#my husband = solar flare

[alexandraisyes]

God I've realized that I have two whole ass AUs where I pair my husband with the murderous freaks. Except only one or the other. I need to pair him with both of them at some point.

[im-no-jedi]

💋💋💋

[alexandraisyes]

HOLY FUCK SOLAR FLARE

The amount of absolute adoration I have for this man is immense

I JUST LOVE HIM LOOK AT HIM HOW COULD YOU NOT LOVE HIM

I am in love with the way he is portrayed in your style you are doing gods work (feeding me)

I wanted to draw Solar Flare today but I was too busy so here’s a tiny wip of him before I go to bed

[feyhunter78]

Even If You Call It Love

Description: You are set to leave for Winterfell with Cregan, but Aemond doesn't want to let you go.

Part 1

“I have already had the servants pack the spices you wish the kitchen to use when we arrive, and the Glass Gardens, I will have the gardener clear out a space, you may plant whatever you wish.” Cregan says, his hand in yours as he spins you around, your new cloak—Stark gray and trimmed with fur—flares out around you as he does.

“Thank you, but I would not want to make more work for them.” You protest, smiling up at him as he pulls you into his embrace, lowering his head to brush his lips against yours.

“You are their Lady; they are and will be glad to do it.” He says, before connecting your lips, his hand moving to support your lower back as he dips you, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You cup his cheek, heart skipping a beat when he leans into your touch, his storm gray eyes closing, a blissful smile adorning his face. “If you say so, husband.”

Cregan chuckles, eyes open, staring down at you so lovingly it takes your breath away. “Once we are home, I will show you I make good on my word, wife, and if the gardener has too much work to do then I shall simply clear the space myself.”

“You would get in the dirt and do a servants’ work for me?” You ask, peals of laughter spilling past your lips at the very idea.

“There is an endless list of things I would do for you.” He breathes, his lips brushing yours with each word, punctuating his statement with featherlight promises.

“We shall test that at home then.” You jest, tangling your fingers in his hair, your lips parting instinctually for him when he deepens the kiss.

A servant knocks on Cregan’s door, shattering the moment, and he groans, the vibrations buzzing against your lips.

“Yes?” He calls, kissing the corner of your lips, then the other, then your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, until he has covered the plains of your face with chaste kisses, making you giggle.

“Lord Stark, there are servants preventing us from loading Lady y/h/n’s belongings onto the wagons.” The man calls through the door.

You bite your lip, watching as Cregan’s brows furrow. “One moment.” He says, pulling you back up onto your feet. He presses a kiss to your hand, bidding you to take a seat on the settee, then opens the door and steps outside with the man.

Their conversation is quiet at first, then increases in volume until you can hear each word as clearly as you heard Cregan whisper his affections for you, his lips pressed to your ear only two nights prior.

“I care not what the prince says, he cannot keep my betrothed’s belongings hostage.” Cregan says, his voice is a mountain, sturdy, unyielding, unable to be ignored or burrowed through.

“My Lord, she is a lady of Princess Helaena.” A new voice explains.

“Yes, and the princess has given her blessing, so that is not a shield he can hide behind.” Cregan snarls.

You purse your lips and get up from the settee, toying with Cregan’s ring around your neck. You join the two men outside, placing a hand on Cregan’s bicep. “My love, please, I will speak with him.”

Cregan takes your hand and presses it to his lips once more before turning it in his hand, with such gentleness it makes your heart stutter. “You should not have to trouble yourself with him.”

“And yet, I must.” You say, giving him a reassuring smile.

He sighs and presses his lips to your palm, then your inner wrist, nipping at the pulse point before soothing the sting with the tip of his tongue. “I will escort you there, then we shall depart to see your father and then onwards to Winterfell.”

“I cannot wait.” You say, and you mean, truly, deeply, mean it. You cannot wait to be married to Cregan, to be his wife.

“I will not call off the servants; you are not thinking straight.” Aemond says the moment you enter his solar, his arms clasped behind his back.

“Prince Aemond…” You sigh, moving further into the room, watching as he paces. This is not unlike him, he detests change, and is beyond possessive. Truly you should have seen this coming and had your things moved in the middle of the night, then perhaps you would have been able to slip from the Keep without ever facing him again.

“Aemond, please, call me by my given name, if any shall, it should be you.” He says, stopping before you, a torn expression you have never seen before on his face.

You do not wish to hurt him, you never have, but you can no longer put his feelings before yours.

“I need my things, Aemond, I cannot travel without them.” You say carefully.

“You cannot leave, I have need of you.” His voice is steady, that sense of confidence still lingering, though it is fading fast.

“Need? What need?” You ask, unable to reconcile the man before you with the man who turned you away only two days prior.

“What need? All of them, you are mine, are you not? I simply did not realize how essential you were to my day-to-day life, but I have now, so you cannot leave.”

You bring your hand to the front of your neck as Queen Alicent does, a calming gesture you believe she does not realize she does, but you have picked up, nonetheless. “Aemond, why now? We have been doing this dance for years, I am tired of it, the steps have grown listless, the music dull, the other dancers have left the floor, and I would like to leave with them.”

He reaches for you, fingers curling in the air just beside your cheek. “I have made you wait; it was cruel of me, and I see now it has driven you into the arms of another, but I would end your wait if you would stay.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you close your eyes against his mournful gaze. “You have said that many times, made many promises, how am I to know if you would keep your word?”

“I am a man of my word; how could you question that?” He says softly, his hand finally making contact with your cheek, caressing it gently.

You meet his gaze now, heart heavy, you cannot make him see what he does not wish to, but you will try. “I must question it, for if I do not, I will spend many more years here waiting for you to love me, and I cannot do that, not anymore, not when I kno—”

“That there is a wolf pup willing to chase your skirts and slide into your bed now that you have revealed how truly desperate you are for affection?” His words are harsh, but his tone is still soft, as if he does not think it an insult what he has just said.

Your brow furrows, ice creeping in your veins. “Are you insinuating that Cregan sees me as some kind of whore?”

“It is Cregan already, not Lord Stark or Lord Cregan?” Aemond slides his knuckles down your cheek, your neck, ending at your collarbone, taking care to stop at each mark Cregan has left on your skin even though they are covered with cosmetics. “I am insinuating that he is a beast, and beasts can sense weakness. He is seeking to exploit your weakness, ñuha nūmio.”

“He is not a beast, and he would not do such a thing.” You say, turning your face away from Aemond, your hands buried in your skirts.

He scoffs and picks up the signet ring—Cregan’s signet ring—that hangs from your neck on a sturdy but elegant silver chain. “Why else would he set out to charm you? My dear y/n, you bring no benefit to House Stark, and while you have many wonderful traits, you are not a highly sought after prize by any means.”

You take a step back, Cregan’s ring slipping from his hands and knocking against your breastbone. It is sobering, the cool metal, and it gives you strength. “That is your opinion, Aemond, but it is not Cregan’s.”

“Since when have you cared for any opinion but mine? What has changed, tell me who has turned you against me?” He pleads, his violet eye shining with a strange light.

“You, Aemond It was you who has turned me against you. I told you that I was not happy, and in truth I do not think I have been happy for a long time. So please, tell the servants to allow Cregan’s men to collect my things.” You beseech him, silently begging him to see sense. “I do not wish to share all my future husband’s clothes until I am able to procure more, but I will if need be. Do not make me do that, you know I hate dull colors.”

“We could be happy, I could make you happy, if only you would give me time.” He promises, taking your hands in his own, ignoring your words as he always has. His hands are cold, and you realize they do not fit yours as Cregan’s does. Your fingers do not seamlessly interlock, instead they fight each other for dominance, for room, for freedom.

You shake your head sadly. “No Aemond, it is too late…I am sorry, but you must let me go.”

His eye is rimmed red, and he shakes his head as well, silver hair falling forward like a curtain. “I cannot.”

“You must.” You whisper, squeezing his hands before sliding yours from him and taking a step towards the door. “You do not love me—”

“I do, I do, I love you, y/n.” He insists, grabbing your hands again and taking one step forwards for your backwards one.

The pain in your chest is a sharp, piercing one. This is all you have wanted for so very long, but now…it is nothing, it feels hollow, desperate, and you see Aemond as he truly is for the first time.

“No, My Prince, you do not. If you loved me, we would be wed. You would not have let anything stand in your way, I know you, I loved you, I have seen what you do when you do love someone, and you do not love me.” You tell him, giving him a tearful smile.

“And this…Lord Stark does?”

“He is marrying me.” You say, and it is the only thing that needs to be said.

Aemond releases your hands, but not before pressing a kiss to each one. “A victory for the North.”

You nod, fighting back a sob as a single tear hits your joined hands, and Aemond turns his face from you.

“You must write to me, if you have need, or…miss me.” Aemond says, clasping his arms, behind his back once more.

You turn and reach for the doorknob, “do not wait for my letters Aemond, it would not make either of us happy.”

Cregan stumbles back when you pull open the door, a sheepish smile on his face, but he is ready, with open arms, sweeping you into them and whispering how strong and brave you are.

You can feel Aemond’s eye burning into you, into Cregan.

“My Prince.” Cregan says, nodding his head towards Aemond, before he brushes the tears from your face and kisses you gently.

There is a strangled sound from inside Aemond’s solar, but Cregan’s lips on yours drowns out any sense of guilt, and you smile when he pulls away.

“Are you ready, Lady Stark?” Cregan asks, offering you his arm.

You take it and lean into him. “I am ready, Lord Stark, let us go see my father, and then home, to Winterfell.”

“Y/N—” Aemond’s voice, a broken, frantic thing, follows you, but Cregan merely pushes the door shut, and leads you away, towards your new, happier future.

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[thezombieprostitute]

Just spreading the love over here

That's definitely the look of someone who's angry. But who is he mad at and why?

Warnings: Implied violence, Kidnapping, Talk of cheating. Please let me know if I missed any!

Even before he's fully awake, Andy knows he's in trouble. His head is throbbing and the last thing he remembers is leaving your apartment and putting his wedding ring back on before you woke up. He was glad to have found a way out of spending more time with you. But then there was a thump on the back of his head.

His eyes aren't open but he feels the restraints around his arms and ankles, fastening him to a chair. He isn't gagged, though, so they clearly expect a conversation. This isn't a ransom situation, it's an interrogation. Well he's not an assistant DA for nothing. He can talk himself out of this easily enough.

"We know you're awake, Barber. Open your eyes and let's get this conversation started."

Andy complies and sees two of Fowler's top lieutenants glaring at him. Curtis "The Axe" Everett and James "Winter Soldier" Barnes. Two of the most dangerous men in the city.

"What is this about?" he sneers. "You know your boss doesn't allow you to touch government officials without good cause. And I know you don't have that."

"Does Laurie know about your girlfriend?" Barnes' tone is as icy as his nickname.

"And before you try to say you don't have one," Everett interjects. "Remember who you're talking to."

Andy bites back a rude comment. Fowler's gang wasn't the biggest but it was the strongest and the richest because they invested in information. Where other mobs would resort to violence as a first choice, Fowler saw the wisdom in blackmail and bribery instead.

"So what if I have a sidepiece?" he argues. "What's that got to do with your boss? You know his rules. I'm off limits!"

"We have Nick's blessing," Barnes tells him. "Because if you can't trust a man to keep his promises to his wife, how can you trust him to keep his promises to you?"

"Business is different," Andy tries to argue but his voice is dry.

"Not when it comes to family," Everett counters.

"And definitely not when it comes to the court of public opinion," Barnes adds. "What would the public think if their DA---"

"Assistant DA," Curtis interjects, eyes never leaving Andy. They all know it's a sore spot for Andy that he's not the District Attorney.

"Right, what would the public think if their assistant DA was cheating on his wife? How could such a man properly represent them in court? Your political career would go up in smoke."

Andy is fuming but he can't think of a way out of this. Fowler's backing was his only chance but now that he knows that's gone, he's grasping at straws.

"What's the cost?" he finally grumbles.

"You and your wife are moving to a lovely little town on the opposite side of the country," Barnes starts. "That program she works for is opening a new branch there and you, being a good, loving husband, are going to support her and move with her to the new location."

"I'll be starting over!"

"But with a good record," Barnes counters. "That's the final gift from Fowler for your years of help."

"If you refuse, or if you ever step foot in this city again, though," Everett growls, "and you'll find yourself physically, financially, and politically ruined."

"I understand," Andy scowls. "Now let me go so I can get the good news from my wife about our move."

"Glad to see that jackass gone," Curtis says.

"Can you believe he didn't even ask if he could say goodbye to our girl?" Bucky adds.

"I know. She deserves so much better than him."

"And she'll get it."

"She's gonna be hurting for awhile, but we'll help her through it."

"And treat her like the angel she is."

Tagging: @alicedopey; @darsynia; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly; @stellar-solar-flare; @thiquefunlover63

[zorosdimples]

UNDER HIS THUMB ꒰ uraume x reader x sukuna ꒱

minors and blank/ageless blogs do not interact—i will block you. cw: suggestive content. nonconsensual nudity. dubious touching. brief descriptions of cannibalism and violence. suicide mention. reader is referred to as “bride” and “wife.” reader has breasts. wc: 1053. notes: uraume ily—please ditch shitkuna for me <3 (based on this idea)

A fire blazes in the yawning hearth, bathing your bedchamber in a warm titian. The shadows of flames leap and dance across the cragged stone walls—a solar flare—a cosmic spectacle. Logs and branches resembling human bones sputter and spark, crackling in your ears. You shift in your seat. 

The diaphanous veil remains pinned to your crown as Uraume’s fingers move deftly through your locks, the sweeping gossamer that brushes your ankles now pooling on the floor. They unravel the intricate updo they crafted for the ceremony, your hair a glowing halo in the firelight, head bowed in gentle subservience. The pins that bite at your scalp are crusted in blood; the sharp pain has long-since softened into a dull throb.

“I hate him,” you announce. 

(It’s how you cope with your precarious situation: burying your fears beneath carefully woven layers of disdain.) 

Barren aside from a bed, a wardrobe, and an armchair, your threadbare accommodations are as cozy as a dungeon. No torch, tapestry, or looking glass adorns the walls. Your companion’s expression is hidden as they continue their work atop your head.

Uraume chastises you after a few beats, affectation frigid as ice. “You shouldn’t speak of your husband in such a manner.” 

You snort. This one-sided union will only further scar the ugly face of matrimony; looking upon your captor with respect or affection is as likely as you kissing the cheek of your slain mother a final time. “My ‘husband’ for all of ten minutes.”

“And still your husband, nonetheless.”

“I didn’t ask for any of this,” you snap. 

Uraume pushes you to your feet and fluffs the veil with a hum. They circle you, appraising your body—the flimsy, silken robe that ripples across your curves hides nothing from their piercing stare—then, for what must be the fifth time, they adjust the knot that holds the garment together. When their eyes meet yours, you find yourself falling for the ruse, plucking fresh buds from a field of fuchsia.

How you wish their gaze held more than cool indifference.

Ever perceptive, they reach out to gingerly tuck a wayward strand behind your ear; if you close your eyes and still your heaving chest, you can pretend that it’s an intimate gesture—the touch of a lover. “Rarely do we have a say in our own fates,” Uraume muses. 

Fidgeting with your fingers, you quell the urge to embrace your attendant. (It’s a disgraceful thought for a newlywed. But you can’t spool in the words that unfurl from your lips, the edges raw, frayed with longing.)

“I would have taken my life if it hadn’t been for you, Uraume. I can’t stand him.” 

“Master Sukuna would never allow you to harm yourself.” 

“Tch—that vile brute cares little for my well being.” Hatred flares within your chest, your once-blooming heart now withered with rot. Tears of anguish blur your vision and make each syllable tremble. “If he didn’t want to harm me, he wouldn’t have murdered and feasted on my family.” 

A smile tucks itself in the corners of Uraume’s lips like a secret, though you miss it—misty-eyed and waist-deep in a deluge of painful memories. “You seem to forget that I prepared their flesh at my lord’s behest.” 

“I can’t fault you for being trapped under his thumb; you’re kinder than you give yourself credit for, anyhow.” 

They chuckle darkly. “And what leads you to believe that?” 

It doesn’t occur to you until this moment that you’ve edged closer to Uraume. If you leaned forward, you would smell the frost on their porcelain skin, taste the mint on their breath. Despite yourself, you reach out, cupping their cheek. 

“You’ve been my devoted caretaker since I arrived, patient and helpful at every turn. Your presence is the only constant here—my sole comfort.”

“Oh? Is my blushing bride ready to consummate our unholy union?” A rumbling voice cracks the tense air open like a bone, marrow seeping out, juices staining the tender earth. 

Your neck snaps to the doorway. Your monster of a husband nearly blots out the frame with his inhuman physique, clothed in nothing but a simple pair of black trousers, both sets of arms crossed. Disgust pinches your brow and purses your lips; you sneer. 

“With you? Never.”

Amused by your vehemence, the King of Curses approaches you, both mouths curled into wolfish grins. Uraume bows as Sukuna invades your space, two clawed hands wrapping around your waist, the other two cradling your skull. He demands your attention, irises a wine-dark sea of skeletons and ichor. A cursed siren urges you to plunge into its depths. End your suffering.

“Uraume—has my wife been inappropriate with you in my absence?” 

Without hesitation, they answer: “Yes, my lord.” 

Several sets of eyes—one belonging to Uraume, the others to Sukuna—gorge on your discomfort. You bristle under their scrutiny, and fruitlessly attempt to rip yourself from your husband’s grasp, nails scratching angry lines across his tattooed forearms. 

He clicks his tongue. “My naughty little bride.”  

Bile burns your throat at the mock-endearment, bitterness coating your tongue. For as resolved as you’ve been, you shake with rage, the hulking beast before you stoking the embers of your wrath. He smiles something sharp and wicked before releasing you. You stumble backwards, limp as a ragdoll. 

“Uraume,” Sukuna commands. 

There’s an unspoken agreement between master and servant. When Uraume steps forward and swiftly unties your robes, you shriek, the fabric slipping open to expose your nude form. They proceed to rip the garment from your body; it falls to the floor in wispy shreds. 

Attempting to preserve your dignity, you scramble to wrap an arm around your chest and press a palm between your legs. “This hardly seems proper,” you pant. 

Sukuna snickers as he sits at the foot of your bed, spreading his legs. “How else is a ‘vile brute’ supposed to learn the intricacies of his little wife’s body if not through careful examination?” 

As much as you want to spew poison at him, you gasp when Uraume’s chilly lips graze the arch of your neck, their delicate hands slipping up to caress the swell of your breasts. Unable to stifle the moan that warbles past your lips, you make the sinister decision to revel in this pleasure—no matter how short-lived, underhanded, or wrong it may be.

[teecupangel]

Say Desmond post dying to save the world woke up during the time of the Isu as an Isu. If he got assigned to a Greek god or had one made in his "image" who/what would it be?

Of course, if you’re going to give me the option, Imma go for my ‘Zagreus/Dionysus is Desmond’s Isu ancestor’ idea XD

And we can even set this up during the botched experiment of the first Sage.

In the idea above, Zagreus was in charge of the Afterlife project, a project to record every human data to make it easier to manufacture them after their death with their memories (aka the ‘start’ of the resurrection myth)

Unfortunately, Zagreus was killed during an accident that may or may not have been intentional to ensure that the Afterlife project fails (unfortunately for them, the Afterlife project was already up and running by the time Zagreus was killed)

After he died, the Isus in charge of the Mead project decided to use him as the first Isu test subject to be ‘reborn’ and he gained the Sage Dionysus.

Unfortunately, Dionysus was a failure because he could not remember his life as Zagreus. Because of this, the Mead project was noted as a failure until Juno started to research secretly to save her husband.

And this is where we put Desmond…

We have three options:

1) Screw Zagreus’ history, Desmond is reborn as Zagreus as a baby.

2) Desmond wakes up as Zagreus the day after the accident. In this one, Desmond technically took Zagreus’ place after he died.

3) Desmond wakes up as Dionysus, the proto-Sage of Zagreus.

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Option 1 gives us the most freedom to fuck with the Isus and Desmond could even help the humans revolt earlier than they should have.

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Option 2 is the one where Desmond might have the worst time. He’d have to deal with the fact that he has no idea who Zagreus is and now he has to deal with (1) Minerva being his aunt and (2) everyone expecting something from him as the intelligent Zagreus.

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Option 3 gives Desmond a sorta better time because he could just say he doesn’t remember his life as Zagreus and the Isus would assume they have failed. Desmond would have more freedom since he is still a Proto-Sage and the world is ending anyway, they have no time to worry about him.

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Which leads us to an important note:

Option 1 is the only one where Desmond actually has a chance to save the world from the first Solar Flare. Option 2 and 3? It’s more of damage control by that point.

[skitskatdacat63]

No you're so right!!! I never really looked into Ferrari era sebson, other than ROC of course, bcs like you said, they're always at their peak when they're on a podium together! But here are some from 2015 I found 🤭🤭

(this is a bit late bcs istg none of my mutuals' posts ever show up on my dash) BUT OH MY GOD GRACE!!!!!!!!!!!! THOSE SEBSON PICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM GOING TO SOB THEYRE SO ADORABLE!!!!!!!!! SEB LOOKS SO TINY!!!! THEY'RE BOTH SO SMILEY AND CUDDLY 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

It's so funny bcs I instantly thought of you when I saw them and said your name in my tags and then I go check the tags and found your tags saying my name 😭 the sebson brainrot partnership is alive and well 🤝 I think I now need to go delve into Ferrari Seb era sebson bcs OH MY GOD!!!!! They are literally a married couple, you cannot tell me otherwise!!!

NO BUT IT'S SO ANNOYING it's so hit and miss as to whether my mutuals see my posts and if they do its like .. 2 weeks after I posted it's so annoying !!!! I love having conversations with people in the tags and it doesn't work if they just don't see them 😭😭

but OMG those pics I'm going insane😭😭😭 I NEED the clip IMMEDIATELY I must see this moment play out because jenson WHy are you manhandling him and OF COURSE seb is loving it he was literally born to be thrown around by jense

I never really think about looking for sebson content in the Ferrari years just because there's no podiums with them together and that's when they are at their most unhinged™, I must find more👀

[itmeansiris]

The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Answers Gen 1 pt.70

Takara's office was buzzing with enegry when M arrived. She stopped at the front desk instantly recongizing the long term receptionist.

M: Hi Renee. How have you been?

Renee: Mercury Hi! It's so nice to see you. It's been too long since you've come by. I'm good. How are you?

M smiled genuinely, she had always liked Renee. She was a sweet girl who you could usually find sketching. M had been honored to receive one of herself a few years back when Renee had been just an intern.

M: I'm good, thanks. I'm here to see Takara.

Renee: She's been waiting for you. She's just finishing up with a meeting. Do you want to wait in her office?

Before M could decline. Takara appeared.

Takara: Mercury.

Old fashioned but customary with Tomarang elders, M bowed when she greeted Takara.

M: Takara, hi.

Takara: Stop that M. You look tired.

Takara chastised her earnestly.

M: I didn't sleep well.

Takara: I can imagine. I saw the photos.

Mercury fidgets unable to quell her frayed nerves.

M: Yeah, I've seen them.

She responds dejectedly.

Takaras' demeanor softens. She sighed heavily and pulled Mercury in for a hug. M tightly embraced the middle-aged woman she had known all her adult life, drawing comfort from the contact.

Takara: Come.

They take the short walk to Takara's office. She takes a seat behind her desk but M stands.

Takara: Why didn't you call me as soon as you saw them?

M looked away slightly embarrassed by the whole ordeal. She had prayed that Takara was calling to discuss the book but had suspected otherwise.

M: Is this what you wanted to talk about?

Takara: Look. Who is this?

She turned around to inspect the photo on the screen and her temper flared.

M: Paris. How do you know her?

She practically hissed through clinched teeth.

Takara: I don't, but after I saw those photos I had my people do some digging. The images led back to this girl. She not only took them but was also the one who posted them from an anonymous page. Stupid girl doesn't know how to clean up behind herself. She didn't even get rid of the originals online properly. Guess she thought deleting them meant they were gone forever. How naive.

M: Okay. So Paris took the pictures. She's friends with Madison and Madison is seeing Kason. Are we all caught up? This doesn't change anything, He was still there. With her!

She could feel that anger she had been worried about rising, as she drew the conclusion that Takara was defending Kason.

Takara calmly responds.

Takara: Yes, he was there. With me.

M: With.. you?

Takara: Yes, with me.

Takara tapped a few keys and pulled up her emails. She scrolls for a while before stopping on an email thread that is addressed to Kason. She opened the email and scrolls to the top allowing M to read each email in its entirety. Then she opened a web browser and pulls up The Sims Daily from a week prior. In the Recent neighborhood stories section are images of Kason, Takara and Madison all at the cafe. Next to it was the usual celebrity sighting story of Takara and Husband of bestselling author Mercury Gratz eating at the local cafe.

M felt her world shift back into place. The relief she felt overwhelmed her and she went to take a seat, unsure her legs would continue to support her.

Takara: You see. Our little red-haired friend conveniently left yours truly out of the photos. Kason was helping Madison's club host an event, for you.

M: Why didn't he just tell me?

Takara: Me again. I swore him to secrecy.

M smiled to herself. She knew what it meant to be sworn to secrecy by Takara. It was like taking a blood oath.

Takara: Guess he took it pretty serious. Kid's got guts holding out like that when someone tried to take advantage. Shows how much faith he has in your trust in him.

The relief instantly turns to guilt. It plagued her mind with doubt and regret.

M: (Did I believe him? Will he forgive me? Does he hate me? I called him a liar. How could I be so ungrateful?)

M: And Madison?

She asked instead. Trying to stay focused. Takara shook her head dismissing the implied question.

Takara: Trust me when I say that Madison means you no harm. If she was after anyone it would have been you, M. I promise you, nothing is going on. I wanted to talk about your book deadline but maybe that's enough for today. Go home, kiss and make up with your husband and get some rest. That's and order.

Brindelton Dog Park (While M is meeting with Takara)

Kason arrived at the dog park 5 minutes early. He unleashed Comet and set him free. The clouds were dark and gray. They danced across the sky, teasing with the threat of rain. He pulled his coat tightly around him, the cold and cloudy day adding to his already somber mood. He took a seat on the bench and waited.

Madison: Hey Kason. I don't have much time. What's up?

He stood, his body ridged.

Kason: What the hell is this Madison?

He asked his voice nearly a growl.

Madison: ....Paris.

She spoke her friend's name with resignation. That alone was an admission of guilt. Madison had planned to tell Kason about her friendship with Paris back when she'd gotten that confusing note the night of their meeting. She'd had a bad feeling and figured it was best to come clean before Kason found out on his own. Unfortunately, she'd gotten caught up the next couple of days calling and video chatting with Beckett and it had slipped her mind. Now it was too late.

Kason: Yes. Paris. Care to tell me how you know her?

Madison dropped her chin to her chest, her eyes were downcast in shame.

Madison: Kason, I'm so sorry. I was going to tell you.

Kason: Tell me what Madison?!

He barked, unable to contain his frustration any longer.

Madison: The truth is I knew who you were the day we met. Paris is my best friend. She put me up to saying hello.

Madison: At first I was just going to say hello and leave. I wasn't interested in Paris's game. Then you told me you were married to Mercury and...

Kason: And what? You started a game all your own? Mercury saw those. She thinks something is going on between us.

He replied in an accusatory tone as his eyes filled with disappointment.

Madison: I'm sorry! I told Paris to leave you alone months ago. When she called you after her business trip. I never wanted any-

Kason: You Knew about me for that long? You're as bad as your sick friend. I can't believe I trusted you.

Kason shook his head and turned to leave. He stopped a few paces away and called over his shoulder.

Kason: I'll tell Takara the event is cancelled.

Then he whistled for Comet and left.

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Beginning

Poses

@elen-shine Top secret & Male emotions

@starrysimsie on the line

[ghostsandfools]

Ghost's one sentence opinions on every tsams/laes character (that I care enough for to have opinions about)

Sun - She deserves so much more.

Moon - Ehhh.....

Nexus - He's a little dumb.

Lunar - I have WAY too many feelings about him.

Earth - I want a hug.... :(

Montgomery - I want to shoot them.

Gemini - I'm so so so so so so so normal about them, I swear, I swear I don't wanna make out with them and cuddle them and play with their hair I swear to GOD-

Nebula - She's so sassy, but also she's so adorable!

Rez - 🥺💞❤️👉👈✨😫🥰😘🫣🤭🫦👀💋🍑🌶️🌹🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🪐

Taurus - I wanna explain all of the FNAF lore to him.

Leo - I want him to be Italian.

Eclipse (the current one, I didn't know much about the other three) - He's fine, I like his dynamic with Earth, I don't have many feelings about him.

Solar - He is me in the show, I genuinely just see myself every time I look at him.

Bloodmoon - I don't like how the show insists he's evil in every dimension, dimensions should theoretically be infinite with an infinite amount of possibilities, and as much as I hate Bloodmoon, it is genuinely impossible for there to not be a nice one SOMEWHERE.

Ruin - He is NOT morally gray, he is a lot less redeemable than everyone makes it seem.

Dark Sun - Genuinely zero feelings towards him whatsoever.

KC - I wish he was my dad :(

Dazzle - They're so adorableeeeeeeeeee

Jack - It reminds me of my cousin, I love its dynamic with Dazzle, it's just adorable.

Puppet - Morally Gray Mommy <3

Foxy - I understand him so much. I don't like all of the choices he's made, but I get it man.

FC - Little guy :D

Solar Flare - ????????

Spaniard - I'm so mad that they just killed it off, it didn't even get its own death episode, they just glossed over it, WHAT THE FUCK.

Goliath - Okay I know he only showed up in like one episode so he could kill Spaniard and then dip, but he gives off serious himbo vibes, imagine if they reprogrammed him to be nice and he just goofed off in the background-

Creator - :(

Trashcan Man - I know nothing about him except for the fact that he's Creator's husband

Molten - I wanna like him, really, I do, but he's just so boring...

Lunara - PLEASE I NEED THEM TO BE A PERMANENT VILLAIN LIKE DARK SUN, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

World President Earth - I need her to team up with Lunara, I'LL DIE WITHOUT IT!

Lord Eclipse - Kinda fucking ugly tbh

Sven - YES.

That one overworked employee who was at the restaurant Sun and Moon went to and who sold Daisy to Earth - Most. Underrated. TSBS. Character. EVER.

Feel free to reblog with your own opinions on the characters, even if it's characters from one of the other shows, I'm curious what y'all thinkkkk

[alexandraisyes]

Killcode and Solar Flare are husband and malewife; they are married and no one can change my mind.

[sillysybilsden]

Hey all! Sybil here!

Like many – if not all – Tarot readers, I happened to struggle with understanding court cards in my journey. The difficulty in interpreting these cards lies in their very nature: it is not the Major Arcana’s archetypes or the Minor Arcana’s scenes we are talking about, but people! And, as human beings, we all know how difficult it can be to understand the way other human beings feel, think and behave. Because of that, it can be difficult to tell apart a rank – Page, Knight, Queen or King – from another.

This is what inspired me into writing this blog. After 5 years of experience and countless readings, I created a method that makes it easier for me to understand these cards. I do want to say this: just because it works *for me*, it doesn’t mean that it will – or should – work for everyone. Every Tarot reader is different and, willingly or not, puts together their own way to decipher the 78 cards which 👏🏻 is 👏🏻 valid 👏🏻.

So… let’s dive into it, shall we?

By “qualities” I mean a “distinctive attribute or characteristic possessed by someone or something”¹, which doesn’t have positive or negative connotations. The way I see it, two sets of qualities can be attributed to the court cards. The first one, is characterised by the dichotomy “Passive/Active”; the second, by the dichotomy “Beginner/Advanced”. Let us look into both.

1.1 - Receptive vs. active

I will start with a very brief detour. During the Renaissance, when Tarot cards were first created, people were very strict when it came to gender roles. The majority of women were ordered to submit to their husbands and held little to no power, whereas men were ordered to conceal their emotions and act tough no matter what. In 1909, when the Rider-Waite-Smith deck first came out, the situation was not that different.

Nowadays, we know that gender roles are not as fixed as we thought they were in the past: men are allowed to be fragile, women are allowed to be independent. Not only that, but we also started acknowledging that there are more than two genders around – shout-out to all non-binary folks. Because of that, labels like “feminine” and “masculine” are not that adaptable to modern times. In place of those we can use, respectively, “receptive” and “active” – or, as Benebell Wen suggests, “yin” and “yang”². The same concepts are expressed, but this wording allows us to be open to the constant changing of time.

Now that we went through this extremely important premise, we can look into the dichotomy.

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 || “able or inclined to receive”³. Individuals who are receptive are great listeners – and, because of that, they’re often said to be intuitive. They are sponges to everything that’s around them. They prefer staying still over running around, waiting over doing. They share an important connection with the moon: just like the satellite does with tides, receptive people can change the world around them in a subtle-yet-powerful way simply by existing.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 || “engaging or ready to engage in physically energetic pursuits”⁴. Individuals who are active are speakers – maybe even debaters. They see the world as a place full of objectives to achieve and mountains to climb. Contrarily to receptive people, they enjoy running around over staying still, doing over waiting. They share an important connection with the sun: just like the star and its solar flares, active people use their bursts of energy to change the world around them in a fairly loud way.

1.2 - Beginner vs. advanced

𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 || “a person just starting to learn a skill or take part in an activity”⁵. An individual who identifies as a beginner is unfamiliar with the matter at hand, but excited to get to know it. They can be naive and/or reckless. They are likely to make mistakes and fall to the ground, but they will soon be back on their feet – mistakes are precious lessons after all!

𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 || “far on or ahead in development or progress”⁶. An individual who identifies as advanced is very familiar with the matter at hand, and knows how to wield it in their favour. They are wise and experienced. They are unlikely to err – since they’ve already had their fair share of mistakes in the past – and because of that they are great at giving advice. As we will see when analysing the ranks, advanced characters are the only ones who know how to merge, to an extent, receptiveness and activeness.

1.3 - To sum up

Personally, I love having a visual reference when learning new, abstract concepts. For this reason, I have decided to provide you with the following table. Through that, you will better understand how the qualities above are distributed in the Tarot court.

Thanks to this table, we can see that both the Page and the Queen are receptive, whereas the Knight and the King are active. So… let’s do something different, shall we? Let’s start by analysing the courts using the “passive/active” dichotomy instead of the usual progression from the lowest rank to the highest – Page to King, that is.

For shortness’ sake, I have decided not to include an explanation of every single court card, just the ranks. You can find the meanings on your own by doing a simple addition, which is

RANK + . . .

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 || creativity, new projects, energy, willpower

𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒 || emotions, spirituality, intuition, relationships

𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 || intellect, rationality, hardships, thinking

𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 || matter, pragmatic, finance, solid foundations

2.1 - Pages

(Receptive + beginner)

Think . . . student, scholar, learner.

Being receptive, Pages are all about listening to the lessons the element they are approaching is willing to teach them. They’re beginners, which means they learn with an open mind and excitement. It is the phase of acquainting, right before moving the first step.

They are the beginner witch who watches videos and reads books on the basics.

2.2 - Queens

(Receptive + advanced)

Think . . . nurturer, artist, poet.

The Queen is nothing more than an experienced Page. They know perfectly well what the element of their suit is about, and they use it to give birth to new, creative ideas. This doesn’t sound very receptive, right? That’s because, being advanced, the Queens have learnt how to bring some activeness to their receptiveness.

They are the experienced witch who creates a new spell.

2.3 - Knights

(Active + beginner)

Think . . . maverick, storm-like personality, rebel.

The Knight is someone who’s starting to put into practice the potential of their element. They are doing so without having collected enough knowledge, though, and they are very likely to mess-up because of that. They are chaotic beings who don’t realise that with every action comes consequences. The Knights either do too much or too little, they are foreign to moderation.

They are the beginner witch who decides to perform a way-too-complex ritual that backlashes.

2.4 - Kings

(Active + advanced)

Think . . . entrepreneur, CEO, leader.

The King is nothing more than an experienced Knight. They know perfectly well what the element of their suit is about, and use its power in their favour. They do so by putting what they’ve learnt so far through experience into practice. However, they are much less impetuous than the Knight. That is because, being advanced, the King has learnt how to bring some receptiveness to their activeness, moderating the fiery temper of their beginner counterpart.

They are the advanced witch who casts a spell successfully.

Now that we have described the Court cards through the “passive/active” dichotomy, it is time to reorder them from lowest to highest rank. This will allow us to give a more coherent sense of progression, which will consequently help us remember the cards more easily. But let’s spice things up: let’s reorder the ranks by telling a tale using the same character we ran into before, the witch.

𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 || Our witch just ran into witchcraft for the first time thanks to a friend of theirs. They were recommended to start learning about protection and cleansing, so they decided to buy a few books on the subject.

𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 || The witch then decides to cast their first spell, which happens to be a curse they had read about online. Because of its complexity and the absence of protections the spell backfires, bringing bad luck to the novice practitioner. Fortunately enough, their friend helped them face and fix everything.

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 || After that, they decided to go back to studying. Once enough knowledge is collected, the witch feels confident enough to create a spell themselves: a protection spell jar. They study properties of plants, crystals and colours to help them achieve their objective.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 || After the initial hardship and having researched thoroughly, our novice witch puts what they’ve learnt into practice. Unlike the first time, this spell is successful!

Now, this was a lengthy post. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed reading this! I hope everything was clear – if not, feel free to hop in the comment section with your question.

That being said, I wish you a lovely rest of the day/night!

Sybil

Footnotes

¹ Google Dictionary

² B. Wen, "Holistic Tarot"

³ Merriam-Webster Dictionary

⁴ Google Dictionary

⁵ Google Dictionary

⁶ Google Dictionary

Resources

1. Tom Benjamin: Reading the Courts

2. Tom Benjamin: Court Cards - A Reliable System!

3. Lightwands Tarot: Quick Guide to Court Cards

4. My list of Tarot resources (Docs)

The pictures of the RWS deck that I have used can be found on Wikipedia.

[alexandraisyes]

HOLY FUCK ITS THE HE

THE HIM

MY MAN

SOLAR FLARE

[moonlit-dreamers]

Can you rate all TSAMS characters?

oh dear lord- i can certainly try tho i get the feeling i'll forget some lol

in order of favorite to least favorite

sun - 10/10 - hes perfect, nothing can change my mind. hes heavily traumatized and incredibly anxious. hes the perfect specimen for whump AND hurt/comfort. im also just Heavily biased

ruin - 9/10 - yall cant fight me on this hes one of my favorites. hes a tragic, morally gray villain that did what he thought he had to. hes a sad pathetic wet cat of a man who i bet all my money on (a whopping 500 bucks) that he doesnt even know who he is as a person

eclipse - 9/10 - him being below ruin on the list means nothing bc theyre equal in my heart. again, tragic wet cat of a man whos too damn tired to deal with this shit any more. i also relate to him in ways that probably arent healthy <3

solar flare - 8/10 - BRING MY BOY BACK HE DID NOTHING ‼️

dazzle - 8/10 - sweet baby girl she can do no wrong

jack - 7/10 - he can do many things wrong but nothing could make me hate him forever <3

molten - 7/10 - he baby. he sweet. he dont know the world and thats okay. maybe i just like it when murder machines turn into pacifists and just want to have fun.

dark sun - 7/10 - he fascinates me. i want to put him in a lil test tube and study him under a microscope. i need to ask so many questions, most of them being some form of "what is wrong with you"

computer/spaniard - 7/10 - we dont talk about the previous 2 computers we dont care about them (i dont hate them im just biased <3) i only care about SPANIARD. i miss my boy why did they have to kill him he couldve been so good. sun needs his husband back/silly

old moon - 6/10 - he is... certainly a specimen. i keep bouncing between "i hate him i want to rip his head off" and "im wrapping him in a blanket so tight he cant breathe". before he died he was an absolute prick and the fandom ruined him for me bc everyone fell for his manipulation and blamed sun for shit moon did and bc i was so biased towards sun it was difficult for me to not hate him. after he came back hes more fun (and tolerable) due to him actually improving but i wish he had more set-backs bc like. to him he'd been dead for like. a week. he should be struggling more <3

earth - 6/10 - cant quite pinpoint it but i Do feel like she could be done better as a character. she... doesnt really change that much? idk how to describe it. maybe i just find her boring lol

solar - 6/10 - yes i am putting him this far down on the list bc i feel like he couldve been done SO much better. he has so little flavor it hurts. what are his struggles? what is his goal? what does he even do outside of sun n moon?? and dont even get me STARTED on how little his past is brought up in a meaningful manner, let alone be something that effects him. you could say "oh hes gotten better" yeah but we saw none of it so like?? fbkdsgnjkds i'll need to rant about his character another day smh my head

killcode - 6/10 - it was fun while it lasted or something like that. he was interesting and i Do wish they had just.. left him alive? not bc he would be "useful" or wutever but just bc like. wut if he wants to come back randomly? like he wouldve just been a fun side character

nexus/new moon - 5/10 - listen. i dont wanna put him down here. but his current arc fucked him over. he was so fun and whimsical before! he was just a silly lil guy trying to navigate the world around him and desperately trying to fill a role he couldve never filled. his current arc couldve been SO much better. but its not as emotionally charged as it could be. like. they just completely threw away his original motive! and now he doesnt care?? not even the slightest??? booooo tomato tomato tomato throwing tomatoes/ref

lunar - 5/10 - again, you can fight me, but current lunar just isnt it for me. lunar before he died? hell yeah. he was such a lil shit that only cared about stuff if it benefited him. he didnt care that he was hurting moon with his movements, he just switched sides bc moon actually paid attention to him. him and bm couldve been SUCH a good duo too OTL

bloodmoon - 5/10 - honestly i liked v1 bm more than v2. idk man. something about their energy was so different and it lured me in. v2 kinda just felt.. boring. no critiques on his character, just not for me *shrug*

gemini - 5/10 - i dunno. just boring to me

monty - 4/10 - yet another moment of "no direct hate on the character just uninteresting to me" with monty. theyre just. boring. also another moment of "i liked them before [insert event]" with the event being before earth.

the creator - 4/10 - just. meh? he could be better as a villain but hes like. been here for so long that i wonder if he really does much of anything? idk man. im losing steam atp dnf,jsdgndkj

this might be all of them..? i dunno. probably missed a bunch (and yes im aware i shoved in some laes characters shush). im gonna leave out eaps characters so this doesnt get longer and so i dont go on a hate rant about puppet/j

[maladaptivewriting]

gah!!! i just finished binge reading Solar Flare and i need to scream about it so here i am

the way you have written these characters into the twilight world is MAGIC, i’m loving the Black family dynamic so far and the characters you picked to include surprised me at first but makes so so much sense?? like, Lily being the logical, caring but mean when she wants to be sister of that group is perfect. and Evan/Regulus have HISTORY!!!!!!!! i am eating up the delicious juicy jealousy happening from both Evan and Barty, i love that dynamic so much and i cannot wait to hear everyone’s story but especially the Ev/B/Reg of it all.

and friends to lovers Dorcas and Marlene being lesbian werewolves (presumably)?? iconic. i am also operating under the assumption one of them is the baby wolf that Hagrid has adopted👀

AND, the anticipation in my bones is visceral, Remus about to be a werewolf and Sirius being the fucking town vet who can talk to animals is EVERYTHING TO ME i will simply wait by my window, yearning, for your ao3 update email as if you are my husband away at war until the end of time

thank you thank you thank you for writing!! love your style and characterizations and really just everything i think <3 hope today treats you right!!

i'm so happy to see someone picking up all the little details in solar flare. it's such a slow story but im trying to lay the groundwork for a much bigger network of characters.

[alyssa-the-witch]

Myth Writings- Hestia Swears to Abstain

Hey guys! I know this isn't my normal posting habits, but I've been writing my own interpretations of Hestia's myths in devotion to her, adding more details to the already existing story. And I figured the people here would like to hear it too. So this is the first of probably many that I'll post here as they come. So I hope you enjoy. As always, these are my versions of the mythos, so agree to disagree, and don't start fights!

🔥☕🏡🐖------🔥☕🏡🐖------🔥☕🏡🐖------🔥☕🏡🐖

Hestia has always been focused on her duties. She tends to Olympus’s fires, maintains hospitality on earth, and keeps peace between her siblings, nieces, and nephews. She is very content with her life, and doesn’t want anything to disrupt her routine. 

One day, Poseidon came up to Hestia with a bouquet of small flowers that looked like flames on a stalk. He expressed his love for her, vowing to calm the seas and storms forever, reducing floods for the mortals if she were to marry him. However, she refused, saying that she simply didn’t want a husband. Simple as that. Poseidon chucked the flowers into the sea, the dent making small underwater vents that look like volcanoes.

Apollo, thinking he could do what Poseidon could not, tried his hand. He brought her the same flowers, but this time tied with a maroon ribbon. He also proclaimed his love, saying he’ll lessen the sun’s rays and stop droughts if she were to marry him. Once again, Hestia stood firm and refused, saying that she, once again, didn’t want a man. Apollo threw the flowers into the sun, causing a solar flare. 

Hestia quickly became fed up with the men’s nonsense. Next time all the gods joined together for discussion, instead of staying to the side and mediating, she spoke up for the first time.

“Both Poseidon and Apollo have come to me this week, claiming love for me. Have I not made it clear enough that the hearth is all I want to deal with? I don’t need a man chained to me to do what I do, and I refuse to ever accept the advances of a man.” Apollo, angered by this rejection of his passion, spoke next.

“You’re as stubborn as a mule, aren’t you?” He proclaimed, clearly angry. But Hestia didn’t show any anger, merely the disappointment of a mother.

“Then a mule I shall be. And they shall be mine.” She retorted. Then, she stood and walked up to Zeus, placing a hand on his forehead. “I swear on my brother’s head, for all of eternity, I will never even consider the touch of man or woman. I swear to remain dutiful, focused, and firm, as long as the Earth shall live. If I ever stray from these values, you have the right to smite me.” She proclaimed. “And also, I’d like the mules for my own.” Zeus, both shocked and impressed, simply shook his head. 

“And so it shall be…” He muttered. With a flick of his wrist, all donkeys and mules on Earth were under Hestia’s jurisdiction. And with that, no man dared touch Hestia again. Her self-reliance and independence are values that many younger gods and mortals look up to to this day.