the opposite to appeal to Heaven) in very desperate hope something will work and Heaven will recognize her people… as people. Importantly, the significant thing of Angel Dust and Sir Pentious being the actors in this scene is that through understanding them Charlie learns a practical idea of redemption. That being as (and what the show properly conceptualizes redemption as) the correction of behavior that harms oneself or those around you. Which is why we go from:

To:

“Heavenly people, the porn star chose a night of debauchery, that’s not a soul worthy of being in Heaven!”

“Are you really telling me you haven’t had a drink with friends at the end of a hard day?”

She’s not bending over backwards to make Angel as appealing as possible to Heaven, she’s making a stance that disagrees with their perception of ‘bad behavior’, reminding them to acknowledge his hardships and what influences his behavior, and making it clear that these specific actions aren’t having a negative effect on anyone, and therefore doesn’t contradict her statement that Angel has improved.

Then people see the part of Charlie’s arc which is learning to have a damn backbone (to put it bluntly) and go and argue that the end point for Charlie’s character is to “stop being nice.” Well, first of all, Charlie being nice is the only reason everyone isn’t dead, so jot that down, and second, while yes Charlie fights against Adam, the ultimate result of that conflict is:

“He’s had enough.”

Charlie is always going to choose mercy. She is always going to extend humanity. She is always going to offer the olive branch. People think Charlie is going to come to some grand revelation about having to be cruel and that just, isn’t the point. Because the big thing is that people believe Charlie is defined by her naivety (and that eventually that naivety must be destroyed) but she isn’t.

The only moment I can really think that suggests Charlie being such is her singing in the pilot during the newsbroadcast despite being warned otherwise. Besides that, I just don’t see it as a major point of characterization. Because we see Charlie acknowledge not everyone wants to change, but she doesn’t get to deny any the opportunity, deny them the hotel. Because they were entitled to the opportunity to change and improve by process of being alive. “How can I turn him away? I can’t. It goes against everything I stand for.”

In general I think there’s a failure of people who view Charlie as just… naturally happy go lucky at factory default and miss that Charlie’s kindness is a choice.

Charlie was born into a broken world with a decomposing kingdom to her name. Her optimism is a developed coping mechanism because it’s the only way she can believe everything can maybe work out. Because Charlie has been surrounded by this constant death she felt powerless to stop and everyone has just! accepted it! This constant misery that she unavoidably bares witness to, and it feels like she’s the only one who cares.

So she has to be kind. She has to believe things can tangibly improve. She has to put the entire world and then some onto her own shoulders and live with every action she takes having millions of lives dependent on it. Charlie doesn’t even think she’s any sort of properly equipped to do any of this, but she’s the only person who’s bothering to try.

As Charlie deeply internalizes what people say about her. Hell’s clown, a joke, a fool chasing an impossible dream, destined to fail. Whenever anything goes wrong, Charlie directs that entirely at her own self. Adam is going to slaughter the hotel? What a horrible person she was to give the them false hope. Heaven decided to personally purge Charlie and her family because they dared to believe in their own personhood? Well she should have done a better job at convincing them otherwise.

Charlie doesn’t like herself.

So she masks it.

Sometimes the mask, the optimism, breaks.

I think Charlie’s optimism is as to Alastor’s cruelty, that’s why this scene compares them the way it does. Those aspects of them, they’re not fake exactly, but they are conjured to shield their fears. Charlie is afraid of failing everyone and Alastor is afraid of… being afraid in the first place frankly.

Because again, Charlie views everyone as her responsibility. She needs no reasoning beyond Hell being her people for her to dedicate her entire being to them. People seem to not acknowledge how closely she and Vaggie manifest their feelings of self loathing, even if they pretty much do it on opposite ends of the spectrum. Vaggie is a living extension to Charlie, Charlie is a living extension of Hell. The knight and the princess, both sworn to their own duties even at their own suffering. And the princess would burn herself to ash to warm her kingdom. Charlie is the self chosen sacrificial lamb.

[sissylittlefeather]

Kinktober Day 4: Clothed Sex

Christmas Wish

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, cussing, kissing, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, public sex, guns

Word count: ~1.2k

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By the winter of 1970, you'd been with Elvis for nearly a year. He had a wife and child, but those weren't your problems; they were his.

You'd always been a bit wild and even a little careless, so it didn't bother you at all that he was married. When he was in your bed, he was yours and you were his and that's all that seemed to matter.

About six months into the relationship, if you could call it that, he started taking you places with him and calling you his girl. One of his favorite things was to take you somewhere and buy you something. You were a sucker for presents and he knew it. He loved to watch the way you would squeal and hop up and down and clap when he bought you something you wanted. Maybe it was childish, but it gave him a great amount of joy. He loved your wildness. It went well with his and you had a lot of fun acting like teenagers together.

That's how you found yourself here, at Kerr's Sporting Goods in Beverly Hills, one late afternoon in December. You'd been laying in bed together about an hour before, having just woken up since you kept a sleep schedule similar to his, talking about what he should buy you for Christmas.

"You want jewelry, baby?"

"Nah, I've got a lot of that. I want something different."

"Like what?" You look at him and pout.

"It's not special if I have to tell you." He smiles and kisses your forehead.

"Okay, okay. Let me think." You hum the Jeopardy theme song and he tickles you to make you stop. Then, his eyes light up. "I got it. Get dressed baby."

Now you're here in your favorite minidress, surprised to find yourself in a sporting goods store. You look around, not sure what he could possibly want to buy you here. He holds your hand and leads you to a glass counter in the back and that's when you figure it out. He gestures proudly to the handguns and says loudly.

"Pick whatever you want, baby!" You walk cautiously to the counter and look into the display case.

"E, I don't know anything about guns." He purses his lips, a little disappointed by your lack of enthusiasm.

"Well, honey, you know I'll teach you. I just thought you might like this since it's something different. Here. I'll get three out that would be good and you pick which one you want." You nod, still not sure about this. He talks to the man behind the counter and has him pull out two revolvers and a pistol. You're immediately drawn to the pistol. It's prettier than the other two and has pearl grips.

"This one."

"There's my girl." He smiles, makes sure it's unloaded, and hands it to you. Then, he comes up behind you and arranges you to be in the right stance. His hands on your body have you shivering and when he whispers in your ear, you are immediately wet.

"Wouldn't you like to shoot this, baby? Feel that power?" He presses himself up against you and you feel his growing erection. It's turning him on just to see you hold the damn thing.

"Mhmmm." You moan softly and he puts his hands on your hips and squeezes. The tension between the two of you grows and it becomes apparent that something has to happen, and fast. He nibbles your earlobe and whispers again.

"Should we go to the car?" You inhale sharply and turn in his arms to set the gun on the counter and talk to the man behind it. He stays pressed up against you, half because he's dying to feel you and half because he's using your body to hide his hard-on.

"Do you have a ladies room?"

"There's a bathroom back that way." He gestures to the wall behind you.

"Thank you, sir." Elvis pushes you towards the bathroom and you tumble giggling towards it together. This is another part of your wildness that Elvis loves. He can fuck you pretty much any time, any place. You never say no. In fact, half the time it's your idea.

You make it back to the bathroom and barely get it closed and locked before your mouths are pressed together, tongues tangling in a passionate kiss. He sets you on the counter next to the sink and goes to take your panties off only to discover you aren't wearing any.

"Baby!"

"What? I came prepared." He gives you a mischievous smile. He loves it when you do this.

"God, how did I get so lucky?" You don't have time to answer him though because he drops to his knees and pushes his tongue into your slit. You grab the back of his hair and lean back on the counter, giving him access to fuck you with his tongue. He brings you just to the edge of an orgasm, licking a slow circle on your clit and then stands up, wiping his face with his hand. Your hands go to the zipper of his pants and you open them just enough to pull his rock hard dick out. He teases you with his tip a bit while he strokes his foreskin back and forth.

"Quit teasin' me!" You whine. He kisses your lips and then whispers in your ear.

"You want this cock, baby?"

"Yes!!" You hiss impatiently.

"Well, okay then, ya brat." He grabs your hips and plunges himself deep inside you in one motion. You both moan loudly and push your foreheads together. "So good, baby. I love you."

"I love you too." You whisper and he slides out and fills you again, picking up a steady pace with his hips.

He's busy slamming into you, both of you panting and moaning when there's a knock on the door.

"Uhh, EP, you in there? They're shuttin' the store down soon."

"Okay. We'll be right out." He hollers at the door without slowing or stopping his motions. You both know you have to make this quick, so he licks his thumb and uses it to make circles on your clit as he fucks you. It doesn't take long for that to push you over the edge into an orgasm, the wave crashing over you and pulsing inside you in time with your heartbeat. He feels you throb around him and it's enough to send him over the edge too. He grunts and slams into you one last time whispering in your ear.

"Yeah, baby." He fills you with his release and then rests his sweaty forehead on your shoulder, trying to steady his breathing.

"You said you love me." You tease in a sing-song voice. He looks up at you and smiles.

"Yeah, and you said it back." You kiss the end of his nose.

"Because I do love you, Elvis." He pulls out of you and zips his pants, positively buzzing with energy.

"This is the best day. Honey, you pick as many guns as you want. Come on." The two of you walk out of the bathroom and he starts excitedly offering to buy things for everyone in the store. He yells at his guys to pick what they want and even tells the store manager to pick something. In his reckless joy, he ends up spending close to $18,000, but the two of you don't care. He loves you, and that's really all you wanted for Christmas in the first place.

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[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

I can't think of a title for these clone wars headcanons

Ahsoka does this thing that never fails to get a laugh out of the people around her and it’s the fact that she calls herself an angel whenever someone calls her out for doing something bad or reminds her of something she’s done she’ll look around before going “Who me? I’m an angel”

Which has the whole group bent over laughing hysterically sometimes they’re able to choke out a sentence that sounds like “Jedi aren’t supposed to lie” or something along those lines 

So I’ve had this idea for a while but I feel like something along the lines of sign language would be necessary for the troops to know if they’re on a stealth mission 

And even tho the Jedi don’t need to sign with each other it’s kind of common practice for them to learn some to communicate with the troops

Some signs can differ from troop to troop but they’re close enough that they’re easy to understand and it’s very rare that the other troop will get confused 

Sometimes those signs will leak off the field and into their day-to-day lives most of the time the troops will use signs to be kind to their Jedi who have migraines after a difficult battle but the signs are used the most around Anakin

I feel like it would be pretty easy for Jedi to get overstimulated especially if they’re as powerful as Anakin so it’s not uncommon for him to go nonverbal after a battle or if he’s in a force rich place

If he’s only kind of overwhelmed he’ll use Ahsoka and Obi-Wan as his interpreters and talk through their bonds but sometimes even that is too much so signs like “please” “thank you” “sorry” “hungry” “thirsty” “more” or “I’m okay” become pretty commonplace

It’s not enough to hold an in-depth conversation but that usually works in Anakin’s favor because drawn-out conversations tend to make him nonverbal for longer periods

When Anakin Ahsoka and Obi-Wan are stressed it shows up when they’re asleep 

Anakin sleep talks whenever he’s even slightly worried about something he’s woken poor Ahsoka and Obi-Wan up more times than the duo can count by saying stuff like “Hey hey are you awake?” while he’s out like a light

It freaks the duo out because he’s weirdly eloquent in his sleep bro is holding entire conversations do those conversations make sense to anyone but him? No but they’re conversations nonetheless

Ahsoka sleepwalks it doesn’t matter what happens during the day if it even slightly stresses her out she’s up and out of bed the second she’s slightly asleep it scared the force out of Anakin the first time she sleepwalked in their quarters because she was just standing over him menacingly 

The first time Obi-Wan was introduced to Ahsoka’s sleepwalking was during a sleepover that the trio was having and he had just drifted off to sleep when he heard the buzz of two lightsabers in the other room

Both he and Anakin walked into the kitchen to find Ahsoka standing with her sabers activated she wasn’t in a fighting stance by any means so they could easily disarm her but all Anakin did was ask “You want water snips?” and she nodded while holding out her sabers which he easily grabbed

Only after Ahsoka had a nice glass of water and laid back down did Obi-Wan ask questions the main one being “Is that normal?” and Anakins replies “Well the sabers are new” like someone talking about the weather 

It wasn’t until morning that the trio discovered Anakin and Ahsoka’s kitchen table was cut in half the togruta was incredibly apologetic but Anakin was just impressed that she managed to do it without waking them

Normally Obi-Wan snores like a lawn mower but when he’s stressed he grinds his teeth the real kicker is he grinds them so hard that it’s just as loud as the snoring and the only difference is the poor man wakes up with a sore locked jaw

One time Anakin heard a shiny say that they could never tell what Ahsoka was thinking and the other commented that she’s “like a vault” which had him doubled over in almost painful laughter 

When one of them finally gained the courage to ask him what was so funny he just said “If you wanna know what she’s thinking look at her face” and he’s not wrong girly has the most expressive face it’s like looking at glass

But the people who love her hope that trait never changes cause there’s nothing quite like seeing her face twist as she has to talk to some dirtbag or light up when she gets a compliment 

Recently I got some ideas when it comes to Clone Wars characters and baking

Anakin is one of the best damn cooks in the galaxy he’s also really good at making a meal out of virtually nothing it’s scary impressive but on the other hand the man can’t bake for shit

Cause with cooking measurements aren’t really needed in fact on Tatooine people would scoff if you asked for them but it’s kind of the opposite for baking unless you’ve been doing it for a very long time

So Anakin “Just pour it until it looks good” Skywalker hates baking with a burning passion which is funny because he’s got a sweet tooth the size of a gundark

Ahsoka’s only really used to cooking by Anakin’s side which results in her only really remembering half the recipe like girl can mince like no one else but she can’t make a full dish without calling Anakin to ask for help 

But baking is where this girl thrives she loves to bake and try new recipes which works out because Anakin’s the human equivalent of a garbage disposal with the aforementioned sweet tooth

Cody is pretty proficient at cooking and baking he doesn’t do anything fancy and he doesn’t really like doing either he mostly learned out of necessity cause

Obi-Wan and Rex can’t cook or bake for shit and they’re perfectly fine with that fact like they’re a-ok with living off government rations if it means they never have to step foot in a kitchen 

Padme sweet angel lovely girl thinks she can cook and bake can she….. No

But the thing is she tries so hard and puts her whole heart and soul into her cooking and baking so everyone tries to act like she can it’s the galaxies best kept secret and it’s one that everyone’s happy to keep

There was one time when that secret was almost spilled on Ahsoka’s birthday when Padme offered to make her cake and no one could warn the poor girl cause that would spoil the surprise party

All Anakin could do to rectify the situation was buy a cake from his and Ahsoka’s favorite bakery and hide it in their quarters after the party

During the actual party Anakin pulled her off to the side to warn her just before the cake could be brought out and from an outsider's perspective it looked like a sweet moment between the siblings 

But in actuality all was going on this “Soka you know how you said I was the best master you could ask for” “Yes I said it when I first walked in are you finally going senile” “Well remember all that love when I ask you for the biggest favor” “which is?” “Padme made your cake” “No” “And I need you to act like you love it” “Anakin please if you love me at all” “If you love me you’ll eat the cake and tell her you love it and once the parties over you’ll get to eat your favorite cake in the whole wide world”

And they kind of just sit there and Anakin swears a few tears fall before Ahsoka says “Fine” and he hugs the everloving force out of her before they walk over to eat a slice of the galaxy's prettiest abomination 

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Rocker knows you have a reputation. You’re a good girl, one that follows orders with precision, who always play it safe. In the field no one has to worry about you, you’re solid and dedicated, loyal to a fault. You haven’t got a rebellious bone in your body, at least that’s what they thought.  

They didn’t know you the way he did. They haven’t seen that reckless side of you, the one that comes out to play in the depths of the night, they didn’t know you’re secret.

Rocker discovered it by accident. He’d been listless after the divorce, instead of hitting the same old places he wanted something fresh. That’s how he’d come across Noche, a club known for its ambience and music scene. It wasn’t like the other clubs in L.A with the booming beats that makes your skull throb, it’s dark, a hole in the wall shrouded in mystery and the perfect place for him to disappear for an hour or two.

He’d been on his way home after having a couple of beers with Stevens when he heard the serenade of a violin. He wasn’t into classical pieces but the music he was hearing was an entanglement of soft rock, something more his speed. The notes tapered over the drums, touching something deep down inside of him. He was enthralled by it, ensnared. He found himself seated at the bar, another beer in his hand, his attention drawn to the stage. His gaze came to fall on the violinist, head cradled against the instrument, and it was like he had been struck by lightning.

He knew it was you, he would know your stance, your movement, your posture anywhere. You wore a black sheer Victorian style top, with a high collar and long sleeves with a lace bralette underneath. It accentuated your body, showcasing the lines of your form as you swayed in time to the music. The leather trousers clung to your lower body as your hips swung from side to side. It was the first time he’d seen you with your hair down, normally you wore it in a plait or a tight bun but tonight it was gloriously loose. He wondered what it would feel like to run his hands through it, to kiss you on the mouth and smear that red lipstick you wore. Your eyes, always so expressive were framed with dark eyeliner, making you look just as dangerous as he knew you were.

You up on that stage right now, was the sexiest thing damn thing he had ever seen.

The way you played, it was dynamic and passionate. A sensual experience and he couldn’t tear himself away. He had no idea what you did after work, you played your cards close to your chest but he had never expected anything like this. He’d always had an affinity for the darker side of things, his marriage to Val had been pretty vanilla. The two of them had been college sweethearts but there were things he’d wanted to try, things he knew didn’t fit into her puritan view of sex.

He doesn’t realise you’ve noticed him until you appear alongside of him at the bar. Your set is over and he’s been toying with the idea of approaching you or simply slipping out when your hip bumps against his. The sultry scent of your perfume clings to your skin and it just adds to the allure.

“I didn’t think you saw me.” He says to you as you tilt you head towards him.

“You’re a striking man.” You inform him, taking a sip of your water.

He blushes, he can’t help it. No one has ever said that to him, Val used to call him her prince, it reminded of something out of Disney. The way those words roll off your lips, especially the term striking, it does something to him. He isn’t used to this side of you but he likes it.

“You wanna get out of here?” he ventures.

You smile, before tossing your hair back over your shoulder and giving him a look that makes him weak in the knees.

“Are you hitting on me Sergeant?” You ask him.

“How about we drop the titles for tonight?” He requests, setting his beer bottle down on the bar.

That reputation you have as a good girl, it completely goes out of the window. You ruin him that night, with an inquisitive mouth and fingertips that trail over his scars as your thighs hug his hips. You keep him on the cusp, drawing out his ecstasy until his fists grip the sheets and he begs you to let him come.

Not until I do, you had whispered in his ear.

Fuck he’d never had a woman straddle his face before, it was something he had always wanted to try but Val had never been into it, but you…

He had lost his mind when he got his mouth on you, you tasted like candied honey on his tongue, he’d taken you apart slowly, learning what you liked, what made you say his name. You liked it when his tongue delved deep, his palms grasping your thighs to hold you in place. When you climaxed, he didn’t want to stop, he sucks your clit before pinning you against his mouth and ruining you all over again. When he makes you come for a third time, he’s deep inside of you, his fingers threading through your hair as he grips it in his fist and pulls your head back so he can stare into your eyes. There’s intimacy in the eye contact and he watches your face, your lips parting as he makes you say his name.

The next morning, he wakes up alone, tangled up in his sheets with your lipstick marks decorating his skin. He sees you in work and it’s like it never happened, like he doesn’t know you sound like at the height of pleasure or how sinful that mouth of yours really is.

That night he turns up at Noche again, he sees you there up on that stage. You are a force to be reckoned with, a wildfire, untamed and untethered as you play, and he drinks it in. There’s an erotism to what you do, and it taps into something deep down inside of him. He’s like a moth to a flame, he can’t stay away, he doesn’t want to. Instead he clings to the nights that he has you, the ones where you’re his and only his.

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HEY LOOK AT WHAT I MADE!!! I whittled this elephant out of a block of basswood, and then painted it by hand, as a gift for my lovely girlfriend, @potsiefaerie 😘♥️💖🩵 When we were still getting to know each other, she mentioned that she collects white elephant figures with her mother (after they found one at a white elephant sale), and I was like, "Wait, I've done a bit of whittling before. Surely I could make one, right???" And then it became my mission all through the spring, summer, and fall. And after a bit of a mad dash to the end, I was finally able to give it to her the first time we met in person 🥰

While it was in no way easy, crafting this elephant was an absolute joy, and it really (re)awakened in me a love for the art of whittling. I had only done some very basic whittling before, close to a decade and a half ago. So with very little experience, none of which was recent, I really impressed myself with how well this thing turned out. And while I'm no stranger to painting, I've never done detail like this before. That is just natural talent babey. I have definitely found my calling in this craft.

It's roughly 2 and 3/4 inches tall, and probably around 4 and 1/2 inches long. I have absolutely no idea how many hours it took start-to-finish. But it was a lot lol.

Process:

The first step was to find reference images of elephants online, from various angles. I used those to create basic drawings of an elephant mid-stride from 5 different angles (left, right, top, front, and back). I printed and cut those out of paper to create a simple stencil to trace the shape onto the block of wood (that's what you see in the first image.

The second step was to actually cut the rough shape of it out of the wood with a coping saw. Then I divided the bottom (where the legs are) in half, and used the drawing as a guide for removing the halves of the legs that weren't needed (since it is not symmetrical in its stance.) That gave me an extremely rough and blocky elephant shape.

Next came the whittling, and that was by far the majority of the work. Months were spent slowly shaving away little bits of wood, occasionally glancing at my reference images, until finally the final shape was achieved. Then it was sanded down so as to smooth out the facets created by the carving process, and to refine the shape a little more.

I also must mention that I did drop it at one point on a cement porch and snap one of the legs off at the knee. But! A bit of wood glue and a rubber band fixed that fairly easily.

Then came the painting process. First I used a glaze to help seal the wood. Wood is a very absorbent material. I knew that, in order to ensure that this piece would last as long as possible, it needed to be sealed so that the wood did not absorb moisture from the air, which could eventually lead to cracking as it expanded and shrank. But paint itself also poses some risk in this way, and the wood really wants to soak it up. So the glaze ensured that that wouldn't happen.

Then I put down three coats of white paint (with another touch-up coat), and then sealed that with another coat of the glaze. This was to protect the white underneath when I started painting with the blue, so that if I messed it up, I would have the chance to remove the blue without totally stripping the white.

Next was the detail work with the blue paint. The designs were first drawn on using a 4h graphite in a mechanical pencil (4h is pretty hard, so it wouldn't leave much behind. That made it easier to erase mistakes and cover with the paint). I did reference a couple mandalas that I found online for the ones on the forehead and back, but all of it was painted by hand with an extremely tiny brush and an enormous amount of patience. It requires very steady hands.

And the final step was two part. First, another coat of glaze to protect the blue paint so that it would not get smeared (not after I did all that hard work!!!). And finally, four coats of varnish to completely seal everything off. My hope is this thing will still be sitting on someone's shelf at least a few generations from now, so I did everything I could to protect it as much as possible.

Materials and tools:

3x3x6in block of basswood, from some website idk lol.

Coping saw from Lowe's.

Whittling tools from Beaver Craft.

120, 220, and 400 grit sandpaper from Lowe's.

Glaze, paints, and varnish from Jo Sonja's.

[d3sertdream3r]

I really don't know how to feel about the ROP finale... I feel like we shippers got baited a bit and I really don't like that. Like did he even actually care about galadriel at all? And WTF was up with the heal yourself line? What does that even mean? I want to like the episode but I don't know it felt off to me like it wasn't emotional enough.

I think we all have personal preferences that are influenced by our own experiences, so it's perfectly normal to like something others don't or not like something that others do. It's ok if you didn't enjoy the finale as much as you were hoping to. You don't have to try and force yourself to like it, and it's totally valid to feel upset and baited if you were hoping for things to go differently.

That being said, I enjoyed the finale! I personally didn't feel baited at all, but I was expecting it to be like this. I find it interesting because I saw a lot of people nervous the end of season 2 would be too much like the end of season 1, and now a lot of those same people are upset that it wasn't enough like the end of season 1.

From my perspective, Sauron made it clear that "not all of it" was an illusion, and he wanted to place a crown on her head and make the world worship her. And honestly, the scene where Sauron turns into Halbrand and Galadriel instantly drops her battle stance made me cry. Especially with Halbrand's theme in the background... curse you, Bear McCreary!!! (In a good way, lol). I feel like Halbrand was the closest to pre-evil Mairon we've seen in an adaptation. Definitely more depressed and prickly than Mairon would've been, but I think he was still just as snarky and charming before his corruption by Morgoth. I feel like Galadriel saw Mairon inside of Halbrand (unknowingly) and that's who she developed feelings for. For me, Halbrand's theme is Mairon's theme before he went to the dark side. So from my perceptive, it was really emotional to see what he could've been and what the two of them could've had.

Ironically, Sauron was trying to show her exactly that; what they could've had. But what he doesn't understand is what Galadriel truly wanted was his light self all along. It reminds me of the scene in TROS between Rey and Kylo Ren/Ben Solo when he asks her why she didn't take his hand when she wanted to. She says she wanted to take Ben's hand, not Kylo's. Galadriel wanted to take Halbrand/Pre-Darkness Mairon's hand, not Sauron's.

However, that doesn't mean that she isn't drawn to Sauron in all his dark glory at all. She was absolutely tempted to become his evil queen at the end of season 1. I just think what she ultimately wanted was his light, even when she's drawn to his darkness. I don't know if that makes any sense, but it does to me!

The "heal yourself" line was something I loved, though it looks like most people weren't as fond of it as I am. I love the idea that for Sauron to truly be able to achieve his goal of healing the world, he has to heal himself first. He literally can't heal the world until he himself is healed, he isn't capable of it. All he has in his soul to draw from right now is poison, so that's all he can give the world. I've seen a theory floating around about Sauron one day being redeemed during Dagor Dagorath and helping the good guys defeat Morgoth, and I'm obsessed with it! Helping them fight his old master could help him find the light again and become Mairon the Admirable once more. Only then could he truly heal Middle Earth.

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

What I think is annoying with how critics are handled in universe they are painted as straw men, and that is SO bad when you are trying to prove your point in an argument. Instead of trying to see the other side, and look at your OWN argument with a critical eye, and trying to see the other side's point. Or they get "called out" for what they're doing or it's a comedic moment. Like, Monoma could have been an excellent character. Monoma calling out 1A's shit, and getting them to rethink their stances is an interesting idea. Like, what if one of them has a not so great moral idea, and Monoma calls that out. He can still act weird, but just to paint Monoma as basically 1B's strawman against Bakugo critics and just dumbshit he sees around him is just wow. Like when Kendo was telling Dekusquad a vantage point that 1B could have used to one up 1A, dude was literally right???????????????????? It's like those fan comics of character A defending character B while the one in the wrong is portrayed via a speech bubble or gray humanoid thing. But it's just in canon format. God, it's so annoying. Why do people only get called out via characters Horikoshi likes?

Oh 100% agree with this. Rather than actually try to engage with the arguments/criticisms the other side has, he loves painting them as straw-men and belittling them.

One big example is that furry fat cat guy who mentions that it’s over for Endeavor when Dabi revealed what he’s done. The dude’s drawn to be such a caricature of a stereotypical loser that we’re not supposed to take what he says seriously.

Neito’s another example. When he criticizes Katsuki he’s always painted in such an exaggerated light when doing so to the point no one’s supposed to take him seriously, and is always proven to be “wrong” despite being right in his dislike for Katsuki.

The journalists and civilians who criticize the heroes and U.A are seen as pests, vultures, ignorant, and people who believe/dish out straw-man accusations. As a journalist, this offends me. Yeah, there are journalists/companies that are vultures looking to push one side of the story, but to treat a profession that’s not only saved lives but uncovered corruption with such sustain makes the “good guy” look worse in comparison. In addition, despite Hori trying to paint them as in the wrong, all these journalists were asking the right questions and all the civilians had very rational thoughts about the heroes who’ve failed them. Rather than acknowledge these points, Hori has Shota or whoever’s his mouthpiece of the chapter make them look like idiots… even though it backfires and anyone with half a braincell can tell Hori’s arguments collapse when even slightly challenged.

When Rikido and Fumikage harp on Katsuki for not changing, it’s treated as a “haha funny” moment rather than an actual callout.

The prison guard who questions AFO about something and tells the man to actually give him an answer instead of the typical “AFO knows everything” is also treated as a gag despite that being a good criticism of AFO as a villain.

In conclusion, rather than meaningfully engaging with the arguments against his themes and story, Hori relies on painting critics as straw-men and cartoonishly stupid people to make a point. This would be fine if he was pointing out how dumb racists are or something along those lines, but when trying to convince us that the your side is right, this strat fails spectacularly against anyone with somewhat of a brain.

[wings-of-ink]

hello! sorry for the incoming macabre ask:

you said you liked ghosts, which made me think 👻... do spirits of the dead exist in the GC universe? what’s ROs’ stance on ghosts? (who’s going to get outed as a scaredy cat?) also, if it isn’t something we’ll get to see in the story, what do funerals look like? do people usually get buried or cremated? are there any special ceremonies?

i’ve read whatever i could find of your (delicious) worldbuilding but i need more; i’m hungry!!

I wouldn't say that's so macabre, as long as we're not killing off the ROs or the MC, we're good! 

This is a fun subject, really!

The people of the GC universe have varying ideas of what happens after death - sort of how we do irl - but the most prevalent belief is in reincarnation. They don't necessarily ascribe to remembering past lives or anything, but they don't think the soul of a person just vanishes after, and that it's sort of "recycled" back into the world. There are some that think the souls of the dead return to the gods they served - sort of powering them up and becoming a part of them.

Funerals in the world can be big events depending on the person - whole towns may be involved. Most people are cremated in pyres. Loved ones stand watch and speak to the departed one last time. They say goodbye or even air grievances - and it is firmly believed that the dead actually hear or understand everything that is said at their funeral. The smoke is sacred - a representation of the soul departing.

Families usually handle the body of their loved ones with any traditions passed down from within. Otherwise, you may see healers or midwives assisting. Since some are still followers of the gods, there may be something specific to those practices that they'd want done. For example, if they follow the Deities of the Stars - their service would be held at night. If they worshiped Casimir, they'd have a really really big pyre and likely be burned with a weapon. Some families simply bury any ashes or bone that remain, keep them in urns, or actually use them - mixing into a clay to make a memorial pottery of some sort. There are a few regional traditions as well. Those in the north may leave ashes at the tops of mountains. Those in the south sometimes take ashes out to sea. The middle province doesn't really have anything quite like that - burying ashes is the favored tradition.

MC's mother was burned on a pyre according to Dov's family tradition. He's from a nomadic people that burned the dead after placing a loaf of bread in their hands (often the departed's favorite kind) - sort of like a last meal. The pyre itself would have the departed's name etched in it and sometimes mourners would write sentiments to burn with them. Kip and Dov made promises to see that MC was cared for. They buried her ashes among the roots of the tree where she was found with her baby.

Spirits exist - more so known as demons - but they are not believed to be the spirits of the dead. They are their own entities but instead of being corporeal, they're magic. Demons can take possession of the living, but in the current world, this is quite rare. Gods nearly eradicated demons (at least the ones most dangerous to people), so they're a rarer find, and are drawn to strong magic and even emotion. This is why the Fields of Desolation are not pleasant. 😁 (Guess where you're headed later, teehee)

Since ghosts as we know them aren't really a thing they would know about, the ROs attitude towards demons:

Oswin–unnerved

Zahn–scared shitless

Duri–fearless (and dumb)

Rune–trying really fucking hard to not look scared

???--annoyed

Thank you for the fun question Anon! I love that you're interested in the fabric of the world. I'll try to pop this in the codex as well. ^_^

[fannibalcascade]

Hey, what’s your take on Season 4 and beyond? How do you see the characters and their relationships evolving?

Considering the question is about Season 4 and beyond, here’s my take on how the characters and their relationships might evolve:

If the series were to continue into a fourth season, the central tension between Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter would likely remain a focal point, but with a new dynamic shaped by the events of the Season 3 finale. Their relationship has always been a complex dance between attraction and repulsion, where Hannibal seeks to draw Will into his worldview, and Will struggles to resist becoming the monster Hannibal wants him to be. This struggle could deepen in future seasons, exploring whether Will can ever truly escape Hannibal’s influence or if their fates are inextricably linked.

Will Graham’s Evolution

At the end of Season 3, we see Will make a definitive choice—he’d rather die than allow Hannibal to continue corrupting him or others. This act is significant because it underscores Will’s moral stance; despite everything, he chooses good over evil, even if it means self-destruction. If Season 4 were to happen, I’d imagine that this choice would have profound implications for Will's character. He might be physically and mentally scarred from the fall, but the key question would be whether this act of defiance has truly freed him from Hannibal’s influence.

Will could evolve into a character who is even more committed to resisting darkness, perhaps becoming more of a moral guardian, not just for himself but for others who might fall under Hannibal's sway. However, the lingering connection between them could mean that Will’s struggle is far from over. The possibility of Hannibal’s influence resurfacing, even in subtle ways, would be a compelling aspect to explore. It’s also possible that Will’s continued resistance might take on a new form, where instead of just resisting Hannibal, he actively works to undo the damage Hannibal has done to others.

Hannibal Lecter’s Role

Hannibal, as the embodiment of evil, thrives on the corruption and manipulation of those around him. If the series were to continue, I think Hannibal would be even more determined to reclaim Will, seeing their shared fall as a kind of twisted rebirth. Hannibal might view Will’s act not as a rejection but as a final, beautiful act of connection—he’d likely continue to pursue Will, but perhaps with a new strategy. Instead of trying to turn Will into a killer, he might seek to forge an even deeper, more perverse bond, where Will is constantly teetering on the edge of darkness but never fully crossing over.

Their relationship might evolve into something even more psychologically intense, where Hannibal's goal shifts from outright corruption to a kind of eternal moral tug-of-war. This could lead to scenarios where Hannibal puts Will in situations where his empathy and morality are tested to their limits, forcing Will to make increasingly difficult choices

The Broader World

One of the strengths of "Hannibal" has been its ability to expand the moral complexity of its universe. In a potential Season 4, I could see other characters, such as Alana Bloom or Jack Crawford, becoming even more morally ambiguous. Alana, in particular, has already shown a willingness to engage in morally grey actions to protect herself and those she cares about. Her relationship with Will could become more strained as she sees him continually drawn back to Hannibal, leading to potential conflicts over how to deal with Hannibal’s ongoing threat.

The world of "Hannibal" is one where everyone is capable of murder, and a continuing series would likely delve even deeper into this idea. Characters who were once clearly on the side of good could start to blur those lines, making the moral landscape even more complicated.

Will and Hannibal: A Final Showdown?

If the series were to push towards a conclusion in a future season, I think it would ultimately build towards a final confrontation between Will and Hannibal. This would be more than just a physical battle—it would be a clash of ideologies, with Will trying to finally rid himself of Hannibal’s influence and Hannibal attempting to draw Will into the darkness once and for all. The outcome of such a confrontation could define the entire series’ moral message: whether good can truly triumph over evil, or if the struggle itself is the point, with no clear resolution.

[stillbornedprincess]

you know girls.. I was thinking of making my fashion post.. but like.. I kept dreaming, what it could mean. My wartime chic is colonial.. repressed.. forget-me-nots.. etc. The instagram screenshot is not a reference to the vision directly. It’s a shitpost.. a mistake really.. my instagram is to further my respectable persona, the one I face to other respectable young people… but I guess I fell asleep.

But still it rings true. If I were to make the post again, I would remove mention of the Second World War. Opinion, its memory isn’t that chic! I know all the films, there’s nazis and Chanel. Ingenious bastards, whatever whatever.

But with WWI, my memory of it is shaped by the films and books set in the time, and those films and books are often centred on the common private and his pals, family, etc. I dream of it, repressive, just out the throes of Victorian kindness, it was the time collective thought was 12 years old. I would say eight, but I could not decide between twelve or eight. And even that, how do I share what twelve or eight years old means when referring to the mood of the embers of a cultural epoch?

always I talk about grey, four, but I never explain myself. At the same time I wonder why I have never shared an idea to another, well, because I have never, learned, words. I have been advised to read more Shakespeare.

Ok. I come back to writing this, and I came to the conclusion this is not a fashion. A mistake, that came from crossing two things together.

My strange dream is a cross of today and yesterday. The borders of our minds melted ten years ago. But it’s how little brick sediments of these melted walls are felt in the mouth sometimes.

Years prior, borders started to shift. Fracturing some places, widening others, etc. Ages ago then they started being drawn. And long before that they were evident alone by the differences in mind.

I cross this strange dream with the impression I illustrated prior . In this dream it is evident I am imagining planet earth. It is one or the other, I am an Iranian authority, or i am a victim of an Iranian authority. The other I am someplace brown modern and forgotten say 1915 Aden. I am just there, but I feel the same sensations as in the dreams of Iran.

I will never finish speaking, but I really wish to articulate what I wrote. I am asking now if you can send a question, so I am forced to rationalise what I said in order to answer it.

Anyway, fashun!

looove the outfits love the lady on the computer her fancy hat love the fellows tribal territory stance Lawrence on his infantile motorcycle Joan d’arc chopping slags totally the thankfulness of the Antarctic . Right . Take us away.

[strawbbydraws]

I have a lore question.

Aurora was supposedly reincarnated as a human at the end of Azran Legacy, right? There’s one image in the credits that hints at this, though it’s drawn a line between the community, where some think Aurora’s the adult, as depicted, while others think it’s the baby. What’s your stand? I’m trying to write a fanfic where she’s the adult and that her Azran half of her soup was simply dormant, but I’m worried that if it’s the baby, I’m gonna have to scrap the whole thing.

I honestly don’t have a particularly strong stance on it! There’s no confirmation for it either way, and you could even argue that the credits art aren’t something to take as completely canon itself, it could just be a cute little nod to what she said.

She wanted to be born as a human, but that doesn’t necessarily mean she had to be a baby at ~that~ very moment. This is the funky time travel game series, she could be the adult, the baby, or she could even have been born centuries ago and these are her descendants with hella strong genes haha. She might not even be born yet, those could be her ancestors in the artwork!

I think half the fun is the ambiguity that happens within canon in media. The ability to take a character or idea in whatever direction without being “wrong”- it allows people to be extremely creative and come up with new perspectives to fill in the gaps.

Personally, I’ve always preferred people to take the stories and do new and fun things with them rather than stay rigid to fandom discourse or canon. I think your angle would be a fun take to write about. You shouldn’t scrap your art because of fan discourse. I feel that your concept actually is really cool and you should write it if you’re inspired! Write that story! It’s neat!! We need more Aurora related works out there in the world!

[aalissy]

Hiding in Plain Sight

Eeeeeh it's Ladrien June! Which is also the month dedicated to my personal favorite ship of the lovesquare hehee <3. I'm so very excited to get to write for my babies this month. I hope you like them <3.

AO3

Ladybug swung through the Parisian skyline, her red and black polka-dotted suit blending with the twilight hues of the setting sun. She relished these moments, the city stretched out beneath her, the Eiffel Tower gleaming in the distance, and the comforting weight of her yo-yo in her hand. She was enjoying the lovely evening air, using her patrol as an excuse to enjoy the early summer sun

As Ladybug approached the bustling square, she scanned the crowd, her sharp eyes catching sight of a commotion. Civilians were gathered around someone in the middle of the plaza. From her vantage point, she saw a figure attempting to blend in, but there was something strangely familiar about his stance. Descending gracefully to a nearby rooftop, Ladybug squinted to get a better look. The figure wore a pair of oversized sunglasses, a baseball cap pulled low over his face, and a hoodie drawn tight around his shoulders

"Adrien Agreste?" she whispered to herself, a smile tugging at her lips. "What are you up to?"

Just what was it her boyfriend was doing out here? If he thought he was being conspicuous, he obviously was not. It was almost laughable.

Leaping down from the rooftop, she landed quietly behind a statue, just close enough to hear the hushed murmurs of the crowd. They were clearly intrigued, but Adrien seemed to be doing his best to remain unnoticed.

He tugged his collar up higher, ducking around the crowd as he tipped his head down. He quickened his pace, looking down at his feet. With a twirl of her yo-yo, Ladybug decided she needed to save him from whatever he had gotten himself into.

Her lips curled into a teasing grin as she thumped in front of him. "Fancy meeting you here, Adrien.

He jumped slightly, then turned to face her, a sheepish smile forming on his lips. "Ladybug! What a surprise.

"Is it?" she asked, folding her arms. "Because it looks like you’re the one full of surprises today. Nice disguise, by the way.

Adrien chuckled, adjusting his sunglasses. "Thanks. I thought it might help me blend in.”

"Oh, you're blending in perfectly," she replied, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm. "No one would ever suspect the famous Adrien Agreste hiding in plain sight. Especially with those sunglasses. Very subtle."

He gave her a mock bow. "Why, thank you. I aim to please."

Ladybug rolled her eyes playfully with a laugh, stepping closer. "Seriously, though. What are you doing out here? Don’t you have bodyguards to deal with this kind of thing?"

Adrien sighed, his playful demeanor slipping. "I just wanted a bit of normalcy, you know? A chance to walk around without being recognized, even if it’s just for a little while. I don’t know. Ever since those alliance rings were created it’s like I can’t catch a break.”

"I get that," she said softly, her teasing tone replaced with understanding. "But you're not exactly making it easy on yourself. The hat and glasses are kind of a dead giveaway."

"Well, they worked for Clark Kent," he quipped, flashing her a grin.

Ladybug laughed, shaking her head. "Point taken. But how about we get you out of here before the crowd gets any bigger?"

Adrien looked around, noticing the growing number of curious onlookers. "That sounds like a great idea. Got any suggestions on how we do that?"

She extended her yo-yo, the string glinting in the fading light. "Hold on tight."

He hesitated for a moment, then placed his hand in hers. With a deft flick of her wrist, they were airborne, the city blurring beneath them as they swung away from the Louvre. Adrien held on, his grip firm but not too tight, trusting her completely. Ladybug’s bright blue eyes softened as she gazed down at him. How was it possible for him to trust her so implicitly?

As they soared above the rooftops, Ladybug glanced back at Adrien. "Enjoying the view?"

"Definitely," he replied, a genuine smile on his face. "I don’t get to see the city like this very often."

"Well, you’re in for a treat," she said, steering them towards a quieter part of the city. They swung over narrow alleys and wide boulevards, the wind rushing past them as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the city in a warm, golden glow.

Adrien tightened his grip slightly, marveling at the beauty of Paris from this vantage point. "It’s incredible," he murmured, almost to himself.

Ladybug smiled. "It really is. And you get the best seat in the house."

They continued to swing through the city, the evening air cool and refreshing. Ladybug expertly maneuvered them through the labyrinthine streets, her yo-yo guiding their path with precision. Adrien found himself relaxing, the worries of the day melting away as they flew.

As they approached his neighborhood, Ladybug slowed their pace, aiming for a particular window. "Almost home," she said, her voice light and teasing. "Wouldn’t want you to miss your curfew."

Adrien laughed. "Thanks for the concern. My father would probably ground me for life if he knew I was out here like this."

"Well, let’s make sure he doesn’t find out," she replied with a wink.

With a final, graceful swing, Ladybug brought them to a stop just outside Adrien's bedroom window. She hovered there for a moment, allowing him to get his bearings.

"Safe and sound," she announced, giving him a playful nudge. "I’d say mission accomplished."

Adrien removed his sunglasses and hat, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Ladybug. This was... amazing. Really."

"Anytime," she said, her expression softening. "It’s not every day I get to give a celebrity a lift home.” 

She giggled teasingly, enjoying the way he laughed with her. Did he have to be so cute? It was almost impossible for her to not swoop him up into a kiss. But, she had to remember that he was dating Marinette. Not Ladybug.

He grinned. "Guess I owe you one, then."

"Maybe just a little," she teased. "But seriously, if you ever need another escape route, you know where to find me."

"I’ll keep that in mind," he said, his smile warm. "Goodnight, Ladybug."

"Goodnight, Adrien," she replied, watching as he climbed through the window into his room. She waited a moment, ensuring he was safely inside, before turning to leave.

With a final wave, Adrien disappeared into his room, closing the window softly behind him. Ladybug took a deep breath, savoring the moment, before swinging away into the night. The city stretched out before her, twinkling with lights, and she felt a sense of contentment settle over her.

Helping Adrien find a bit of normalcy had made her night a little brighter, too. She swung through the streets, her heart light and a smile playing on her lips, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

[celticcrossanon]

BRF Reading - 9th of October, 2023

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 9th of October, 2023

Question: Is the Royal Foundation (allegedly) having financial difficulties.

Reading Two - Please Read with Reading One below

Note: All the cards were upright in the deck for this reading, so there are no reversals.

Interpretation: They are having to turn down opportunities because of a betrayal by Harry.

Card One: The Four of Cups

The Four of Cups is a card of rejection and discontent. The energy of this card is that The Royal Foundation has to turn down opportunities that they would otherwise, and they are not happy about it. This is one of my gossip cards, so we might see some nasty gossip about this in the future. If you look at the card, the person in the middle (Psyche) represents the Royal Foundation, and on either side of her are people telling her about all these wonderful ideas, but Psyche is just sitting there because she can't do anything about them. It looks like she is ignoring them, but the energy of the card is not of ignoring opportunities, but of not being able to take up those opportunities, like how no one is lifting the cups and drinking them.

Card Two: The Seven of Wands

This is a card of conflicts and arguments. of someone fighting off attackers to hold their ground. The energy of this card is of someone holding fast to their moral stance and ethical behaviour, despite pressure from others to agree to something that does not accord with their ethics. Wands is the suit of PR, so there could be something about publicity that is involved in all of this - I hear the words 'Don't make it public' but I'm not getting anything more.

Card Three: The Eight of Cups

This is a card of loss, both financial and emotional. The picture shows Psyche having stripped herself of all earthly goods to descend to the underworld. She is leaving those goods - the eight cups - behind her as she goes. The energy of this card is of a financial loss (the cups) that is overlaid with a deep emotional loss. Something precious emotionally is gone, like trust, or respect, or being able to depend on someone, and it is unable to be recovered. It has disappeared, like Psyche vanishing from the earth into the underworld.

Underlying Energy One: The Knight of Pentacles

Underlying Energy Two: The Ten of Swords

The Knight of Pentacles is the card for Virgo, and here it represents Harry, who is a sun sign Virgo.

The Ten of Swords is the card of betrayal. Coming after the Knight of Pentacles, this tells me that Harry was the one who performed an act of betrayal. The betrayal energy from this card is huge. Someone/s have been very deeply wounded by whatever it was Harry did.

The above energy of not being able to take up all the opportunities that you want to pursue, of fighting and of a deep emotional loss, is all based on these two underlying cards: Harry and his act of betrayal. I don't know what Harry did, but something that he did is seen as an act of such betrayal that it has shattered whatever trust, respect, reliability etc there was between him and other people in the Royal Foundation and it has meant that the The Royal Foundation is currently unable to pursue all the opportunities that it would like to pursue.

Conclusion:

The Royal Foundation may be having some financial difficulties, as they are not able to take up all the opportunities that are presented to them, and their rejection of some opportunities may be read as disinterest. There is some disagreement energy that comes across as someone holding firm in their moral stance, and someone else saying that something can not be made public. There is also a loss of 'earthly goods' that has been overshadowed by an emotional loss. All this has been caused or affected by a betrayal by Harry, a betrayal that has been felt very deeply and that has caused a shattering of whatever trust and respect the people in the Royal Foundation who know about this previously felt for Harry.