#never have I felt a sense of unity in this way

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Edge of The Blade Chapter 3

Genre: prince!ateez x fem!assassin!reader, royalty au, non idol au, fluff, angst, slow burn, poly!teez

Word count: 3.7k

Chapter warnings: death, murder, nightmares, small talk of nightmares. Please let me know if I missed anything!

Synopsis: After a series of assassination attempts on the king's sons, the kingdom is on edge. Y/n arrives at the palace as the protector no one expected, with unparalleled combat skills and a keen mind. Her arrival brings intrigue, admiration, and confusion to the princes. Each brother is drawn to her in his own way, forming unique connections that bring a new sense of unity to them all. As they work together to unravel the mystery behind the attempts on their lives, Y/n becomes both a protector and a secret weakness for the princes—making them stronger and more vulnerable than ever.

A/n: Oh I am so excited for you guys to read this chapter. We get some good interactions between Y/n and the princes and even learn a little bit more about her and get our first one on one interaction with one of prince!teez as well, bet you can’t guess who. As always, I hope you enjoy reading and let me know what you think of this chapter!

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Y/n's first morning in the palace dawned with a soft, golden light streaming through the grand windows, illuminating her new quarters with a warmth that was surprisingly inviting. She was already awake, sitting by the edge of her bed as she took in her surroundings. Her mind was still adjusting to the reality of this new chapter in her life: she was now the glorified bodyguard of the kingdom’s princes. Her duty was clear, but the magnitude of it all felt almost overwhelming. She knew each day would be a test of her skill, patience, and willpower, and the weight of the responsibility settled heavily on her shoulders.

The decision to accept this role hadn’t come lightly. She’d always worked independently, carving out a path in the shadows, accustomed to relying on herself and herself alone. But as she looked around her spacious quarters, noting the polished floors and intricate tapestries, she reminded herself that this was an opportunity she could not turn down—a chance to serve in a way that her past life as a mercenary never allowed. A chance to protect, to prevent harm rather than avenge it. This is what she had been telling herself since stepping foot inside the castle, and perhaps for a while she would have to remind herself of this often.

Dressing swiftly, she donned her uniform. It was different from what she normally wore, but its dark colors still allowed her to go about unnoticed as she always had. Her fingers lingered briefly over the insignia stitched into the fabric. It felt strange to wear something so… official. She took a steadying breath and stood, ready to begin her day, feeling a small but sharp flicker of excitement tempered by her usual guardedness. Despite the king’s wishes for her and his sons to become acquainted, she couldn’t allow personal feelings to be added into the mix and cause a mess if she were to somehow fail. She couldn’t become attached.

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The schedule for her first day required her to accompany the princes during their daily routine of attending court meetings, and as she walked through the winding corridors toward the main hall, she ran through what she knew about each prince in her mind. Hongjoong, was the crowned heir even if he wasn’t the oldest, known for his leadership skills and sharp wit. Seonghwa, calm and composed, was the analytical mind, offering a balance to his brothers' often fiery personalities. Yunho, the most approachable and charismatic, often took on the role of peacemaker. Then there were the younger princes: San and Yeosang, known for their charismatic personalities and knack for strategy; Mingi and Wooyoung, the spirited brothers who could turn any room lively; and finally, Jongho, who, despite his stoic exterior, held a fierce loyalty toward his family and an interesting strength. He demonstrated that much when he had split an apple in half with his hand in the dining hall the previous night.

As she arrived in the main hall, she spotted the brothers standing in a loose circle, engaged in conversation. Their voices echoed through the hall, lively and carefree. The sight was a reminder of what her duty entailed: these weren’t just royal figures; they were brothers, each with distinct personalities, bonded by a shared history and love. And now, she was responsible for ensuring their safety.

She straightened her posture and approached them quietly. As she drew closer, the conversation halted when Yunho caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye and greeted her, and the princes turned to face her as he did so.

“Ah, Viper!” Yunho greeted her warmly, flashing a broad, friendly smile. “We were wondering when you’d get here. Thought you might be hiding in one of the tower rooms, planning your escape!”

The lighthearted comment drew chuckles from the other princes, and Y/n couldn’t help but smile back, despite the slight tension she felt in her chest, despite knowing she couldn’t risk attachment. Yunho was just that naturally inviting, she supposed, knowing that her resolution to be strictly professional would be difficult to uphold.

“I assure you, I have no intentions of abandoning my post,” She replied, a faint smile gracing her lips as she spoke. “But if I did, it would be well-planned and untraceable.”

The brothers laughed, and Wooyoung, ever playful, gave a mock gasp. “An untraceable escape? Sounds like we’re in capable hands, indeed.”

Hongjoong stepped forward, his expression more serious but no less welcoming. “We’re grateful to have you here, Y/n. I understand this role is new for you, as it is for us, so let’s work together to make this transition as smooth as possible.”

“Of course,” she replied, meeting his gaze. “My priority is your safety, and I’ll do everything in my power to fulfill that duty.”

Seonghwa gave a small nod, his eyes appraising her. “Do you have any thoughts on how you’ll proceed? We have our routines, and I imagine your approach to security might shift things a bit.”

“It’s possible,” she replied carefully. “For now, I’ll be observing each of you and the palace’s layout. I may suggest adjustments where necessary to ensure your security.”

Mingi leaned in, curiosity sparking in his eyes. “Are we allowed to know what you’re thinking?”

Y/n offered a slight, reserved smile. “Some things, yes. But for others, I’ll need to maintain discretion.”

Jongho crossed his arms, studying her with a slight tilt of his head. “So, basically, you’re watching our every move from now on?”

“In a sense, yes,” she said, her tone neutral but professional. “But only to keep you safe. I’m not here to intrude on your lives.”

“Let’s give her some time,” Hongjoong interjected, his voice authoritative but kind. “We’re all adjusting, but in time, we’ll find a rhythm.”

Y/n appreciated Hongjoong’s understanding. These were young men with their own lives and aspirations, and she was determined to respect that while fulfilling her duty. They didn’t need her to be in the way as they went about their lives, all she was meant to worry about was keeping them alive and weeding out the threat to their lives.

As the morning wore on, she followed the princes through their routines, accompanying them to meetings with palace advisors and walking with them through the gardens, it was a nostalgic feeling to witness the inner workings of a royal court again, only this time she wasn’t a child being shushed or ushered out of the room when she asked questions or topics became to heavy for a child to be present for. Each step through the palace allowed her to assess the surroundings, noting potential vulnerabilities. The castle itself was grand and ancient, and with its size came a natural complexity that created both hiding places and blind spots. This wasn’t a simple assignment, but she was used to challenges.

After accompanying the princes back to the main hall, she excused herself, noting she had a few concerns to bring to the captain of the guard. Navigating the winding corridors, she eventually found the captain’s quarters, tucked away near the training yard. She knocked, and the door opened to reveal Captain Christopher, or Chan, as she’d heard some of the guards call him.

He was a sturdy figure with a calm, calculated air about him, his uniform pristine yet worn in a way that hinted at years of experience. He greeted her with a nod, his eyes sharp and observant.

“Viper, is it?” he asked, his tone straightforward. She recognized the same accent that tinged Felix’s.

“That’s right. And you’re Captain Chan,” she replied, returning his nod with a slight smile.

“You’re here to discuss security measures, I assume?” he guessed, motioning for her to enter his quarters.

“Yes,” she confirmed, stepping inside. The room was minimalistic but filled with maps, plans, and a well-used sword leaning against a nearby table. “I’ve had a chance to accompany the princes through some of the castle today, and there are a few areas I think we should address.”

“Go on,” he said, gesturing for her to sit as he took a seat across from her.

“There are several blind spots in the upper corridors,” she began, referring to areas she had noticed earlier. “Anyone with intent could use those areas to evade detection. Additionally, the guards in the south tower seem more relaxed than the rest. They may need more rigorous training if they’re to handle potential threats.”

Chan listened attentively, nodding along as she pointed out various security weaknesses. “You’re thorough, I’ll give you that. Most people don’t notice such gaps until they’re exploited.”

“Experience has taught me to look for these things,” she replied, her tone level. “If we can address these vulnerabilities now, it could save us a good deal of trouble later.”

“I agree. I’ll make arrangements to bolster the guard rotations in the identified areas,” he said, his respect for her judgment evident. “I’ve heard of your skills, Viper. The king wouldn’t have appointed you to this position without reason.”

Her gaze softened slightly. “Thank you, Captain. I only hope to live up to his expectations— and my own.”

He gave her a reassuring nod. “If you keep up this level of vigilance, you’ll do just that. The princes are fortunate to have you watching over them.”

They continued discussing strategies and patrol adjustments, each point solidifying Y/n’s confidence in the captain’s abilities and the collaboration they’d have moving forward. By the end of their conversation, she felt a newfound respect for him. Chan was a capable leader, one who prioritized the safety of those under his protection. It was a relief to know she’d be working alongside someone so dedicated to his work.

As she left Chan’s office quarters, Y/n felt a sense of purpose settle in her chest. The conversation had reminded her that she wasn’t alone in this mission. There were others equally devoted to keeping the princes safe, and with each passing day, she would become more deeply integrated into their lives and the fabric of the palace’s lively routines.

The afternoon passed swiftly as Y/n continued shadowing the princes after her meeting with Chan. As the brothers moved to the training grounds, she was surprised to find herself invited to join them. Yunho, grinning widely as he tossed her a wooden practice sword to which she looked down at with a skeptical gaze. He couldn’t be serious.

“Care to join us?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with a hint of challenge. Oh, he was serious.

Y/n arched an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “I wouldn’t want to embarrass anyone,” she teased, swinging the sword deftly in her grip, assessing the weight of it in her hands.

The other princes gathered around, intrigued by the prospect of sparring with their new protector. Seonghwa, ever the strategist, observed her stance with interest.

“If you’re as skilled as the king says, this should be… enlightening at the least,” he said, nodding to her with a quiet respect.

“It could certainly be beneficial to learn something from a trained assassin.” Yeosang chimed in, finally making Y/n secede and opt in to spar with them, at least then she would be able to gauge how well each of them could protect themselves and allow her to know who she would need to focus more on protecting if it came down to any of them having to hold their own against an attacker. She would do her best to make sure they would be able to survive long enough for her to reach them.

One by one, the princes took turns sparring with her, each offering a different approach and level of challenge. Wooyoung’s unpredictable movements kept her on her toes, while Jongho’s strength forced her to focus on speed rather than brute force. As the sparring session continued, Y/n found herself relaxing, caught up in the thrill of the exercise and the camaraderie that blossomed in the heat of competition.

When it was Hongjoong’s turn, he offered her a respectful nod before adopting a stance opposite her. Their duel was a test of precision, patience and their own wit, with each strike carefully calculated. The intensity of his gaze was matched by his determination, and Y/n found herself fully focused, he was determined to match her skill.

After a few rounds, the sparring came to an end, and the brothers clapped and laughed, pleasantly surprised by her skill. Yunho clapped her on the back, grinning. “You’re going to fit in here just fine, Viper. You’re tougher than you look!”

She chuckled, a genuine warmth filling her at the casual, almost familial atmosphere. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she belonged somewhere— more than just a passing shadow in a series of jobs, but as part of a team. A family, even. No. She had to stop feeling like that. She wouldn’t— couldn’t— risk it. They were not her family.

As the day drew to a close, Y/n found herself walking back to her quarters after making her rounds with the guards, feeling exhaustion creeping in. But it was a good kind of tired, a feeling of satisfaction mixed with anticipation for the days to come. She had only been in the palace for a short time already, yet each interaction with the princes and Chan had shown her that this role was more than just a job. It was a chance to protect something— someone— that mattered. A chance to be part of something bigger than herself, she couldn’t fail because she let herself become attached.

She took a deep breath, letting the cool evening air fill her lungs. The palace was starting to feel less foreign, the weight of her responsibilities balanced by a sense of purpose and need to succeed.

As she reached her quarters, she took one last glance out at the sprawling gardens below, silently vowing to protect these young men, not just out of duty but from a newfound sense of loyalty.

This would be her life for now. A new chapter, filled with challenges and camaraderie, trust and vigilance. And as she closed her door behind her and lay in her bed, Y/n knew she would face whatever lay ahead with unwavering resolve.

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In the quiet hours of the night, long after the castle had fallen silent, Y/n's sleep twisted into turmoil. Shadows crept into her mind, coiling around old memories— terrifying memories she wished she could forget but only came alive whenever her guard was down.

She was small again, barely ten years old, sitting on the edge of her bed in the large chamber she had once shared with her little sister who now slept down the hall, bathed in the moonlight coming through the window as she waited for her parents to come tuck her in. It was a soft, familiar light, casting long shadows across her room. But then, the shadows seemed to stretch, growing darker, more ominous. A muffled crash from the main hall broke the stillness, and she heard faint, hurried whispers just outside her door. A sinking feeling, deep and sickly, grew in her stomach as she tiptoed to the doorway, hands trembling as she pressed her ear against the wood.

Footsteps— many of them— echoed through the hallway. Her father’s voice, low and tense, reached her ears, but before she could make out his words, there was a thud, followed by a strangled cry. Her heart pounded painfully, the blood rushing in her ears as she listened, terrified, to the chaos erupting beyond the safety of her bedroom door.

She cracked the door open, peering into the hall just in time to see a flash of silver—a blade, gleaming wickedly in the moonlight. She stifled a gasp as a man, cloaked and masked, drove the sword into her father’s chest, the nobleman’s eyes wide with a mixture of pain and defiance. Her mother, standing a few paces behind, screamed, her face a mask of horror as her eight year old sister hid her sobs against their mother’s leg. Y/n’s body froze as she watched her mother reach for her father, only to be pulled away by another assailant who struck her across the face as another grabbed her sister who screamed and thrashed in the unknown man’s arms.

Tears stung Y/n’s eyes, and she clamped a hand over her mouth, desperately trying not to make a sound. She stumbled back into her room, but the floor creaked underfoot, and one of the masked men looked up, his gaze locking onto her door. His eyes were cold and unfeeling, and she knew in that moment that if he found her, she would not survive.

Her mother screamed again, shouting for Y/n to run, but she couldn’t move. Fear kept her rooted to the spot. She watched, helpless, as the men dragged her parents and sister down the hallway, out of her sight, their desperate cries fading until there was nothing but silence. The only sound left was her own rapid, shallow breathing.

The nightmare twisted further, her vision blurring, and suddenly, she was standing in a strange, dark void, the faint echo of her mother’s screams ringing in her ears. She could feel a heavy hand on her shoulder, pulling her back into the memories, but it was too late— the darkness had her, and she woke with a gasp.

Her eyes shot open, and she sat up in bed, clutching the covers as her heart raced, her skin clammy and cold. Her chest heaved as she tried to calm herself, but her mind was still in the nightmare, trapped in the helplessness and fear of that awful night. She buried her face in her hands, trying to chase away the lingering images, but they clung to her mind like shadows.

Realizing she wouldn’t be able to sleep again anytime soon, Y/n slipped out of bed, wrapping a cloak around her shoulders before quietly leaving her quarters. She needed to walk, to breathe, to remind herself that she was here, in the safety of the castle, not in the nightmare of the worst night of her childhood.

The dimly lit corridors of the palace stretched before her, silent and empty. She walked slowly, her footsteps echoing softly as she wound her way through the newly familiar paths, letting the cool air calm her racing heart. Without realizing it, she found herself at the entrance to the library, the large oak doors looming before her. Libraries were one of her favorite places, a sanctuary of sorts, and as she pushed open the door, the faint smell of aged parchment and leather-bound tomes filled her senses.

She slipped inside, letting the stillness settle over her like a balm. She walked among the shelves, her fingers trailing over the spines of books, drawing comfort from their silent presence. But as she turned down one of the aisles, she caught sight of a familiar figure sitting at a nearby table, his face illuminated by the soft glow of a single candle.

Prince Yeosang sat alone, his gaze distant as he thumbed through the pages of an old book. He looked peaceful but troubled, his brow slightly furrowed as if he were lost in thought. Y/n hesitated, unsure if she should interrupt him, but something about his quiet presence eased the remnants of her fear.

She cleared her throat softly, and his gaze shifted, his eyes meeting hers. He seemed startled at first, but recognition softened his expression, and he offered a small, weary smile.

“Viper,” he greeted her in a low voice. “I didn’t expect to see anyone here at this hour.”

“Nor did I,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she stepped closer. “I couldn’t sleep.”

He nodded, as if understanding perfectly what she meant, without her having to even utter a work of the nightmares that plagued her mind. “Neither could I,” he admitted, closing the book and setting it aside. “I find myself coming here often on nights like this. It’s quiet… comforting.”

She took a seat across from him, allowing the silence to settle between them. For a moment, they simply sat there, each lost in their own thoughts, bound by a shared, unspoken understanding. In the flickering candlelight, Yeosang looked contemplative, his usual guarded expression softened by the intimacy of the late hour.

“Do you… ever have nightmares?” she found herself asking, the words slipping out before she could stop herself.

His gaze flicked up to meet hers, a shadow passing over his eyes as if he were remembering the hauntings that plagued his own mind in the late hours of the night. “More often than I care to admit,” he replied quietly. “Memories have a way of haunting us, don’t they?”

She nodded, feeling a strange sense of relief in his words. “Yes,” she whispered. “They do.”

They sat in silence once more, the weight of shared understanding settling comfortably between them. Yeosang’s presence was calming, a quiet reassurance that reminded her she wasn’t alone in her struggles. She hadn’t expected this, hadn’t anticipated finding solace in the presence of one of the princes she was sworn to protect, but in that moment, she felt a flicker of peace. A long forgotten feeling.

After a while, Yeosang leaned back in his chair, his gaze softening as he looked at her. “Thank you for being here, Viper,” he said quietly. “I know we’re the ones who need protecting, but… sometimes, I think we’re all in need of someone to share the silence with.”

A small smile tugged at her lips, and she nodded, feeling a warmth bloom in her chest. “You’re welcome, Your Highness,” she replied, her voice soft but steady as she stared out the large window at the moon as it lit the clear night sky and illuminated the inside of the library with its tranquil gaze.

In the quiet of the library, surrounded by shadows and the soft glow of candlelight, Y/n felt her heart settle. The memories still lingered, but for the first time in years, they felt a little less heavy, softened by the gentle presence of someone who understood.

“Just Yeosang is fine.”

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PICK A CARD: The ☆Glow-Up☆ 2024 Has Planned For you

♠︎ “At bottom every man knows well enough that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvelously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche

Disclaimer: This is a general reading, take what resonates. 

p1 → p2 ↙︎ p3 → p4

✧ Pile One ✧ (queen of cups, 5oC rev., 10oC, the chariot, the magician, 4oS)

Release.

➣ The central theme of this glow-up is inner fulfillment. You are on a journey of true self-love. The queen of cups is sitting proudly at the front of the spread. Major water energy here. You are unraveling emotional trauma down to your roots and reevaluating past attachments and burdens with the six of cups.

➣ I picture floodgates opening, allowing all of the pent-up emotional turmoil to release and finally free you on a deep psychophysiological level. You released something, an attachment or mindset that was set in motion during your formative years that was hindering your ability to hold compassion for yourself.

➣ Shuffling my music, "Daddy Issues" by the Neighbourhood came on. I also saw the hierophant while shuffling the cards. You experienced a lot of undervaluing and emotional neglect in your home. Emotions in your home were taboo and possibly even punished.

➣ I feel like the people around you growing up, were either always dissatisfied with you in some way or made you feel small. Since this is a group reading, it is hard to word this without excluding a large chunk of the audience, but some of you grew up in a home situation where any form of outward self-love or expression was met with a lot of negativity and ridicule. 

➣ This forced you into hiding your true self which groomed you into a mental space full of self-criticism and doubt. In your mind, you were unwanted or inherently broken in some way and deserved less. The way you were treated created deep emotional wounds in your young psyche which made it hard to feel satisfaction within yourself or with the outer world.

➣ With the five of cups, I get the sense that you had felt you were in a desert and unable to fill any of your cups so to speak. Baby, that’s coming to an end. The ten of cups is at the center of your spread with a big ass RAINBOW touching corner to corner. The drought is over. The dark days are over. The sun is shining and you can taste hope again. 

➣ On this self-love journey, you are currently grieving (releasing) a degraded perception of yourself along with any beliefs that inhibit you from feeling good about your character.

➣ You are realizing just how enough you are and flushing out all of the poison that was crammed in your head about being inadequate. You are freeing yourself from the chains of feeling unworthy of a good life.

➣ You will find true beauty in every corner of you. Beauty in your laugh, beauty in how you dance, beauty in how you take care of yourself, beauty in what you care about, inner beauty that cannot be taken from you or scaled down. You will nurture your inner world, thus adding color to your outer world.

➣ During this major life-changing period, your view of reality will flip in a way you never thought imaginable. Life will feel worth living again. Your music will move you more and the swift pass of wind will invigorate you with new ideas for creative projects that will propel you forward to lifelong prosperity.

➣ I’m hearing 🎵 “… I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so proud of you” from Make Me Proud by Drake. Congratulations babe, you just broke a fucking karmic cycle. 10 of cups, following the 5 of cups??? You have graduated from a dark knight of the soul and are now approaching new, abundant energy.

➣ The universe is proud of you. Your ancestors are proud of you. Your inner child is proud of you. Your God(s) is proud of you. All of the cells in your body are proud of you. You have released something cosmically within you. Please hug yourself and have a good cry because you are doing something you never believed you could. Your hopes and dreams are unfolding.

��� Get ready to make your daydream your reality.  With the chariot, you’re prepping to TAKE AWWFF BABY. The release of this blockage has raised your energetic vibration and is ushering bountiful opportunities into your life, new passions, new ideas, and new connections. 

➣ Your newfound faith in yourself is going to give you the courage to go out and experience life. Most importantly you will find satisfaction in the mundane. Every frame of your day will be brighter and feel better. You have gone from 5 empty cups to an eternally flowing fountain. Take the time to thank yourself for all of the hard work you put in to get here. 

➣ Advice: Extend yourself grace. During this period, you will have enlightening moments that will unlock pieces of the puzzle surrounding your trauma and a lot more will make sense and become easier to process. 

➣ However, as the flawed humans we are, we tend to make sense of something and then turn around and beat ourselves up for not realizing it sooner. Or, minimizing our pain and criticizing our past selves for not doing more about it because hindsight truly is a dirty dawg. No that is not how it works. 

➣ That’s like when you were in school and the teacher would start bullying you for not understanding a subject. YOU HAVE A DEGREE??? I’m fourteen?? Of course, you can say it's simple when you have already “graduated” and learned from it, not when you’re in the middle of experiencing it.  You gained clarity during this tower moment and can now see the bigger picture and liberate yourself. 

➣ Younger you fought to make your way through the fog and deserves grace because you would not be here today without your younger self’s perseverance. Forgive yourself for the time it took to get here and see the beauty in your evolution throughout the journey.

➣ Also, drink plenty of water and get rest!! It’s Pisces season, and a Pisces new moon is coming too. Most of your trauma will unravel while you’re unconscious. Please get plenty of rest and hydrate. This pile has Cancer/4th house energy written all over it. Mother yourself during this period. Clean your room, make your favorite foods, watch cheesy movies, and splurge on special skin care. Pamper yourself. okay I'm done. KISSES.

"My consciousness has outgrown this vessel"

✧ Pile Two ✧ (4ofS, the tower, the wheel of fortune, the emperor, the lovers, judgment, 7ofW, ace of wands)

Life's gotta always be messing with me (you wanna see the light) Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I) Can't I take away all this pain? (You wanna see the light) I try to every night, all in vain, in vain

Justice.

➣ I asked for a song to explain the central theme of your reading and I got "Freak on a Leash" by Korn. I get the feel that one of the main struggles of your life path is unfair judgment. People are quick to create a false narrative of you and run off with it.

➣ If you read my last PAC, “What is most alluring about you”, you may have chosen pile 2 or 3. With the seven of wands, you are constantly under attack.

➣ Take what resonates but I see a few scenarios. People may be quick to paint you as a bad person without getting to know you. Your public reputation was heavily influenced by rumors from people who intentionally wanted you to be disliked. People will take something small, blow it out of proportion, and try to impose it as a character flaw. Oh, you don’t eat the crust on your sandwich? How wasteful! There are starving kids out there, you’re so inconsiderate!! and then everyone else in the room who claims to not like you (but are truly your biggest fans) are oooing, ahhing, and egging that hating ass bitch on. 

➣ I’m seeing a bus. You may have been betrayed and thrown under the bus a few times before. This is the pile of my Lilith placements. Your power is your ability to garner attention, both good and bad. You attract a lot of envy. The ugliest emotion, in my opinion. It’s partners in crime with greed. 

➣ For some of you, I am getting the message that all of this underserved hate has sent you into a dark mental space and driven you to take an attempt on your life. And if you like my messages or my readings please believe me when I say this,

 I know you are meant for greatness. I picked up on your energy and you found this reading for a reason. Just like the Universe and everything within it, we go through cycles. And I know this is a long, painful cycle but it will come to an end and you will get out of this darkness. From the bottom of my heart, I feel your importance and I am happy you are here to share this moment with me. Keep swimming, I support you, the Universe supports you. The sun is rising and is offering you a new beginning.

➣ In this dark period in your life, the negative attention may have outweighed the good. I see a theme of being outcasted and isolated. Severe bullying. For some, even abuse. Like pile one, you have gone into hermit mode and isolated yourself from the unfair judgment of the world. 

➣ But head up muffin, the scales are balancing, and the wheel of judgment is turning in your favor. Following the wheel of fortune, you got the fucking emperor!!! You will come out of this on top. The people who kicked you while you were down will have to swallow their pride and kneel to shine your shoes while you sit rightfully on the throne. The public scrutiny you face needs to balance itself out karmically.

➣ Think Megan Thee Stallion. I won’t bring up any of her business, but if you've been keeping up with social media, there is a good chance you are well aware of it. That woman has gone through the unimaginable, one traumatic event following the other all while facing an obscene amount of public scrutiny. She had to go into solitary and off the internet to rebuild her life. But guess what??? MY GIRL STAYS ON TOP>>>>> After all the bullshit she endured, she’s coming out on the top of the charts, brand deals with major conglomerates, she is the people’s princess.

➣ That’s going to be you. You have dealt with a lot of injustice in your life, now you’re coming out of your “rehabilitation” and all of the people who spent the better half of their day attempting to tear you down will have to watch your rise like a phoenix and fucking weep.

➣ People were constantly taking from you , now the universe (whatever you want) is preparing to give you the power to replace what you have lost tenfold. Ace of wands, I see that life is handing you the metaphorical talking stick. The king stick. You are being blessed with a flame in your belly (activated solar plexus chakra) and the chance to completely reinvent yourself. 

➣ There is a lot of king and authority messages here, the ball is in your court. You are being released from the shackles of public perception and these next few months will be filled with inspiration and willpower to prove everybody wrong and showcase your strength.  I feel like a good chunk of this group will get chances to be in positions of authority or importance. 

➣ This is going to sound silly but I got this exaggerated imagery of a mean person calling you poor and ugly but the next year you drive past them in a Bugatti with their sugar boo in the passenger seat. HELLOOOO.

➣ With the lovers, I see you are coming in union with what is rightfully yours. In the grand scheme of cosmic law, you are owed good fortune and it is on its way. With the tower, I see an explosion and people fleeing. You’re going to pop out stronger than ever and that’s going to scare people cause whatever superiority they got from painting you as inferior is going to blow away and their true scummy nature is going to be seen. 

➣ After this, there may even be people who pretend to be your friends and claim they supported you all along. Have faith in your discernment. I have faith in your discernment. It will all be okay pookie.

➣ Advice: Just keep swimmin' my love. <3

"The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth."

✧ Pile Three ✧ (queen of wands, knight of pentacles, 6oC, page of pentacles, 10oW, 3oW, the hermit)

It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Awaken.

➣ Regardless if you’re a woman, a man, somewhere in between, or none of the above, you are approaching a newfound understanding of your sexuality. For some of you, it is a full-blown sexual awakening. 

➣ Some people here are realizing their sex appeal, others are coming to terms with their lack of sexual attraction, some are learning what they like in sex and what they’re attracted to. Yes bae, all of it; the whole spectrum of sexual exploration is here.

➣ There is an emphasis on attraction to yourself. You will see a huge shift in your physical appearance. Yes, your style will change but the main reason for this glow up is because you shifted the perception of yourself into a higher light. You’re allowing yourself to feel desirable and embracing the aspects of yourself you once shunned. 

➣You will carry yourself in a higher regard and this will open doors for you. Look into the mirror and give yourself a nice smack on the ass. Your self-esteem is sexy.

➣ Pile one is on a watery emotional self-love journey, this pile is all about fire and finding out where sexuality and passionate relations fit into your life. 5th house (flings, passions, hobbies), 8th house (sex and rebirth), 9th house (adventure, connecting with your soul tribe).

➣ I asked for a song to tie up this message in a cute little bow and I got the 639 HZ frequency. This is the frequency of love, radiation, and positive energy. It is the frequency of the heart. The heart chakra is opening significantly during this glow-up.

➣ You are opening yourself to adventure and sending a high vibe out into the ether. I see a sunflower and the queen of wands is decked out in bright yellow, you are stepping into the spotlight and attracting a lot of attention. I would say Venusian attention because the aura here is very romantic and collaborative. It's like the universe is spraying you with extremely magnetic pheromones and having opportunities run at you.

➣ You are going to get a lot of offers. Love offers, career offers, party invitations, you’re going to be involved with exclusive circles. You are realizing your self-worth and now you’re attracting things and people who also see value in you.

➣ This isn’t going to resonate with everyone, but I sense that for a few of you, there is going to be a reconnection with a past lover or a past friend from your childhood (or just the past in general). I also sense a theme of using your attractiveness and people’s attraction to you to your benefit. Somehow monetize your appeal. 

➣ It is like you finally released your ugly duckling mentality and you woke up and went, “WOAH, what can I do with this???” Lmao you discovered you’re an undercover member of the pretty privilege club.

➣ Yeah, with the page of pentacles and the ten of wands, I’m seeing an entire life path open up for you. Your passion and fiery energy will get you places, and you’ll go on adventures exploring your opportunities with that. Some of you will even become spicy content creators or do some risque sex work. Orrrrrr just venture into a career path you weren’t courageous enough to do before. 

➣ You’re a giant magnet energetically right now (I mean c’mon, 639 HZ???) you’re attracting a lot of romantic suitors. But watch out, they’re not all good suitors.

➣ I pulled another card and got Justice in reverse. Some people will try to get over on you. Also, the person on the justice card looked strangely untrustworthy when I flipped it over. Once again, practice your discernment.

➣ Your romantic and passionate life is taking off and it's going to be extremely exciting, especially if you are coming out of a period of stagnancy. However, with the 3 of wands and the hermit, the cards remind you to remain centered and plan bigger. Your passion, attractiveness, and sexuality will amount to more than hookups and shallow relationships if you invest in yourself wisely.

➣ You are unlocking an advantage you have in this lifetime. Open yourself to career endeavors, social networking, and creating a strong foundation for your talents and hobbies. Yes, date and have fun but don’t spend all of your energy in one place. Your attention and your energy are your greatest currencies.

➣ To expand on the hermit, I need to emphasize you are going to be getting a LOT of attention soon (I’m getting Sun-conjunct-Venus energy, is that in your natal chart or is there a transit with Venus right now or something?). You will receive more eyes on you than average and this might overwhelm you and push you into hermit mode.

➣ That is okay, let life flow. During those moments to yourself, dream big because you have the power to pull your dreams into your reality.  You will meet lifelong friends during this period. I am sensing a power trio for some of you. 

➣ Advice: To wrap up, we all know attractiveness is social currency, and you are coming into a great deal of social wealth baby. But please spend it wisely and do not lose yourself in the crowd. Keep up with your self-work and take introspective breaks away from people so you can figure out how to best utilize this awakening for you. 

➣ You look really good in red currently. Red hair. Red lips. Red clothes. Red jewelry. The color red is bringing you a lot of abundance. Okay bye. MUAH. <3

"I said mom, I am a rich man."

✧ Pile Four ✧ (page of swords, knight of cups, wheel of fortune, temperance, 7oP, the devil rev.)

Ascension.

➣ OMG I’m so sorry, I wrote a novel for the other piles but this one is going to be short. Maybe you were drawn to another pile mainly and this is your secondary pile. BUT IT’S SHORT BECAUSE ITS FUCKING AWESOME. 

➣ The song I channeled for you was named “Elniño Prodigo” and I want to say the artist is Love Record but I'm not too sure. This means child prodigy. When I was laying out your cards, I got this sense of anticipation and impatience. Theeeennn BOOM the wheel of fortune, temperance, and the seven of pentacles smack me in the face.

➣ Oh me oh my, you are chilling in the universe’s womb just BAKIN’ being prepped for a complete rebirth. You are a prodigy, you are not meant to live an ordinary life, you are being prepared for a unique journey. I know this is going to sound hard to believe because I feel like with this pile, a large portion of your life was spent in waiting.

➣ Do you feel like you are a late bloomer? If so, trust me, it is for a reason. Whatever you build in this lifetime will be built slowly and have a solid foundation because your legacy is meant to withstand the test of time and last long after you leave this Earth. This period you’ve spent waiting is you getting your ducks in a row and sowing your seeds for the next evolution of you. I said something like this in my last pac, if that's you, heyyyyyyy i’m glad your energy stuck around, i love it.

➣ Do you have Pisces or 12th House placements mixed with Saturn significance? Whatever this glow-up exactly holds for your future is a secret. It’s the universe’s divine surprise to you. I did not get any energy detailing exact events, just something big in the works behind the scenes is making its way to you. 

➣If you’re reading this pick a card there’s a good chance you’re spiritually attuned and can feel this cosmic shift happening. Something about your energy is so excited. I imagine a hyper dog being held back by a leash because it's not quite time yet.

➣ If you’re in a period where you’re not seeing any life progression and it's causing you anxiety, relax, you are on the right track and you are where you need to be. You have not wasted time, time really isn’t even fucking real. Everything is moving slowly for a reason. 

➣In this “boring” period you are meant to tap into your inner world and curate what you want your life to look like. Create vision boards, imagine your future hobbies, involve things that mentally stimulate you, keep the spark of curiosity in your life, and nurture your inner dreamer. 

➣ You are connecting with your sensitivity at this time, finding the sweet spot where your mind and heart meet, and letting it fuel your zeal for life. Get these thoughts on paper. Journal them, draw them, sing it, and call this energy into the 3D. Your life is about to have a complete 180. Maintain faith.

➣ You’re seeing a lot of synchronicities currently. Animal synchronicities and repeating numbers(111,444,222,1144,1414). You’ll find strangely personal messages in music and media. Maybe you’re seeing shapes repetitively pop up around you in your environment, like stars or eyes. 

➣ Patience is a life lesson for this pile, there is a lesson to be learned in the stillness of your life. You are mentally restless right now, slow your body down and try out parasympathetic regulation techniques to calm your racing thoughts. Go swimming, take a class, try out a new hobby. In this “womb” era, enjoy your last moments of stillness because your life turns up a notch. I’m not even getting rebirth, I’m getting BIRTH. No matter your age, your life is truly beginning in this new season.

➣ Advice: I see a lot of clouds. I see angel symbolism. You’re ascending. You’re shedding old skin, letting go of dead weight, and you’re growing wings, getting ready to experience life to the fullest. Maintain hope that your life will pick up pace and become exciting again. 

➣ Find peace in this waiting period. Listen to bird sounds!!! They are going to calm your mind and elevate you emotionally. You’re growing your wings and getting ready to take off like a bird, you should learn from the best. Okay, I love you, the universe loves you, MUAH <3.

"Your sim has gone stir-crazy!"

watching tumblr shit on my images in real time is just...

On a lighter note, I know some of these piles are heavy, I posted my first reading two days ago, and the support I received has brought so much joy into my life. I love doing this, if you like this me doing this, I'll do this forever. I am eternally grateful for all of you likes, reblogs, and comments <3

Also, some of these piles are connected, feel free to poke around and pick up on messages spread out for you. okay, I'm done. kisses! MUAH

[blushlambs]

more of patrick’s controversially young college gf!! (18+) (part one) (🌀)

patrick had never been a believer in spirituality; it simply wasn't his thing. but that night he met her.. something inside him shifted. it was as if their souls had entwined. as their bodies connected, he could almost sense her divine essence merging with his, a profound unity that defied logical explanation. the intensity of this sudden infliction of confusion had patrick’s mind reeling. he had never felt like this for anyone before.. let alone a girl in her early twenties.

he found himself thinking about her constantly, her presence haunting his thoughts and dreams. It wasn't just a physical connection; it was as if she had awakened something dormant within him, a yearning for something more profound and meaningful. he caught himself eagerly checking for her texts each morning, he found himself smiling at every new photo and replaying every audio message just to hear her voice. he was captivated by her in a way that surpassed infatuation; it was a deep affection that left him feeling vulnerable.

on tour, he resorted to sleeping in his car again so he could spend his savings on gas to visit her as much as he physically could. to him, every sacrifice was worth it just to catch that look of admiration in her eyes when she spotted him in the hallway of her dorm. the warmth of her embrace, coupled with the innocent smile that typically graced her face made it all worthwhile in his mind.

“hi baby, miss me?” he teased, dropping his bags to lift her effortlessly, her legs draping around his waist. “you gotta stop coming here without warning me!” she protested playfully, wrapping her arms around his neck. “why’s that? got a little boyfriend i don’t know about?” a mischievous grin spread across his face as he held her close, savoring the warmth of her embrace and the familiar scent of her presence. “never.”

they tended to spend most of their time together in isolation, restricting themselves to the comfort of her dorm room. despite their deep connection, she knew how people on campus felt about her and patrick. words spoken in passing, questioning their age difference or the unconventional nature of their relationship, lingered in her mind. he could care less.

they hadn’t fucked since that night at the bar. patrick made sure she understood they were making love. he’d spend countless hours worshipping her, lapping at her little pussy while he jerked himself raw, out of sight. he reveled in the moments when she surrendered to him completely, her body arching and her breath hitching with every touch, every whisper of his name on her lips. her pleasure became his obsession.

of course, patrick wasn’t an innocent man. deep down, something primal inside him urged him to shove his fingers in her mouth and have her tearing up as he shoved his thick cock inside her little asshole. he craved the sensation of her nails digging into his back, leaving it bloody and torn from the force of her passion. he wanted bite marks on his shoulders as evidence that he shut her up. yet, something held him back. despite his intense desires, he genuinely cared about her.

that's why he found himself in missionary, biting his lip to refrain from confessing his love to her. that’s why he was holding her hand as she looked up at him with dilated pupils, mouth gaping slightly as soft whimpers left her lips. he knew it was pathetic, knows young patrick would be laughing in his face, mocking him for being love sick. yet, one thing remained unchanged between him and his younger self: he was always going to cum inside.

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

A memory || Young President!Coriolanus Snow x reader

GIF by @sommerspage divider by @firefly-graphics

Summary: You have never questioned Coriolanus about what happened during his exile as peacemaker. But when the truth is revealed, Snow’s past quickly comes to haunt him.

Warning: blood, mention of infidelity, miscarriage

Wc: 1,818

Coriolanus Snow Masterlist

“I really don’t think this is a good idea y/n.” Snow paces around the room as you sip your tea. “I’ll be fine Coryo, It’s a duty as First Lady that I need to do. It brings hope and somewhat unity to the districts.” Snow stops to look at you, his piercing blue eyes never failing to make you squirm under his gaze.

“If any of them touch you I swear-“ He storms your direction before you cut him off, “No one is going to touch me Snow. The baby and I will be perfectly fine.” You reach for his hand and place it on the barely there swell of your stomach. He lets out a sigh, dropping to his knees as he leans his head gently on your stomach.

“I want you back in one piece, untouched.” He softly says as you put your hands on either side of his face. “I promise.” Was all you said before kissing his forehead, the tip of his nose, and finally his soft tender lips that moulded perfectly against yours.

A knock at the door made you look behind your back, “The train is ready,” A voice called out. Snow stands up, towering over you as you embrace him in a tight hug. “Be safe. I love you.” He says against your hair as you rub his back. “I love you too,” You say, muffled slightly against his chest.

The trip to all the districts was going to take some time, around 3 months or so. 3 months away from the Capitol, 3 months away from your Coriolanus. But as First Lady, it was your duty to bring a sense of unity and hope to everyone, including the districts.

Coriolanus was against this trip ever since your brought it up. After his exile, he never spoke about what happened during his years as a peacekeeper, all you knew was that he sacrificed so much to return and become President. You never probed him into telling you exactly what happened, you just knew it was something he rather kept a distant memory.

~

Visiting each district went smoothly. Majority of the people respected you. And you only treated them with equalness and kindness. That was just who you were. Coriolanus ensured that the most strongest guards accompanied you. You felt safe most of the time.

Except for an attack during your visit to district 8. You weren’t harmed but shaken up to say the least. When news of this came back to the Capitol, Coriolanus urged you to finish your trip that instance and return but your refused, saying it would only make people perceive you as weak, and just like the others at Capitol.

Nearly 3 months had passed and you finally made it to the last district, district 12. You were already 3 months pregnant. District 12 was the poorest and smallest district, but you personally enjoyed it the most. Lots of singing and dancing happened around which you enjoyed after an exhausting 3 months of travelling.

You were sat at the back of a bar where everyone was dancing and singing along to the female singer on stage. Guards were by your side, ready for anything that may come your way. All of a sudden, a woman came up to you, she had a cloak over her head, slightly covering her face.

The guards came closer to you but you gestured them to back off. “Lady Y/n, It is an honour to see you here in our district,” Her voice spoke. You smile, “It’s my pleasure. I find district 12 my favourite, but don’t go telling the other districts that” You chuckle as the woman does the same.

“What’s your name?” You ask, trying to search her features that were covered. “Lucy. Lucy Gray Baird.” That name. It was so familiar to you. “Have I met you? Lucy Gray?” You try and dig through your memories seeing if you could match the name to a face.

She chuckles. “I don’t think so. Though I am familiar with your Husband, the President.” She pulls back her hood and it all clicked. Lucy Gray. Coriolanus’ tribute during the 10th hunger games. “I’m familiar with you now Lucy. The tribute my husband mentored, the tribute he cheated for.” You nod your head at her as she smiles.

You knew Coriolanus was a peacekeeper in this very district. What you didn’t understand was why he was relocated from district 8 to district 12. A surge of curiosity courses through your veins. Curiosity to what happened here while Snow was peacekeeper, what sacrifices he had to make in order to become President.

“Would you like to sit down? I have a few questions I hope you are able to answer for me, please.” Your voiced out in slight desperation. Lucy studies you for a moment before nodding her head. You look towards the guards who nodded their head and give the two of you space, but still on watch out.

“My husband was to be a peacekeeper in district 8 yet he was relocated here. Do you know any reason as to why that happened? I need you to be completely honest with me Lucy.” You felt a sense of guilt. You promised Snow you wouldn’t dig into what happened during his exile, but you couldn’t help it.

“I will be completely honest with you, Y/n.” You take her hands in yours as she glances down at your hands. “Coriolanus relocated here because of me,” She slowly said as you search her eyes to see if she was lying. She wasn’t.

You swallow as you urged her to continue. She then revealed everything to you. From bobbin being murdered by him in the arena, to him killing the mayor’s daughter Mayfair, and the death of Sejanus which she suspected was Snow’s doing. Lucy also revealed to you her relationship that she had with Coriolanus.

It started even when you and Coriolanus were together, but you just had no idea. You tried to stay as far away as you could from the hunger games. You were utterly shocked. It made so much sense to you. Snow’s words hinted what he did and Lucy’s words backed them up perfectly.

“And what happened between you and him?” You fidget with your fingers. “I was scared. So scared of him Y/n. I thought he was going to kill me when he found guns in the cabin. And that was exactly what he tried doing but I escaped.” Lucy let out a shaky breath as you listen intently. “Thank you. Thank you for telling me this.” You hold her hands before placing money in them as her eyes widen.

“Take care Lucy Gray.” Was all you said before you got up, leaving the bar. “This trip comes to an end right now.” Your voice was shaky as you step into the train back to the Capitol. Your mind was swirling with thoughts. What Lucy Gray told you made you question so many things about Snow.

You knew he would never hurt you. But there was still the lingering thought that he might. You knew Snow came back a changed man, but you never knew how much he had changed and what sacrifices he had to make. The trip back felt like an eternity. You could hardly sleep, drink or eat. Thoughts plagued your mind.

The train came to a halt, but you were deep in thought to even realise. A hand touched your arm, “Are you okay?” Coriolanus asks in a worried tone as you stare at him in confusion. “Y/n? Y/n!” Was all you heard before you saw blackness.

~

You slowly open your eyes as you adjust to the bright light. You look around your surroundings and felt a heavy weight on your hand. “Coryo?” You weakly say as he wakes up in surprise. “Y/n. Thank God you’re okay,” He hugs you tightly.

“What happened?” You touch your head that was pounding, “You passed out on the train. The doctors said you barely ate anything or slept. What happened?” He asks as he cups your face in his big hands. Memories of what happened came running back to you.

Lucy Gray’s words came back to you. You suddenly push Coriolanus off of you. He looks at you in shock. “Did I do something?” “Get out.” You softly say, refusing to look at him. “What? Y/n-“ “I said get out Coriolanus!” You say this time louder and more stern. He swallows hard, before leaving you alone just as you asked.

You uncontrollably start to sob. Your heart was aching so much. You understood he had to do whatever it took but killing those innocent people…. You couldn’t wrap your head around it. As you sobbed you felt something wet in between your legs. You pause. No. No.

You quickly throw the blanket off of you as you scream at the sight of blood. “Help! Someone please help me!” You scream as tears continue to fall down your face. The door burst open to reveal Snow there, a horrified look on his face at the sight of blood. “Why me?” Was all you said in between your sobs as Snow runs out.

~

“I’m so sorry,” The doctor says to Coriolanus as you lay on your side, your back facing him as hot tears streamed down your face. You had just lost the baby. Exhaustion, lack of sleep and food led to it. “Y/n…” Snow’s voice was soft, you flinch at his touch on your shoulder as he backs off.

“She told me everything.” You manage to say, you turn over but refuse to look him in the eyes. Confusion etched his features at what you possible could mean. “Lucy Gray. She told me everything” Coriolanus’ features harden at the sound of her name. “She’s lying. You honestly trust a district’s word?”

“Everything she said made pretty darn sense Coriolanus. The sacrifices you made? You mean killing your best friend and innocent people! And you and Lucy. Look me in the eyes and tell me that never happened.” He looked taken back. You sobbed as you cover your mouth in disbelief. “I can’t believe this oh my god!”

“Do you even love me?” You asked. Coriolanus rushed to your side, taking your hands in his. “Of course I do. Of course I love you Y/n. More than anything. I did whatever it took to come back to you. You have to understand that.” A few tear drops fall from his eyes as he pleads.

“I just need time and-and space. Please.” You screw your eyes shut as you look away. Coriolanus sniffles before standing up, straightening his jacket as he nods. “Of course, I understand.” As soon the door shut closed, another round of tears gush from your eyes.

[here-there-be-drag0ns]

Okay I have had this theory for months but I never actually laid it out before now. However it's well past time I actually do that considering episode 115 all but confirmed its truth (theres still wiggle room for me to be wrong, but honestly not much)

THE FERIN FAMILY ARE AASIMAR, AND HERES WHY:

The thing that originally made me go Hey Wait A Damn Minute was the visions of the original prophecy and its history that gillion got from that tree: "Another flash, and you see these red-haired olympian looking humans and elves and all kinds of different races that are flying with their own wings". And I heard that and thought about how much that sounds like aasimar, and then the weird dreams jay had and then captain widow insisting she has powerful blood and then star saying she sensed divinity on jay and then the whole ferin family's affinity for fire magic and everything just clicked into place.

Then in episode 114 we got the recording of Faye Ferin saying "hail the solar mother" and i was like no fucking way- BUT i set it aside because it felt like I could be reaching with that evidence. It could just be a religious phrasing, not necessarily something literal.

Then episode 115 happened and I got confirmation of my theory.

Grizzly doesn’t outright say "yes the ferin are aasimars”, but he gives us all the last few pieces of the puzzle.

Here's a link to the episode that should start where the confirmation is - the two tablets: https://youtu.be/M9ig9XCUrvU?si=oYdisYFxTqx6ogbb&t=868

Transcript of the tablets: Tablet One: Shards of the divine, these words are for you and you alone. We are descendants of the sun. Thus, we are the light - the beacon that will eradicate the dark. We are the flame to which all will yield. We are the shining justice that will always prevail. Our steps illuminate the way forward and our hands spark the tales of history. Tablet Two: Shards of the divine, these words are for you and you alone. Know your kin, recognized by the manes of flickering flame, wings that rival dragons, the golden suns in our eyes. Unity is the key to prosperity. Our elders will raise generations that burn with vigorous radiance.

NOW ON TO MY EXPLANATION!!

The thing that confirmed it outright for me is literally the line "We are descendants of the sun", because there are no ifs ands or buts about it - aasimar are descended from celestials. The aasimar entry for Monsters of the Multiverse states "Whether descended from a celestial being or infused with heavenly power, aasimar are mortals who carry a spark of the Upper Planes within their souls." the tablet Jay stole from her grandmother is written in celestial, and says they are descended from the sun(aster), ergo, descended from a celestial.

Next up is the whole "Thus we are the light - the beacon that will eradicate the dark. We are the flame to which all will yield. We are the shining justice that will always prevail." bit. The entry for Protector Aasimar (the subrace i believe Jay fits best) in Volos Guide to Monsters reads "Protector aasimar are charged by the powers of good to guard the weak, to strike at evil wherever it arises, and to stand vigilant against the darkness."

Then there's "Our steps illuminate the way forward and our hands spark the tales of history." Which then in the MotM entry it says "aasimar are mortals who carry a spark of the Upper Planes within their souls. They can fan that spark to bring light, ease wounds, and unleash the fury of the heavens."

THEN THERES THE REAL FUCKING GIVEAWAY!!! THIS LINE: "Know your kin, recognized by the manes of flickering flame, wings that rival dragons, the golden suns in our eyes."

MotM says "They resemble their parents, but … often have features that hint at their celestial heritage." and VGtM says "They are a people of otherworldly visages, with luminous features that reveal their celestial heritage."

OF THE CELESTIAL FEATURES OPTIONS OFFERED BY MOTM, ENTRY 2 IS "METALLIC, LUMINOUS, OR DARK EYES" AND ENTRY 3 IS "STARKLY COLORED HAIR". THE FERINS ARE WELL KNOWN FOR HAVING BOTH.

The tablets are, of course, not my only evidence.

the ferins arent born with The Ferin Eye as revealed by Jay having to earn hers and Drey talking about when he got his. "now icarus," i hear you say "wouldnt that mean they dont actually fit the celestial features requirement?" and to that i answer "NO! IT IN FACT FITS IT BETTER!"

In discussing aasimar celestial features, MotM says "These [features] often begin subtle and become more obvious when the aasimar gains the ability to reveal their full celestial nature." Jay didn’t have the Ferin eye until she earned it and its subsequent abilities. And we all remember how she earned it, right?

A weird ass fucking dream.

Now let’s look at that. According to VGtM “An aasimar, except for one who has turned to evil, has a link to an angelic being. That being … provides guidance to the aasimar, though this connection functions only in dreams. As such, the guidance is not a direct command or a simple spoken word. Instead, the aasimar receives visions, prophecies, and feelings.”

In Jay's first sun dream (Juice Roll With It // Episode #88), Grizzly describes the sun and says "You feel like its presence is trying to reach you. And as you notice, you feel almost like you want it to.”

And then the core of the dream itself:

Grizzly: “Do you think Jay can withstand this impossible heat of the sun as you get just barely one step closer?” Condi: “I’m gonna say no… but she would try anyways, if that is, like, what the feeling is kinda giving her, you know?” Grizzly: “This powerful presence, as hot as it is - you can’t help but think of your sister. You can’t help but think of your friends. But then, you think of your mother, and then you think of your father, and then you think of your grandmother” (makes condi roll con save with disadvantage, condi got an 11) “with an 11, you take that step forward, but this overwhelming pressure, anxiousness, fear, handcuffs your spirit, closes your mind, and you just feel the heat of the sun overcome you. And you are jolted awake back in the reality. … but you know that in this dream you lost. You lost to the heat.”

Then the second dream (Happy Wife Happy Life // Episode 102), where the sun is hotter and larger than before and excruciatingly painful:

Grizzly: “You just can’t help but stare at it with both eyes wide open. And behind you you feel another heat.” (Condi asks if Jay can see this heat or if Jay is too focused on the sun) “You know that this heat signifies that backing away and falling is not an option this time. But as you look at the sun, you once again think about your family: your mother, who said she was sick; your father, who called you naive; your grandmother, who threatens the safety of your friends. You think of your friends. So I ask again, this time: do you think Jay can withstand that heat? That pressure and that fire?” Condi: “I think as Jay is staring up at this sort of immense fireball that represents… obviously her pressure, and she feels that heat at her back… I don’t think she would look at the heat as, like, something preventing her from stepping back and falling anymore. But in this metaphorical sense - since a lot of this is a metaphor - she’d probably look at it as what she basically can’t turn her back on, what she can’t leave behind. Basically like her new hope. You know, what she wants to protect. So she’s in between this and this giant fireball. Um. And I think with that in mind she would take a step forward and, um. While maybe not fully confident in herself, she would jump into the fireball with all her might, doing her best. ... I think she can handle it. She thinks she can handle it.” Grizzly: “Fair enough. That’s all I asked. You jump in- go ahead and roll a con save with advantage.” (Condi got a 19) “You leap with almost like a raging fire of conviction even if you doubt yourself, jay. And the sun almost seems to open up to welcome you in. And at first, the searing pain of the fireball’s heat feels like it’s melting your skin. You scream until it feels like it’s melting away that doubt. And then, all of the pain subsides. There’s a calming sense that kind of overtakes, jay, in your subconscious. And it’s all white at this point - your whole vision.”

So the sun reached out to jay through a dream, as aasimar’s celestial links tend to do, and gave her a test of strength that she had to figure out for herself (“as such, the guidance is not a direct command or simple spoken word. Instead, the aasimar receives visions, prophecies, and feelings.” - VGtM). She only passed it by remembering she had people she needed to protect (“Protector aasimar are charged by the powers of good to guard the weak, to strike at evil wherever it arises, and to stand vigilant against the darkness.” - VGtM). And when she passed this test given to her in a dream: “speaking of your vision, you begin to feel a warmth behind one of your eyelids. And the next day comes as you’re the first to wake at the very crack of dawn. The sun rises, and you rise with it. And you blink a few times - you feel something different. … This time, you look into a mirror and, just like your dad, just like Drey, you see this bright orange glowing eye on one of the sides. And you feel whatever that was: you passed it.”

This, therefore, perfectly fits Jay into the aasimar’s celestial features description that “these [features] often begin subtle and become more obvious when the aasimar gains the ability to reveal their full celestial nature.” Jay had to prove herself to the goddess to earn another celestial trait.

And once more, “Icarus!” I hear you cry. “You keep saying Jay fits the Protector Aasimar subrace, but don’t Protector Aasimar have incorporeal wings that come from their celestial heritage? Jay’s wings are from a tattoo! That doesn’t work!” To which I say, “Are you sure?”

The Protector Aasimar’s subrace ability is called Radiant Soul and allows the aasimar to “unleash the divine energy within yourself, causing your eyes to glimmer and two luminous, incorporeal wings to sprout from your back.”

Jay’s wings come from enchanted tattoos with which she can cast Fly. These were a deliberate choice Jay made and are not celestial in origin. However, in the first sun dream, when Jay reaches out for the sun Grizzly says “You begin to feel the tattoo on your upper back sting.” When condi asks to clarify if it’s the Niklaus tattoo, Grizzly only says “Just the upper back.”

This, of course, leads me to believe that those dreams will or already have affected her wings in some way - perhaps leaving space for her to unlock more of her celestial heritage and power as she earns it. It’s something we’ll just have to watch and see for.

Either way the Ferins are aasimar, Jay's gonna be the first one in generations to earn their true celestial power from Aster, and i will Die On This Hill

[yan-lorkai]

Hii can i request, for the Halloween event, yandere Jade or Floyd with a darling who wants to have Halloween couple matching outfits with him but due to having to follow each their respective Halloween dorms themes can't? (them being friends and that being the only 'romantic' approach darling has done yet bonus if they wanted to do an outfit of a couple of a movie/serie or just an actual couple outfit like idk ghost wife and husband or Sally and Jack hehe...)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Tagging: @harukishiyo @kiraiyugen

You had approached Jade with the idea hesitantly, your eyes bright with a mix of hope and shyness - it was now or never, you repeated to yourself like a mantra.

“I was thinking… wouldn’t it be fun if we had matching Halloween costumes this year? Like, a couple’s outfit?” You laughed nervously, twiddling your fingers. “I know we’re in different dorms and all, but… maybe we could figure something out?”

The idea had clearly excited you. He could see the way your lips curved into a smile, your face heated up in embarrassment. Jade listened, his sharp eyes fixated on you as you began to ramble, suggesting outfits from various movies and series: a ghostly bride and groom, Sally and Jack from The Nightmare Before Christmas, or even classic, cheesy ones like a vampire and their mortal beloved.

It was the first time you had made any sort of approach like this, a soft, romantic gesture that hinted at your growing affection - one that he knew very well because you were horrible hiding it. And though Jade’s expression remained calm, there was a glint in his eyes, a hint of something dark and possessive beneath the surface.

The thought of you willingly wanting to match with him, to show even a slight sense of unity, stirred something within him. And he loved it.

Your heart sank a bit at the thought of not being able to do it this year, but the way he spoke made you feel a strange mix of comfort and unease. “Really? Another time?” you asked, hopeful despite everything.

He leaned down, his smile polite yet teasing, as always. “Ah, how unfortunate, my dear… The Halloween festivities demand we honor our dorms, and I must stay true to Octavinelle’s theme.” His tone was almost apologetic, but there was a knowing, almost predatory edge to it.

“But… I can’t say the thought doesn’t delight me. The image of you beside me, both of us dressed as a pair…” He chuckled, his eyes narrowing with amusement. “It’s quite the alluring idea. Perhaps we can make it happen another time?”

Jade’s smile widened, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. “Of course. But for now, wouldn’t it be more… exciting if we kept things a secret? A little game, where only the two of us know what truly connects us?” His words were laced with something you couldn’t quite place — gentle, but with a possessive undertone, as if he was hinting at something deeper than just Halloween costumes. “I assure you, there will be plenty of opportunities for us to match… intimately.”

The way he said it sent a shiver down your spine, though you couldn’t tell if it was from the excitement of the promise or something more sinister lurking beneath his calm demeanor.

Jade’s eyes flickered, catching the slightest hint of your nervousness, and he stepped closer, tilting your chin up so you met his gaze. “And who knows,” he said, voice low, “if you insist on having matching outfits, I can always�� find a way to make it happen. It might not be in the way you imagine, but I assure you, we will be inseparable.”

As he turned, you hesitated, trying to figure out if there was something more you were missing in his words, something beneath the surface. But when he glanced back at you, his smile was as gentle and charming as ever, even as his eyes glowed with an intensity that made your skin prickle.

You felt your breath hitch as he let the words hang in the air, a promise and a warning wrapped up in one. He let go of your chin, his fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.

“Shall we?” he asked, voice returning to its usual, polite tone, as though he hadn’t just hinted at something that made your heart pound, all the while offering you his arm for you to taje. “The evening is still young, and there’s plenty to enjoy.”

This wasn’t the answer you had expected, nor the straightforward rejection you had feared. But something told you that this, whatever it was, had only just begun.

And for now, you like it.

[saintmurd0ck]

lakeside dreamin'

masterlist

pairing: jedi general anakin skywalker x f!reader

summary: anakin reminisces about your lives together while he's away fighting in the clone wars

warnings: heavy angst, mentions of canon events in TCW, canon typical mentions of warfare, some smut/spice, mentions of sex, minors DNI 18+ only

a/n: to the one anon who requested this maybe a year ago? i saw clone wars anakin and it was over for my brain 🫠 anyway love you guys and leave a comment or reblog if you liked this! 🥺

song pairing: love on the brain (rihanna)

The war was taking its toll.

Day after day, planet after planet, all Anakin knew now was his place on the battlefield. And his role in leading the victory for the Jedi and the Republic, even though their dogma preached peace, not violence. Every skirmish brought a new kind of horror to his once uncomplicated life, whether it was watching Separatist droids and clone troopers alike, cut down as easily as marsh reeds, or the simple fact that his relationship with the Force was dwindling towards something impure. Something he couldn’t make sense of, and would surely raise more questions than answers if he were to confide in his Masters. It wasn’t that he contemplated reaching towards the Dark side, or thought of the kind of evil only the Sith could endure; it was more like an isolating numbness that spread from within, and before long, Anakin felt the cloud settle over his mind.

He was tired of seeing smoke — the kind that billowed in every direction, stinking of despair and lost hope on his front, despite the war turning to the Republic’s favour. It was the sound of unending blaster fire and the repetitive ignition of his lightsaber that haunted his nightmares, and with only the company of his clone legion, his Padawan Ahsoka and the occasional appearance from Obi-Wan, he felt himself starting to slip.

He was overwhelmed, and encumbered with burden. 

Never before had he experienced such guilt, anger and suffering — towards his army, towards the civilians caught in the crossfire, and towards his relationship with you. 

The secret life the two of you led, away from the Order, felt like something out of another galaxy, another lifetime. It was as if eons had passed since he’d last seen you, and yet the world was constantly evolving — not towards freedom, but into a more destructive version of its past. Even for a Jedi General (and, one could argue, because he was a Jedi General), Anakin had little comfort, and much less sway in which systems he visited and what he took part in. Seeing you was absolutely out of the question, but it wasn’t like he bothered to even ask, out of fear of inviting a lecture from Obi-Wan, or Maker-forbid, an audience with Master Yoda. 

At least things like facilitating training for the Onderon rebels allowed him to feel more of himself, and to an extent, a sort of unity with the Council, but all of that was quickly replaced by the more sinister side of the Separatist Alliance, such as the trainwreck on Zygerria. Liberation didn’t exist there. Not until Anakin showed up.

It was these events that really compelled him to look inwards, to not just seek the Force’s guidance, but to use it in tandem with a coping mechanism that would get him through the war. 

And so the vignettes began. Slowly, at first. 

It started off as little glimpses of your life together, slices of euphoric nostalgia that weaved their way into Anakin’s being. He didn’t realise just how much he yearned for you; not simply the way your skin felt on his, but the pureness of your energy, the reminder that good truly did exist in this world. As much as these images were a solace to his sanity, they brought about a sense of malaise. Contrition, actually, if he sought the Force for the purpose of clarity. Even though it all existed in his head, allowing himself these indulgences felt like once again, he was breaking Code. 

But could it really have been that bad, if it honed his focus? If it drew him back to the bigger picture, of the why? Reminding himself of who it was he fought for didn’t erase the atrocities, but it gave him that flicker of hope, knowing that the sum of his actions equalled a better world for you. 

And some selfish, miniscule part of him figured that if he could lead the victory, he’d be pardoned when the Order inevitably found out about the life the two of you shared. It isn’t as if no-one already knew. He was sure Ahsoka was aware. Rex, too. He doubted when it came to Obi-Wan, but then again very little got past his Master. 

While the memories of you lay fresh before his eyes, they seemed to sharpen at specific points throughout the day; often in the thick of battle, or when he woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in a cold sweat, nothing but thin shafts of moonlight illuminating his body. It’s like they were stitched perfectly amongst the real action, scattered at perfect intervals that jerked his body into manoeuvre.

The sweetest images had always featured the lake. 

Armed with nothing more but his wits, his back pressed against the cold, wet stone in a cave on Vanqor, he reminisced about that first night with you by the lakeside. The sweet smell of wildflowers carried in the breeze, heightened by his affinity for the Force. He recalled the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore, and how the two moons cast their milky glow upon the shimmering surface of the water. And you — radiant, almost ethereal in the soft light, and the way your lips brushed against his neck, filling him with the kind of heat that flooded all at once. Not even the screech of the pursuing gundark could have interrupted this moment in time. He felt his breathing go ragged, because he remembered what happened next. He gritted his teeth, thinking about the way he moved inside you, and how you tangled your fingers in his hair, pressing chaste kisses to his mouth, his chest, whispering his name in sinful bliss. The gundark didn’t stand a chance. Not when Anakin’s motivation for getting out alive laid in sweet promise, embedded in these visions.

His name felt the most natural rolling off your tongue, nevermind that that was truly the last real thing he possessed, unmarred by time and the influence of the Jedi. In that moment, when you’d taken him over the edge with you, crying his name so loud he swore someone had heard, he knew he’d give it over to you if you’d asked.

He thought of the lake again when he was in Felucia, crouched low amongst the sillum. His lightsaber grew heavy in his hand, the ridges suddenly awkward in his palm, but the grip he’d started to lose on his lifeline gave rise to something he couldn’t ignore. 

It was another temperate day and the sun had created the most brilliant reflections on the surface of the lake. With the grasses and trees swaying in the wind, Anakin closed his eyes, reaching out with the Force. He didn’t prod or poke, but rather he cast a wide net, a delicate caress, to connect with the life that teemed. It sang to him in a multi-layered harmony, acting as a prominent reminder that the Force flowed in all living things. And when his eyes fluttered open, he watched you carefully as you walked towards the water, your feet crunching on the smooth pebbles that made up the beach. You turned around to give him a dazzling smile, moving with deliberation to slip off your clothes. Your laughter echoed in the crisp air as you dived into the lake, disappearing under a swathe of emerald green, only to resurface in the middle with a large grin plastered to your face. He didn’t hesitate to jump in, to shed his clothing on the spot. A shudder ran down his spine at the thought of what happened shortly after. 

Sometimes it was hard to return to the present, to remember that he’d sleep alone that night while you were only just waking up, systems away, most likely after another fitful slumber.  There were times where he thought these visions would serve no other purpose than to derail him, when the temptation of your touch shadowed his desire for victory. These moments guided him to channel the Force within, so as to remind himself of why he was doing this in the first place. Because it was more than just a coping mechanism. It was an anchor. A thrumming pulse point. A gentle acknowledgement of the life he wanted to come back to.

It’s then that he wondered when enough would be enough, when the war would come to a stalemate, as it so often did in their history. The tide was turning, and he knew it.

And there it was again, that kernel of hope, that ember of light that shone in the depths of his soul. Even reduced to a ghost in his memory, you were tangible, so tangible now. He wouldn’t let the Separatists win. He couldn’t, because there was too much at stake. And so if thinking of you, in these ways, helped him remember that, he wasn’t going to stop. 

Not for anyone. 

[x-uno]

Cigarette Kiss.

Pairing : OPLA!sanji x reader

summary : "Cigarette Kiss." follows an unexpected late-night encounter between Sanji and the reader, both unable to sleep. When Sanji realizes he's forgotten his lighter, the reader extends a gesture of assistance by lighting his cigarette with her own. This simple act of sharing a flame kindles an intimate connection that transcends words. Amidst the quiet of the night, they discover that even the smallest moments can forge the strongest bonds.

notes : OK, SANJI BRAINROT,, HE'S SO AKSKAJSHKAJHSKAJSA <333333 AAAAAAAAAAAAA - I GOT THE GIF FROM :

| 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

It was a restless night aboard the Going Merry. The soft hum of the ship's engines provided an eerie backdrop to the darkness that enveloped the ship. Most of the crew had retired to their quarters, seeking respite from the turbulent dreams that plagued their minds. But two souls found themselves awake, unable to find solace in slumber.

Sanji had tossed and turned in his bunk for what felt like hours. His thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind of memories, regrets, and unanswered questions. Unable to find any peace, he decided to make his way to the kitchen early to prepare breakfast, hoping that the familiar routine would offer some solace.

As he quietly padded through the dimly lit hallways of the ship, he noticed a faint glow coming from the deck. Curiosity piqued, he made his way outside and found you sitting there, gazing up at the star-studded sky. Your presence surprised him, he hadn't expected anyone else to be awake at this hour.

"Can't sleep either?" he asked softly, approaching you.

You turned to him, eyes reflecting the shimmering starlight. "Oh, Sanji, I thought I was the only one."

He offered a faint smile, grateful for the company. "It seems we're both plagued by restless thoughts tonight, Madam."

You both sat in companionable silence for a while, the quiet of the night broken only by the gentle lapping of the sea against the ship's hull. You had your own set of worries, your own burdens that kept you awake. But in this shared moment of vulnerability, you found a connection that eased your troubled heart.

Sanji reached into his pocket, intending to light a cigarette to calm his nerves. He retrieved it and placed it between his lips, only to realize his mistake— he had forgotten to bring a lighter with him. 

Noticing his predicament, you lifted your own lit cigarette to your lips, you carefully and deliberately directed his attention towards you by gently holding his chin. In that precise moment, your eyes locked onto his, and the world seemed to condense into an intimate space occupied solely by the two of you.

With your faces inching closer together, the gentle glow of the ember illuminated your features, bathing you both in a warm and intimate light. Sanji's surprise and pleasure were mirrored in your eyes as you held the cigarettes together. The flicker of his smile and the warmth in his cheeks were unmistakable as he fully comprehended the unspoken gesture you were extending.

As you leaned in closer, your lips mere inches apart, the shared act of lighting the cigarette became more than just a practical solution; it was a moment of quiet bonding. Sanji's inhale brought his cigarette to life, its ember glowing brightly in tandem with yours.

The world outside might have been chaotic and unpredictable, but in this shared moment, there was a sense of tranquility and unity. The subtle chemistry between you and Sanji transcended words, and the flickering glow of your cigarettes became a symbol of the connection that had formed between you.

As you both leaned back, exhaling tendrils of smoke into the night air, the initial frustration over the forgotten lighter had transformed into a unique shared memory. It was a moment that spoke volumes about mutual understanding, and the unexpected beauty that could emerge from even the most minor setbacks.

"You know," Sanji began, breaking the silence, "I never expected to find another soul awake at this hour, especially out here."

You responded with a soft chuckle, your voice carrying a hint of affection. "Restlessness has a funny way of bringing people together, even in the darkest hours of the night."

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[inchidentally]

I dw to go too deep into it bc the emotions are too high and the extremes are not fun places to stir up etc etc etc

but the way post Monza felt like a joint experience in misery for Lando and Oscar that they then took a joint approach to with the media, followed by a joint sense of relief and exuberance following this race...

and I always bang on about their joint decision to not do the whole joint content/bromance PR stuff or post when they have down time/social time together and asked to have both their drivers rooms accessible to only each other behind a door barring everyone else - this is exactly why. the job they have to do individually and together is far easier when they can keep fans and media - and Netflix - on the outside and just get on with it in private.

bc there have been drivers in their thirties with 10+ years of experience who haven't kept things as mature and balanced as these two and while the extremes of fandoms and media are projecting melodramas and hatred and conspiracy theories onto them, they deserve way more credit than they're given for maintaining such consistent unity and calm considering they've been thrown into the hottest oil fire situations with a team still struggling to get used to being front runners again, all while only having been teammates a season and a half and both under 25.

like I always say, I keep fully expecting them to at some point be normal and take swipes at each other sometimes and be in a funk w each other for a week or so before being buddies again etc etc the usual stuff for teammates who like each other but are also close rivals on track in a front runner team. and that may still happen and it still won't be cause for alarm for me! but goddamn they've faced some hellish situations and held their composure and traveled home laughing and smiling together each time and showing up for work at the races or MTC beaming into each other's faces. all while never once having a typical PR bromance to uphold/maintain for fans or therefore benefit from. they're just... wanting and choosing to respect and like each other when they literally don't need to do any more than tolerate each other - and could've stuck with rooms opposite management's offices like they used to. with the amount of people desperate for them to hate each other and the fact that teammate rivalries actually generate more engagement and headlines than friendly teammates like, they're (currently) choosing to huddle together and discuss and reach agreement so they can get back out and do the best they can with a team that's still strategically trying to learn how to be at the front again.

[urlovebrini]

arranged marriage with ayato

⋆❀ — includes: ayato x fem! reader

⋆❀ — content: arranged marriage, kokomi's little sister! reader, angst, hurt/comfort, ayato is rude, ayato is bad at feelings, thoma is a sweetheart, traditions and rules, high expectations, conflict, fluff at the end, lots of water allegories, maybe a little to poetic, sfw

⋆❀ — a/n: hello everyone long time not seen, but i am back and will be writing more here! so i always love arranged marriages more if they are traditional, i try to investigate the use of japanese words the best i can but if i make a mistake feel free to correct me.

⋆❀ — arranged marries series: alhaitham | tartaglia | diluc

⋆❀˖°·࿐ ࿔˚ ayato

the strong sound of the rain lets you clear your mind and emotions a little, and even it makes you feel comfortable, it’s like the weather has decided to match your emotions, so you walk, walk to the middle of the storm, walk in the heavy rain trying to watch away all the feelings and emotions, trying to watch them and leave them behind, leave them behind as are you now leaving this house, this life, and this marriage. 

the arranged marriage with the head of the yashiro commission, kamisato ayato, was one of a show, a show of peace, a show of unity and a new beginning of relations between inazuma and ekanomiya, a marriage between one of the sangonomiya clan and one of the sanbugyou, to consolidate the peace between the two new lands, in this way, you took the responsibility, your big sister kokomi had always shouldered the heavy responsibilities alone if you could help her in something you would do, so you accepted and travelled to inazuma and married commissioner kamisato ayato, and you promised to your sister that you will be fine, in reality, you believed that you will be fine, you wanted this to work out. and maybe you were being naive, or maybe you are just weak but now you are walking in a storm hopping to get away, and as you walk you try to leave all the memories behind.

the day of the wedding was wrapped in expectation and solemnity, the gardens of the kamisato state were decorated with flowers and symbols that represent the honour of the union of ekanomiya and inazuma. the ceremony was simple and formal it was what it had to be. you remember your first big impression of ayato, cordial, charismatic, you could say charming, so you smiled, thinking that this could work better than you first thought. but when the ceremony ends and the night comes is a shift of reality, his attitude distant and cold, and you feel a gap between the two, but you try to understand.

the night came and your mind went to the room, you were nervous but you thought it would be a good chance to talk without people, get to know each other a little more, and maybe begin a friendship in the same way. so when the housekeeper of the kamisato clan guides you through hallways, surprise and confusion fill your thoughts as you take notice that your room is located apart from the main rooms. you didn't want to overthink things, but a sense of isolation starts to feel in your chest.

days passed, but the feeling grew bigger, you felt lost, but trying to take control you started to explore the new house, you were surrounded by strangers but that was a thing you thought you could change. and in the reflection of your thoughts you came to realise some things, one, the kamisato clan is always busy, the servants, ayaka, thoma and ayato are always working, two, ayato is keeping his distance from you, three, even if you are now a kamisato, you don't know what are you role or work in this house. 

you were in limbo, with a clear role or purpose in your new life, you are the kamisato ojousama, but is only in word, in reality, it is almost like you are an object a decoration, just a thing that doesn't even have a purpose and is just there. 

time goes by, and the rain gets heavier as the short memories started, you really never had a place here, it was clear since that afternoon that you walked into the office of your husband with nervousness and determination, and you really tried to integrate yourself in the kamisato clan.

“shujinsama” your voice is timid, his gaze rested on you, and although his expression was serene, you could see the trace of fatigue in his eyes. “yes, tsuma?” even in his soft voice, you could feel the distant formality that has characterized his interaction with you. his focus went back to the papers in front of him as you started to talk “i would like to help in the next event, maybe i could be in charge or something, or help in…” your voice stops as ayato eyes rest shortly on you and get back to his papers “is not necessary, all the events are managed fine by the kamisato clan, you don't need to worry about that things”

his voice was calm but your chest hurt with his words, even with that you tried again “i really wish to help in some capacity and be more involved” you don't know why but at that moment a tear slid down your face. 

silence fell between the two, as your tears slowly fell. ayato watched you, and for a moment, you saw a shadow of something beyond his facade of formality. but in the blink of an eye, his expression hardened again “ayaka is the one in charge, you are not needed” that was the first time you cried for his words.

you remember how thoma found you crying, not noticing his presence in your room as he brought you some tea, he was warm, and his words were warm, but you knew that he had a role, and you never would want to tear him from his position in the clan, so even there you were alone. and even if you are torn inside, you tried to believe in his words, in that it was only a question of time. 

for some time you tried to convince yourself that you would find a hold in this place, but is like destiny was laughing in your face, that was today, maybe yesterday, here all things have protocols, and without guidance, is difficult to not make errors. the last thing you remember before just taking a bag and getting out, was the cold eyes and cold words of ayato “your mistakes shows your negligence” you tried to control yourself, now your place “it was involuntary, i was just trying too…” but his worlds felt like knives it was confusing but you remember he saying things about responsibility, about your place, about you need to show your worth

so you try to get out, you come to a realization, even if you share the family name, you are not part of his family, even if you have taken his last name you are not part of the clan and you will never be, even if you are now a kamisato in law or paper, you realize that is not enough, there is a wall, the rain falls and in a strange way, the coldness and harshness recomforts you, without a plan you are walking away. 

"what do you think you are doing" a voice stops you, clear and loud, even in the middle of the storm, his voice is a bigger tempest to come, you can find more words, but you don't want to fight more, you never were a warrior, you never consider yourself strong and you don't want to be "going away". his voice is closer like a hurricane going your way "i ask again, what do you think you are doing?" you are in the eye of the storm "going away!, ayato i can take it anymore, i can't support a minute more” you are not looking at him, but hi looking at you his voice strong like always "and you think escaping is a solution? escaping your responsibilities here?"

your tears flow with the rain, the fear, the pain, the sadness and the desesperación flow inside you like a wave of emotions that they drag more and more into the sea, and all you can feel are those negative emotions, hoping to be washed away on a shore. 

the image of you can escape ayato eyes, his eyes fixed on you watching you, but in reality, seeing you for the first time. he sees you crumble, the intensity of your crying is even stronger than the rain, all the emotions in the wave that drags you more and more inside the sea drowning you, and you can't breath, all the weight of your emotions dragging you down. as more tears fall from your eyes, ayato sees how your breath runs out of air, your breathing more agitated and difficult. almost like you are drowning. he sees how thoma gets to you, face full of worry "breathe slowly, here with me..."

ayato takes his distance but doesn't leave, his eyes fixed on your trembling body, your reaction taking a toll on him, you can feel his gaze, his eyes, and you can feel him coming to you"i am sorry" "never have the intention to take you to this point, i… i should have managed things in a different way” but you feel your mind foggy like its an illusion, the rain pours strong over you, and your heart pours inside of you. 

you don't remember at what moment, you are taken inside the house, you don't remember at what moment you enter the bath, but now you are here surrounded by warm water and vapour, pleasant scents of lavender and rose, the room is lith in dim light, and the sound of rain continues outside.

and then the door opens, his eyes fall on you surrounded by water and spume, his eyes observe you, seeing you, he gets close, with slow and measured movements, ayato kneels next to the bathtub, is all silence only the rain until his voice breaks the silence “i have been a stupid fool, i have been also a despicable man, i made things difficult to you, and i have made you cry” his eyes fixated in you “i know apologies are not enough, but i will say sorry, and you have the right of not trusting in me, but seeing you cry like that… i don't want to make cry anymore” 

lost for words you look at him trying to form a sentence but the only thing you can say is “thanks” ayato smiles at you, and it seems like a real smile “i know I've made mistakes, that i have hurt you, and sorry is not enough, but if you are willing to give me a chance, to amend, i will change, i promise you will not longer feel trapped or unhappy”

you can only nod, this is all you wanted an opportunity, a chance, an open door, ayato hand travels slowly to your check, caressing your face, and it feels warmer than the water, his eyes are soft, his smile is soft, and he rolls up his sleeves “can i?” you nod even if you don't understand his hands travel to your hair and he starts to wash it  “ayato?” your voice is soft and he smiles to you “i promise i will make the things right”

⋆❀ — a/n: it was really a long time since i wrote something creative, but i am here and i will try to stay active and post constantly. really struggled with the start and trying to not make this a bible, hope that you enjoy it a little, maybe if it is received well i can make a long version for ao3, i like the idea of a young kokomi sister. like always commissions and suggestions are open, if you want to be tagged just tell me and be my guest, love you all have a nice day

⋆❀ — lovelies tags: @oveloof,

[weskie]

hello weskie, you are so cool! here is something i can't stop thinking about! i hope you enjoy!

stars wesker saves someone and they look at him with big round innocent eyes and thank him profusely and he has no idea how to respond because it's giving him a crisis. he backs off really really awkwardly and nods them off and feels... bad for it. bad. he feels... bad.

what? is he going soft? no, of course not, so he shoves it down and continues like he's supposed to. easy. it's nearly automatic, anyways. slap on a smile.

but what was that, anyway?

he goes back to his office later, when the adrenaline has run off, and he is left with a strange empty feeling when he thinks about returning to the lab again under Umbrella and Spencer and Markus' direction. instead of the consuming pleasant numbness, there is a... some deep lack he hasn't felt in so long, since who knows when.

thinking about the last time he felt it makes his brain feel like it's buzzing, so he doesn't scoop it out from the repressed cage it's in.

not yet, anyway. not that there is ever a good time.

the more he thinks about the nice things civilians say to him, the way they look at him, the way they thank him... the feeling of pride he gets when he completes a mission and no life is lost. being thanked and praised and being someone's savior... it makes him feel warm. it makes him feel like he'd got an A on a test, when he'd microinject a cell and the new gene would be accepted...

it's warm, and it glows tiny and steady, and he feels like he's felt this before but he can't place it and he can't trust anyone with it and he must foster it lest it die and leave him feeling that strange emptiness again.

he is being weak, and yet in this weakness he feels like he finally gels and flows like salmon up a river with team alpha, even mingling properly with team bravo. it's beneficial, right?

but he submits some paperwork for umbrella and the crushing weight around him is suffocating, exhausting the flame. unity is strength. never question your authority. compassion is weakness...

compassion is weakness, right?

and then he saves a child.

and the child looks up at him in a defining moment that will never be erased from their psyche as long as they live, the image of the man who saved them a hero they will think of ten years later and wonder how he's doing.

and wesker is struck again with this feeling, but this time it's not just adrenaline pulling his strings loose.

he embraces it. the kid gives him a hug for saving them.

he returns to his office later and sits in his chair and takes his badge out. he stares at it, the expression behind his shades perplexed and confused... and let down... and ashamed, and immiserated by a sudden and intense feeling of emptiness and lack, like a teddy bear missing an eye; incomplete, the tiniest match of the flame of empathy flickering steadily in him because it crossed paths with the desire to succeed and a savior complex.

artificial.

it cannot last, it won't last. wesker has more important things to do; he is temporary. he should get up and cease this pointless–

but wesker sits there and he looks at the cold reflection in that badge. he looks at the lie of a man whose sole seed of truth is planted in the lifesaving actions he takes for others that umbrella would have no qualms killing for their goals.

umbrella would have no qualms killing him for their goals, either.

chris is thrumming on his guitar; wesker can hear the gentle pluck of chords, clumsy and fumbling, self-taught and learning on their own accord, not forced or coerced.

and for what feels like the very first time the thought has a genuine and concerning amount of feeling to it, wesker wonders what it would be like if he could run away from umbrella... if he could leave... what it would be like to learn what you want when you want to, eat what you want when you want to eat it, dream and fulfill yourself.

have a sense of self instead of a sense of cohesion within a hive that will die to serve.

ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

This is so tender and devastating all at once. The idea of Wesker slowly but surely falling into the realization that his life could be more, that there is more than what he was raised into at all of those boarding schools, that his immense talent can be used for good… but knowing defecting could and likely would cost him his livelihood if not his life altogether.  I wonder if he ever thought about it. I imagine he would’ve at some point.  Defection was already an idea in his head, clearly, when Umbrella operations started going tits up.  But to do so to pursue a life in which he is a hero– a real hero, not just for subterfuge– is just *chef’s kiss*. I LOVE the idea of an AU where s.t.a.r.s. wesker was truly good, which might be heavy influence from that good wesker au fic i shared a while back, but i do think it would be so interesting to see. especially considering how it would change his relationships with the series' protagonists

[shitsndgiggs]

heyy, would you be open to write something about arda and reader being new parents, just genuienly cute stuff about their first days/weeks at home with the baby?💘

NEW PARENTS - ARDA GÜLER

Your life as new parents

Arda Güler x fem! reader

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. I quietly stirred, feeling the warmth of Arda's arm wrapped around me.

As I opened my eyes, I saw him gazing lovingly at the tiny bundle nestled between us.

"Good morning," he whispered, a smile spreading across his face.

"Good morning," I replied, reaching out to gently stroke our baby's cheek. "How long have you been awake?"

"Not long," he said, his voice filled with tenderness. "I was just watching her sleep."

Our daughter, Alara, let out a small sigh and shifted slightly in her sleep. My heart melted at the sight of her tiny features, so delicate and perfect.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" I murmured, feeling a wave of emotion wash over me.

"She is," Arda agreed, his eyes never leaving her. "Just like her mother."

We lay there for a few more moments, soaking in the peacefulness of the morning. It had been a few weeks since we brought Alara home, and every day felt like a new adventure.

From late-night feedings to endless diaper changes, it was all part of this beautiful journey of parenthood.

As Alara began to stir, I carefully picked her up, cradling her in my arms. She blinked up at me with her big, curious eyes, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Good morning, little one," I cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Arda sat up, stretching and yawning. "I'll go make us some breakfast," he said, giving me a quick kiss before heading to the kitchen.

I carried Alara to the living room, settling into the cozy rocking chair that had become my favorite spot. As I rocked back and forth, I sang a soft lullaby, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

A few minutes later, Arda returned with a tray of food. "Breakfast is served," he announced with a grin, placing the tray on the coffee table.

"Thank you," I said, smiling up at him. "You're amazing."

"Anything for my girls," he replied, sitting down next to us. He gently stroked Alara's head, his eyes filled with love and pride.

We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, taking turns holding and feeding Alara. It was in these simple moments that I felt the strongest connection to both Arda and our daughter.

The way he looked at her, the way he cared for her – it made me fall in love with him all over again.

After breakfast, we decided to take Alara for a walk in the park. The fresh air and gentle sunshine were just what we needed.

As we strolled through the park, Arda pushed the stroller while I held his hand, feeling a sense of unity and happiness.

"Do you remember the first time we came here?" I asked, glancing up at him.

"Of course," he said, smiling. "It was one of our first dates."

"And now we're here with our daughter," I said, feeling a lump in my throat.

"It's amazing how much has changed," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "And how much we've grown together."

We found a quiet spot under a tree and sat down on a blanket, letting Alara stretch and wiggle on the soft grass. She looked up at the sky with wide eyes, fascinated by the world around her.

"Look at her," Arda said, his voice filled with awe. "Everything is so new and exciting for her."

"It's incredible," I agreed. "She's going to have so many adventures."

"And we'll be there for all of them," he said, wrapping his arm around me.

[arijackz]

PICK A CARD: What Element Do You Embody?

⍎ "The force that unites the elements to become all things is Love, also called Aphrodite; Love brings together dissimilar elements into a unity, to become a composite thing. Love is the same force that human beings find at work in themselves whenever they feel joy, love and peace. Strife, on the other hand, is the force responsible for the dissolution of the one back into its many, the four elements of which it was composed." - Empedocles

Disclaimer: This is a general reading, take what resonates. This is a gender-neutral reading, change any pronouns to apply to you. Also, these elements don't have to correspond with your birth chart.

p1 → p2 ↙︎ p3 → p4

⌾ Pile One ⌾ (4oC rev., 10oS, High Priestess, 6oP)

Your soul’s energetic thumbprint is GODLY. 

But I’m getting ahead of myself, your element is AETHER.

I get the sense that you’ve been sort of incognito for a large chunk of your life. You felt more comfortable being an observer and watching the world unfold before you.

Not out of fear, you’re just naturally curious in a spectating sense rather than interactive. You hear what’s left unsaid, feel people’s suppressed/underlying emotions, and see what others are blind to. The high priestess is all-knowing but keeps the universal truth to herself because she knows not everyone is meant to see what she sees.

You hold a lot of unknown truths, but truths often become burdens. You carry other people’s pain because you know they can’t handle it, often thanklessly. You throw yourself in front of the bus before the other person even realizes there's a threat coming at all. 

The weight you carry on your back would crush the average person. Deny it all you want, but in the cosmic book of life, you’re a modern-day hero in a way.  

It’s like when the older sibling sacrifices themselves to protect their kid siblings from the horrors they’ve had to endure in their family environment. They know they’re the only barrier between the monsters and their loved ones, often sacrificing opportunities and peace of mind to be that protection.

It doesn't have to be this case scenario, but if the situation resonates with you, I see you. The universe sees you. Your valiance and selfless nature deserve songs and praises, never belittle your efforts. 

Okay back to aether, y’all know I love to yap. 

I am heavily getting this silent heroine presence because aether is the antithesis of fire, water, earth, and air. It’s cold because it does not have fire’s warmth, weightless because it is not heavy like earth or water, and immobile because it does not have air’s fluidity. Sounds bad, but it’s fucking AWESOME.

The aether element allows for the other element’s existence. It has no boundaries and fills every corner of life, it is Godly and omnipresent. The word αἰθήρ (aithḗr) in Homeric Greek means "pure, fresh air" or "clear sky".[3] In Greek mythology, it was thought to be the pure essence that the gods breathed, filling the space where they lived, analogous to the air breathed by mortals. 

Aether is essentially empty space that allows for life to be. The movement of our bodies takes place in these empty spaces. I.e. the hollowness of our lungs allows breath, space in the throat causes speech, the heart needs space to contract and pump blood, and so forth. Life could not exist without this empty space.

Since the aether element is subtle yet all-pervading, it is the most spiritual element and is considered a bridge between the earthly realm and the divine. 

Quintessence is also a term that is quite often used for ether as it denotes the “heavenly bodies” present in the universe such as the stars and galaxies.

(A CROW HAS A MESSAGE FOR YOU, GO OUTSIDE)

You have this quiet, subtle, but Godly presence about you just like the aether element. 

Circling back to the silent heroine archetype, to sum up my rambling, aether is out of human perception (like your silent, observant nature) but is the backbone of existence (the power in that very nature).

You’re a bit of an oxymoron. You notice everything, and that forces you to be a bit apathetic because constantly being in fight or flight isn’t good for the body. But on the other hand, you’re extremely empathetic because you understand the world’s suffering more acutely than anyone else. You’re a quiet presence and try not to interfere with other people’s lives but you’re simultaneously the very barrier that stops some people’s lives from crumbling. 

The aether element 🤝 you. TWINNEM

Sidenote: Shoutout to my Shatabhisha natives yet again! Also, if you find this element interesting and want to know more about this dominating energy in your life, I hyperlinked two websites for you that are worth reading. 

And go outside! My window is open and this single crow is SCREAMiNG at me.

Also, you’re smart enough, aim for that challenging degree. 

Okay! MUAH!

Beyond The Breath of Mere Mortals

⌾ Pile Two ⌾ (Ace of Cups, 8oP, Page of Swords)

^^^ You fr

RISE UP MY LIL TSUNAMIS!!!  aka my WATER elements

You’ve definitely been called overly emotional as an insult. Well fuck that person, they wish they had your appeal.

Do you know how crazy you drive people? I imagine you as the person in a movie who the depressed main character meets once at a party, ditches the crowd, goes on an adventure with, and as the sun rises, they look over at you and realize life is worth living. 

Even if you don’t identify as female, you have a strong effeminate allure. Not in a traditional “pink” sense, but in a receptive manner. You stand there and look pretty while the world crawls to you. Adventures seem to rush toward you. 

Your energy colors life; water gives the Earth foliage and growth. Without water, everything in existence is dry, stiff, and lacks the nourishment to evolve.

People feel alive around you, imagine those moss patches that start dry and grey but once they touch water, they get bright green and abundant. 

You color those dry patches in people’s lives. However, many people aren’t used to this intense water dominance. It unbalances them and feels irrational.

Society grooms people to suppress their emotions, so those who embrace their feelings and work to understand them appear juvenile and possibly even threatening. 

The word sensitive or emotional is almost a slur in today's society 😭

But your sensitivity is your power and serves you a great deal of intelligence. Especially with people! This is a very fiery, intense energy. Y’all are my Scorpio/8th house knockouts (check your sidereal chart as well).  

You have a very penetrative presence, you are felt before you are seen, but you will never go unnoticed. You’re a bit obsessive, you want to know everything about everyone.

Favorite color? Childhood horrors? Most shame-ridden secret? Their first celebrity crush? That embarrassing moment in middle school they’d rather die than bring up? The opinion that would get them jumped on twitter.com?

And you’re good at getting these answers out of people. Two minutes with you and people start word-vomiting their entire consciousness onto you. That magnetizes people and in turn, makes them obsessed with you. 

Your energy is very alluring, in the same way, the gentle sway of the ocean lures people in. They are slightly in fear of the emotional hold you have over them. The ocean might soothe or drown them. In the same way, the ocean seduces, your aura has an unpredictable grasp on people. 

I feel like this strong emotional energy took a while to tame, it used to unbalance you. Life had major emotional ups and downs with long days of you feeling like you’re being submerged under water. But just like any skill, you honed it and achieved mental clarity, to wield your emotions to your benefit. 

The water element sends you through hell for you to achieve liberation. Once you fight your biggest demon (yourself and all the torment the mind can conjure), you come out the other side knowing that the worst isn’t strong enough to take you down and nothing will. 

The waves that once drowned you are turning into a weaponized tsunami you command. You have the power to nourish and destroy. 

If you’re not quite there, you’re well on your way. Keep doing what you’re doing, sexy. 

Resist Me If You Can

⌾ Pile Three ⌾ (2oP, 3oC, 8oP)

Welcome my manifesters! We’re talking ‘bout the EARTH element baby!

This is the earthiest earther I know, and Pile 3 get down! Pile 3 dont play!

You work so hard, it’s borderline masochistic 😭

It doesn’t have to be work in a traditional- go to your job and get noticed by the boss- sense, this extends to every corner of life. You’re objective-oriented and do not stray from the mark until the box is checked. 

This can be as simple as having a goal to learn how to whistle by next Sunday. You’ve already marked time out of the week for ten minutes a day to practice, found YouTube instructors, bought chapstick so your lips don’t dry out, and it’s all you can think about until you get that high of accomplishing something.  

Earth is the manifesting element because it's where our thoughts accumulate enough energy to materialize. It's quite a powerful position to be in. One day it's just a dream, and by the next it's reality. 

Well, that's an exaggeration, the earth element is quite slooowwww due to its weight.

It’s the heaviest element because it’s the most long-lasting. Water evaporates, air swiftly changes, and fire burns; only Earth will remain. Anything worthwhile takes time, Rome wasn’t built in a day.

I think you understand this, but you don’t always have the patience for your desires to materialize. If you feel like you aren’t actively making progress on your goal, you tend to juggle multiple projects just to get that rush of achievement we were talking about earlier. 

I’m making an addiction reference because it applies here. This incessant need to reach every goal as soon as you think you should is causing you to over-extend yourself and the stress on the body is throwing you into disharmony. 

Not everyone gets their license at 16. Not everyone moves out of their family’s home at 18. Not everyone has a job straight out of college. Not everyone has their life all figured out…ever. 

Balance is needed. You’re too hyper-focused on deadlines and seeing results, that you’re putting your overall wellbeing on the line. YOU are your most prized possession and need to care for yourself like you’re the shiniest medal on your mantel. 

The “Gullible” card came out, don’t worry, you’re not naive in a trusting way (not that you should be blamed for putting your trust in people anyway). I see it as your goals aren’t rooted in your true self enough and are too influenced by others. 

(Extreme example): You see someone (who has probably been practicing their whole life) play the violin really well at a young age. Now, you’ve made a goal to be as good as them in just a few years; every time you feel like you’re lagging on that deadline, you start berating yourself and feel inferior because you haven’t reached this unrealistic standard you’ve set.

Is this goal a good use of your finite energy? Is this objective authentic to you? Or is this just something that will give you a temporary ego stroke?

I think life is forcing out into a hanged man moment currently. Your perspective needs to switch inward so you can ground all of this powerful energy into something that will actually satisfy you, not just give you a quick high for a moment and then redirect you to your next conquest. 

You want something that will give you pride and fulfillment at your core and the universe wants to give that to you, but you have to know what will make you happy. What gives you inner harmony?

And I don’t mean what you see makes others “happy”. Not a mansion, fame, the newest fashion trends, expensive skin care, etc. I mean the things that bring you joy beyond the physical. 

Think about what made your younger self jump out of bed every morning to experience. What did your soul shine for, before the world shamed it out of you?

You don’t have to know now, but you must be willing to pause and raise the importance of your health and happiness to the same height as your material/skill gains. I know those things make you feel good, but it's temporary, and if you want to achieve lasting happiness you need to achieve harmony with all aspects of your life. Right now, your inner health needs a leg up to balance the scale.

The earth gets stiff and stops evolving without water. Don’t allow yourself to dry up. Give yourself space to go on an inner journey and rest. The universe understands perfection takes time. The planets took billions of years to form, a tree takes decades to reach maturity, and only humans have deluded themselves into thinking results are instantaneous. 

A week of rest is still progress!

P.S The attractive card FLEW out. Your “do or die” energy, though unhealthy at times, is sexy as fuck and you have this magician-type- nothing is impossible for me- allure to you. Green, red, and black make people want to sneak another peak at you. 

"Wait Instead of Push, Root Instead of Reach"

⌾ Pile Four ⌾ (The devil, 10oS, Ace of pentacles, 7oP)

MUY CALIENTE INDEED!!

They don’t call you a hot lil mama for nothin!

You embody the FIRE element. Although, you are quite earthy. This is my most mixed-element pile. Read pile three for sure.

You’re a very proactive person. You have earth’s manifesting qualities and fire’s initiative. You seize opportunities and start goals without hesitation. Very very attractive.

This reading doesn’t have to correlate with your birth chart, but all love to my Sagittarius and Aries folk. Of course, sending a special kiss to the Leos.

You have the same obsessive, hyper-focused tendencies as pile three but I feel like instead of a brief moment of accomplishment, you’re craving glory and the freedom to shine as brightly as you desire. 

In your formative years, you’ve had to dim your light for survival and to escape ridicule. You’ve had to fit into a mold that is much smaller than your true form, stifling your potential. This energy feels very suffocating. Picture a boiling fire covered with a lid. It’s like a false skin has trapped you and cut off your oxygen.

But don’t worry, ever heard of cleansing by fire? The fire element is about purity and rebirth. It burns impurities to get matter back to its rawest, unadulterated form. You will burn that false skin off, to reveal a phoenix underneath, it's all a part of your evolution. 

Fire ignites instantaneously but can burn out just as quickly. You suffer from exhaustion a lot of the time. This is where the earth energy meets the fire. You have a longer refractory period than usual fire personalities because of the heaviness of the earth element. 

You’re like an engine sitting outside in the winter. Give it twenty minutes to warm up and get its groove but once it does, OOHHH BOOYYY, WE’RE ROLLIN’!

You have earth’s slowness and need for perfection, so you take longer to complete tasks and may even be a late bloomer.

I feel like you crave the spotlight, not necessarily fame, but recognition on some scale. You have always subconsciously known that your flame was being smothered and that you had not seen that full extent of you.  Your subconscious brought this to your attention with desires to be seen.

Some of you want to be recognized for your talents, beloved for your beauty, admired for your wit, favored for your charm, hell all of the above!

And you deserve it! You desire these things because your soul is trying to tell you something. You are meant to be seen.

I sense a lot of fear in this pile. Fire energy is very headstrong and likes to race to the finish line (the hare). Earth energy is contemplative and likes to play the long game (the tortoise). The two conflicting energies can create some paralyzing doubt in your psyche. One side thinks the other is irrational.

Do I stay or do I go? Can I even trust myself to make a decision I might regret?

Yes, you can! You have to, there is one thing that fire and earth can agree on, it's their shared annoyance with stagnation. Go for it babe, you miss all the shots you don’t make, all choices lead forward (which is where you need to go).

I’m telling you, anything you want you will get, just don’t be afraid to burn that false skin off. 

Find a median for the two energies. Dream big and have the self-assurance to go for it, but methodically plan out all your adventures so that earthy need for a stable foundation is satisfied. 

A vision board with ideas of ways to achieve these dreams will help pull your thoughts into the physical and be a great step to giving you the confidence to move forward.

Because I promise you, once you get going, there will be no stopping you.

Note: I think “You’re afraid of being seen” videos on YouTube will be great for rewiring your fear-based thinking. Confidence affirmations are a great addition to your day too. Oh, and please read pile three, there are some messages in there for you. 

"Have a Love Affair With The Sun"

If you enjoyed this reading feel free to check out my masterlist and poke around. I feel a lot of these pacs are connected, so go find yourself in other readings!

I don't bite I swear, book a reading with me if you feel inclined <3

[mirai-e-jump]

Animage April 2024 Issue ft. Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger Main Cast Member Interviews (translations below)

Publication: March 8, 2024 (after broadcast end)

The kings have become immortal

The Uchu King Dagded Dujardin is the most powerful and very worst, having destroyed many planets in the universe. After a fierce battle, the Royal Sentai finally defeated and destroyed Dagded, ending his 2,000 year long history.

The victory over Dagded would've never been achieved by the power of the kings alone. There were the retainers, who continued to support the king from behind the scenes and were highly trusted by them. The former living, who watched over from the Kingdom of Death, Hakabaka, offered their lives and thoughts to the current kings. And, the key to the descent of the Super Fury Ultimate Complete King-Ohger, was the people of the six kingdoms, who created an "endless chain of small lives." In other words, this was achieved only because the entirety of life on Chikyu sided with the kings and rebelled against Dagded.

At the end of an endless chain, lives are forever connected…These words spoken by Reiniol are surely not only about Chikyu. We, who have witnessed the story of Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger, are also entrusted with the task of weaving an eternal story by connecting our lives together. _

Gira Husty: The evil king. He understands the feelings of the Shugod's and settles the battle against Dagded. He was smiling even as the proposal to unite the six kingdoms fell through.

Yanma Gast: The king of wisdom. Using the power of the King's Proof, he created a plan to counter Dagded. He promises Gira that he'll restore the rest of the scattered Shugod parts.

Hymeno Ran: The queen of splendor. She asked her parents, who emerged from Hakabaka, to treat the injured. While thinking of a name for the new country, she proposes "Great Ishabana."

Rita Kaniska: The immovable king. They're rescued by their former king, Karras, who had been revived from Hakabaka. Although they declared the founding of the new country, they were frustrated because no one could come to an agreement.

Kaguragi Dybowski: The lord of abundance. He received assistance from the former lord, Iroki, who emerged from Hakabaka. When deciding on the name of the new country, he tried to get the middle part.

Jeramie Brasieri: The king of inbetween. He's saved by his mother Nephila, who rushed to him from Hakabaka. As a storyteller, he recorded and left a message for the future people of Chikyu. _

Rushing through daily commotion

-Thoughts on the final three episodes that wrapped up the past year-

Murakami: I felt that it was a performance where everyone's teamwork shined through in their cool and united efforts to face the enemy.

Sakai: When I read the script, I thought that the sense of unity of the citizens joining together to fight against Dagded would be the major highlight.

Watanabe: I thought it was really great to see the development of having the people we've been protecting help us in the end.

Kaku: It was amazing that even all the characters from the movie appeared on TV as well.

Sakai: Nakamura Shido-san also made an appearance through his voice.

Murakami: It was truly extravagant. It makes me want to do another movie (laughs).

Watanabe: It was great to see all the people who have appeared so far at the end, including the guests featured in the movie. Over the past year, everyone was passing the baton, but in the end, we all reached the goal together.

Ikeda: Regarding Jeramie, it was very emotional to start out as the storyteller from the first episode, to then end up passing down the story to future generations.

Kaku: The fact that they tried to create a new country free of national borders, but couldn't come together in the end gave off the charm of the Royal Sentai, huh?

Hirakawa: Right, right. Everyone seems to be looking in different directions, but in reality, they're all looking in the same direction. I felt that the way it ended was really good, giving off that typical Royal Sentai feeling.

Sakai: I was moved by the ending, with the main idea seeming to be based on accepting other countries and races.

-The most surprising development after reading the script?-

Murakami: When Rita……(she notices Ikeda-san raising his hand), please go ahead.

Ikeda: Is it okay if we raise our hands?

All: (laughs).

Ikeda: Then, I'll start. What surprised me would have to be the episode where Racules betrays Dagded (episode 41). The developments from episode 41 were memorable because Racules was portrayed in a charming way.

Murakami: I'm next! I would've never expected the development of Kaguragi using his King's Proof to burn Rita as they seal off Minongan in a blizzard (episode 45).

Kaku: That's for sure. I never imagined Kaguragi and Rita would team up.

Murakami: I also like the fact that activating the King's Proof created a new technique, and the way it was used was abit interesting.

Hirakawa: That position.

Kaku: This (he spreads both of his hands out together with Hirakawa-san)

Hirakawa: (while imitating Kaguragi) "Good night~!"

Ikeda: I wasn't able to watch the filming, so I'm looking forward to watching the broadcast (this was pre broadcast at the time of this interview).

Hirakawa: Kaku-san mistakenly said, "Please go home" (laughs).

Kaku: Yeah. The staff said, "Okay then, we're going home~" and left.

All: (laughs).

Hirakawa: That scene was really cool though (laughs).

Murakami: For the dialogue, "Taselles Mirullia Da'pago" was actually supposed to be said in episode 5. They weren't able to include it due to the length of the episode, but it appeared later in episode 30. I was happy to see that many of the things that we couldn't do for various reasons were picked up in the later half.

Watanabe: Anyone else surprised that time skipped forward two years midway through?

Kaku: Yeah! That was really exciting.

Watanabe: As someone who loves shonen manga, it was hot.

Hirakawa: The visuals changed completely.

Sakai: It was also good in terms of motivation for filming.

Watanabe: The change in costumes made it feel fresh.

Kaku: Right, right. It didn't feel boring.

Ikeda: Another surprising thing was idol Rita, no? (episode 38).

Hirakawa: Even now, I'm still really surprised.

Watanabe: I was surprised at the amount of staff during filming.

Sakai: The number of cameras was just incredible.

Watanabe: Seriously. I think they put the most effort into it out of everything in King-Ohger (laughs).

Kaku: The cameras for behind the scenes use were also rolling, right?

Hirakawa: This was the episode where the staff gave their all with blood, sweat and tears (laughs). It was the first time that there were four cameras rolling.

Murakami: It was movie level. It was like "Oshi no Ko."

Ikeda: We even went to watch the filming in order to drag the perfect smile out of them.

Hirakawa: Thank you for coming at that time, really.

Kaku: The body swap (episode 28), Taisei and the others, those three became babies (episode 45), we got to do alot of things that you can't do in a normal drama……It was alot of fun.

Murakami: It was~. Also, getting turned into a pill bug (episode 15).

Sakai: That's right (laughs). Early on, Gira had alot of episodes with disguises.

Murakami: Things like the "playing dead" strategies (episode 11). In terms of surprises, Hymeno gave Kaguragi an anesthetic in episode 8, right? I was surprised by the scene in episode 42, where it was revealed that Racules had been using it.

Kaku: I also thought that I had killed the carp with poison, so I was relieved and thought, "Thank goodness, Kakuragi didn't kill it." I can say this now, but when I asked Director Yamaguchi Kyohei if Kaguragi had poisoned it at that time, he was hesitant to answer.

Murakami: Maybe the Director didn't know about developments either?

Kaku: Maybe. I was told, "Please make a face that can be taken either way."

Hirakawa: When you think about it, it's incredibly difficult to act out Kaguragi.

Sakai: It felt like Kaguragi had the most scenes where his performance had those kind of hidden meanings.

Murakami: And Racules too. Everyone in the 30s group was like that.

Kaku: There were definitely alot of us.

-Describe this team with a single saying?-

Kaku: Charisma Sentai Superstar.

Ikeda: Yes.

Hirakawa: Then it's settled!

All: (laughs).

Sakai: But, surely that's the only way to go. Everyone's got their own charm.

Watanabe: And they're kings.

Sakai: Higuchi Kohei-kun of Donbrothers also once said, "Everyone has their own charm."

Hirakawa: Heh~!

Kaku: That makes me happy.

Murakami: Not just the characters, but all the actors are also unique, and their differences are interesting.

Kaku: That's for sure. We all had different directions, but there were no fights. The six of us came together with a good balance.

Hirakawa: Everyone was so kind.

Sakai: No one ever got too emotionally involved. Even if there was something on my mind, they wouldn't meddle unnecessarily.

Hirakawa: I feel like we didn't interfere with each other too much.

Sakai: I'd say we were a balanced, calm team.

Ikeda: Would you call it calm charisma?

Sakai: Super Charisma Calm Sentai?

All: (laughs).

Hirakawa: That's too confusing (laughs).

-A message from the kings to the people-

Murakami: Throughout the episodes over the past year, I think there were various messages and words of support that the Royal Sentai were aiming to convey, and I'd be glad if they resonated with you. It would make me happy if this production acts as a hint towards taking your own path in life, and that all of our fans will be able to live in a beautiful world.

All: (applauding).

Kaku: The words you said just now, I'll take it those are the words everyone else was going to use, huh?

All: (laughs).

Hirakawa: Marie just said what we all wanted to say!

Murakami: Is there anything I didn't say?

Ikeda: Something like, "I was very happy to meet you all" or, "Thank you very much for your support."

Kaku: I don't think children understand the content of the story in depth right now. So, I hope that when they grow up, they'll watch it again and see that the kings they admired back then were such great characters.

Watanabe: I have one last thing to say.

Hirakawa: What?

Watanabe: I know this is goodbye for TV, but when you suddenly remember us, I'd be happy if you could come and visit Chikyu to play.

All: Oooh~!! (applauding).

Hirakawa: That's perfect!

Kaku: And with that, finally, our leader!

Sakai: Right……I'd be happy if you'd continue to love this show even after it's over. Thank you very much!

Ikeda: "…..or so it goes."

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Maybe something with a male reader and the cullens and he’s trying to come out as gay to them but is scared they’ll reject him.

❝fear of rejection ❞

✭ pairing : Cullen Family x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (M/n) is afraid to come out out as gay to his new family in fear they would reject him like his human family had

✭ twilight masterlist

(M/N), a newborn vampire with a past that remained hidden, had found himself in the care of the Cullen family after a chance encounter with Emmett Cullen, a kindred spirit who couldn't bear to see another vampire struggle alone.

As (M/N) settled into the Cullen household, he was struck by the beauty and tranquility that surrounded him. The Cullens welcomed him with open arms, unaware of the secret he held.

Days turned into weeks, and (M/N) observed the dynamics of his new family from the shadows. He watched as they navigated their immortal lives with grace and unity. The Cullens were a tight-knit clan, and (M/N) admired the love and support they provided each other.

Yet, (M/N) couldn't help but feel a growing sense of isolation. He knew that he needed to reveal his true self to the Cullens, but the fear of rejection held him back.

One evening, as the family gathered for a casual game of baseball, (M/N) hesitated on the sidelines. He longed to be a part of the group, to share in their joy and camaraderie, but he feared that his secret might change their perception of him.

Emmett, always the joker of the family, noticed (M/N)'s hesitation and approached him with a friendly grin. "Hey, (M/N), you joining in on the fun? We could use an extra player."

(M/N) hesitated for a moment before nodding, a small smile playing on his lips. "Sure, Emmett. I'd love to play."

As the game progressed, (M/N) gradually let his guard down. He found himself laughing and enjoying the company of his newfound family. For a brief moment, he felt like he belonged.

After the game, the Cullens gathered in the backyard, sharing stories and laughter as the evening sky darkened. (M/N) sat among them, relishing the sense of acceptance he had found.

Emmett, ever observant, noticed the smile on (M/N)'s face and couldn't help but be pleased with the progress they had made. He leaned in and whispered to (M/N), "You're fitting in just fine, buddy."

(M/N) met Emmett's gaze, his eyes filled with gratitude. In that moment, he realized that he had found a family that accepted him for who he was, regardless of the secrets he carried.

As the days turned into weeks and (M/N) continued to build connections with the Cullen family, he knew that the time would come to reveal his true self. He had discovered a sense of belonging he had never known, and he was determined to trust in the love and acceptance of his newfound family when the moment was right.

As the days passed, (M/N) grew closer to the Cullen family, and his feelings of belonging deepened. He admired the bond they shared and the unconditional love they offered each other. Still, he knew that the time had come to reveal his true self to them.

One evening, with his heart pounding in his chest, (M/N) gathered the Cullens together in the cozy living room. They exchanged curious glances, wondering what he had to share.

"I have something important to tell you all," (M/N) began, his voice steady but filled with vulnerability. He took a deep breath and continued, "I'm gay."

Silence fell over the room as the Cullens processed his revelation. (M/N) watched their expressions carefully, his fear of rejection lingering in the back of his mind.

Then, Alice broke the silence with a bright smile. "That's wonderful, (M/N)! We're so happy you felt comfortable sharing that with us."

Esme nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with warmth. "You're a part of this family, (M/N), and we love you just the way you are."

Edward chimed in, his voice filled with understanding. "You never have to hide who you are here, (M/N). We accept you completely."

The rest of the family expressed their support and acceptance, and (M/N) felt a weight lift off his shoulders. The Cullens' unwavering love and understanding meant the world to him.

Carlisle, ever the compassionate patriarch of the family, approached (M/N) with a gentle smile. He spoke softly, his concern evident. "Thank you for sharing this with us, (M/N). I can't help but wonder, though, why were you afraid to come out?"

(M/N) hesitated for a moment, the memories of his human family's rejection still painful. "My human family... they didn't accept me when I came out. They kicked me out of the house that same night."

The room fell into a somber silence as the Cullens absorbed (M/N)'s painful past. Esme reached out to him, offering a comforting touch, and he appreciated their understanding more than words could express.

Carlisle's eyes filled with compassion. "I'm truly sorry to hear that, (M/N). You're safe here with us, and we'll always support you."

With the Cullens' love and acceptance, (M/N) had finally found the family he had always longed for. His journey toward self-acceptance had taken a significant step forward, and he knew that he could trust in the love of his newfound family to guide him on the path to healing and happiness.

As the weeks turned into months, (M/N) found himself experiencing a newfound sense of happiness and self-acceptance within the Cullen family. He had been embraced for who he was, and that acceptance had given him the confidence to explore life outside their home.

One sunny day, (M/N) met someone who would change his life in a beautiful way. While out in town, he encountered a kind and compassionate human named Ethan. Their connection was instant, and they quickly formed a deep bond.

Their secret relationship blossomed over the course of several months. They shared laughter, dreams, and late-night conversations that felt like magic. It was a love that (M/N) had never experienced before, one that filled his immortal heart with warmth.

As their love grew stronger, (M/N) realized that it was time to introduce Ethan to his Cullen family. He wanted to share this significant part of his life with them, trusting that their acceptance would extend to the person he loved.

One evening, (M/N) gathered the Cullens together in the living room. His heart raced as he introduced Ethan to the family. He held Ethan's hand tightly, a silent plea for support and understanding.

"Everyone," (M/N) began, his voice steady but filled with emotion, "this is Ethan. He's the person I've been seeing for the past several months."

Alice, always one to see the future, beamed with joy. "We're so happy to meet you, Ethan!"

Edward nodded in agreement. "Welcome to our family, Ethan. We're glad to have you."

Ethan, though nervous, felt the warmth and acceptance radiating from the Cullens. "Thank you all for welcoming me. (M/N) has told me so much about all of you."

As the evening continued, Ethan shared stories and laughter with the Cullen family, gradually feeling more at ease in their presence. The Cullens were genuinely interested in getting to know him, and their acceptance meant the world to both Ethan and (M/N).

(M/N) watched as his two worlds came together, the family that had accepted him for who he was and the person he loved. It was a moment of profound happiness, a reminder that love and acceptance could create a sense of belonging that transcended all boundaries.

In the embrace of his Cullen family and the love of Ethan, (M/N) knew that he had found a sense of completeness he had longed for. His journey toward self-acceptance and happiness had brought him to a place where he could be his true self, surrounded by those who cherished him for it.

As the years passed, (M/N) and Ethan's love continued to flourish. Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, and they knew that they had found their soulmate in each other. Their secret relationship had evolved into a loving partnership, and they decided to take a significant step together.

After three years of being together, (M/N) and Ethan decided to get married. It was a beautiful ceremony attended by their Cullen family, who celebrated their love with joy and enthusiasm. The love and acceptance that had brought (M/N) to the Cullens now extended to his marriage to Ethan.

As a couple, they also decided to expand their family in a unique way. They chose to adopt two siblings, an 11-year-old boy named Samuel and a 3-year-old girl named Lily. The children had faced their fair share of challenges, and (M/N) and Ethan were determined to provide them with a loving and stable home.

The addition of Samuel and Lily to their family brought a new level of happiness and fulfillment to (M/N) and Ethan's lives. Samuel quickly bonded with his new fathers, and (M/N) and Ethan's love helped him overcome the difficulties he had faced. Lily, a bundle of joy and curiosity, brought laughter and warmth to their home.

One member of the Cullen family was especially smitten with Samuel and Lily – Rosalie. She adored spending time with the children, sharing stories, and teaching them about the wonders of the world. Her maternal instincts blossomed, and she cherished the role she played in their lives.

Recognizing Rosalie's deep connection with Samuel and Lily, (M/N) and Ethan made a heartfelt decision. They asked Rosalie to be the godmother of their children, a role she embraced with enthusiasm and love. It was a special bond that strengthened their family ties and brought even more love into the lives of Samuel, Lily, and the Cullens.

As the years passed and Samuel and Lily grew, (M/N) and Ethan looked forward to the day when Ethan would join their family as a vampire. They knew that it was a journey they would face together, supported by their Cullen family and the love that had brought them all together.

Their journey was a testament to the power of love, acceptance, and the beauty of chosen family. In the embrace of their loved ones, (M/N) and Ethan continued to build a life filled with happiness, love, and the promise of a bright future.