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super-clearlysaltybouquet · 10 months ago

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The One With the Blouse (2/2)

Part 2/2

Wolfstar x reader Sirius Black x reader Remus Lupin x reader Sirius Black x Remus Lupin Sirius Black x reader x Remus Lupin

Established couple (throuple)

Summary: Sirius apologises, Lily and Remus help

Warnings:

Minor angst

Hurt/comfort

Fluff

Word count: 1.5k

You trudge up the steps of the girl’s dormitory. Tonight at least you know you’ll have an empty room. After a party, Marlene and Mary tend to fall asleep on the couches by the fire. Always the last to leave, and the first to insist on helping clean up. Lily will be with James, recently endowed with prefect duties and a single room, you have no doubt he’ll be taking advantage of the privacy.

You sit in bed and hold yourself tight, calming your rushing heart, and trying desperately to cease the tears that just keep falling. Hours pass, and the loud sounds of youthful jubilance from the party below do too.

You want to believe that Sirius didn’t mean any of it. He seemed almost just as upset as you were when you left the dorm. He has a habit of self-sabotage when things start going too well, Remus did warn you about that. But you aren’t a fan of wishful thinking. It’s far easier to let yourself wallow in the believe that you three just aren’t meant to be, and that they’ll do better without your imposition.

A soft knock on the door startles you, “Y/N, can I come in?”, Lily, that can’t be right. You respond in a daze, and she steps in wordlessly, looking far too sympathetic for your liking.

“Remus said you might need some company”, she smiles.

“Did they enjoy the party?”, you ask, entirely genuine.

“They never came down”.

She moves to sit across from you on the red sheets, her fingers lost in her pockets as she pulls something out. A paper crane.

“Sirius made it for you”, she says, and your fragile heart summersaults.

You extend your hand out, and Lily drops the paper to your open palm. The moment it touches your skin the bird begins to fly. It flutters around you in circles first, then flaps its wings in place between the two of you. It’s beautiful magic, Sirius’s touch is unmistakable. The paper rearranges itself back into its basic form, a flat sheet of parchment with writing on one side.

It reads quite simply:

I’m an idiot. I’m so, so sorry. Will do better. not your fault. Sirius,

It’s not exactly poetic, or even particularly romantic, but you appreciate the sincerity. The spreading, watery ink bleeding between letters - and dark raised tearstains affirms the earnestness of the apology. Lily seems hesitant before she speaks again, but her tone is reassuring, “You know, with him these things are never personal, he used to get like this with Remus when they first started out too”, and that shocks you. They seem like a complete unit now, reading each other’s minds and silent cues in a way you haven’t mastered yet. It seems almost unbelievable to imagine the two of them at each other’s throats.

“I should go talk to them”, you sigh. Despite Sirius’s apology, you've resigned yourself to your fate. Re-playing the events of earlier tonight again and again in your mind, you can’t help but feel shameful. Maybe you overreacted, or you didn’t pay close enough attention to Sirius’s frustrations early enough. As if reading your mind:

“I understand why you’re upset; he told me what he said to you” Lily says, “If James said anything like that I don’t think I’d ever speak to him again”,

“You don’t think I should forgive him?” you ask, eyes looking back to the paper crane. The charmed parchment has re-folded itself perfectly and continues to fly.

Lily shrugs, “Sirius isn’t James, he doesn’t always mean what he says”, and somehow you find that incredibly comforting.

You walk to their dorm, paper crane in hand. Your stomach turns when you knock. There’s a rustle and a small shout from inside before the door creeks open, quicker than you’re prepared for. Remus steps out. His eyes are bright red and puffy, and looking at his hands on the wooden door you can tell he’s been picking at his fingers again. You hate to think that you might've been the cause of any of his pain. “Lily gave you the crane”, he says, half smiling now, and you think things might just be okay.

He cracks the door open further, welcoming you inside with his hand at the small of your back.

“Are you okay?”, you worry, glimpsing between his eyes and his scratched fingers,

Remus nods.

“All better now”, he says, half smile growing into nearly a grin, you believe him.

“Where’s Sirius?”, you ask.

Remus motions his head to the bathroom, and you cast him a bewildered look,

“I cast a silencing charm”, he explains, as if that really explains anything at all, “He needed to calm down”, he adds.

“So, he’s taking a bath?”,

Remus shakes his head and waves his wand. The sound of sniffling and quiet crying finds it’s way through the dorm room, slightly muffled by something indistinguishable.

“He’s got his head in the sink”, Remus says, and you really have nothing to say in response, “We had it filled with ice to keep the muggle beer right, I thought the cold would calm him down”, he elaborates, like an adoringly patient parent talking about a particularly affected toddler. Remus’s tenderness towards Sirius fills you with something light, and warm. You don’t miss the unspoken detail; Remus couldn’t bear to listen to your lover cry.

“He was in the wrong, and he really is sorry”, he says, and you don’t need to be convinced. You wonder how many times they’ve been through this, the arguments and reconciliation you’re only just learning to navigate.

Remus opens the bathroom door for you, and low and behold Sirius’s head is in the sink. Three bottles of beer are parked haphazardly in the corner of the porcelain to make up for the space a human head takes up. He’s still wearing the same blouse. His shoulder are shaking, and his hands are so white gripping the sides of the sink that they’re almost luminescent.

Remus walks up behind him, rubbing circles up and down his back. He gives you a quick encouraging glance before he’s leaning down, speaking softly into Sirius’s ear, “Sweetheart, Y/N is here to talk to you, Lily gave her your crane”.

His head shoots up from the ice, pale and wild looking, like a corpse brought to life. Hair completely drenched, and ice water dribbling off the tip of his nose. He turns to you with wide eyes, looking entirely panicked.

“I’m so, so sorry darling, I’m such bloody idiot”, he spills out, “I didn’t mean any of it, I’m not sure why I said it anyway, and then you were so upset, fuck sweetheart”, his words come out at a million miles a minute, you’re sure he’s taken your time apart to ruminate intently on his misdeeds. He takes a second to breathe, “-then Moony was upset with me too, Walburga sent me a howler yesterday and it got my mood all mixed up, I should have just talked to you, such a bloody idiot”, he pants out.

Remus hasn’t stopped circling his gentle hands up and down Sirius’s shoulders, providing a much-needed salve to the other boy’s anxiety.

“I shouldn’t have left”, You say with regret “I should’ve stayed to talk to you”,

Sirius shakes his head, sprinkles of sink water flicking off the ends of his hair, “I upset you, you had every right to take a minute to yourself”, you nod in response, grateful he isn’t holding your flightiness against you. He seems much calmer now, the ice water, Remus’s touch, and your return serving as the perfect trifecta. It’s all slightly awkward, you’re both unsure how to proceed, stuck just for now in that fumbly post-argument stage. Remus spares you a slightly desperate glance, begging silently for you to say something.

“Thank you for the crane, and the note”, you oblige.

“I meant what I wrote, I’ll do better”, he says it with conviction, and you appreciate the affirmation. “I'll do whatever you want, I’ll strip and flog myself all the way to Holyhead if-”, you interrupt him in haste, you’re not even sure he’s joking.

“-no no Sirius I forgive you, really”, his tense shoulders relax like mountains relieved of their own weight, and in the corner of your eye you think Remus’s do too.

“You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”, he questions,

“No, I mean it, honest”, and you lift your hand up beside your face, mimicking the action of taking some sort of oath. It puts a slight smile on Sirius’s face. “Come here”, you say, and he collapses into you, initiating the tightest hug of your life. He’s wet and cold, but you couldn’t care less, glad to have him back in your arms.

“Next time, please just tell me if I’m being too fussy, and I’ll give you a bit of space”, you say, muffled practically inside Sirius’s armpit. You feel him nod emphatically, “I promise”.

A warmth has returned to the dorm, and the red and gold accents of the room are suddenly more vibrant. The three of you stay up for a while, just holding one another, and talking softly into each other’s skin.

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tanishark · 5 months ago

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𝐴 𝐷𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛:

𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊'𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒖𝒛 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏.

Introduction:

Tanisha Chōdhori (長泥 - 谷西砂, Chōdhori Tanisha) is a Human that is a Fullbringer with Shinigami powers, she is the former warden of the central great underground prison, notably the warden of Muken and the former 5th seat of the First Division Of the Gotei 13 under Captain- Commander Shunsui Kyōraku. She is the current Saikyō No Josei and 22nd head of the Chōdhori Clan. Tanisha is also the Chairwoman and former Vice-Chairwoman of the Saisei no Mori Medical Institution which was founded by her father, Raiten Chōdhori. She is also a doctor and a neurosurgeon. Tanisha is married to Sōsuke Aizen and they have three children named Kai Aizen, Aria Aizen and Silvie Aizen.

Apperance:

Slender and abundantly endowed, Tanisha possesses a complexion of light hue coupled with onyx orbs. Approximately fifteen years antecedent to Aizen's emancipation, she habitually dons the conventional shihakushō attire. Adorning her locks with a black headband, Tanisha arranges her jet-black hair that had dark blue layers into a slightly disheveled bun, secured by the sealed state of Kurisutaru no hōyō, manifesting as a resplendent amalgamation of blue and amethyst crystalline water lily ornament. Her attire is further accentuated by diminutive boots and ebony arm bracers.Three years antecedent to Aizen's liberation, during her tenure as an officer, Tanisha adopts a sleeveless variation of the shihakushō attire, augmented by a lengthy iteration of a scarlet haori, bedecked with the emblem of Mizuhanakagami, symbolizing the water lily emblematic of the Chōdhori lineage.

Subsequent to Aizen's liberation from the depths of Muken, Tanisha's luxuriant ebony tresses cascade freely, framed by curtain bangs framing her visage. While retaining the shihakushō garb, she accessorizes with a chain-bound belt, clasping the Muken Jūkyū no Kagi about her slender waist, complemented by thigh-high obsidian boots.One year post-Aizen's emancipation, Tanisha opts for a light azure blazer accompanied by coordinated trousers, occasionally donning her physician's coat during her sojourns within the human realm. Within the confines of her abode, she favors a resplendent silver robe, securing her tresses in a casual ponytail, occasionally embellished with sapphire droplet earrings, likely bestowed by Aizen himself.

Personality:

Tanisha is blunt as she can come off as stoic or robotic-like at times because she has the idea not many like her personality because of what she went through in her childhood, being silenced and scolded at. Criticism from those around her affected Tanisha deeply, having developed a mental detachment and mental exhaustion early on. Due to her early indifference to the emotions of others, she was quick to judge others and to think of ways she can bend situations to her advantages. Tanisha looks down upon anyone who's weak or someone she thinks of a rival, such as Sui-feng, whom she feels is inferior to her.

Tanisha was originally an extraverted, bold and ambitious personality and got along with almost anyone in the ranks of soul society or in the human realm. In her early days, she'd create conflicts and drama about the Gotei 13, which earned her some -what of a bad reputation and exasperation from Nanao Ise and many of the captains. Tanisha felt pressure to change from the Gotei 13, already having been berated for coming from the Chōdhori clan that has an infamous history of sabotaging the Shiba clan. This led to Tanisha shutting everyone off, therefore developing her mental detachment. However, she started reverting to her previous personality when meeting Sōsuke Aizen who lifted her condition through his influence.Like most other shinigami women, she is a member of the shinigami women's association. She's infatuated with Aizen and her loyalty to him is unwavering, she grew up hearing stories from her father of Aizen's manipulations and defection from the soul society, Tanisha grew up believing him to be a legend which drove her to her later ambitions.As Kyoraku's pupil and then his 5th seat, Tanisha treasured their time together. Kyoraku taught Tanisha many of her abilities she's most proficient in now, such as her mastery and knowledge over Kidō and all the spells in existence. However, Tanisha felt what she and Kyoraku had was nothing to what she could have with Aizen, thus freeing him when she was appointed the warden.

History:

Tanisha Chōdhori was born on November 3rd, 1998 as the daughter of Chairman Raiten Chōdhori and Journalist Shuhua Chōdhori in Kagamino City. Her brother Daisuke Chōdhori was born four years after her. Tanisha and Daisuke grew up in their family's Hidden Estate in their early years. Without notice, Tanisha would regularly visit her father's workplace, the Saisei no Mori Medical Institution which was situated on the outskirts of the city, approximately 10 miles away from the Hidden Estate. Since the Saisei no Mori Medical Institution is actually a refuge and clinic for exiled Shinigami to heal, Tanisha was exposed to spiritual power from the age of four, this led to her father coming clean about her background and heritage.

Her father would also teach her stories about the Soul Society. At the age of five, Tanisha and her family had moved to Karakura Town as Raiten believed this was a good move to expose Tanisha further to her heritage and where she can learn more about Spiritual Energy. Through her childhood and training with her father, Tanisha mastered Reiatsu control. Tanisha had fully developed her Fullbring ability, Shitai Asobi and was already developing her Shinku No Chinura Reta Ami and Midori No Kurisutaru Fukusen techniques as well.

After completing her education at the Mashiba J.H School, she also had enrolled in Karakura High School and took an internship in the Karakura Hospital under Ryūken Ishida as she aspired to be a doctor from a young age. Tanisha also had unlocked her Shinigami powers when Daisuke was attacked by a hollow, she manages to defeat the hollow and saved her brother with the assistance of her Zanpakuto spirit, Kurisutaru no hōyō.Around this time, a researcher of the Shinigami Research and Development Institute took interest in Tanisha's crystalline based abilities that were unfamiliar to the shinigami, the member of the Shinigami Research and Development Institute had experimented with Tanisha's DNA and remnants of hollowfication, creating a hollowfied and replicated clone of Tanisha who Tanisha herself had to beat by achieving her bankai, Kesshō Korosu Hakai as the clone shared merely the same shikai abilities as her, but not her bankai.

After this battle, Tanisha was taken under Captain - Commander Shunsui Kyoraku's wings as he saw her potential and she studied under him temporarily for twelve years until the age of twenty-seven. Tanisha had also been a subject of skepticism for her powerful yet innovative inventions in Soul Society.Tanisha eventually became the 5th seated officer for three years and a Kidō instructor at the Shin'ō Academy. Tanisha was bestowed the title, "Saikyō no josei," due to her unparalleled power and strength. She had also completed her medical studies and became a surgeon specializing in Neurology. Tanisha moved back to Kagamino City and started residing in the Hidden Estate once more, though alone as her parents and brother remain traveling the world. Tanisha also became responsible for managing the Saisei no Mori Medical Institution, initially as a Vice-Chairwoman and eventually as the Chairwoman in her father's absence as the Chairman.

TCACLOM Novel Plot:

Three years after Tanisha is discharged from her position of the 5th seat of the 1st division, she is appointed the warden of the Central Great Underground Prison, particularly the lowest level of the prison, Muken. Shunsui Kyoraku gives her authorization to the nineteen keys, the same keys capable of undoing Aizen's seals and straps placed on him. Initially, Tanisha felt excitement and a tinge of guilt for planning to betray Kyoraku, but nevertheless, she goes on with her plans.

The time Aizen and Tanisha first meet, Aizen is curious as to why he suddenly has gained a warden. Tanisha reassures him that the central 46 had passed a judgement to keep Muken secure, and they had chosen her as the warden through Kyoraku's suggestion.

However, Aizen, ever keenly observant, could tell Tanisha had a secret grand plan. Aizen is guarded against by Tanisha for an unexpected extent of 15 days. Those days, Tanisha would closely guard Aizen and question him about his fate, his plans, and his goals all while she is managing and overseeing correctional facilities; administering policies and procedures; directing security, housing, and facility operations; and supervising the central great underground prison to see if he aligns with the idea she had of him since she was a child, learning his manipulations and power over the Gotei 13.

On the fifteenth day, Tanisha snook into Aizen's cell, claiming she will free him and that he will achieve his redemption, as she firmly states no being like him should be pulled down to such a lowly place. Tanisha mused to Aizen how she'd give him a life hidden from the soul society, but on one condition; he must escape and elope with her. Aizen is taken aback before he regained his composure, agreeing to the deal they had sealed. Tanisha undid the nineteen keyholes on the ground with her nineteen keys, which she then bent and destroyed with her immense spiritual pressure.

Whilst leading Aizen out of the central great underground prison, they encounter Kyoraku and Shinji and they have a confrontation and fight. However, Aizen and Tanisha had the upper hand and won. Tanisha and Aizen make their escape and elope to the hidden estate, her later taking Aizen's name.Months later, during the births of Aizen and Tanisha's children, the newfound and inherited ability named, "Saimin Saikuru," (Hypnosis Cycle) was established within the Aizen family. This is due to Aizen being fused with his own zanpakuto, Kyoka Suigetsu. His children, Kai, Aria, and Silvie had all inherited the essence of Kyoka Suigetsu, thus inherited the Complete Hypnosis, "Kanzen Saimin" technique that Aizen's so well known for.

Inventions:

Chūsei Bakuhatsu (中世爆発, Neutrality Blast): This spell engulfs the opponent into a massive column of reiatsu in zero gravity, anyone who gets engulfed will be electrocuted and their energy is stolen.

Mon No Gādian (モンノーガーディアン. The Guardian's Gate): Tanisha had created Mon No Gādian from Bakudo-inspired barriers to design a barrier that is completely under her control to protect The Hidden Estate from infiltration.

Gyaku No Kanzen Saimin (逆催眠, Reversal Of Complete Hypnosis): This technique is basically a contra to aizen's shikai, so aizen's shikai doesn't work on Tanisha at all. Tanisha developed this technique as a way of stating her decision to free Aizen was her own, not through Aizen's hypnosis.

Kesshō No Hahen (結晶の破片, Crystalline Shards): Tanisha wears her Kesshō No Hahen up in her voluminous sleeves as backup. These shards are sharper and cut deeper than knives, they inflict major wounds at opponents with a mere strike.

Gomakashi Reiryoku (ごまかし霊力, Spiritual Power Subterfuge): This technique is capable of manipulating the Reiryoku within other souls, Tanisha is able to completely shut off the Reiryoku of her opponent so her opponent would not be able to power their attacks. Tanisha is also capable of inserting or extracting Reiryoku within a soul's body. However, Tanisha is only capable of manipulating the Reiryoku of a single opponent, meaning she can't use this technique on multiple opponents.

Modified Human Shell Gigai: Tanisha modified Kisuke Urahara's Gigai by adjusting the Gigai to include sensor blockers through an embedded Reiryoku matrix, meaning the Gigai now has a complex network of Reiryoku channels embedded within its synthetic flesh. These channels would be attuned to the Shinigami's specific spiritual signature and continuously reinforce their powers, making it difficult for the Gigai to deactivate the Shinigami's powers. This ensures the Shinigami in question would have no risk of losing their powers.

Equipment:

Muken Jūkyū no Kagi (無間十九の鍵, Nineteen keys of Muken): The Nineteen keys of Muken used to be hung from Tanisha's chained belt, the keys were evenly distributed along the belt, each hanging independently. The belt has a secure clasp mechanism, ensuring that the keys remained in place while allowing Tanisha easy access when needed.

Powers & Abilities:

Master Swordsman: Tanisha is master of swordsmanship, possessing flawless skills while being able to perform lethal attacks.Whip Expert: Tanisha's blade undergoes a shift into the form of a long whip that Tanisha can use for long range attacks. The whip is infused with an unfamiliar energy that is capable of exterminating attacks.

Whip Expert: Tanisha's blade undergoes a shift into the form of a long whip that Tanisha can use for long range attacks. The whip is infused with an unfamiliar energy that is capable of exterminating attacks.

Kidō Master: Tanisha has incredible skill and power in Kidō. She can cast several high-level spells in quick succession and has immense intellect in the art of kidō, having mastered all spells including Hado, Bakudo, and Kaido through her training with kyoraku, however having not yet mastered Hado 90 Kurohitsugi or Hado 99 Goryūtenmetsu. Tanisha became a common practitioner of Hado 78 Zangerin which she had adopted from Kyoraku. Tanisha taught her self-made spells, Chusei and Chusei Bakuhatsu to Sosuke Aizen. Sosuke Aizen had taught Tanisha Kurohitsugi and Goryūtenmetsu, thus establishing her reputation as the master of the kidō arts, having learned every spell in existence.

Hadō (破道, Way of Destruction): Tanisha is highly proficient in Hadō, having mastered spells graded on a scale of 1 to 99.

Gisei Hadō (犠牲破道, Sacrificial Way of Destruction): Having mastered forbidden spells such Ittō Kasō, Tanisha can sacrifice a certain portion of herself order to use it.

Kaidō (回道, Turn Way): Tanisha is proficient in restoring reiatsu in the patient's body, and she is capable of healing efficiently.Bakudō (縛道, Way of Binding): Tanisha excellent in the category of defensive spells which block/repel attacks.

Barriers (結界, Kekkai): Tanisha has shown efficiency in focusing her spiritual Energy formed into a solid form of energy as a barrier. She demonstrated this ability when she had created Mon No Gādian as a barrier for protection against the outside world.Seals (封, Fū): Tanisha is proficient in her sealing as her seals are usually unbreakable.

Hanki (反鬼, Reverse Demon): This technique is used by Tanisha in most her battles. It nullifies an opponent's Kidō by hitting it with a Kidō of perfectly opposite speed and energy. The technique can neutralize an opponent's movements.

Kidō Creation: Being well-versed in the branches of Kidō arts and knowing every single spell ranging from the scale of 1 to 99, Tanisha can create her own Kidō creations. She demonstrates this by creating original spells such as Chūsei Bakuhatsu, Mon Nō Gådian, and Gyaku Nō Kanzen Saimin.

Genius Intellect: One of Tanisha's prominent traits is her tremendous intellect. She is well-versed in the history, strategy, and tactics of Soul Society, and is privy to knowledge unknown to many, she is well-versed in the abilities and powers of her fellow allies and adversaries alike, knowing their hidden moves as she has memorized the information about their records, hidden strengths, and weaknesses through years of investigation since she was a mere child.

Master Strategist & Tactician: Tanisha is a highly perceptive fighter, almost immediately determining an opponent's attack patterns and weaknesses. She is a crafty tactician and an strategize on the spot.

Immense Spiritual Power:: She can exert tremendous levels of Spiritual Pressure that can be felt from a great distance, and it has the tendency to make people perspire in fear Her reiatsu is distinctly silver.

Shunpo Master: Tanisha's shunpo is extremely fast, as she and Sosuke Aizen were able to evade from Captain Shinji Hirako and Captain Commander, Kyoraku Shunsui during their confrontation after tanisha freed aizen from muken right away. Tanisha and Aizen managed to escape faraway estate hideout in the human realm due to Tanisha's shunpo matching the agility of Aizen himself.

Hakuda Master: Tanisha can take on average armed opponents or those that are many times bigger than her size, she can dismantle her opponents weapons and grab them with a mere finger.

Hiraizumi (平泉, Level Fountain): Hiraizumi is the hakuda technique the Chōdhori clan specializes in, the term evokes the calmness and stability within during the intense combat. Hiraizumi enables members of the Chōdhori clan to swiftly incapacitate opponents with pinpoint accuracy, exploiting their vulnerabilities with surgical precision in a calm state of mind and soul. Tanisha, as a Chōdhori, is able to perform this technique.

Immortality: Once Seishin no Eikyū is activated, Tanisha becomes effectively immortal. Her soul and life force are perpetually sustained by the crystalline energy within her, preventing natural aging and rendering her immune to death by conventional means. Even if her physical body is destroyed, her soul can regenerate a new body from the crystalline essence, ensuring her continuous existence.

Fullbring:

Shitai Asobi (死体遊び, Corpse Play): Tanisha's Fullbring grants her the extraordinary ability to manipulate and utilize any form of a body as an object within matter, she does this by utilizing either her or her opponent's bodies as the object on the receiving end. With a profound connection to the essence of life and decay, Tanisha can harness this power for nurturing, healing, or controlled decay—a practice that extends to both regeneration and reverse regeneration through crystallization.

Shinku No Chinura Reta Ami (深紅の血塗られた網, Crimson Bloodied Net): Tanisha injects crimson crystalline energy into her bloodstream, allowing it to intertwine with her blood. Subsequently, when her opponent inflicts injury upon her, causing her to bleed, the mingled crimson energy within her blood reacts upon contact with the opponent, transforming the spilled blood into a blood net that ensnares and induces decay upon the trapped target, effecting a reverse regeneration process.

Midori No Kurisutaru Fukusen (翠のクリスタル輸液, Emerald Crystal Infusion): By harnessing the crimson crystalline energy within her body, Tanisha is capable of transmuting it into vibrant green waves of crystalline energy. These waves flow through her body, serving to heal and regenerate her injuries, ensuring her swift recovery during combat situations.

Seishin no Eikyū (精神の永久, Eternity of the Spirit): After marrying Aizen and having a family, Tanisha was driven by a need to achieve Immortality to forever live with her husband and children, therefore, she developed this technique. Seishin no Eikyū, allows her to achieve true immortality by binding her essence to the crystalline energy within her body. This process involves the fusion of her soul with her crystalline powers, creating a self-sustaining cycle of life and regeneration.

Zanpakuto:

Kurisutaru no hōyō (クリスタルの抱擁, Crystal Hug): Kurisutaru no hōyō is usually depicted as a katana. Kurisutaru no Hōyō, in its sealed state, takes the form of a blue and amethyst crystalline water lily hairpin on Tanisha's hair, the stem is gold with embedded diamonds and carvings of crescent moons. In it's unsealed state, the blade takes the form of a Katana, the blade itself is a pristine crystalline structure, giving off a faint, ethereal glow. The hilt is wrapped in a luxurious deep green leather wrap, providing comfortable grip for tanisha when wielding. The only decoration is the tsuba, which is a hexagon. The two sides parallel to the blade are long, whereas the four sides above and below the blade are shortened, making it into almost a diamond or prism-like shape. It has a green handle. The tsuba, in harmony with the crystalline blade, features hues of silver and translucent greens, mimicking the colors found in natural crystals. The green handle complements the overall design, providing a subtle yet captivating contrast against the radiant crystal blade.

Shikai: It is triggered by the command, "Crystallize!" (結晶化する, Kesshō-ka suru) Tanisha runs her hand through her blade, causing the blade's hilt to turn silver and for the entire blade to become cold to the touch, embodying the essence of crystals that are naturally cold to the touch due to thermal inertia. With the release of the blade, a subtle jangling of crystals announces the use of the blade.

Shikai Special Ability: The special ability of Kurisutaru no hōyō is Kanzen'na Kesshō-Ka (完全な結晶化, Complete Crystallization); It can manipulate crystals and crystalline essence with endless possibilities, however it has seven main functions and techniques. Tanisha is able to perform offensive attacks or defensive barriers and structures, also being able to utilize the sound, temperatures, environments, reflections, glass, transparency, and illusions all at once through the manipulation of crystal elements.

Kyokushō Kesshō (極小結晶, Miniscule Crystal): Kurisutaru no hōyō traps the air molecules in miniature crystal shards in the atmosphere of the skies and shattered the air molecules, causing all the force to repel to tanisha's blade as she uses this force to use her immense gold reiatsu to land blows fused with the impact of the force and reiatsu.

Tōmei No En (透明の円, Transparent Circle): Tanisha draws a circle on the ground beneath her using her blade, the circle radiates immense reiatsu when the technique is released, but the circle is outlined by transparent Crystals with fewer defects, impurities, or irregularities in their structure that make them transparent to the Naked Eye. The crystals are summoned and grow in the circle whilst being transparent, they repel to tanisha's blade's newfound chains hanging from the Hilt of her blade at her command. Tanisha utilized these transparent crystals into her offensive attacks by weaving the sharp shards of the transparent crystals into her slashes and blows against the Opponent that won't notice her transparent crystals hanging from a chain on the Hilt of her blade that manages to severe the attacks because the opponent can't see the crystal.

Han'ei suru (反映する, Reflect): Kurisutaru no hōyō is adorned with reflective crystals could deflect or redirect magical attacks. Tanisha as it's wielder could use these blades strategically to bounce spells back at her opponents.

Kesshō Sen (結晶鞭, Crystal Whips): Kurisutaru no hōyō is capable to take on the form of a crystalline whip, the whip appears as if it's crafted from fragile glass, when in contrast, the whip leave permanent damages and harsh wounds that are unhealable. The whip also branches out into multiple smaller whips, creating a cascade of strikes that overwhelm opponents as they experience the excruciating sensation of shattering glass coursing through their body, inflicting pain as sharp and piercing as shards of broken crystal.

Suishō no oto (水晶の音, Sound Of The Quartz): This technique utilizes Crystals that resonate with specific frequencies could be incorporated into Tanisha's blade. When swung, Kurisutaru no hōyō can emit powerful sound waves capable of disorienting or incapacitating foes or objects and Kidō. This technique's sound waves are so strong, they can break out of the hardest barriers or even Hado 90 Kurohitsugi's black coffin.

Kesshō no sakkaku (結晶の錯覚, Illusions Of The Crystalline): This technique of Kurisutaru no hōyō uses Crystals with illusionary properties that could create illusions or mirages during combat, confusing enemies about the real location and movement of the blade.

Hōkai Saisei (崩壊再生, Crystalline Disintegration & Resurgence): Tanisha taps into Kurisutaru no Hōyō's power to de-crystallize objects, imbuing them with a new animated existence. This technique allows her to selectively disintegrate crystalline structures, turning them into animated entities under her control. The de-crystallized fragments, now released from their rigid form, take on new life. The crystalline essence is transformed into animated entities, ranging from small constructs to larger, more intricate creations.The effectiveness of Hōkai Saisei is limited by the complexity and size of the original crystalline structure. Extremely intricate or massive structures may require more skill and concentration to animate successfully.

Bankai: Kesshō Korosu Hakai ( 結晶殺すハカイ Crystal Kill Destruction): It is triggered by the command, "Shatter, Kesshō Korosu Hakai!" (砕け, 結晶殺すハカイ) Upon uttering the release command, Tanisha infuses her blade with an overwhelming surge of reiatsu. As she runs her hand along the hilt, the katana undergoes a profound transformation. The blade extends into an elongated, wider version of its original form, emanating a radiant glow that casts a luminous sheen across the battlefield. The once compact katana transforms into a more formidable weapon with an extended and wider blade. The crystalline structure becomes even more intricate, reflecting the mastery of Tanisha's spiritual power. Five chains, each adorned with crystalline lanks, dangle from various points along the elongated blade. These chains serve as conduits for the crystalline energy and play a crucial role in Tanisha's ability to shape and control the metaphysical. In Tanisha's bankai form, she goes through a transformation. Tanisha's outfit is composed of a pristine white corset, an off-the-shoulder ruffled blouse, and a flowing skirt, all crafted from various delicate fabrics. She also wears a necklace. The structured corset, featuring vertical boning and adorned with silver buttons, creates an hourglass silhouette, while its scalloped, lace-trimmed edge adds femininity. The blouse's voluminous ruffled neckline and long, fitted, ribbed sleeves contrast with the sleek lines of the corset, extending into subtly flared wrists, complemented by soft white fur accents that evoke a sense of luxury. The skirt, made of lightweight fabric, features a high slit revealing a portion of the leg, lined with intricate lace that matches the blouse and corset. Expertly draped and ruched, the skirt enhances the body's natural curves with gentle folds and pleats, creating dynamic texture. She also adorns white thigh-high boots which compliments her outfit. The outfit's white color palette, with shades and textures of white, and silver details, emphasizes its pure and angelic theme. In contrast to the overall white theme, three crystalline rose ornaments adorn Tanisha's hair in a rose-shaped bun.

Bankai special ability: Tanisha gains the power to crystallize the impossible and metaphysical. She can create objects, weapons, or constructs of incredible complexity and imagination using her crystalline energy. Tanisha's crystalline energy holds destructive potential. She can shatter and disintegrate both physical and metaphysical barriers, rendering seemingly invincible defenses into fragments. Objects and weapons formed from crystalline energy materialize at Tanisha's will. This ability allows her to summon intricate structures, weapons of unique design, or even beings made entirely of crystalline energy.

Seitoshi no subete ga kesshō-ka shita kesshō hime no tamashī (生と死のすべてが結晶化した結晶姫の魂, The Soul Of The Crystalline Princess, Life And Death Has Been Crystallized): Tanisha gains the power to encase her opponents' souls in crystal, effectively immobilizing them and rendering their abilities useless. Additionally, she can channel the energy of these crystallized souls to enhance her own strength and speed, making her a formidable force on the battlefield. However, the true mastery of her Bankai lies in its ability to purify corrupted souls, restoring balance to the spiritual realm and bringing peace to both the living and the deceased.

Weaknesses:

Hearing Requirement : For the 5th technique, Suishō no oto to work, the technique should be used on opponents who can hear well. This technique will not work if the opponent in question is deaf.

Trivia:

Tanisha told Aizen she'd free him from Muken on one condition; if he'd marry her. This was because Tanisha being initially detached from emotions, hadn't felt emotion in a while until her meetings with Aizen whenever she'd guard against him and because Aizen would manipulate her feelings and desires, she felt clueless to navigate these emotions again, but she knew she'd be able to explore her feelings with Aizen if he were to stay by her side. In return, she offered him freedom and liberation from Isolation in Muken.

Tanisha nicknamed Kai by "Sosuke Jr." Aria the name, "Natori" and Silvie the name, "Cherine".

Tanisha was referred to be the "Warden Of Muken," more than "Warden Of The Central Underground Prison," as she was only guarding Muken, as the other levels of the prison were clear of criminals. This is also why Tanisha only carried the Muken Jūkyū no Kagi (無間十九の鍵, Nineteen keys of Muken.)

As a child, hearing stories of Sōsuke Aizen from her father, a younger tanisha would come to the conclusion of Aizen being a lonely individual that was lost in his pursuit of power, she claimed he sounds like a lost bear cub, therefore playfully nicknaming Aizen, "Mayoguma".

Tanisha's childhood role models were Ryuken Ishida and Uryu Ishida, who inspired Tanisha to pursue her medical studies and eventually, her career as a doctor.

The theme song chosen for Tanisha is 'I' by artist Taeyeon.

#sosuke aizen #tanisha chodhori #aitani #bleach #aizen sosuke #aizen x tanisha #bleach ships #bleach tcaclom #tanisha chōdhori #AiTani #Aizen x Tanisha

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Vedic Astrology Observations

Uttarashada natives often have very mongoose like features (esp face shape) since mongoose is its yoni animal. Often times these natives have a very small head.

Jessica Parker Kennedy is an Uttarashada Moon

Jennie is UA sun & Jane Levy is UA moon. Notice how they both have a similar eye shape and tapered chin.

2. Punarvasu girlies have such doll like faces. Punarvasu is considered the most feminine nakshatra and I think that impacts the physiognomy of its natives, giving them very cute, dainty, hyper feminine features.

Isabella Moner & Billie Lourd are both Punarvasu sun

Both Karina & Miranda Kerr are Punarvasu moon

3. Hasta Moon women are celebrated for their femininity in the world of entertainment. Since Hasta is ruled by the Moon, these natives are endowed with pleasant demeanour and natural vibrancy.

Dita Von Teese, who is known for emulating a hyper feminine 1930s starlet glamour, has Hasta sun & mercury (her moon is in another feminine nak of Mrigashira while her Ketu resides in yet another feminine nak of Punarvasu)

Bae Suzy, who is known as "First Love of the Nation" in South Korea, because her youthfulness and innocence reminds people of their "first love" has Hasta sun.

A lot of Bollywood actresses have big 3 Hasta placements, Katrina Kaif, Kriti Sanon, Tamanna Bhatia and Tara Sutaria are all Hasta moon.

(I'll probably make a separate post about this but these women fit North Indian beauty standards and Moon dominant women are always considered the North Indian ideal)

(Notice how all of them have slightly thin long noses and big-ish foreheads and an elongated eye shape?)

Anne Hathaway, Emma Stone, Ariana Grande, Kate Winslet, Karlie Kloss, Anya Chalotra, Lili Reinhart, Kristen Bell, Isabelle Adjani are all Hasta moons and most of them are known for their grace and elegance, while others are known for their girl next door persona.

4. Uttarashada & Purvashada natives are drawn to grandness, luxury and big gestures. In music, I've noticed how many musicians who make music that synthesizes and integrates many diverse sounds, genres and perhaps cultural influences often have Uttarashada placements.

Ryuichi Sakamoto, who often mixed electronic music with African, Chinese, Indian (and many others) music and was known for his "East Meets West" style had Uttarashada sun.

Daft Punk, the French electronic music duo is also known for mixing funk, synth pop, techno, disco and other genres with electronic music. The duo consists of Thomas Bangalter, who has Purvashada Sun, Uttaradhada Mercury & Venus, and Guy Manuel de Homem Christo has Uttarashada Venus.

Cher, who was also known for working across genres has Purvashada moon.

Damon Albarn, who created the virtual band Gorillaz has Uttarashada moon.

Bjork who is known for her unique music has Purvashada Venus

5. A lot of musicians who have a robotic/virtual reality/futuristic concept often have Uttara bhadrapada, Punarvasu and Revati placements.

Guy from Daft Punk is UBP rising with Punarvasu saturn.

Damon Albarn who created the virtual band Gorillaz has UBP sun, Revati saturn amatyakaraka.

Grimes, known for her aliencore, cyberpunk sound/aesthetic has UBP sun

6. Punarvasu natives often make very airy,soft, gentle, "glam" music. They're often very synth heavy and very inspired by 80s esque retro pop. Kali Uchis who has Punarvasu sun, Dua Lipa, Chaka Khan and Mariah Carey who have Punarvasu moon are good examples.

(Notice how even these pictures radiate a very similar glittery, retro glam aesthetic)

#vedic astrology #vedic astro notes #astro observations #astro notes #sidereal astrology #nakshatras #music astrology #astro beauty

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witchthewriter · 1 year ago

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hi! I know you've been doing a lot of these recently but if you could do a birth chart for the marauders I would absolutely love that 💕 whenever you get the time ofc I know you're busy and you still put out a lot of content despite that so, props to you for that!!! 😊

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭! (𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈, 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝!)

I also have to give a lot of credit to @astrowitch.

𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈

𝑬𝑵𝑭𝑱 | 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡

Also known as the Mentor, ENFJs are insightful, empathetic, encouraging, and kind. Some other characters with this personality are Margaery Tyrell, Donna Paulsen, Queenie Goldstein, Mufasa, Elle Woods and Moana.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅

People with this alignment believe in doing the right thing no matter what 'side' they're on. They help others because they have the desire to do so, not because the law or anyone else, tells them to do it. They know laws can be unjust, so they do not blindly follow them. Most protagonists have this alignment.

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔

One of the Major Arcana Tarot Cards, this card embodies growth, divinity, celebration and evolution. It represents abundance and material comfort, sensuality, security and emotional support. With An Aquarius Sun (open-minded, free-spirited, rebellious), Cancer Moon (intuitive, insightful, motherly) and Taurus Venus (this is the card's zodiac). Lily is feminine and doesn't rid herself of it to pursue her brilliance. She also doesn't put other girls down for being feminine or for not.

𝐒𝐔𝐍

𝑨𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔

Imaginative, idealistic, and intellectual. This is the wise, old grandparent of the zodiac. Why? Aquarius is an evolved sign endowed with wisdom, patience and self-control. Second-to-last in the zodiac. Aquarius holds its head high with confidence in its ideas and opinions like a grandparent who has lived a full life of experiences and learned the lessons that have provided wisdom, patience and clear judgment.

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓

The Moon aspect exaggerates or overemphasizes the qualities of said zodiac. In this case, the Moon exaggerates the Cancer zodiac, which is ... a hundred times more emphasized because the Moon is Cancer's ruling planet. Someone with this placement has emotional maturity, someone who is good in family situations, and someone who attracts a lot of attention without being overbearing or overtly trying to get attention.

𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓

𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒐

Virgo is an Earth sign; the other two - Taurus & Capricorn, are on either end of the spectrum. Virgo is like the middle ground - they love getting into the details of things, of People with this placement are difficult people to get to know. They're intimidating without trying to be. and can seemingly see through your soul and uncover your intentions.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘

𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓

Mercury represents the way we think and its position in element and house shows how we reason, pointing towards thoughts that preoccupy our entire existence. People with Mercury in Cancer have a soft and emotional approach to logic and communication.

People with this placement are great at expressing their emotions and have a way of making people comfortable with deep conversations. They don’t like small talk, which can make them put up a wall. Instead, they open up and relax when they are in the presence of other people who can go “there.” As an intuitive, sign, someone with Mercury in Cancer seems to always know the right thing to say, even in a delicate situation.

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒

𝑻𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒖𝒔

It's particularly fitting that Lily has a Taurus Venus, as that is the zodiac card for The Empress (I didn't do it on purpose btw). Taurus is ruled by Venus, so when Venus is located within the constellation itself, the sensual stereotypes of both sign and planet expand exponentially. A Taurus Venus is incredibly touchy-feely and desirous of physical connection. They’re also very feet-to-the-earth partners, craving stability and reliability.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝑮𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊

The Mars aspect reveals the inner workings of our mind. It represents what makes us angry and how we express that anger. Our desires and how we go about getting them. The sign position of Mars reveals much about our basic animal nature. Mars in Gemini means a person is a highly intellectual and communicative placement. These people are great at debating, they love interaction and talking about all things.

𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈

𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑷 | 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑢𝑟

Charming, brazen, roguish, adventurous, quick-witted, observant. This type is also known as the Daredevil. They're thrill-seekers, impulsive, energetic and very clever. Very influential and persuasive, they often become the leaders of the group - though they rarely like being so. Other ESTP characters include Jaime Lannister, Aquaman, Amy Pond, Han Solo, Robin Hood and Jennifer Check.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅

Like the characters Robin Hood, the 11th Doctor and Mary Poppins, James Potter is also a Chaotic Good. That can be a bit murky with his interactions with Snape - he was definitely a bully and that cannot be denied. But ultimately, when it's good against evil, James is a Chaotic Good. The upside of this alignment is that they will do absolutely everything in their power not only to help innocence, but bring about change if they can.

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝑲𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔

This card represents a person who is assertive, hasty, confident, self-assured and a tad aggressive (also a bit of a bully). Once the knight sets forth towards his goals, there is absolutely no stopping him. He doesn't see - and he doesn't care - about any upcoming challenges.

𝐒𝐔𝐍

𝑳𝒆𝒐

Proud, bold and creative. Leos are truly natural-born leaders. They are charismatic, dramatic, energetic, passionate and full of life. Leos maintain a “king of the jungle” dynamic in almost every social group they are a part of. Fixed Fire which means they are dramatic, courageous, arrogant, and charismatic. Ruling planet: The Sun. Associated with Zeus.

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

𝑳𝒆𝒐

A Leo Sun is very different to a Leo Moon. But having a double Leo in one's chart means ... you exude a very bold, brazen and dramatic persona. And that is exactly how James is. Don't be intimidated by that though, because Leo's can be one of the most loyal signs there is. Also, Moon in Leo people are not necessarily outgoing. This can balance James, and keep him from being too much.

𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓

𝑮𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊

Gemini Rising people love to ask questions, to move around freely, and to mingle. They have a big curiosity! Definitely restless and often quick in physical expression, natives of the Gemini Ascendant exude an air of impatience even if they don’t mean it. Quick-witted and possessing the gift of the gab, Gemini Rising is charming and talkative as well.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘

𝑨𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

Ruled by Mars, the planet of action, Mercury in Aries people speak quickly and sometimes without thinking first. People with this placement are passionate in their expressions. They are honest and direct which is great in some situations, but can be harsh in others. Mercury in Aries communicators make quick decisions–so quick that you might think they don’t much like thinking things over. The truth is, Aries communicators don’t have a lot of patience for mulling. Their decisions are often driven by the need for instant gratification.

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒

𝑳𝒆𝒐

When Venus Leo people are in love, they are proud, even boastful. They love to court and be courted, and they need to feel very special. Pleasing Venus in Leo involves paying lots of attention to them. They love to be adored, pampered and admired. They have a strong ego and want to feel like they are needed.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝑨𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

Mars is at home in the sign of Aries, act first, then figure out the rest later. People with this energy are unafraid to take action and often tend to be quite courageous. However, that can also make them quite brash and impulsive — diving in first and thinking about it later.

𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈

𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑷 | 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑉𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑜𝑠𝑜

Many say Sirius is an ESTP like James, but I don't necessarily think so. There's more darkness, more mystery with Sirius - and James loves humour, he likes keeping things light-hearted and fun. Sirius is observant, analytical, and detached to most things; besides that which he loves.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅

When it comes down to it, Sirius is Chaotic Good to his very core. He doesn't want to hurt the innocent, but trauma has skewed his way of thinking at times. He detests authority and believes freedom is the only way a person can feel true happiness. Because of how he grew up, especially.

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅

I chose to use this card, particularly in reverse, because of the message of inner truth, and quiet power. The message is that you either are or you need, to find your inner power and truth. This is very real for Sirius, in the sense that he was trapped by his family both physically and mentally. Part of his story is that he broke out, he knew hat he believed and it didn't line up with his family. He didn't want to be involved in their filthy opinions.

𝐒𝐔𝐍

𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒊𝒐

When the Sun is found in the mysterious sign of Scorpio, the emphasis is on the subtle and profound. Motivated by a need for emotional closeness, Scorpios seek connection and truth. Those born with the Sun in Scorpio often have much to learn about the nature of intimacy and power.

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏

However turbulent their emotions may be under the surface, Capricorn Moons keep cool-headed and come across as indifferent. Capricorn Moons are often quite hard on themselves and would benefit from letting their guard down once in a while. Moon signs also tell of the relationship with one's mother. And the relationship of a Capricorn Moon means it was/is very tough.

𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓

𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔

Sagittarius Rising favours independence and freedom. With Sagittarius Rising, they like to travel, see new places, and learn how the rest of the world lives. There is a like for money, but their real appreciation is for the independence it affords. One of the most obvious and endearing traits of Sagittarius rising is their willingness to keep up a sense of humour.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘

𝑮𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊

Having this placement elevates a person's quick wit and love of humour. Witty, curious and entertaining, they enjoy playing with language and toying with people. They bore easily and learn best from teachers and environments that possess a healthy dose of stimulation.

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒

𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔

Free-spirited, independent and courageous - one wouldn't think this sign is good in a pair. And even though a Venus Sag needs space not just to move about their day unhindered, but also to mentally and emotionally grow and expand infinitely. But when they find the right person, Venus Sag's need to feel like they can grow and expand their horizons through their relationship. For example, they want to learn new things and experience everything together.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒊𝒐

This aspect gives someone a cunning and intense nature. Once they set their minds on something and desire it, they will stop at nothing to get it. They're very calculating and often eight steps ahead of everyone else. Mars in Scorpio love to challenge themselves to do the impossible (aka becoming an Animagus)...A Scorpio Mar's weapon is their stinger, poison, and secrecy.

𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒔 𝑳𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒏

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈

𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑱 | 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒

It is well-known that Remus is an INFJ - insightful, perceptive, empathetic, thoughtful, kind, analytical, idealistic and intuitive. Remus has always been the heart of the Marauders, the one who keeps everyone in line, helping the others with their homework, and in turn, they gave him an undying loyalty.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝑳𝒂𝒘𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 then 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅

They’re the protectors, but also seen as morally rigid and stubborn. Always do the right thing; what’s expected of them by society. Feel very uncomfortable breaking the rules. And then when Remus is befriended by Sirius and James, everything changes. He's much more comfortable breaking the rules - but there has to be a good cause for it!

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝟓 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅

The Five of Pentacles reversed indicates an end to difficult times. When Remus meets James, Sirius and Peter, his problems are now their problems i.e., they're no longer alone anymore. With this card, a person may start to feel as if life is worth living again and they are regaining their self-confidence.

𝐒𝐔𝐍

𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒐

Virgos are naturally adaptable to the ever-changing nature of life — they're great at staying organized and on top of their schedules, even in the midst of chaos. Virgos, like the other Earth signs, are incredibly grounded and hardworking. This sign is arguably the most observant zodiac, and notices all the little details that everyone else misses. Methodical and practical, Virgos always have a plan and a course of action to make things happen. Therefore, Remus, as we all know, is the most grounded of the Marauders. The one who keeps the others from doing too much & going overboard.

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

𝑨𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔

I chose to put the Aquarius placement as his Moon, because it amplifies the qualities in a person. The qualities of this placement is: extremely observant, sociable but a loner at heart, idealistic and progressive. Most notably, Aqua Moons often grow up feeling “different”...

𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓

𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔

People with this aspect are sensitive individuals, with an ability to “pick up on” the unseen influences in their surroundings. They're the type to toss in a surprising, profound quip. Remus is the type of person that has an innate warmth. He makes people feel at ease, comfortable and with his empathetic ear, makes others feel as though they have a shoulder to cry on.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘

𝑮𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊

Having the same Mercury as Sirius makes a lot of sense to me. Especially since they both have a connection. Platonic or romantic, doesn't matter - but they click. In the same way that Remus and Lily click because they both have Aquarius in their chart. Bookish, intellectual and ready to learn.

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏

This placement means Remus is dependable. His relationship with Tonks shows that he will stand by his person no matter what. Venus in Capricorn men project an aura of competency and their loner-like behaviour. They are a little shy in matters of the heart, but they don’t want you to know it.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏

Strategic, hardworking, and are always after the long game, unafraid to put in the effort because of their innate desire for victory. When it comes to conflict, these people are cunning and practical, understanding that drama is a waste of energy unless they are coming out on top.

𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘

(Yes I AM going to include Peter, because he was a part of the Marauders. When his corruption overcame him, we'll never know.)

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈

𝑰𝑺𝑭𝑱 | 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟

This could be argued (and I would have no problem if it was) but it's always difficult to place people who aren't good. ISFJs are quiet, proper, gentle, soft-spoken and detail-orientated. Traits can be linked to Peter, but it's difficult to attribute his corruption. Was it in his last year of Hogwarts?

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝑬𝒗𝒊𝒍

Those with this alignment might follow rules if it serves them, but they do not feel bound to them. This alignment usually makes alliances with others to further their own agenda, but have no issue with double-crossing their allies. This is actually quite true when you think about it in terms of the Marauders when they were young. Peter chose that friend group to further his popularity and not be the target.

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏

The Moon represents fears and illusions. Plagued by recurring nightmares, having constant anxiety and thinking your future is bleak - when it's all about perspective and courage. I chose this card because Peter chose to be meek. He chose to whimper in the corner and sacrifice others for his survival.

𝐒𝐔𝐍

𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓

Cancer is the animal of the crab. I chose this aspect because of that element; where there's a hard shell surrounding the body to protect it. And I see Peter as someone who needs to be protected because he is so cowardly. He's sensitive and can be manipulated easily. However, he can also manipulate others easily as well.

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂

Now, as we know the Moon in a person's chart amplifies whatever sign is in this aspect. Moon in Libra people have a strong need for partnership. Without someone to share their lives with, they feel utterly incomplete. In terms of Peter, it means he can't stand on his own, he can't stand up for himself either. Libra's like to placate, they like to be the peacekeeper.

𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓

𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔

A Pisces Rising is constantly changing their personality to adapt to those around them. They have a sense that no-one really knows who they are, and this is so true for Peter. And having Remus have the same Ascendant means they can bond over feeling as if they don't fit in.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘

𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂

They intuitively know the right things to say to smooth things over and can be very diplomatic. Unfortunately, they may often find themselves in the middle of conflicts because they are the ones trying to keep the peace. Mercury in Libra people are often the friend that both people in a disagreement confide in.

This can be conceptualised as Peter being the confidant in the group, the one that the boys go to when they want to get something off their chest.

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒

𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂

Every individual saddled with the placement of Venus in Libra is an absolutely unhinged romantic. Libra Venus loves love and will impulsively overturn their entire life to indulge it if the vibes feel right for even a second. Unfortunately the vibes may not always actually be right when they feel right.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔

Mars in Pisces brings an individual an emotional and sensitive nature. Mars is complicated in Pisces: As a Jupiter-ruled water sign, Pisces is all about bringing things together while Mars seeks to separate. The result often leaves a person acting a bit flakey. Their strength is less about divisiveness and more about flexibility and raw emotional power.

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mybworlds · 10 months ago

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Chapter 8: My duty is to bring you home

Pairing: The Hound x Sansa Stark

Summary: Sandor has a fever, Sansa takes care of him. Something, very slowly, starts to change... and a terrible danger loom over the Starks.

Chapter Warnings: language, use of pet names

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A dense fog hanging on them and Stranger was forced to slow his pace, the Hound covered Sansa with the cloak she had previously returned to him "What about you?" asked Sansa, letting the warmth of the man's cloak envelop her. "I'm fine." he replied using a confident tone of voice. Sansa watched the ground around them turn grayish, then it began to rain, and the Hound spurred his horse again to quicken its gallop and lead them to shelter somewhere. Stranger stopped after what seemed to Sansa like hours in a cave, the Hound was soaked, his long dark hair was stuck to his forehead and cheeks, the rain soaked his armor, soaking him down to the tunic he wore beneath his armor. Sansa was soaked too, she knew what to do: fire would be enough to dry them.

Someone had been in that cave before because Sansa found some wood that had been left there and had not been consumed: her father had once shown her how servants lit the giant fireplace in Winterfell, surely, however, she never imagined that she would have to put into practice what her beloved parent had taught her a long time ago! The fire was lit and Sansa saw Sandor jerk and take refuge in a dark corner of the cave, away from the fire. Sansa invited him several times, but the Hound was adamant, "Better to freeze to death than to be near the fire!" Sansa didn't insist; she didn't want the man to send her to hell. The young woman warmed up in the blink of an eye and her hair and clothes dried quickly, while Clegane began to cough. She turned worriedly to him and looked at him: he was shaking.

Stubborn!

"Please come over here," she tried again. The man leaned against the rock wall and began to breathe heavily. "You don't have to be near the fire, but just enough to feel its warmth, you'll feel better," she tried again softly. "The fire did this to me!" he reminded her, "I've felt its bloody heat enough!" "But you'll freeze to death!" she reminded him. He laughed softly "Is the little bird afraid for a dog? That would be a first." "Please." she tried again, but Sandor didn't move, so it was Sansa who went to him, took off her cloak again and placed it on his shoulders; he seemed to relax in contact with that warmth "Have you seen how beautiful he is?" the young woman asked. "Stop worrying so much about me," he admonished her, "Nobody worries about a dog." "You are not a dog, you are … a man … good, even if you do your best to hide it, I know you have a noble soul." "No, please don't bring up the knight bullshit now! I'm not one of them." "I know, but what if you are not the knight of the ballads, but a wounded and brave man? Does that make you less valiant? In my eyes you have so much courage, you lack in grace, but you are endowed with a great spirit just like the knights." said Sansa to him.

It was not properly Lady-like what she said, but the manners she had learned were beginning to fail; in truth everything she had learned had proved useless to her, everything she had yearned for up to that point had turned out to be a golden sham. Sandor looked at her, his eyes were shining: he had a fever.

"That's some good shit you're talking, little bird," he told her with a grin. She lowered her head for a moment, "I believe-- you are much more than what you insist on showing and I-- am worth much less than a bird in its cage." she said in a sigh. The man then told her, "It's what you do that shows who you are or have become. Not the pretty words, not the pretty clothes, not the castles, only the actions count whether they are disgusting or beautiful: it only defines who does them." Sansa looked at him, then cleared her throat and said, "Now sleep, you have been--" she wanted to tell him brave, but she merely smiled softly at him, he didn't smile, but his eyes spoke for him and they were not rebuking those words nor were they derisive toward that tender smile, they were - Sansa noticed for the first time - calm. "Got it." he said simply and then closed his eyes and relaxed completely.

Sansa felt profoundly confused all of a sudden, Sandor Clegane's words had always been loaded with contempt, hard to accept and hard to hear, but for some reason his words were gradually becoming less and less unacceptable and becoming truth in the eyes of the girl and to her ears: her life had always been made up of so many labels, so many beautiful stories, sumptuous dresses and complicated hairstyles, and she had long believed her whole life would be made up of this, believed her life would be to fall in love with a beautiful prince with hair of gold and she dreamt of marry him and being carried off on a white horse to his magnificent and imposing castle where everyone would bow down to her, her regal ways and her beauty. Life, however, had other things in store for her: her handsome prince was not there; she had imagined him, idealized him and hoped that love for her would change him, but instead he had turned into a beast; he was handsome, regal, but a monster. She should have married a monster. That should have been her life: to remain at the mercy of her king as long as it pleased him, then she would mean nothing more in the prince's life. One day, however, a man disguised as a beast reminded her that all the ceremonies she insisted on performing were a bunch of nonsense, and if he pained her at first, then she could do nothing but realize how right he was.

Suddenly a groan and words that she didn't even understand roused her from her musings and she turned around: the Hound, who had seemed invincible to her and above all a man whom nothing could ever bring down, was running a high fever. Sansa had never cured anyone before, she had seen a couple of times how Master Luwin had done to bring the temperature down, but he also had potions; potions that Sansa didn't have. She did what she remembered: she tore off a flap of her already threadbare garment and soaked it in a pool of water the rain had formed near the cave, then placed it on the man's forehead, shaking out his hair. "Seven hells!" he shouted wincing "Stark!" she spat opening his eyes "As soon as I feel better I'll break your hands!" he threatened her, but Sansa was used to the Hound's utterly ungainly manner of posturing by now. "You're welcome." she told him simply while he turned a reproachful gaze on her and closed his eyes again, Sansa interpreted this as a gesture of trust on his part and so dipped several more times more flaps of her dress in the water and passed it over his forehead, over his eyelids, then over his neck and wrists.

Sandor opened his eyes from time to time and watched the little girl take so much trouble for him, observed her delicate movements, watched her at first warily as if he suspected that the little girl might take a dagger from his belt and stab him, then with curiosity when he noticed her care was continuing, and finally with gratitude. They crossed their eyes many times, but said nothing to each other, what made the noise was the crackling of the fire and the rain that still did not cease to batter the rock and the expanses of grass around them. "Why don't you run away?" he asked her when his eyes began to burn less. She looked at him puzzled "And where should I go?" "To your home." he answered her in an obvious tone. "You are taking me there." she objected with equal obviousness "What reason would I have to run away? You have not harmed me, you are protecting me," she resumed. "I spend half the time treating you badly, I'm giving you a thousand reasons to run away. Why don't you?" he asked again. "I wouldn't know where to go without you, Sandor," she replied, calling him by his name for the first time. "You could maybe meet one of those faggots you like so much!" he blurted out. "I want to be with you." she replied decisively, surprising herself with what she said and astonishing Clegane himself, who looked at her almost as if he found a fool sitting next to him. "No one wants to be with a dog." Sansa gently took his hand, wrapping it between her own "Indeed, I want to be with you, Sandor, not with the Hound. It's just a mask the Hound's, I'm getting to know you by now, you know."

Sandor didn't know why, but to be called by his name and to be treated with such gentleness caused him a shiver and a feeling of sudden peace. He was doing something good for someone at last! His life therefore was not all about biting, tearing and killing, maybe there was a glimmer he could hold on to, maybe this glimmer was the little Stark girl beside him. "Thank you."

Did he really say that? Did he, Sandor Clegane, really said thank you to someone who was not him?

That word puzzled him and it must have surprised her as well because she looked at him for several seconds, her lips parted before smiling at him and saying, "You're welcome." barely tightening her grip on his big hand. Sandor squeezed her hand as best he could. It must have been the fever making his head spin, making his heart beat faster and making him say those words that until a very short time before seemed empty and useless to him. Yes, it was definitely his damn fever!

His fever began to be less and Sandor was able to rest decently, dreaming of nothing. It had not been a while since he had dreamed of his brother, his cold, hate-filled gaze, his hands holding him against the burning embers, that smell of burning flesh, his flesh slowly melting, his screams.

Sandor slowly opened his eyes again and saw that the rain stopped, the Sun was shining again. He looked around and saw the little bird sleeping, sat up slowly and observed her: her hair had fallen back in a small part on her barely flushed angelic face, she was sleeping on her side clutching in her little hand a very small wolf-shaped pendant, almost as if she wanted to remember her origins, who she was. Sandor in a fit of tenderness - tenderness he did not even think he had - staggered barely up to her and sat down next to her, he watched her for a long time and intensely: his heart would not stop beating wildly, damn fever, when would it pass completely? He moved the lock of hair that fell back on her face and Sansa stirred in her sleep, Sandor lifted his hand, he didn't want the little girl to see him leaning over her and get any ideas! He turned away from her and walked to the entrance of the cave, looked up at the Sun high in the sky and told himself it was time to wake her up and get on the road again: that closeness to the Stark was not good for him at all! He was the Hound, a dog loyal to his master, but still a dog ready to bite, tear, kill, break whoever he wanted, it would not be that innocent creature that would push him off course!

When Sansa opened her eyes again she saw the man standing peering outside: the Sun was high and making the grass and rocks outside glow. Sansa smiled, she hadn't smiled like that in a while, and it wasn't just because of the beautiful weather she felt so calm, but she was also happy to see her guide feeling better, she was happy to know the man who was doing everything he could to look like a beast was back in force. "Good morning!" she greeted him, and Sandor jumped, lightning-quickly drawing his dagger from his belt "By the Seven Hells, don't do it again!" he exclaimed, holstering his weapon. Sansa chuckled as she looked at the Hound "How are you?" she asked looking him straight in the eye. "Fine." he replied simply "Though I think the fever has not left me entirely." he added in a gruff tone. "May I touch?" He turned toward her, assuming a puzzled expression that grotesquely contracted the burned part of his face; she, however, no longer felt revulsion toward that pinkish flesh consumed by fire, but only a great and deep tenderness.

Where did this feeling come from?

Both knew that what they might feel would melt like snow with the first warmer rays of the Sun, and so neither told the other what was really beginning to animate their souls, neither had the courage or the strength. Both were afraid. In different ways: the fear of being called a fool by her was stronger than admitting what was now becoming clearer in Sandor Clegane every second and she feared that he would laugh in her face if she told him that she was beginning to feel tenderness, understanding and affection for him.

Sansa reached out her hand to the man's unblemished cheek and then brushed his forehead; he was hot, but no longer burning as much as last night; he was better. "I didn't know you also meant healing, little bird." he told her when they found themselves marching on Stranger, she told him how she knew what to do with him, told him briefly of the fevers that had struck her brothers when she was a child, and he didn't growl at hearing her speak, for the truth - and perhaps for the first time - he listened to her without thinking about how many useless chirps she uttered, listened to her every word but never became too distracted: every creak, every falling stone, every pattering could indicate the presence of a potential enemy.

They rode for many leagues then came to a small village not far from Pinkmaiden, located south of Riverrun, whose castle, Sansa recalled, was among the largest in the southwestern part of the Riverlands. There, they stopped to water their horse and it was there, in a tavern, the two heard of Stannis Baratheon's defeat and only Tywin Lannister's arrival in King's Landing had prevented his ultimate defeat. Sansa shuddered and the Hound noticed because he told her, "Don't be afraid, if some fucking Lannister dares to touch you, he'll find himself without a hand or an arm before the sun goes down!" She smiled, she knew he was capable of it, and returned him a knowing look.

"Edmure Tully is going to marry a Frey." said a plump man to a small group of wayfarers seated at a table, and Sansa could not help but turn away upon hearing her uncle's name, Sandor placed a hand on hers and reminded her she should not react in any way upon hearing the Starks' or the Tullys' name or their escape would quickly be over. "The Boltons and Lannisters will give the Young Wolf the slip!" exclaimed another. This last sentence deeply alarmed Sansa.

"We should go to the Twins," Sansa suggested once they were away from the village. "We will go to Winterfell. I have to take you there," retorted Sandor. "But my mother and brother Robb are to the Twins! There is no one in Winterfell!" "Little girl, my duty is to take you to your own land, not to leave you among the Freys!" "Yes, you're right. My mother and brother are there, though; we have to warn them! They are in danger!" he exclaimed insisting. "They'll have an army, won't they? What's the point of us going there?" Sandor replied annoyed. "Of course they will have an army, and you will be well rewarded for your service," Sansa told him, looking him straight in the eye "Think of how much gold you could have!" He laughed "I see what you're playing at, little girl, but now gold or no gold, I'm also in charge of getting you home…" "I know what your intentions are, thank you. I really do. But if we don't help them, I will have no home or family to return to. Please." Sansa pleaded, looking long into his eyes, Sandor huffed, "All right. In a few days we should reach them." They were about to set out again and get back on the pitch-black steed when some armed men emerged from bushes and trees with snarling dogs in their wake, the Hound was caught off guard as someone knocked him to his knees, someone hit Sansa in the back of the head and she lost consciousness.

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alpydk · 6 months ago

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Nana's Wedding (Part 2)

I'm spamming a fucking tonne of texts today. You can tell I've had pent up writing needs recently. Here comes the wedding part 2 - Where is all goes tits up. Will be the final part tomorrow.

Weeks had passed since the tense moment of the announcement and Nana had tried her best to impress her soon to be mother-in-law, and Gale’s best friend Tara. Tara gave the image of being friendly, but Nana was not completely oblivious to the offhanded comments and passive aggressive remarks. Dress shopping had been an especially torturous occasion between the three of them. “You look healthy. That would be a dress for someone more well-endowed. But would Gale like that?” In the end Nana had been forced into a frock far heavier than it needed to be, coupled together with a whalebone corset pressing all her organs up and into her chest, and giving her little flexibility to walk properly, let alone sit down or hells, dance. Why not just put me in heavy armour and have done with it? The pressure to appear normal and to have Morena’s approval had been far more important than her own choice of the navy-blue suit with silver embroidery she’d preferred, and so she had given in with little argument.

Invitations had been sent out all over the lands, Gale’s family considerably larger than she had expected. How can you remove a cousin? Twice removed? They must be horrible. Why are we inviting them again? Nana had been left to write one card from the considerable amount being sent out. Whereas the others had been written on egg-white cards, embossed with the finest print, she’d gone for a handmade small postcard with a drawing of her and Gale on. Operation: True Love. The card would go to the Underdark and, and with any luck, would reach the pale hands of one of the few friends she had left. She’d tried to reach the three in Avernus many times and had proven unsuccessful, leaving only the vampire to support her; albeit unwillingly.

Venues had been visited and discussed often, mostly between Gale and Tara, and though he’d asked Nana’s opinion, it was very clear he was caught up on the idea of the wedding and everything that pertained to such an event. She’d seen him often in recent months, becoming lost in research or topics that would mean everything to him. She loved to see him dive so passionately into the things he cared about and would often listen for hours about the history of some long-gone civilization or another subject, which was his current fixation. The wedding had been no different; he just wanted it to be perfect, and so she tried not to disrupt the image he had in mind.

A warehouse on the docks had been the final verdict. Unlikely, but with an excellent view of the sea had won over Gale’s heart. He had a vision of grand windows letting in sunlight, a large area to dance and guests from all over Faerûn meeting and celebrating together. Long tables had been placed, covered with cotton sheets, and deep purple lilies seemed to line every surface from the backs of the many seats set up for the guests invited to the bases of the torches hung on the walls. They’d been chosen to complement Gale’s choice of suit, but the pollen in the air bothered Nana’s eyes.

One battle she had managed to win, though, was the time of the event, having it held in the evening so that all could attend. Gale had initially been siding with his mother of holding the wedding in the morning, but as Nana had mentioned Astarion, he’d been quick to change his mind. Sunlight through the windows had been replaced with the idea of moonlight, and the purple flowers now complemented the night skies reflected on the nearby water.

Nana watched from afar as staff prepared the tables with cutlery and as an altar was erected outside on the end of the wooden dock. Come tonight, she would stand in front of the hundreds she did not know and would marry the man she loved. I’m terrified.

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Astarion fixed Gale’s tie, the deep purple silk a stark contrast to the pale skin of the hands that arranged it. The vampire had travelled a considerable distance to be here at the request of Nana and had somehow wound up in the role of best man. In Gale’s study, they had caught up on the last few months since the campsite party and on how Astarion’s seven thousand “children” were treating him in the Underdark. Now the subject had moved onto what duties he now held at this event. “You’re not going to expect me to make a speech, are you, darling?”

“Well, it is somewhat customary that the best man says a few words.” It was clear Gale was nervous. Astarion could hear the pacing heartbeat from under the black suit and see the way the wizard’s hands never stayed still, as if doing so would reveal the constant shake.

“All positive words and tales of our adventure together? Maybe a few words about how you love our little changeling more than you do your goddess.” Astarion smirked, knowing the words would get a rise out of his friend.

“Don’t you dare-“

The words were cut off by a knock at the door, and one of Gale’s cousins poking her head in. “Sorry, Gale. You busy?”

Astarion watched as the wizard walked to the door, the quiet whisper becoming a fearful, wide-eyed look on Gale’s face. “Just... Keep my mother distracted. Don’t let her become aware that anything is wrong. We’ll figure this out.”

The door closed, leaving the two men alone, and the vampire’s lips curled up into an eager grin, already knowing the situation. “Well, it wouldn’t be a wedding without a little drama now, would it, love?”

***

Gale breathed deeply, or at least he tried to. He’d wanted today to be perfect for her, just one day where they stood and declared their love for one another in front of everyone. His mother had been a little overbearing, even he had to admit that, but everything else had only been done with Nana in mind. He wanted it to be perfect for her. Flowers, family, love. Everything that in her life she had lacked, he wanted to give it all to her. He would give her the universe if he could, but now she was missing, and he was struggling to figure out why.

Marriage was not something he had considered during his time before or with Mystra, immortality not exactly conducive to humanity’s customs. But since meeting Nana, being cured of his affliction, the thought had dwelled with him. He’d considered asking her to marry him on their last night in Baldur’s Gate, but then reconsidered, as he’d seen her struggle with her decisions about what she wanted to do. Whether it be returning to her own home of the swamp or adventuring further, she’d taken a long time to decide. Her chaotic nature made it difficult for her to stay settled for long, but she’d agreed on Waterdeep, at least being her new home. Marriage would have to come later.

Their trek to his home had been met with distractions, and long nights under stars, newfound lovers finding themselves lost in one another and it was during one of these nights that he had looked at her and not be able to resist just asking the question. He loved her, marriage or not, he loved her.

With the evening breeze bringing peace to the well walked cobbles, he acted casual as he wandered the streets near the tower. He’d taken these roads many times now with Nana at his side since he’d brought her to Waterdeep. She’d fit in surprisingly well; her leather armour being replaced with a soft blue gown. In the evenings, he would observe her as she threw off the outfit, climbing into something more comfortable and allowing herself to transform into the porcelain skinned figure he dreamt of so often. No matter the form, she was always the same, and he’d learnt her quirks and expressions well. The way her eyes would go wide when excited about something, the way she said little when unhappy about a situation, her hesitancy if anyone other than him tried to touch her.

His thoughts wandered over her behaviour from the last few weeks, her nodding to suggestions but not saying anything, the odd way she glanced at him whenever his mother was present. He’d been blinded by the wedding entirely, so desperate to give her the best day of her life that he hadn’t seen her discomfort of it all. Oh, Nana. I’ve been a fool.

***

Astarion tried to get into Nana’s mindset as he explored the now decorated warehouse, but it was proving to be an impossible task. She was either thinking clearly, in which case she would be somewhere remote trying to gather her thoughts, or she wasn’t thinking at all, in which case, she could be anywhere. His memories drifted back to Baldur’s Gate and the day she’d gone missing, only to turn up in his vampiric skin after having a portrait made. Hours they had searched and only got lucky because others had spotted her acting strangely. Maybe the same would happen again and he’d be fortunate to receive another gift. The others had been left unaware that he’d attended the artist after their victory over the Netherbrain, claiming the painting and taking it back with him to the Underdark. He could admire himself for as long as he wished, an unmoving reflection that brought a smile to his face.

He paused, looking at the dim candlelight of the lanterns hung over the docks, the number of people arriving and staff busying themselves with table settings and last-minute details. Gale, how could you be so stupid? It didn’t take a genius wizard to see what the issue was with this entire situation; it was too much for the reclusive changeling to handle. Astarion moved his eyes from the moving figures, now knowing the headspace Nana would be in. His gaze passed over the quieter areas, the end of the docks, the dark alleyways. Now it was just a matter of recognising her scent and talking to her.

***

She sat alone under the wooden boards of the pier; the waves licking at the leather of her soles. She’d seen the sunset and heard the bells toll in the distance, but had not moved from the safety of the shadowed area. You have to do this. You said yes... Nana’s mind swirled with doubts about what was to come. All she wanted was to be with him forever, to make him happy and love him, but now there were so many people and so many expectations. She hated how Morena constantly tried to touch her, the little grips of her arm, the pats to her hand. On too many occasions she’d looked at Gale to step in to distract his mother, giving Nana the chance to relax her shoulders, but he’d been so focussed on the wedding details that he’d failed to notice. Dress shopping had been one of the worst experiences of her life, bright lights, hands on her body, and she knew tonight would be the same. Why did I agree to this? Run. But he loves you. This would break his heart. Just run. She muttered to herself quietly, trying to release the torment of excess thoughts that raged through her head.

She morphed to her natural form and cursed it quietly, knowing this was the source of so many of her problems. Gale had accepted her, as had her friends, none of whom she had seen since the party months ago, but it made little difference. Now she was back to hiding again, as she had done before their entire adventure, lonely and fearful of anyone finding out her secret. “...Listen not to its words, for nothing about it is true...”

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #bg3 fanfiction #gale dekarios #gale bg3 #galemance #nana's wedding

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rom-e-o · 1 year ago

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Worthy (Constance/Ebenezer)

Trigger warning for mentions of s*xual abuse and physical abuse perpetrated by a third party (AKA Orin).

How does almost 20 years of marriage break? It shatters like bone.

Before Ebenezer came into her life with the speed and majesty of a summer storm, Constance DoGoode (specifically, Constance Spiegler) hadn't thought herself to be particularly ... affectionate.

She liked to flirt; a wink here, a flash of the ankle there. The best men got a swish of the skirt.

It was recreational for her; an exercise is the perfecting the persona of a stunning socialite. It was part of her job to maintain the image as a model and a soon-to be businessman's wife.

People noticed Constance, and they also noticed how others (especially men) treated her.

All the doormen at New York's ritziest apartments took turns on Friday evenings while gathered around shots of rye whiskey to brag about if she'd touched their shoulder or tossed her hair at them to throw the cent of her lily perfume. Bellhops would fight over who got the opportunity to handle her luggage or, heaven forbid, the opportunity to walk her to her room or bring room service. The jewelers at Tiffany's frequently invited her to their 259 Broadway storefront to solicit her opinion on the latest diamonds and jewelry styles.

When eager friends told Constance stories of her not-so-secret fanclubs, she'd laugh coyly, her smile bright as the stars. The unsuspecting onlooker might think the news overjoyed her.

Truthfully, she was indifferent. She liked attention in the way a horse liked sugar. It was a delightful treat, but it wasn't by any means necessary for survival or daily well-being. She felt the same way about the birds and bees.

While she'd had her first kiss at age 14 with a giggly classmate from her French lessons, she'd been a sterling little virgin on her wedding night. As for why she'd waited, it hadn't been an intentional decision. She'd simply never had the desire to go to bed with anyone before meeting her first husband. Others had definitely tried to persuade her, but the woman was nothing if not resolute, even when it came to her disinterest.

Her wedding night with Orin had been...nice. Delightful, even. Then, the next day, he'd 'shared' her with a group of other businessmen he'd met that morning in the Swiss ski lodge they'd opted to honeymoon in. She woke up bruised, bloodied, groggy from alcohol she didn't remember drinking, and most of all ... broken-hearted.

As the years passed, kisses were nonexistent and hugs were only initiated in the company of others to keep up the couple's images. Sex was more awkward than painful, thanks to Orin's below average endowment (which she became beyond thankful for). When he did want to hurt her, he used his fists, broken bottles, or the steel-toed tips of his boots if she was especially prone.

She tried to rekindle their romance if for no other reason than to save her life. It failed, and she turned to a razor blade and scalding bath tub for salvation. She was denied. Orin found her and delivered her from ethereal release to the painful confinement of a hospital. Even while in a half-sleep, her body reeking of copper from the blood coagulating in the lace trim of her nightgown, she swore he mother's screams shook the city.

That night was the only night Orin held her hand, stroking her wedding band. It seemed to be a means to comfort himself more than her.

Doctors gave her pain meds - morphine, codeine, and heroin. Opium as well, of course. It lessened her libido further, something Orin would stomp his foot about like a child whenever she tried to shove him away after a long day.

After he shoved her down the stairs, snapping both her femurs like toothpicks, the pain medication and grain alcohol cocktail she sloshed down daily numbed her to almost everything. Everything except the desire to escape.

The 30-day boat trip to London has been a miserable, rat-infested, shivering detox. Yet, as far as she was concerned, death would have been another form of release. Whether she reached the shore or not, she was free.

When she did reach the shore, what she lacked in money or prospects, she made up for in hope. The city was grimy, freezing cold and dark, but it was without him. For that reason, it was heaven.

Then, she met Ebenezer Scrooge.

He and Orin were physically similar, in many ways. Handsome. Tall. Dark-haired (well, past-tense for Ebenezer). Broad-shouldered. Their voices were even similar, striking her as a blend between velvety and smoky that she had never heard before. Orin's accent was distinctly Bronx, while Ebenezer's leaned more Welsh than the traditional London accent or cockney flair she'd heard so far.

Ebenezer rolled his 'rrr's easily, which separated him distinctly from the pronunciations of largely Dutch-settled populations of New York. Orin's family had hailed from the Netherlands and Germany, and he spoke fluent Dutch as a result. Constance spoke the language recreationally, and the two would often converse in Dutch at parties if they needed to speak privately.

"Tenzij je wilt dat je arm vanavond gebroken wordt, rond je gesprek af en laten we vertrekken," he growled. "Dat zal ik nu doen," she whispered, frantically waving to the acquatance she's started chatting with moments before. They stared back in confusion, but she kept smiling as to not alarm them. "Het spijt me." "Zorg dat je dat doet, slet!"

Both men were financial bigwigs, but Ebenezer's talent was sincere and founded on skill (skills that had come at a hefty price). Orin was ... well, a master of illusion. He talked an enthusiastic deal, cut shrewd deals, and adored parties and festivities. Yet, the management of money often fell to Constance because the man lacked any sense of self-restraint.

Where they widely differed, of course, was in personality.

"How would you pronounce your name in Dutch?" he asked, using his elbow to pop is head up. The angle allowed him to look down upon her lovingly while simultaneously providing space for their nude bodies to slot together easily. They laid side by side in bed, his blunt fingertips tracing hearts idly over the skin of her bare hip.

"Konstanz."

He hummed, testing the pronunciation on his tongue. "Beautiful, of course."

She smiled modestly. "I've always liked my name, I'll confess. My mother chose it for me, after all."

He paused. "So, Theresea gave you your name, not ..."

"No. If I had a name before they left me, I don't remember it."

"I can't imagine a more fitting name for you," he said softly, flattened his palm to give her hip an affectionate squeeze. "Steadiness. Resoluteness. Persistence. How fitting for a woman of such strength."

"My schoolmates teased me for it, though," she commented. "They said it was too prim and proper for a redhead with freckles."

"Too prim?" he repeated, genuinely confused.

"I like the way your name sounds much better," she said, rolling over in the bed to have a better angle at which to toy with his hair. "Even H'azer. Similar to Hebrew."

He chuckled, capturing her hand to kiss her knuckles. "It sounds pretty when you say it."

"You don't like your name?"

"I'm indifferent," he explained. "It's certainly a name that sets a high standard. One I'm uncertain a can stand up to."

"I adore your name," she said sincerely, twining their fingers. Her thumb stroked his palm, and she took great joy in watching a deep blush color his cheeks (and not for the first time that day). "It's a worthy name for a worthy man."

"W-Well, thank you," he chuckled, stuttering a bit in the process. She adored why boyish embarrassment came over him in small glimpses. It was rewarding to see him accept compliments.

"I mean it," she repeated. "If anyone deserves a name of such esteem, it's you."

His facial features, already soft with affection, became borderline mercurial. "You're serious?"

"You are one of two men I hold in the highest esteem possible," she said. She pressed a kiss to the tip of his owlish nose. "Sorry, but I'm afraid my father takes the tippy-top spot."

He laughed at this, not in mockery, but in joy.

"I'd expect nothing less," he beamed.

Her heart swelled at his response.

"Oh, he would have loved you..." she said softly. "He never liked Orin. My father rarely lost his temper, but the first time I ran home with a black eye, he grabbed a pistol and tried to march out the door. He said, 'I'll kill the bastard.'"

Agreed, Ebenezer thought secretly.

"He sounds like an amazing man," he said, "And he raised an amazing, wonderful, strong, and beautiful daughter. One I promise I'll fight every day to be worthy of. For the rest of my days."

It was her turn to blush as she lifted her arms to wrap them about his narrow waist. Her cheek fell against his furred chest, finding the steady thud of his heart without issue.

"I think you'll find that your fight is over," she said with a smile. "Both of ours are."

@quill-pen when writing a character's past hurts so much that you HAVE to throw in SOME fluff at the end to stay sane.

#scrooge 2022 #scrooge x oc #oc constance dogoode

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beautifulpersonpeach · 6 months ago

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Hi!

It’s me again! A quick question in lieu of the last one about Jin. (Sorry if it was confusing)

Maybe it’s cos I’m a newish babyish Army, but can you explain the wide dichotomy between how Armys, Fearnuts & Lilies are taking the MHJ court results compared to how everyone else is? Didn’t MHJ win the injunction? What happens next?

Thanks,

An implosion-era baby Army.

***

(I’ve gotten quite a few anonymous asks about Jin recently so I’m not sure which is yours… If you’d like me to still answer it, please send a clarifying ask with more details that you sent it, such as using the same signage you’re using here.)

What you’re seeing from ARMYs and the other HYBE fandoms you mentioned, but especially ARMYs, is cope.

It’s pretty easy to spot after a while of seeing how k-pop stans selectively apply reason, or examine bias and their own motives. K-pop is the land of make-believe after all.

Frankly, NewJeans’ fans aren’t much better, but at least following the injunction results, they have more clarity in all the ways HYBE is wrong and Min Heejin is right, and so, more vindicating claims.

At least for now. The criminal investigation is still ongoing and Korean police are notoriously partial towards conglomerates somehow even more than the courts are. Which means leaving the facts of the matter aside, it’s already more of an uphill battle for Min Heejin from here on out. Given the embarrassing loss HYBE has suffered this past week, it’s possible they work to leave nothing to chance with the criminal case and apply pressure on the police where they can, ahead of time. And I say that because that’s just how conglomerates move in Korea.

It’s a bit fascinating how things have ended up this way, but HYBE has played their hand so badly that they now have almost as much to lose as Min Heejin. Which ups the stakes.

And that’s why another option of how things play out, is that they might attempt to leapfrog the criminal trial process altogether by voting to remove MHJ during the June 10th general meeting. It would technically violate the injunction and guarantee dragging out this mess till the end of the year given it will result in countersuits from MHJ, but it will help HYBE save face to their sycophants including ARMYs and other self-righteously aggrieved HYBE fandoms.

I suspect the impact to NewJeans will only be more horrific than it’s already been, unfortunately. ARMYs seem to have become personally invested in the perceived demise of NewJeans and success of Le Sserafim and ILLIT, and there’s no world in which that’s a good thing for any of those three groups.

The next couple comebacks for all HYBE’s girl groups (including even Fromis 9 going off the funeral wreaths) will be fraught with intense infighting, scandal and pocket-watching from the aggrieved fandoms. Basically, Tokkis can expect the sticky unease of being the only child endowed with a flush trust fund from your paternal grandmother, stuck in the middle of your parents’ nasty divorce.

It’s just bad vibes, and immature adults over-motivated to be malicious and cruel.

BTS meanwhile, (starting with Jin) will be fine. Le Sserafim’s next comeback will be a banger, as will ILLIT’s, and NewJeans will absolutely kill it at Tokyo Dome with Supernatural.

#stream lost #stream how sweet #BTS #SeokJin #NewJeans #le sserafim #Illit #Hybe #bts fandom #BTS army #fandom behaviour

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thewhumpcaretaker · 6 months ago

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𝕺𝖓 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

Note: I wrote this years ago when I was thinking about the concept of lust and found it today. ʚ♡ɞ

Never forget that we,

Like kittens at their yarn, pursue.

And when you chased the fairies down,

The goblin kings and dwarven crowns,

By hyacinths and in brittle aspen’s highest bough,

Where reckless kittens after little moths pursue, pursue,

What did you want to do?

Simply to know, by trembling caress,

That finds its halting way or makes its sudden trespass,

Either way breathless until

The scent of honeyed morn on yonder hill

Or sweat that tastes like spice of foreign fears, labors and loves unknown in these tame parts,

Finds lungs that shudder, winglike, in your breast,

Drives them through sprouting shoulder blades, through cardiac arrest,

Endowed with the levitation of power,

And do you reach? You do not know yourself, you cannot guess,

It has you now, desire,

That freckle-starred and fair,

That hair like cotton candy sunrise spins,

Or lace confection veil of a mourning bride,

Silver, pastel, carnival prize to win,

Blonde, angelic, to be buried in.

What do you wish?

To keep a jar, possess and tint in cola colored washes,

To own, to keep and make stay, to have to hold, and by this holding, see?

To use, to break? To be

Swallowed in a cloud?

Buried, with another body as your shroud?

What do bodies want,

To cherishingly crush the fragile, squeeze the darkly adored

Into powder, strike them like a chord,

And into a lightning storm release,

Follow the butchered ghost into the blaze,

Frenzied, to feast?

To taste the fleshy candy, sugared meat,

Were they of pomegranate blood and hot fondue, or did they proffer you

Sweatmeats beyond compare,

Fresh chestnuts where

Hearts beat in margination of a caramelized desperation,

Or,

Abandoning all metaphor,

Did you wish to fuck nymphs, happily kidnapped,

Too gentle and pure for your insatiable greed to stain,

That turn instead your insides gold and hollow from the loin and rot the veins?

Or did you wish to pay with your own cum and your own name,

Make wild love to twisted, pulsing horns while forked tongue lapped your thighs and spat a salted flame?

Did you wish to be bound and stolen,

Abandon all remembering and enter a slumbering,

Where ten thousand days unfold as handmaiden,

Desperate, adoring slave, rose laden,

To be kept in crystal, bell jars and castles in the stars,

To flail against the bars,

And then be broken, marred,

Into a better shape, to be reborn?

To cook sumptuous feasts from glamour and the air,

In gilded cages, warm, waxy drops of amber, and paralysis of fairy kiss,

Beneath the soil, be preened and wed to kings in amber halls,

Bewitched, resisting, to unearthly bliss,

Nun to a peerless, brutal, Pagan creature-god of beauty awful to behold,

Our lord the devil in her harlequin and gold,

Or, by bacchanalia rhapsody of lithe and lively riverdanse macabre,

Know his catlike motion and her deftness with a moonlight woven knife,

Its sting,

To die, impaled on his maple lily wings,

To walk hand in hand with one you cannot understand, and then to understand

A vivid moral compass, spinning, spinning in the depths,

And yet always pointing true,

For it always points the way desired by you.

Didn’t you wish,

To know your own soul’s lavish price,

To know what things

Lie beyond man’s kingdom and be given these,

Be given to these?

What happiness

And misery exist

Beyond even what exists -

The evils that we can imagine if we wish to be

Happy

Flailing ever forward into deeper reaches of paradox fantasy,

Where love’s most bitter, lashing embers stir,

Never to return,

Ever to pursue...

Think: if you caught a fairy,

What did you want to do?

And did you want to catch him, did you want her to catch you?

#original poetry #desire

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schooloftheprince · 2 months ago

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University Of Salvington

The Experience Of Salvington: A White Lily League School of Revelation and Remembrance

Students who enter into Salvington enjoy a sublime and wholehearted faith in God.

The individual may still experience the ordinary ups and downs of mortal existence, but each one is strengthened in their resolve to persevere; and each learns to never religiously doubt the certainty of God’s watchcare and guidance.

Faith is the outgrowth of the insight born of the activity of the divine presence, the Life of God who lives in your midst. This faith is neither traditional nor merely intellectual; it is wholly personal and purely spiritual.

In the very face of all the natural difficulties and the temporal contradictions of mortal existence, you will experience the tranquility of supreme and unquestioned trust in God and feel the tremendous thrill of living, by faith, in the very presence of the heavenly Parenthood of God.

And this triumphant faith is a living experience of actual spirit attainment. Your great contribution to the values of human experience is not that you will reveal so many new ideas about the Parenthood of God in heaven, but rather that you will so magnificently and humanly demonstrate a new and higher type of living faith in God.

At Salvington, the all-consuming and indomitable spiritual faith of your developing soul will never become fanatical, for it won’t ever attempt to run away with your well-balanced intellectual judgments concerning the proportional values of practical and commonplace social, economic, and moral life situations.

You will be maturing, integrating, and developing a splendidly unified human personality; you will be evolving and growing in your evolutionary advancement towards a perfectly endowed divine being; you are destined to become a magnificently co-ordinated combined human and divine being functioning on earth as a single personality and at one with the living spirit of God in you.

At Salvington, you are learning to coordinate the faith of the soul with the wisdom-appraisals of your seasoned experience as a growing and evolving human personality. Personal faith, spiritual hope, and moral devotion will grow you into this wholeness; a sublimely correlated and matchless religious unity of harmonious association with the keen realization of the reality and sacredness of all human loyalties — personal honor, family love, religious obligation, social duty, and economic necessity.

Salvington shows you, as a man or woman of the realm, the greatest of all offerings: the consecration and dedication of your own will to the majestic service of doing the divine will. You will become strengthened in always and consistently interpreting religion wholly in terms of the Father’s will.

When you study at Salvington prayer or any other feature of the religious life, how you live is held in much greater esteem; not so much what you inwardly know and understand but your willingness to place into human expression the ideal is the goal of attainment. We look not so much for what you have learned as for what you do with what you’ve learned.

Salvington instructs students to never pray as obligation nor as solely a religious duty. Instead, the ideal of Salvington permits you to develop a genuine faith and a spontaneous trust. Prayer is a sincere expression of spiritual attitude, a declaration of soul loyalty, a recital of personal devotion, an expression of thanksgiving, an avoidance of emotional tension, a prevention of conflict, an exaltation of intellection, an ennoblement of desire, a vindication of moral decision, an enrichment of thought, an invigoration of higher inclinations, a consecration of impulse, a clarification of viewpoint, a declaration of , faith, a transcendental surrender of will, a sublime assertion of confidence, a revelation of courage, the proclamation of discovery, a confession of supreme devotion, the validation of consecration, a technique for the adjustment of difficulties, and the mighty mobilization of the combined soul powers to withstand all human tendencies toward selfishness, evil, and sin. You will come to live just such a life of prayerful consecration to the doing of our Father’s will, and your life will expand and express itself triumphantly with just such a prayer. The secret of this unparalleled religious life is this consciousness of the presence of God; and you will attain it by intelligent prayer and sincere worship — unbroken communion with God — and not by leadings, voices, visions, or extraordinary religious practices. The Salvington School of the Prince

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carolineworld · 2 years ago

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ALL THE BOOKS I’VE READ IN 2022

I’m so late to this but here it is :)

JANUARY:

A Kiss For A Kiss by Helena Hunting 5 ⭐

Fix Her Up by Tessa Bailey 2⭐

Ugly Love by Coleen Hoover 2⭐

From Lukov With Love by Mariana Zapata 5⭐

The Hardest Fall by Ella Maise 5⭐

FEBRUARY:

Corrupt by Penelope Douglas 2⭐

Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas 4′5⭐

Hideaway by Penelope Douglas 4⭐

All Rhodes Lead Here by Mariana Zapata 4⭐

Piso Para Dos (The Flatshare) by Beth O’Leary 4′5⭐

The Intimacy Experiement by Rosie Danan 3′25⭐

Neon Gods by Katee Roberts 5⭐

Addicted To You by Kristina and Becca Ritchie 2⭐

Terms And Conditions by Lauren Asher 5⭐

MARCH:

Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas 3′75⭐

Conclave by Penelope Douglas 3′5⭐

Ricochet by Kristina and Becca Ritchie 4⭐

Addicted For Now by Kristina and Becca Ritchie 5⭐

Hook, Line And Sinker by Tessa Bailey 5⭐

Kiss The Sky by Kristina and Becca Ritchie 5⭐

Hothouse Flower by Kristina and Becca Ritchie 5⭐

Fire Night by Penelope Douglas 3⭐

Thrive by Kristina and Becca Ritchie 4′75⭐

Addicted After All by Kristina and Becca Ritchie 5⭐

Fuel The Fire by Kristina and Becca Ritchie 5⭐

Long Way Down by Kristina and Becca Ritchie 5⭐

Some Kind Of Perfect by Kristina and Becca Ritchie 5⭐

Sweet Temptation by Cora Reilly 4′75 ⭐

Bound By Honor by Cora Reilly 1′75 ⭐

Bound By Hatred by Cora Reilly 3′75 ⭐

The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang 3 ⭐

APRIL:

Todo Lo Que Nunca Fuimos by Alice Kellen 2 ⭐

Mr. Masters by TJ. Swan 3 ⭐

Todo Lo Que Somos Juntos by Alice Kellen 3′5 ⭐

Mr. Spencer by TJ. Swan 3 ⭐

Electric Idol by Katee Roberts 4⭐

The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides 4⭐

Marriage For One by Ella Maise 2⭐

Bound By Temptation by Cora Reilly 4 ⭐

You Deserve Each Other by Sarah Hogle 4 ⭐

Bound By Love by Cora Reilly 3⭐

Bound By Blood by Cora Reilly 3⭐

Twisted Emotions by Cora Reilly 4⭐

Twisted Pride by Cora Reilly 4⭐

Twisted Bonds by Cora Reilly 5⭐

Dating Dr. Dil by Nisha Sharma 3 ⭐

MAY:

Archer’s Voice by Mia Sheridan 5⭐

Long Shot by Kennedy Ryan 4 ⭐

Whatever It Takes by Kristina and Becca Ritchie 5⭐

Wherever You Are by Kristina and Becca Ritchie 5⭐

JUNE:

Faking With Benefits by Lily Gold 5⭐

Marfil by Mercedes Ron 2 ⭐

One Percent Of You by Michelle Gross 5⭐

My Killer Vacation by Tessa Bailey 4⭐

People We Meet On Vacation by Emily Henry 4 ⭐

A Million Kisses In Your Timeline by Monica Murphy 4 ⭐

Meet Me Halfway by Lilian T. James 5⭐

JULY:

Mr. Wrong Number by Lynn Painter 3 ⭐

Puck Shy by Teagan Hunter 5 ⭐

Blind Pass by Teagan Hunter 5 ⭐

One-Timer by Teagan Hunter 5 ⭐

Texting Titan by Kaci Rose 3 ⭐

The Favor by Suzanne Wright 3 ⭐

Royally Screwed by Emma Chase 4 ⭐

Royally Endowed by Emma Chase 5 ⭐

Royally Matched by Emma Chase 5⭐

Sin Bin by Teagan Hunter 5 ⭐

Ignite by Melanie Harlow 3 ⭐

AUGUST:

Blind Side by Kandi Steiner 5 ⭐

Flawless by Elsie Silver 5 ⭐

Things We Never Got Over by Lucy Score 5 ⭐

Praise by Sara Cate 3⭐

Eyes On Me by Sara Cate 4⭐

Give Me More by Sara Cate 5⭐

Mercy by Sara Cate 3⭐

SEPTEMBER:

Beach Read by Emily Henry 5⭐

Icebreaker by Hannah Grace 5⭐

The Inheritance Games by Jennifer Lynn Barnes 4 ⭐

The Hawthrone Legacy by Jennifer Lynn Barnes 4 ⭐

The Final Gambit by Jennifer Lynn Barnes 3 ⭐

Nanny For The Neighbors by Lily Gold 4 ⭐

Mile High by Liz Tomforde 5 ⭐

OCTOBER:

Sunny Disposition by Deanna Grey 3 ⭐

I Dare You by Isla Madden-Mills 3 ⭐

I Bet You by Isla Madden-Mills 4 ⭐

I Hate You by Isla Madden-Mills 3 ⭐

I Promise You by Isla Madden-Mills 5⭐

Brutal Prince by Sophie Lark 4 ⭐

Scoring Chance by Teagan Hunter 5⭐

Heartless by Elsie Silver 5 ⭐

Out Of The Gate by Elsie Silver 3 ⭐

Stolen Heir by Sophie Lark 3⭐

Savage Lover by Sophie Lark 5⭐

Bloody Heart by Sophie Lark 5⭐

Broken Vow by Sophie Lark 5⭐

Heavy Crown by Sophie Lark 2⭐

NOVEMBER:

A Good Girl’s Guide To Murder by Holly Jackson 5 ⭐

Good Girl, Bad Blood by Holly Jackson 4⭐

As Good As Dead by Holly Jackson 3⭐

DECEMBER:

Happenstance by Tessa Bailey 3 ⭐

Lucky Number Eleven by Adriana Locke 2 ⭐

Lovelight Farms by B.K. Borison 4 ⭐

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hi, i'd like to ask a prayer for a friend who struggles a lot mentally and has a strained relationship with her family. thank you

Of course, may God bless her and comfort her. And may He bring forth peace and healing in her family relationships.

I have attached under the readmore some prayers that you might find beneficial.

Prayers for Someone that is Sick

Let us pray to the Lord.

Lord have mercy.

O Lord Almighty, the Healer of our souls and bodies, You Who put down and raise up, Who chastise and heal also; do You now, in Your great mercy, visit our sister (Name), who is sick. Stretch forth Your hand that is full of healing and health, and get her up from her bed, and cure her of her illness. Put away from her the spirit of disease and of every malady, pain and fever to which she is bound; and if she has sins and transgressions, grant to her remission and forgiveness, in that You love mankind; yea, Lord my God, pity Your creation, through the compassions of Your Only-Begotten Son, together with Your All-Holy, Good and Life-creating Spirit, with Whom You are blessed, both now and ever, and to the ages of ages. Amen.

Let us pray to the Lord.

Lord have mercy.

O Lord our God, Who by word alone did heal all diseases, Who did cure the kinswoman of Peter, You Who chastise with pity and heal according to Your goodness; Who are able to put aside every malady and infirmity, do You Yourself, the same Lord, grant aid to this Your servant (Name) and cure her of every sickness of which she is grieved; lift her up from her bed of pain, and send down upon her Your great mercy, and if it be Your Will, give to her health and a complete recovery; for You are the Physician of our souls and bodies, and to You do we send up Glory: to Father, and to Son, and to Holy Spirit, both now and ever, and to the ages of ages. Amen.

For Someone Else in Time of Need

O God, our help in time of need, Who are just and merciful, and Who inclines to the supplications of His people. Look down upon ____________and have mercy on them and deliver them from the trouble that now besets them. Deal with ____________ not according to their iniquities, but according to Your manifold mercies, for we are the works of Your hands, and You know our weaknesses. I pray to you to grant ____________ Your divine helping grace, and endow them with patience and strength to endure their hardships with complete submission to Your Will.

Only You know our misery and sufferings, and to You, our only hope and refuge, we flee for relief and comfort, trusting in Your infinite love and compassion, that in due time, when You know best, You will deliver ____________ from this trouble, and turn their distress into comfort. We then shall rejoice in Your mercy, and exalt and praise Your Holy Name, O Father, Son and Holy Spirit, both now and forever and to the ages of ages. Amen.

Prayer for the Intercession of Saint Anastasia the Greatmartyr

O holy saint Anastasia, healer and minister to captives, who did suffer greatly as a martyr while relieving the suffering of the poor and the sick, pray for us who are ill in soul and in body. Relieve us by your intercessions from the illnesses of our minds, from all evil temptation that seeks to disturb us, and from the suffering of our many afflictions. We ask these things boldly of you as you boldly approach the throne of our Lord Jesus Christ who alone is the Healer and Lover of Mankind. Amen.

Prayers for the Intercession of Saint Dymphna

O holy-martyr Dymphna, thou who didst imbibe of the saving doctrines of the Christian Faith at thy pious mother's breast, and flourished amid thorns like a beauteous lily: perfume us who run to thee with the sweet fragrance of reverence. Heeding the great apostle who dost thus admonish the faithful – “Ye are the temple of the living God Wherefore, be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers” – thou didst flee headlong from thy heathen father, desiring to escape the most vile profanation of the temple of thy body; teach us, O venerable martyr, to hearken also unto the Apostle’s commandments that we might flee from all unbelieving thoughts and evil suggestions.

Through many ages, pious Christians have journeyed from afar, to venerate thy precious relics, O holy virgin, for like an ever-flowing fountain thy tomb is a source of countless miracles. Wherefore, Gheel rejoiceth, as the place where thou didst lay down thy life for Christ; and all Flanders is filled with gladness, having thee as its glorious protectress. But we beg thee, blessed Dymphna, that through thy unceasing holy prayers the Lord send beams of grace upon us and all the faithful throughout the world. May all of us who suffer the darkening and delusion of mind find in thee a steadfast advocate and a wellspring of wondrous healing. Wherefore, thus healed, may we with a clear mind give glory, worship and honour to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and forever, and to the ages of ages. Amen.

Good Saint Dymphna, great wonder-worker in every affliction of mind and body, I humbly implore your powerful intercession with Jesus through Mary, the Health of the Sick, in [name's] present need. (Mention it.) Saint Dymphna, martyr of purity, patroness of those who suffer with nervous and mental afflictions, beloved child of Jesus and Mary, pray to Them for me and obtain my request.

(Pray one Our Father, one Hail Mary and one Glory Be.)

Saint Dymphna, Virgin and Martyr, pray for us.

Lord Jesus Christ, You have willed that St. Dymphna should be invoked by thousands of clients as the patroness of nervous and mental disease, and have brought it about that her interest in these patients should be an inspiration to and an ideal of charity throughout the world.

Grant that through the prayers of this youthful martyr of purity, those who suffer from nervous and mental illness everywhere on earth may be helped and consoled.

I recommend to You in particular (Here mention those you wish to pray for).

Be pleased to hear the prayers of St. Dymphna and of your Blessed Mother

Help of the sick and Comforter of the afflicted, on behalf of those whom I recommend to the love and compassion of Your Sacred Heart.

Give them patience to bear with their affliction and resignation to do Your divine will.

Give them the consolation they need and especially the cure they so much desire, if it be Your will.

May we all serve Your suffering members with a charity which may merit for us the reward of being united forever in Heaven with You, our Divine Head, who lives and reigns with the Father in the unity of the Holy Spirit forever.

Amen.

I turn to you, dear virgin and martyr, confident of your power with God and of your willingness to take her cause into your hands.

As patroness of the nervous and emotionally distressed, I firmly hope that through your kind intercession He will restore her lost serenity. Please gain for her the grace that He may expel from her soul the evil spirt of depression, hatred, fear and any other negative forces that may dwell within. May He speak to her heart and reassure her: “My peace I give you. Let not your heart be troubled nor let it be afraid.”

Pray for me, dear St. Dymphna, that her nervous and emotional turmoil may cease, and that she may again know serenity and personal peace. In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.

Prayer for Families Experiencing Difficulties

[This is taken from a Novena, you might find that praying the Novena to be of benefit]

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Dear Lord, we thank You and praise You for the many ways You have blessed us in our lives. We humbly ask You to pour out Your grace and assistance on all families struggling with difficulties.

In the midst of suffering and trials, it is not always easy to be strong and to persevere. Families who are struggling with difficulties are in great need of perseverance as they seek healing and all they need for a healthy family life.

Please give all families who are struggling with difficulty the assistance they need, and we particularly ask today that You help all families struggling with difficulty to grow in perseverance.

Help us to grow in every virtue we need for holiness. Give us the grace to dedicate our whole lives to You, even when we are suffering.

And we especially ask in this prayer for (mention your intentions here).

Lord, hear our prayers!

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

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