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Dainsleif: The White Knight & The Light Prince.
Let's go over what we know about the White Knight. He is referenced by the Bloodstained Chivalry artifact set, and by his sword, The Black Sword. He was a noble-born member of the Knights of Favonius that served under Arundolyn 500 years ago. He was trained by Rostam, becoming a powerful knight who was obsessed with justice. Over time, he began to lose himself in the slaughter.
☽ Kaj's Note ☾ In Norse mythology, Dáinsleif is the name of king Högni's sword, crafted by the dwarf Dáinn. When drawn, the sword cannot be sheathed again unless it has taken a life, and wounds from the sword do not heal.
Dainsleif's commentary in Xiao's collected miscellany "I know the adepti suffer hearthache just as I do but I cannot know Xiao's future. Will Xiao be ravaged by the unending war he wages and be plunged into Despair? Or will he meet someone who understand his sacrifice and can shine ray of light into his dark world…" in which he seems to relate Xiao's life to his own story.
Here are a few more Collected Miscellany quotes that I believe match up.
✧ "Within Mondstadt, there are few who possess the ability and a desire to seek truth equal to hers. But beware, O young seeker. You must sacrifice your all to unravel the world's secrets. Can the astrologist Mona truly bear such a burden?"
✧"Diluc's explosive, ruthless fighting style, and his aloof manner, are all admirable traits. But if the disaster from five centuries ago were to happen again, if he were to face the same evil that I once did, would he still hold fast to his resolve?"
✧ "Few know where Tartaglia acquired his fighting skills before become a Harbinger. Nor do many know where his lust for combat originates. There is a dangerous secret to the martial legacy he inherits. But it is one that even he himself does not fully understand.
✧ "I am content to watch most crises from the sidelines. But if Albedo were to make a single wrong move.. I could not let myself ignore it."
✧ "There are those with hatred in their hearts that are able to do what Eula has done: take the lust for vengeance bequeathed to them by fate and channel it into a force for self-advancement. For Eula, this has set her down a path of peace and inner strength. Still there are others for whom the passage of time does nothing to quell the poison spreading through their souls. Only the future will reveal the path they take, but inevitably, it will be a different one."
✧ "Life and death are but two halves to an endless cycle. Life leads unto death, and death unto new life-- why, then, should death be taboo?"
✧ "Their only tangible legacy is the sword and the gun, and weapons only stand for whatever meaning humans ascribe to them. Are they tools to hunt down the last remnants of an age gone by? Or to uphold the order of a new age? The choice lies with their wielder. Clorinde's sword has never wavered, for her sense of justice is sufficiently simple and adequately strong. Moments of doubt, difficult decisions... leave those for the people forced to live through times of momentous change in the world."
✧ "Human lives are short, and their memories cannot be passed on."
☽ Kaj's Note ☾ "Harts there are also four, which from its highest boughs, arch-necked, gnaw: Dáinn and Dvalinn, Dúneyrr and Duraþrór." Each of these are dwarf names, and each have meanings: Dáinn is "The Dead One", Dvalinn is "The Unconscious One". Dáinsleif is the name of the sword crafted by Dáinn, and the inspiration taken may reflect Dainsleif's curse of immortality and tortured relationship with death.
The Tsaritsa & the Pale Princess
The confluence between the past and future. The original calamity had been overturned, yet the island in the sky set the earth to burn. Chalk pursues gold, in this time inopportune, the eclipse is swallowed by the crimson moon. The future must atone for bygone mistakes, as the bond familiar falters and breaks— of the same blood, elders and the youth... Such is the cycle of the world, in truth. Dain, what is that strand of blonde hair to you? Someone you must kill? Or the object of your penitence?
—A self-proclaimed prophet
Defeat me, command me to step aside, show me that you are worthier than I to rescue her. Then, the threads of all fate will be yours to re-weave. My memory has all but faded completely... But I will always remember how much she too, loved these flowers.
- Dainsleif, Travail
The one he's trying to save is the Pale Princess, the Tsaritsa.
Required reading for this section is "The Pale Princess and the Six Pygmies", the first volume of which exists in-game. Subsequent volumes were datamined by players in early versions of the game and can be found here.
If you read the book, you will find it self-explanatory why I think the Pale Princess might be the Tsaritsa, archon of love.
We first receive the book "The Pale Princess and the Six Pygmies" from Lisa, when we help her take it back from a cryo Abyss Mage who has stolen it. The player must receive this book in order for the story to progress. I think the book contains a shocking truth, not only because it's supposed to contain “a secret”according to the Abyss Mage Emery, but because of Lisa's vision story.
With the aid of her Vision, Lisa acquired the knowledge that she sought. But she also sensed the deep secret hidden in the shadows of that knowledge. For whatever reason, the gods gave humans the key to changing everything, but they did not explain the cost involved. Lisa grew fearful of the truth. The Vision that hung from her neck became to her a bottomless pit filled with sweet delights, lingering at the back of her mind. So, from time to time, when somebody whom she finds interesting comes along, Lisa will pass onto them her understanding on all kinds of matters. Perhaps she is secretly hoping that by doing so, one day someone will come along who has the ability to understand the ultimate truth behind Visions.
Furthermore, as exemplified by Wanderer’s story, we learn that the truth of things erased from Irminsul can be preserved through fairytales. The fact that Irminsul can be edited solves any reasons we have so far of why Dainsleif can't be the Light Prince
Why the Tsaritsa gave up her heavenly principle might be explained by Dainsleif's lines in Raiden Shogun's collected miscellany. "Yet archons are born arrogant-- by attempting to grasp the heavenly principles, she brought a disaster upon mortals. Perhaps some may say that I'm overstating what happened, but... I'm just speaking from experience after all."
Dainsleif is titled the "Bough Keeper" (Chinese: 拾枝者 Shízhī-zhě, "Bough Picker")
I believe this references the flowers after which the Fatui logo was fashioned.
In the namecard from the Shadowed Snowfall Battle Pass, variably called “Solanum Lyratum” and “Travel Notes: Lyratum”, this flower is described.
“Only this flower remains on the heights where all trees have withered.”
The real plant under that scientific name, the lyreleaf nightshade, or the snake berry, grows not in the snow, but in temperate and subtropical climes. It has five petals, not four. So despite its name seeming to allude to the real life plant, I think it means something entirely different in the context of Genshin Impact.
☽ Kaj's Note ☾ This is not impossible- almond tofu in Genshin requires almonds and tofu to make, despite our world’s almond tofu being made of apricot kernel milk and agar agar. Valberries are almost certainly rosehips. And the zaytun peach comes from the Arabic word meaning “olive”, “زيتون”.
The flower resembles Albedo’s “sun blossom” (as called in his namecard) or “solar isotoma” (as called in his elemental skill). Again, this can’t refer to the real-life genus of herbs under the name “isotoma”, all of which have five-petalled flowers.
They are inexorably linked with the heights as part of Albedo’s kit, notably rising skyward. In his fourth constellation, Descent of Divinity, plunging attacks from the solar isotoma have increased damage. The divine nature of the flowers are referenced in the first constellation, Flower of Eden.
This Geo bloom has an unusual property mirrored in the aim of alchemy. To rise from the earth, soar into the sky, and become the sun.
The description for geo specters is:
Geo Specters mimic the fruit of certain plants when their wings are closed together. As such, they are held by some ancient tales to be the fruit of a giant tree in the sky, and are regarded as having mysterious medical value.
and they look like this from above
The flowers of the Fatui are, I think, a sort of mirror to these.
The Blind Boy & Vedrfolnir
☽ Kaj's Note ☾ Veðrfölnir is a mysterious figure in Norse mythology, only once attested to. He is a hawk who sits between the eyes of an eagle perched atop Yggdrasil (the Norse equivalent to the German Irminsul), and his name consists of two components. "Veðr" meaning weather or wind; and "fölr" or "fölna", meaning "pale" or "white" and "to wither" or "lose colour" respectively. The meaning can therefore be "storm-pale", "wind-bleached", or "wind-witherer".
Vedrfolnir's title, "the Visionary", may be a contradictory sort of reference to the blind boy described in Viridescent Venerer and in Deepwood Memories. If Dainsleif is the Bloodstained Knight, that makes the boy his brother.
Notably, that boy, following his brother's journey through Teyvat, is killed in Sumeru as result of the Cataclysm. But these lines make it seem possible that his death was not permanent.
The ancient legends say that the lord of the forest was immortal, As they at life's end would melt into the forest, Their claws would become metal and wood, and their stripes would become an endless maze, And their smoldering eyes would become the moon in both the sky and the water. All things that die will gain new life in some other form. All things that decay will sprout pure and tender new shoots. "But those souls who had been destroyed by death, memories that are eternally lost," "Is there a place for them in the cycle of life and death?" "The soul is a void concept, and memories must one day return to the land." "What is there to worry about if something that was always void were to fade away?" "Rather, remind and support one another, such that everyone's image will be remembered forever." "Thus shall we defeat the natural cycle of life and death, and preserve memory forever!"
The blind boy discovered the "relic of the woods", the in-game weapon Hunter's Path, which he gifted to Viridescent. A connection can be made, then, to the Archon Quest Hunters, Prophets, during which Mona describes Fontaine's prophecy as being so great in magnitude that only a "visionary" might be capable of weaving it.
☽ Kaj's Note ☾ His blindness might be the reason for his prophetic prodigy. In Norse mythology, Odin is known to have gouged out one of his eyes in return for prophetic and other magical power. Hödr, the blind god, makes incredible prophecies. His story has themes of fate and the consequences of divine actions- being that this prophecy, which predict's his brother, Baldr, lord of light's death- sets off a chain reaction which causes Ragnarök, the end of the world.
In Bedtime Story, the quest we learn that Vedrfolnir is Dainsleif's brother, extensive parallels exist with the lore of Deepwood Memories.
It is "a self-proclaimed prophet" who gives us Dainsleif's character introduction. Could it be his brother?
Wrapping it All Up
Issues with this theory persist.
One thing that could cause this whole theory to come crashing down is that Vedrfolnir is Dainsleif's older brother, while the blind boy is the Bloodstained Knights' younger brother.
Another is that the Light Prince clearly comes from beyond the world of the Pale Princess, and Dainsleif seems unlikely to be a descender.
There are also other explanations of who the Pale Princess and Light Prince could be.
At a far-flung moment in the distant past, the ancestor of the seelie met a traveler from afar, with whom they swore an oath of union witnessed by the three sisters of the Lunar Palace. Just thirty days later, a sudden disaster struck. The seelie and their lover fled into exile as the world collapsed around them, fleeing until the terrible calamity caught up with and seized them. Their cruel punishment was to be separated from each other for eternity and to have their memories wiped without a trace.
- Records of Jueyun, "Mountain Spirits"
The Seelie lovers are a potential candidate. In an anniversary event, it is possibly Seelies that are alluded to as children of the moonlight.
There's also the fact that these datamined books may not be indicative of game content any longer. We all know that huge changes were made to the story when it became apparent that Genshin would succeed as a huge game.
Finally, the White Knight is only 500 years old, and so is Dainsleif, while for this theory, he’d have to be over 1000 years old. However, in Venti's collected miscellany, he says "A thousand years have passed since the God of Anemo left this land. But to me, it has only been half that time." To me, this shows that time passes oddly for him. I get the sense he's talking about himself as well as Qiqi when he says, "As a zombie, Qiqi has escaped the grip of both time and death. How Qiqi entered this state of existence, I do not know. But I doubt it was of her own volition. Are the heavenly principles toying with her? Or is fate seeking to torture her? Is an ordinary life of simple pleasures really a thing so fragile?" There could also be some fuckery with resurrection, reincarnation, and memory wiping.
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Goodness, you're probably one of the very few who don't think Aegon will ever get KL! Congrats, I'm of the same mind (there's probably not many of us, lol) How do you think Euron's story will unfold though? I see him allied with Cersei, like the show had it. I don't think he will have anything to do with Daenerys apart from destroying any chance for her to get the throne before seeking for the North's allegiance. I see the Ironborn split in three, Euron-Cersei, Theon and Asha with the North and dear Vic with Dany. Thoughts? BTW what about the Forsaken?
Hey anon, sorry about the delay.
These would be my thoughts on The Forsaken. :)
I used to be extremely skeptical of the Euron-Cersei alliance on the show, but after rereading the books I'm less sure. A few things stood out.
There's Cersei's escalating obsession with acquiring her own fleet, which directly parallels Daenerys' ambitions.
The new High Septon would doubtless wring his holy hands, and the Braavosi would squeak and squawk at her, but what of it? "The monies saved will be used for the building of our new fleet." - Cersei IV, AFFC
There's the vulnerability of Blackwater Bay, which Cersei fully grasps.
"Lord Merryweather is right," said Lord Waters. "If it please Your Grace, I will launch the rest of our new dromonds. The sight of them upon the Blackwater with King Tommen's banner flying from their masts will remind the city who rules here, and keep them safe should the mobs decide to run riot again." He left the rest unspoken; once on the Blackwater, his dromonds could stop Mace Tyrell from bringing his army back across the river, just as Tyrion had once stopped Stannis. Highgarden had no sea power of its own this side of Westeros. They relied upon the Redwyne fleet, presently on its way back to the Arbor. - Cersei X, AFFC
There's all the times she's constantly told of Euron's dominance at sea. It's easy to imagine her being drawn to that.
Without the Arbor and its fleet, the realm could never hope to rid itself of this Euron Crow's Eye and his accursed ironmen. - Cersei IX, AFFC
There's the offer that was made by Balon Greyjoy to form an alliance with her father, which no doubt lingers in the depths of her mind.
Cersei's mouth was dry. I need a cup of Arbor gold. If the ironmen decided to take the Arbor next, the whole realm might soon be going thirsty. "Stannis may have had a hand in this. Balon Greyjoy offered my lord father an alliance. Perhaps his son has offered one to Stannis." - Cersei VII, AFFC
And then there's this line, which made me itch.
Varys would have known, Cersei thought with irritation. "I do not propose to climb in bed with that sorry pack of squids. Their turn will come, once we have dealt with Stannis. What we require is our own fleet." - Cersei IV, AFFC
Other than that, I mostly keep going back to three things.
Cersei is a foolish and desperate woman, who consistently forms ill-advised alliances.
Cersei's and Daenerys' storylines faithfully parallel each other. If one does it, the other follows suit. What does that mean if Daenerys accepts Victarion Greyjoy as an ally?
Cersei's enemies are the same people Euron is and will be targeting. Is that intentional? In relation to this, is there a reason why the author chose to have Euron sail past the Westerlands and directly proceed to the Reach?
My apprehension is because of Euron. He's so unlike his show counterpart, it's almost difficult to envision him as being capable of making alliances. What use does he have for Cersei Lannister?
I'm still on the fence, but it wouldn't surprise me in the least if it broke down like you've predicted: Cersei - Euron / Daenerys - Victarion / Jon + Sansa - Theon + Asha.
With regards to how I see his story unfolding, I think he's going to fuck a lot of shit up, until Daenerys and Victarion stop him. Lol
Post: Aegon the Doomed
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Daddy’s Struggles (m) | BBH
Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader
Dad!Baek, domestic au, established relationship (duh), a slice of life, fluff, a lil smutty(!)
Warnings: some friskiness between mom and dad if you know what I mean, mentions of teenagers watching porn (I’m not promoting it, you guys lol), also this gets fluffin’ sweet get a bucket in advance
Word Count: ~2.2k
Summary: Baekhyun overhears your teenage daughter watching porn. You have to handle a small crisis.
Event: the BBH day @supermwritersnet
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Author’s Note: This… came out of nowhere:D I blame my dear beta @baekshoney – we'd once discussed the idea of Baek being a teenager’s parent (in relation to a different story). Don’t we all love dilf Baek though? lol Anyways, this is a tiny glimpse into his future as a cute af father and husband <3 Let’s name him puppydad!Baek 😊 I hope this lifts your mood a little on a day like this!
On that note – happy birthday to our genius idol (aka mochi-cheeked hyperactive puppy), I wish that he stays healthy and happy and on the radar throughout the next 2 years (and forever)!! Don’t be too sad, guys, he’s hopefully going to finally lead a somewhat normal life for a bit 💞 Ok, I’ll let you get to it already~
A yawn.
You rubbed your tired eyes and dictated a reminder for tomorrow morning to your AI assistant. It was pretty late and you had your hands full all day with your kids. And while family time was always great, there hadn’t been a spare moment for you to tend to your own business. But two decades of dealing with your hyperactive yet loveable children (and husband) taught you to make the most out of what you got. So you were doing just that, organizing your errands and sorting important emails after everyone had scurried off to their rooms, and your husband — to the shower.
Baekhyun was quite exhausted himself, so you realized he must’ve gotten in the common bathroom by the time you exited the one in your bedroom. He did that sometimes when you locked the door out of habit. Not that he couldn’t come in, it was just… You used to scold him pretty badly for breaking into the bathroom. Picking locks wasn’t something you wanted your juniors to acquire as a habit. They had enough of their daddy’s traits as it was.
The thought made you chuckle. Your eldest son had already outgrown his father by at least five and a half – gotta be precise here! – centimeters (which made daddy very proud, but also a teeny tiny bit jealous). Despite his height, which, you were sure, was going to break the golden 180cm in the next few months, your boy’s build was exactly the same as Baekhyun’s. His shoulders were broad, his hips wide, and his waist was naturally narrow. Legs long and lean, and eyes always mischievous. He was eighteen and already seemed more like Baekhyun’s best friend rather than his child. Being both the hyung and the oppa of the household, he was the most mature out of the bunch, and always a big help to his parents.
Your middle child, your precious daughter, resembled you a lot. Her wavy hair and her big eyes with the longest eyelashes either of you’d ever witnessed. Seriously, that was the first thing Baekhyun’s friends had commented on when they came by to meet your new baby. ‘Is this even normal? Can she see through those? That’s one pretty baby!’ She was even prettier now, at her sweet sixteen, cheeks still a bit chubby, which – just as her button nose – were definitely an homage to her dad. Not to mention her hands that were even more delicate and exquisite than his.
The youngest, your six-year-old son, was a blessing. You weren’t planning to have more children after the first two until you suddenly thought… why not? Cannot say that you weren’t a little bit under the influence at the time. It was one of those rare weekends when your kids had a sleepover at their grandparents’, so you had the whole house to yourself. Deciding to have a domestic date and enjoy shameless daytime drinking, you indulged in a whole glass of wine before both of you were tipsy and giggling, then you added one more to the mix. At that point, all kinds of crazy things were brought up.
‘We should do this more often…’ You informed your partner. ‘This is exciting! We can walk around naked the way we used to before we had teenagers in the house!’
‘I miss our naked Saturdays…’ Baekhyun whined, almost spilling his wine while trying to sip it gracefully. ‘Now I barely even see you naked with your shower locking obsession!’
Pursing your lips, you dismissed his complaint.
‘After that incident… You cannot blame me for my caution.’
The incident was, well, your son needing to use the bathroom while his sister was taking too long and heading to the one in your bedroom. He nearly walked in on… an adult scene.
‘He didn’t even see anything, Y/N-ah,’ your husband grumbled, but you waved him off, downing your drink as if it was a shot of tequila rather than a glass of wine.
‘I don’t see a problem though,’ he blinked at you, not following. ‘We’re alone. Why not… See each other naked again?’
‘Right. We can also- Y/N-ah!’
‘What?’ You eyed his suddenly enthusiastic form with nothing but suspicion.
‘We can create a distraction!’
‘Hm?’
‘A distraction for them. So that they’d be busy with something else while we’re away.’
‘Hmm?’ You still couldn’t locate the source of his excitement.
‘Lemme show you,’ he slurred, tugging on your wrist to get you up and dragging you to the bedroom.
Let’s have another baby – that was his brilliant idea. Had you both not been such poor drinkers, one of you would’ve thought this through.
Nevertheless, you were glad that you didn’t. Because your little angel, who could sometimes be more of a tiny demon, to be frank, was the single sweetest thing to ever exist on planet Earth. He had his entire family wrapped around his little finger, and you – most of all. How could anyone blame you? That troublemaker was the spitting image of his dad and had a personality to match — just as playful and affectionate.
The chill spring breeze from the window licked at the bare skin of your arm, causing you to shiver slightly, coming back from the land of reminiscing. You stretched on the bed, noticing how protruding your nipples became from the cold even while hidden by the gentle fabric of your nightgown. Pulling the covers up, you grunted under your breath, wondering what was taking Baekhyun so long.
Just as you did, the door cracked open, and your husband sauntered into the room.
‘Ah finally, I thought I needed to go rescue you again,’ you chuckled.
That had happened before. He once used the common bathroom to shower before bed and ended up captured by your daughter, who was around six or seven at the time, in the hallway. She then demanded cuddles, knowing that her father was too weak to turn his precious girl down and send her back to bed. You found them both huddled up asleep on the couch, with your husband’s head tilted dangerously to the side. Terrible sleeping postures always had consequences, so you spared him the agony of the next morning, waking him up mercifully and helping to get your little girl to her bed. This was only one of many occasions – Baekhyun was a softie.
This time, however, he was a bit stupefied.
He didn’t react to your remark and seemed like he was going on autopilot when he came closer and sat on the bed.
You lifted the covers, inviting him to join you, and he followed your lead, still staring at the wall across the room.
‘Yeobo,’ you called, getting slightly alarmed. ‘Are you okay?’
He blinked, the stupor breaking, and looked at you with astounded eyes.
‘I- I think,’ he began, making you shift to face him properly. ‘I think I just overheard our daughter watching porn!’
His voice lowered to a whisper by the end of that sentence.
‘Oh my god,’ you whispered back. ‘How do you figure?’
‘I was walking down the hallway, and I thought I heard something from her room. I didn’t fully register what it was, but now that it processed… It was definitely porn!’
The signs of distress on his face almost caused you to break down in a fit of laughter. You held it in with all you got. Fathers and daughters, the eternal struggle.
‘First of all, ew. Aren’t you even a little bit ashamed to be eavesdropping on your kids like that?’ You didn’t let him protest. ‘Also, how do you even know it was porn, you know she sometimes mumbles and whimpers in her sleep. Like someone else we know…’
Giving him a pointed look, you leaned over his chest to turn the lights to the lowest mode, leaving the room dimly lit. It was always effective when you wanted to help him relax.
‘I wasn’t ea- And you think I can’t tell what porn sounds like? There are some generic… sounds. That give it away.’
‘When was the last time you watched it?’ You murmured, eyeing him curiously.
Of all people, you knew best how short his attention span was. Sometimes it could work to your advantage. Like right now, when you needed to de-escalate this before you could reason with him.
‘I- wh- I don’t know, probably when you were pregnant,’ he recalled. ‘The third one was somehow the toughest on me. You looked way too attractive for a heavily pregnant lady, let me tell you.’
‘Heavily pregnant??’ You scoffed, softening right after. ‘Well, you have a point, he was pretty huge. I swear, if he doesn’t grow up to be taller than Chanyeol, I’d be offended. That boy’s giant head prolonged my healing by at least a month.’
Baekhyun sighed and looked up at the ceiling, thinking back to that time.
‘He was the only one who caused you to tear, right?’
‘Yeah. Which is weird, considering that he was my third one. Ah well, I guess I’m not getting any younger…’
‘Aren’t you though? I’m constantly being asked about my pretty young wife,’ Baekhyun smiled at you charmingly. ‘And you only became prettier after the third pregnancy. I say it’s the hormones.’
Your cunning little plan was working. He was incredibly easy to distract.
‘Tell me the truth, was it the boobs? Or my butt? I did gain the most weight with the little daredevil, that’s for sure.’
‘It was all of you. You always looked so sexy when pregnant, I just wanted to have you all to myself,’ he cooed at you. ‘To feed you handpicked strawberries. And smother you with kisses. My beautiful young wife.’
At some point during this conversation, you shuffled closer to each other, now cuddled up snugly on the bed. Your finger slowly traced abstract patterns on his chest, happily exploiting the access to his skin where his pajama shirt was unbuttoned.
‘Ah, you’re just saying that to get under my nightgown,’ you batted your eyelashes at him, and he shook his head.
‘Maybe a little, but that’s true. And it’s not surprising that people are noticing – you are younger than me.’
‘A couple of years is nothing at our age,’ you murmured, bending your knee and moving your leg slightly up his to get cozy.
‘Well, you know what people say… Small kids make parents younger. Wanna have another one?’ He nudged you gently and laughed at the dirty look you gave him.
‘Yeobo- please don’t make jokes like this. I’d rather look for other elixirs of youth than go through that entire ordeal again.’
You knew that he was kidding, but the thought made you shiver.
‘I know, honey, I know. Like I said, you’re not in need of any elixirs.’
At this you relaxed, melting into his shoulder, and guiding his arm to wrap around you, warming your exposed shoulders.
‘Well, Mr Byun, same to you. Still as charming as two decades ago.’
‘Hey, I’d like to think that I’m more charming now. The experience and all.’
‘Who helped you gain all that experience though?’ You poked him lightly, and a low chesty laugh escaped his lips.
‘Of course, it was my one and only, my young, and beautiful, and smart and sexy little wife,’ he punctuated each compliment with a chaste kiss to your cheeks, nose, lips, and neck.
You squirmed in his arms.
‘Ah, you make a woman go mad,’ you purred into his lips mockingly.
He snickered softly, ready to lean in, but then stopped abruptly.
‘Wait a second- What about-’
‘Baekhyun…’ You murmured as he fussed on the bed.
‘I should probably go in there, and-’
‘And what? Embarrass your daughter?’ You held him down. ‘She’s sixteen, honey, it’s just the hormones. We’ve both been there. Let her be.’ You nuzzled his neck, pressing your lips to his sensitive skin lazily.
His mind was growing cloudy again since your hand was now caressing his inner thigh foxily. He’d probably realized what you were doing by now, but you were right, so he allowed you to sway him into giving the idea of an immediate intervention up.
‘Besides, I’m sure you wouldn’t be nearly as appalled if that was our eldest,’ you scoffed and added in an exaggerated tone. ‘Never took you for a sexist.’
‘But- he’s eighteen, and she- she’s my little girl…’ He mumbled in a small voice, hazed further by your not-so-subtle seduction. ‘I can’t let her- watch that-’
‘Don’t worry, yeobo,’ you whispered soothingly in his ear, slipping your hand into his loose pants. ‘I’ll talk to her tomorrow. Without you. No need to traumatize the poor girl, that’s how daddy issues develop.’
‘You should know,’ he bit back meekly, sighing when you finally wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard length.
‘The sass! It’s almost like you still got it, Mr Byun. Care to impress that young wife of yours?’
‘I sure will, you cunning woman,’ he growled playfully, completely giving in to it and attacking your laughing mouth as he lifted the covers over your head.
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Feral Fatality
(Part 1)
So this has been in my works for a week now. You see, it was a typical day for me scrolling through Tumblr and visiting some....tags, and then a short drabble inspired me to write about a feral reader totally not because I was craving violence and murder no, which reached more than 4k words on the first draft so here we are! Shitty title, I know. The proofread work went over 7k, and it's not even finished yet. Once I'm done posting this and my main orc fic, I will get into the requests so please be patient!
Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Fem!Reader
Word count: 3k
Warnings: Brief blood and violence at the end of the first part
Contains: Swearing, mentions of neglect and abuse (not graphic)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
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Screams slit through the twilight as the frigid autumn wind blew harshly through the trees of Camp Crystal Lake. The rustling of bushes and cracking of twigs echoed as foolish teenagers attempted to escape, running for their lives when they were the ones who dared step foot in the place, tarnishing it with their sins.
Jason Voorhees, the innocent kid who died several years ago; pushed to the lake by his bullies and left to drown for being different and unsightly— all because the counselors were busy with their fucking business—, returned as an undead killing machine right after his mother murdered them and died. His sole purpose: to protect the land and purge the people who had no right to be here, sentencing them to a horrendous death.
One by one, they struck the ground, lifeless, either chopped into pieces, beheaded, or stabbed countless times by his trusty machete.
Limbs...ripped off with his bare hands.
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The muffled snapping of branches reached your ears as the vehicle's wheels ran over them, stirring you from your nap. You rubbed your chilled skin under your clothes as you looked out of the window, thumping your forehead on the glass when you leaned forward the moment you saw the scenery. Trees, both ancient and young, their leaves varying in hues of green, orange and red, filled your line of sight. It was still early in autumn, your favorite time of the year, not hot but not too cold either. You watched in awe as the warm-colored leaves cascaded down from the branches and down to the ground, some carried by the wind farther from their origin.
The view did its best to distract you from a couple in session a seat before yours. They always seem to do that all the time, regardless of place or occasion.
This was a week-long getaway after graduation, they said.
Nothing but a white lie.
An excuse for the girls to hook up with their campus crushes, a week of fucking and smoking drugs.
You, however, just got invited —forced— by your "friend" Eloiza, the self-proclaimed hottest girl in the entire school, typical captain of the cheerleading squad; blonde and curvy. Her words were much too sugar-coated that even a deaf person could tell she had ulterior motives.
She only planned to use you as a tool to raise her fame. A stepping stone for her own gain.
That wasn't the only reason though.
Everyone knew who you were, but only by your name. News and rumors alike spread like wildfire through gossipy mouths. Your deeds were known throughout campus.
(Y/N)(L/N), top academic competitor and multiple-award winner, a straight-A student for five years in succession. Some believed you were a genius, the rest called you insane.
You wouldn't call yourself a genius though, you did not possess the obsessive need to acquire eternal knowledge and discover the secrets of the universe as most of them do, to effortlessly solve every problem that comes their way.
If that were the case, then you wouldn't be here in the first place.
You only love learning and indulging in the beauty of Mother Nature, plus a handful of hyper-fixations.
Fine, a buttload of hyper-fixations. And such came in handy in various situations.
You were unrivaled, not one of your peers could come close to your level of wit. Many people wished to have a brain like yours, and just as many hated you for even having one, praised you just as much as slandered your name and judged you.
Despite your reputation, the poor school didn't broadcast it, at least every time. The staff probably got tired of repeating the same phrase over and over again. Which caused more than half of the whole campus to never believe you to be the one behind all of that, laughing at your face when you said your name.
"You? The (Y/N) (L/N)? Ha! As if I'd fall for that! Everyone knows how she looks. You're the absolute opposite!"
"You got to be kidding me."
"You're a joker, aren't you? Is this a prank? If so please stop it, don't pretend like you're her."
Yep, and it goes on and on and on. They were right, you didn't look like someone who would win contests or excel in class.
You constantly wore clothes that hid your form, silent unless spoken to or asked to answer, distant and reserved, you preferred the company of books and nature to the rowdiness and prying hands of humans. A sociopath they deemed you. Quite an extreme word to use when you simply wanted to enjoy the only things that made you happy in this living hell.
You only know a handful of people who approached you first-hand and praised you genuinely, even asking for an autograph, which really surprised you.
Yet, they would never understand you even if you explained, because you can't, words evade you when it comes down to voice out what you feel. Even if you can, no one would care. And even if they did? You doubt it was real. Everyone wants to use you, and they seem to believe you'd let them. You didn't trust anyone. The last time you did only left you sobbing on the dirt.
You wanted to be left alone.
To connect with nature and get as far away as possible from your parents. Parents who kept shouting profanities at each other, the main cause for your depression and anxiety levels to skyrocket, the shaking turning into trembling, 7 hours of sleep to barely a blink.
That's why you agreed to go in the first place.
You hated your household—despised it— a mess of broken shards of bottles and ceramics littered your kitchen floor more often than not. You didn't bother cleaning it up anymore, your mother would just waste away her money on more things to break and throw them at your joke of a father when they fought anyway.
Not only that, you thought...No, you believed if you worked hard to be the best and win countless competitions, your parents would give you recognition and reconcile for your sake, but no, no, no. They didn't care one bit about you or your medals, it was as if you were never even included in their lives at all. Even birthday celebrations ceased to exist in everyone's books after your 13th.
So you gave up.
Down into the void, your wishful thinking went, that they'll become better people over time, that the attention and love you deserve will be given one day. Instead, you wallowed yourself in your studies, besting everyone in everything academic. Oh, but you weren't athletic. Far from it. Damn, you were getting thin and sleep-deprived from being neglected, dark circles under your eyes every time you looked at your reflection. People hating your existence wasn't helping, some teachers even suspected you of cheating.
There's no way in hell you'd let yourself get dragged down to end up like them! You were of legal age now, a fresh graduate from high school, you doubt your parents even knew that since they didn't fucking show up on your graduation day. You were moving out of that shithole of a town. Anywhere is better than where they breathed and spat their poison.
And so here you are. Standing in this breath-taking and mysterious place. Camp Crystal Lake, it is named, secluded, barely touched by modernization as it is hidden between mountains and trees as far as the eye could see. Not to mention its namesake, the lake, you imagined it would mirror the sky, be it day or night. You loved it, you adored the fresh, breathable air that went through you the moment you stepped out of the van.
You also knew about him.
Resolved to never go back to that goddamned house, you took everything you had and needed; the special little trinkets you've collected through the years shoved into a box, the few clothes you had, art materials, and your precious books carefully packed inside a big travel bag, along with your stocked up canned goods, convenience food, snacks, and toiletries.
And other, important things.
You hauled your baggage out of the van and got off, immediately moving to the side and away from everyone.
You got used to people ignoring you that you didn't care anymore.
Why waste your time with them when you can have all of it to yourself?
Eloiza led the group into the larger cabins, the others went straight into the lake for a swim. You even notice some teens disappear into the trees, most likely for a quickie.
In return, you stayed out of their way, fully satisfied being invisible and with your own company as you trudged to a cabin, the one you caught a glimpse of earlier in the van. It was a long way's separated from the rest, closest to the forest and hidden behind a few trees.
You were panting when you finally stopped in front of it, clearly not used to walking long distances and carrying stuff near as heavy as your weight.
Upon closer inspection, you found yourself gaping at its appearance. The wooden walls lost their color as they aged, white and brown mushrooms grew on the ground along with green moss sticking to the beams, and a few vines crawling their way up and on the roof. Despite all of that, the cabin looked sturdy still.
There's this "one with nature" vibe that drew you to it, like a string pulling you closer and inviting you. Ominous most would say, but you almost cried when the rich scent of earth and oxygen filled your lungs as you took one big inhale, sighing in content for once. It was a lot smaller compared to the others, but you didn't care. As long as you were left alone with your stuff you were a-okay.
Perfect.
You turned the knob and peeked inside, letting out a small gasp and opening the door wider to see the whole thing.
Old as it is, it was proper and neat, regardless of the tiny cobwebs on the upper corners. A small, square dining table sat in the middle of the first part of the place, two wooden stools placed underneath. There were cupboards on the wall and a simple sink with an empty space to the side. You went to the next room, doorless and separated with but a wall of thick plywood. It had a single bed in the corner, off-white cotton sheets sitting atop, not a wrinkle in sight. No pillow though. There's a decent-sized closet along with a small table on one side of the bed. One of the windows had a hole in the middle, a ray of sunlight streaming in through the cracks. It was too big for the size of a gunshot, so maybe a rock.
A bit hesitant, your fingers traced the wood, feeling the inconsistent texture. When you went through the back door, your smile reached your ears when trunks of trees and bushes greeted you...
Wait, is that what you think it is?
Stepping closer to the treeline, your jaw dropped when you spotted a thicket of fruit-bearing plants past them, gathered in a tiny clearing.
Blueberries.
Purple little cuties poked out of the green shrubs, sporting a vibrant hue that caught your eye. The sun shone overhead and providing the energy they needed. Blueberries managed to grow in the area despite the trees fencing them.
Tempted and suspicious, you crouched down, inspecting the shrub if it really was a blueberry plant and not a deadly doppelganger. Once you were sure it was, (it would be hilarious if you simply died from nighshade poisoning), you plucked one and brought it to your mouth. It was sweeter than you expected, with a slightly bitter aftertaste. You hummed in delight, wiping the juice with your thumb when it dribbled out, staining your finger and lips.
You didn't want to anger anybody. Hell, coming here was already trespassing, so you didn't push your luck and left it alone, hoping they'd forgive you for picking one. They surely didn't look wild with the way they lined up.
You scanned the rest of the area, eventually going back inside to unpack after your little evaluation.
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The sun was a hand's away from setting when you finished. Pride swelled in your chest at the work you did, your things stocked and organized with care inside the cabinets and drawers. You won't have to worry about your food for now as cupboards were filled to the brim with them. You also had a decent amount of money left from your savings account that your parents weren't aware of. Prize money, allowance, and the salary you got from doing online jobs all went into it. The camp was a few miles off the road, and a couple more to the nearest gas station with a convenience store. Very far yes, but it's better than living with the people who made you do this in the first place.
You just hoped you wouldn't die walking.
Everything was worth it, anyways. You were free now, at least that's what you think.
You trudged to the bed, eyeing the cushions, wary and a little scared to touch the sheets that appeared to be cleaned just recently, you didn't even lay a finger on them ever since you got inside. Oh, but your tired muscles were screaming to just flump down and relax.
So you did.
You dumped yourself face first and inhaled. It wasn't smelly nor fragrant, just the simple freshness on the cotton fabric. You felt beat but ain't sleepy, yet, so you reached to the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a book to pass the time as you waited for the sun to go down and give way for the moon. Its spine and pages had creases, worn out and yellow-stained from age and use. It was a horror-mystery novel told through a first-person narrative, a story of a middle-aged detective and her Maine coon in their attempts to solve a murder case of a young European lady named Cassandra Chase.
You dozed off in the middle of chapter 21, the part where Dinnie, the cat, discovers a valuable clue to the crime, a rotten limb in the dried basement well.
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Jason settled down on the stairs of his porch; shoulders relaxed and hunched as he leisurely sharpened his machete with a small whetstone. Lines of sunlight kissed him through the leaves of trees, the birds in the area chirped on their perches, and the grass swayed, gentle, as a cool wind passed by.
His day be so fine. No troublemakers to deal wi—
The alarm rang, announcing unwelcomed arrival. As if a switch flipped inside, he's already on his feet, making his way swiftly to their location.
A new batch of wretched youngsters, another day ruined. Hunting them down makes his blood thrum in his veins, yes, but they soured his mood, just when he was at peace. He's dead set on slaughtering them in the most gruesome ways possible, only then he could go back and enjoy the serenity the nature around him brings.
He surveyed the area, camouflaging with the wilderness, silent as he watched and counted the soon-to-be corpses, his mother's voice at the back of his mind, guiding him.
They decided to go either to the main cabins, or the lake...even into the trees.
All but one.
Jason already planned to cut down the couple later as they lose themselves in the forest, doing nasty, dirty things to his camp. The killer shifted his attention to you, curious as to why you didn't join the lot. Instead, you walked back down the road. He followed and saw you approach the small cabin, separated from the rest, your eyes widened...
Adoration?
You were quiet— except for the little gasps of awe you let out in between pants—as you looked around and over the place. The ones you came with were rowdy and destructive, a complete opposite. He hid as he observed you from afar, moving around to adjust his vision on you. You smiled every time you looked to the trees, he noticed.
Why were you smiling like that? Why did you pick this cabin? Were you planning on defiling it?
The last question in his mind made his blood boil. He'll kill you first if that was the case. That cabin you chose was special, it was where he and his mother used to stay. He occasionally visits that one to keep it clean and free of dust. If you even think of—
Jason, sweetie...look closer. She does not have such intentions.
His mother's words rang in his head. Even from where he stood, he could see what you did inside. You looked a little hesitant, touching and drawing back your hand before letting your fingers feel the wood as if it was something delicate. Despite the initial...shyness? You proceeded to make it your home, somewhat, dropping the large duffel bags you carried on your front and back, and a similarly large roller case on your left. It was as if you planned to stay for a long time.
Jason hears you take a long breath and sigh as you went out the backdoor. You grinned wider when you saw the nature around you. You stepped forward, straight in his direction...
For a moment he thought you saw him, seeing your jaw drop. You moved closer, and he just froze there, until you crouched down.
Oh, his plants.
He watched you as you gently picked a fruit, your gaze...soft. You brought it to your mouth, some of the juice spilling on the side and you wiped it with your thumb.
Cute.
You went back inside and continued to unpack your things, carefully maneuvering around the cabin.
Maybe he'll spare you if you continue to be good. You didn't do anything dirty, yet. It's only a matter of time before the camp is shrouded in darkness and his hunt will begin.
Let's see what you'll do before that happens.
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Jason tracked down the three that went into the forest. He knew the place like the back of his hand, and it was easier to pinpoint them as he heard moans.
What he saw was utmost disgusting, two girls pleasuring a male with their mouths in broad daylight.
Kill them, my boy! Such foul beings need to die! Kill them, kill!
He circled them, steps soundless. Jason gripped his machete and brought it down the guy's neck, embedding the weapon into the bark, the head rolled down, oozing with blood, and fell against the women, drenching them in red. Not a single cry left from their mouths as he sliced both with one swing, blood pouring out of their throats and staining the ground. Jason dragged their bodies and tossed them into a pit he dug beforehand, making quick work in burying them.
A swift end. Now he waits.
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The Moon - Yandere! Jungkook x reader
The Tarot Series
“We can’t ignore reality, (Y/N).” Yoongi sighed, rubbing her back as she sobbed into his chest. “He’s dangerous. Even if the claims haven’t gone to court, you need to stay away from him.”
“He isn’t like that.” The young woman sniffed loudly. “Kookie wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“Shhh, it’s okay.” With his newly acquired police badge, Yoongi had felt a sudden protectiveness over (Y/N) and her fragile demanour. “Would you like to stay at my apartment tonight? It’s a lot safer.”
She nodded, curling her hand into his with a shy smile as he led her to his car. Yoongi was safe, he could be trusted. Even if her heart was calling out for Jungkook, and he could hear her loud and clear.
(Y/N) settled into the car seat, resting her head in the hopes that she could fall asleep and erase the past twelve hours, from Jungkook arriving home with a split lip and black eye, to Yoongi arriving that morning to show her the police report being filed against her boyfriend and offering her sanctuary.
However, her wishes of a peaceful nap were interrupted by her phone vibrating in her back pocket, and when she peeled her eyes open to see who was calling her she saw her beloved boyfriend’s name in bold print accompanied by the cute heart emoji he’d insisted she added to his contact.
She glanced to the right, seeing Yoongi was still focused on the road, and shakily pressed the accept call on her phone holding it up to her ear. She knew her friend would disapprove, but she wanted to hear from Jungkook, to be told that everything would be fine.
“(Y/N)? Where are you?” The volume on her phone was way too loud, and Jungkook’s voice was heard by Yoongi.
“(Y/N). Hang up the phone.” He said, eyes still on the road but his grip on the steering wheel getting tighter until his knuckles were white. “He’s only trying to get you back. He’s dangerous.”
(Y/N) couldn’t find it in herself to respond, not to her boyfriend on the phone who was continuing to try and converse with her nor to Yoongi.
Thus, Yoongi left his right hand on the steering wheel and used his left to snatch the phone out of her hand and throw it out of the window, hearing the satisfying crunch as it hit the tarmac.
“We can get you a replacement. But for now, not giving him contact with you is of the utmost importance.”
*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*
As Yoongi lay awake that night, all that she could think about was Jungkook. Maybe he had been wrong? Jungkook loved (Y/N), that fact could not be disputed. And surely he should trust his friend’s intuition about her own boyfriend?
His stomach growled loudly, having missed out on dinner due to the sick feeling in his stomach. Thus, he crawled out of bed and plodded to the kitchen to find a packet of instant ramen.
What he found, rather than the snack that was calling his name, was a shadowy figure prying open his window with a crowbar. Upon this sight Yoongi stumbled back in surprise, reaching out to find something he could protect himself with.
The intruder immediately looked up, alarmed. And even in the darkness of the night, his moon-lit features were unmistakable.
��Jungkook?”
He was frozen in place. But at that point, there was no doubting it was him breaking into the house.
“Min Yoongi.” He swung his body fully through the window, closing it behind him.
“Get out of my house!” He snapped. “If you’re not back out of that window in the next ten seconds, it is within my jurisdiction as a police officer to arrest you for breaking and entering.”
“We have some serious business. I’m not going anywhere.” Gone was the sweet boy that Yoongi had first been introduced to by (Y/N). This man was intimidating, cold and had a thirst for blood. No doubt, Jungkook was the man who’d assaulted her brother.
“You are not welcome in this home. If you’d like to have a discussion I can take you down to the station first thing tomorrow morning.” Yoongi hissed, keeping his voice low in fear of waking (Y/N) up.
Jungkook didn’t reply, simply twisting the crowbar around in his hands with a frustrated gaze.
“Where is (Y/N)? She’s not at home. And I’m almost certain that’s due to your intervention.” The young man finally spoke up. “You were with her when I called her, and I want to know where you’ve taken her.”
“You’re a threat to her safety. She’s in a safe place.” Yoongi, in the dark, had managed to find his belt lying haphazardly on the sofa and was drawing the pepper spray and handcuffs out as smoothly and silently as possible.
“Tell me.” Jungkook replied simply. “Tell me, or I will beat your damn brains in Min Yoongi. Don’t test me.”
“Threatening a police officer? Not a smart move, Jeon. Drop your weapon and leave, and we can forget all this.” Yonngi’s heart was pounding, with the fear of what could happen to him, or even (Y/N).
“I don’t think so.” Before Jungkook could attack, he found himself wrestled to the ground, with Yoongi handcuffing his wrists and whispering his rights into his ear.
Jungkook was practically seething, trying to buck Yoongi off of him but finding himself completely immobilised.
“I can’t wait to see you rot in jail for all you’ve done.” Yoongi said triumphantly, breathing heavily. “We’ll put you under a restraining order so you’ll never see (Y/N) again, you crazy bastard.”
His words were enough to spark a new rush of energy from Jungkook, adrenaline from the thought of being separated from his beloved (Y/N).
He managed to push Yoongi away and struggle to his feet, thankful that his hands had mistakenly been cuffed in front of him by the newbie cop.
Finding the glass jug on the counter he smashed it into Yoongi’s face, resulting in him letting out a cry of pain and falling back clutching his now bleeding features.
All Jungkook could see was red, the desire to hurt Yoongi for his gross intervention into (Y/N)’s life blinding him to everything else.
*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*
Unbeknownst to the intruder, (Y/N) had woken up when she heard Yoongi’s cry of pain and had immediately gotten out of bed and found her phone. God knows if Yoongi couldn;t handle them, (Y/N) had no chance, but first she had to assess the situation. She found her way through the dark hallway to the kitchen door, trying to qualm her fears as she heard more struggling. With no other option, she peeked around the doorway for a second.
Yoongi was on his knees, clutching at his neck. Someone was behind him, using the handcuffs on their wrists to apply more and more pressure. (Y/N) unknowingly let out a gasp, causing both men to notice their audience. With his attacker now in shock, Yoongi quickly removed the cuffs from around his neck and rolled out of the way.
“(Y/N)...?” She could never forget that voice. “(Y/N), baby, I missed you.”
“Jungkook? What are you doing here? And why… why were you just about to kill Yoongi?”
For a few moments there was silence, intermittent with Yoongi’s heavy breathing as he tried to get his breath back. Jungkook just stared at (Y/N) like a deer caught in headlights, as she tried to process the situation.
“Now do you believe me (Y/N)? Look at him, he’s off his rocker!” Yoongi spat, still breathing heavily.
“If anything he’s the crazy one!” Jungkook shot back, eyes wide to convince (Y/N). “Look, he’s trying to tear us apart! He just doesn’t understand us, he thinks he knows better when ultimately he wants you all to himself.”
The back and forth was making (Y/N)’s head spin. She wanted more than anything to believe in Jungkook with all her heart. He’d been her world for nearly a year. The soft face of the boy who’d taken her out to the lakes to watch the sunset or spent nights curled up with her in bed when the heater broke could not be that of a psychopath surely. Yet she trusted Yoongi, perhaps even more than her own heart.
“Jungkook… you want me to come with you, right?” He cocked his head, a happy grin on his face.
“Come here baby, I’ve missed you so much.” He gestured to her with his cuffed hands. “Let’s go home.”
“But all of my stuff is here! Will you help me pack?” (Y/N) whined, subtly making eye contact with Yoongi as she spoke. Jungkook blushed and nodded.
“Just let me do one last thing.” He delivered a swift kick to Yoongi’s side, the officer doubling over in pain. Jungkook found the keys to his handcuffs and dropped his former bondage besides the cop mockingly before taking her hand. “Lead the way baby. Let’s hurry.”
(Y/N) tried as hard as she could to not give off any signs of what she was planning to do. Jungkook luckily hadn’t caught on to her. He was still running on adrenaline, all of his hope renewed by (Y/N) taking his hand.
“If you start packing your clothes-” As soon as Jungkook’s back was turned, (Y/N) knew she had one chance. To make things right.
She stealthily sought out the thick hardcover book. Whilst the woes of a middle aged woman and her alcoholism hadn’t made for an easy read, the novel was going to prove itself very useful to her. Without hesitation she brought it down on the back on his neck.
Jungkook crashed to the floor, but (Y/N) didn’t hesitate for a second in straddling the obsessive freak and calling out for Yoongi.
It hurt. So much to see the tears dripping down Jungkook’s beautiful face as he was once again restrained, the officer now taking no chances and tightening the cuffs until they dug into his skin. Even with Jungkook’s crestfallen disposition threatening to guilt (Y/N), she wasn’t ready to give in to him. She knew who he truly was.
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34+ Voiceover Roles & 3 Musician Open Calls - Work From Home - Paid
'F*cking Sober' Podcast
22 + Roles
3 Open Calls for Musicians With Their Own Music
PAID WORK FROM HOME NON UNION
Deadline : September 15, 2021 2:00 PM
Somehow9am Productions // F*cking Sober: the first 90 days Podcast
Katie Mack, coord.
:"A call for artists in recovery for the 2nd Season of The Webby Award Winning Podcast Series 'F*cking Sober: the first 90 days.' We are looking for voice over talent and musicians/music producers for 'FS: Shadai.' 'F*cking Sober' is a semi-comedic mostly non-fictional narrative podcast following Shadai’s first 90 days of getting sober. Thirty-five year old Shadai is the black, queer, strong female in advertising— so what if she keeps shots in her bra for between meetings, right? But after a shitshow holiday party, a fuzzy cop encounter, and a disaster presentation with the new big account, Dry January doesn’t seem like such a bad idea. Maybe Dry Forever is better. This is what it looks, acts, and feels like to get f*cking sober. This 8 episode serialized show features music by artists with their own story with recovery. F*cking Sober Season 1: Anita has received 15k downloads since it’s release in Nov 2020, and received a 2021 Webby Nomination for Best Limited Series, and a Webby Win for Best Writing for a Podcast. At this time we are only looking to work with artists who have a relationship/understanding of recovery. Please follow instructions for submitting and what to include in the cover letter to be considered! Thank you! Listen to Season 1 to get the vibe: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/f-cking-sober-the-first-90-days/id1538804959?i=1000499155627 And check out: www.fckingsoberpodcast.com @fckingsober90_podcast More information about Somehow9am Productions & Katie Mack (Producer): www.somehow9amproductions.com www.mackstage.com"
Roles
Shadai (Voiceover): Female, 18+WORK FROM HOMEproduction states: "Note: We are only accepting submissions from artists who have their own story in recovery, TY! 35 year old, black, queer, cis gender female attorney with a dry sense of humor, who has strong opinions and shares them sometimes, is a powerhouse and knows it all… until… until she doesn’t. Please note your experience with improv/comedy in your cover letter If you have writing experience or are interested in writing please note this in your cover letter. We will be giving writing credits to the right candidate who desires to contribute to the molding of this character."Required Media: Voice Reel
Other Characters (Voiceover): 20-70
"Note: We are only accepting submissions from artists who have their own story in recovery, TY! We are looking for diversity in every sense of the word, from all genders, to ages, to ethnicities, to lived experiences, to food preferences!! In short, we are looking to cast dope, interesting people. Looking to cast various characters through out the S2 Shadai, including but not limited to:
Dad (black, army veteran, a dad’s dad)
Mom (black, hyper critical, the opposite of Shadai)
Dana (any ethnicity, work enemy)
Coco (white, work bestie)
JewBoo aka Therapist (Jewish, confidant, motherly, with a special sense of humor)
Miriam (black, best friend and ex-lover who tells it like it is)
Galen (white, gay, best friend who is warm and caring and pushy)
15 other characters Please note any experience you may have with comedy/improv if any. Please submit your reel along with your cover letter."Required Media: Voice Reel, Cover Letter
Musicians (BIPOC Artists in Recovery) (Voiceover): 18+ music from BIPOC identifying artists.
Musicians (Queer Identifying Artist in Recovery) (Voiceover): 18+ music by Queer Artists.
Musicians (Non-BIPOC/Non-Queer Artists in Recovery) (Voiceover): 18+ music from non-BIPOC or non-Queer Identifying Artists in recovery.
"To be produced over the course of October 2021 - January 2022 Shadai’s commitment is estimated at two hrs/wk. Other characters 30mins. Musicians, all work should already exist. Please be prepared to send stems or stripped down tracks."
Compensation & Union Contract Details
Stipend: $25 - $75Production states: "Shadai (Lead Character), $550 for full season. All Other Characters: $25-$50 per episode. Musicians: $25-$75 per song per episode. Sync license contract."
Seeking talent: Nationwide (United States)
Website:http://www.fckingsoberpodcast.com
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'Rain: Series III'
12 Voiceover Roles
PAID WORK FROM HOME NONUNION
Deadline: September 14, 2021 8:59 PM
JKPRising James Klim, filmmaker
Seeking voiceover talent for "Rain: Series III," a web-series, created in the video game Halo Reach on MCC via Xbox/PC. "This series will have a total of 13 episodes. I have many characters to cast, 12 specifically. If you wish to learn more about the show, you can check out my documentary series regarding the show. You can view the first episode here - www.youtube.com/watch?v=AlzPQvJS3og A little bit about me, I am a freelance filmmaker who actually got into film through making Halo videos as a kid when I was younger. You can check out some of my work here - www.jkprising.com/ I've always wanted to return to my roots & finish a series I was never able to before, but now I have the time to focus on it. This is a paid position. Rates depend on each character as some have more lines than others & vice versa. I am not the wealthiest person in the world, but I will to compensate each voice actor for their performance. My budget per character is between $100 - $300. This again, all varies per character. In this post, there is a video of what the character will look like in the series. I have also attached a single page from a random episode script from the show. The highlighted lines are what the character will say. There will also be non verbal lines highlighted, this is meant to be voiced kind of like an anime, where every movement usually has sounds. Typically, how would you make a sound if you did any of the following, head turn, turns around, surprised gasp, sighs, etc. Since this a paid gig, I am expecting a professional voice audition & if hired, continued professional audio. This means minimum to no background noise. The audio needs to be crisp."
Roles
Chloe Moody (Voiceover): Female, 18-35WORK FROM HOME29. Voice type: English/United Kingdom accent, polite, doesn't get mad often but when she does, she loses it, anxious, low self esteem, hopeful. Chloe Moody used to be a psychiatrist, but after the death of her soon to be husband, she spiraled into insanity. She met someone later on in life named Tom Rains, who looked exactly like her dead boyfriend. She became obsessed with him & tried to get with him, which sunk her further into a deep depression. She finally hit rock bottom, which causes her to seek out help from the very people she used to serve. Chloe meets a psychiatrist named Jennifer, who is able to help herself almost fully recover. Chloe eventually accidently runs back into Tom, which triggers Chloe to try one last time. After a final rejection, Chloe comes to the realization that she is not redeemable & decides to take her own life in front of Tom. Chloe's death, triggers a massive event for Tom Rains, which has massive ramifications for the series. Chloe is a major character and will appear in a couple episodes.Languages:
English
Accents:
British
Australian
Voice Styles:
Soft
Softspoken
Crazy
Compassionate
Sad
Angry
Required Media: Voice Reel
Dark Daryl (Voiceover): Male, 18-40WORK FROM HOME
32, voice type: Very dark presence, evil. sadistic, look at examples like Yami Marik from the Original Yu-Gi-Oh - www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xaa_ycud6o, manic, darkness. Dark Daryl is the darkness of his original persona, Daryl. Daryl accidentally acquired a powerful technology known as an imperium. This caused Daryl to lose himself to it at some point & was taken over by an alternate personality named, The Professor, which caused tons of damage. When Daryl came back to his senses, the damage had been done & others abandoned him, which caused him to grow angry at something that he didn't consciously do. Daryl once again loses himself to the imperium, which turns into Dark Daryl, a representation of all the anger & hatred he endured over the course of his past uncontrollable actions. Dark Daryl is very aggressive, sadistic & wants to destroy the people who wronged him in the past. Eventually, he comes face to face with Daryl & fights to stay as the one who remains in control, even if that means killing Daryl & anyone who gets in his way. Dark Daryl is a character who appears in the second half of the show, & becomes the series main villain. He will appear in many episodes.
Languages:
English
Voice Styles:
Aggressive
Angry
Evil
Commanding
Straightforward
Scary
Dangerous
Intimidating
Demonic
Required Media: Voice Reel
Nikki (Voiceover): Female, 18-35 WORK FROM HOME
25. Voice type: Energetic, passionate, caring, open-minded, loving, positive, independent, fighter. Nikki used to date Tom Rains. She didn't really have much going for her, as she had no ambition at all during that time of her life. After Tom broke up with her, this was quite the shock to Nikki. It caused her to really dive deep within herself & from that moment, she tried to learn more about herself. She discovered a love for storytelling, & so went into journalism. Nikki is now dating Jennifer & they have been together for almost a year. Nikki eventually gets wrapped up in a major conspiracy, which drags many of her friends in with her. She is in for the story of her entire career. Nikki is a major character and will appear in many episodes.
Languages:
English
Voice Styles:
Comforting
Compassionate
Caring
Amusing
Animated
Brave
Heroic
Required Media: Voice Reel
Talent works remotely with professional recording equipment.
Professional Pay: $100 - $300Pays between $100-$300 depending on character.
Nationwide (United States)
Additional Materials
Website: https://www.jkprising.com/
Nikki Audition.pdf - https://d26oc3sg82pgk3.cloudfront.net/files/media/uploads/casting_call/7f95c65b-ab53-43d3-a66b-9e59d1041acb.pdf
Dark Daryl Audition.pdf - https://d26oc3sg82pgk3.cloudfront.net/files/media/uploads/casting_call/00cfdf46-84c1-4da6-9dee-91c7bcdeed3d.pdf
Chloe Moody Audition.pdf https://d26oc3sg82pgk3.cloudfront.net/files/media/uploads/casting_call/186cbe9e-9c7e-4ce5-bcbe-2407a9dec00b.pdf
#voiceover casting calls#work from home voice over work#music wanted online#jobs for musicians#remote jobs for musicians#music writer jobs#gigs for recovering addicts
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Loki's Witchlings
TITLE: Loki’s Witchlings (Loki and the Witchling part 2)
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 31/?
AUTHOR: nekoamamori
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team
RATING: T (so far)
NOTES/WARNINGS: This is a direct sequel to Loki and the Witchling. Also on AO3 click here
“We have been back on Midgard for less than an hour and we’re already called on a mission,” Loki grumbled as you headed up to the jet together.
“And we’ve acquired two more problems on top of that,” you reminded him. He looked down at you with his eyebrow raised. You smiled at the familiar look on his face. You knew him so well after all your years together. It was so easy to be around him. He had been defensive when you’d first met, but he’d let you in because of your magic, because of who you were, he’d lowered his defenses and let you in.
You thanked all the gods every day for that. You didn’t know what your life would have been without him. You never would have found out who you truly were, you wouldn’t be a princess of Asgard, and wouldn’t have your twins.
You owed everything to the fateful day when Loki moved into the tower. No, from the day Thor rescued you from your abusive foster parents and brought you to the tower. Brought you home to live with your found family.
“What problems are those, witchling?” Loki asked. You couldn’t help noticing that he looked hot as Hel in his armor, his golden horned helm, and of course, his daggers and magic ready.
Maybe you would do something about how hot he was after the mission.
It seemed that you were finally getting some of your libido back after the pregnancy, if you were noticing how hot your husband was again. Frigga’s post pregnancy healing spells and the spells to return your body to its pre-pregnancy form were fantastic and you would have to thank her for those spells. They were a lifesaver.
Else you might still be bedridden.
Especially from the part where you’d died.
“Scratch that, three problems, but one of them we already had,” you mused aloud as you rode up the elevator with Loki. He stayed silent so you would continue, so you did. “One is my wings and what exactly Hela wants from me,” you reminded him. He inclined his head, so you kept going. “Two is your scepter and how to find it and get it back from Hydra, because it definitely should not be in their hands,” his eyes went wide at the mention of the scepter and they started to turn that unnatural blue of the mind controlled. You took his hand and sparked your magic, clearing those thoughts from his mind. “Loki? Are you with me, love?” You asked him gently. He had been under the control of the mind stone for a long time, through torture at Thanos’ hands. He had been broken from the mind control when the Hulk smashed him into the floor of the tower, but there were still these rare moments where that unnatural blue came back to his eyes, where the trauma opened him up again. You always pulled him back to himself, his anchor in the real world.
“I’m here, Sig. Thanks to you, my love,” he reassured you and lifted your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles. He always got more formal when he was on edge and this was no exception.
His eyes were back to their usual green, so you nodded, accepting his word. You’d have to figure out a way to protect him when you got to the quest of hunting for his scepter. He needed to be able to talk about it without opening himself up to its influence.
But that was a problem for another time.
“The third problem is Narvi’s obsession with Pepper’s baby,” you explained.
Loki nodded and sighed. “Thank the Norns we don’t have to deal with that one immediately. I’m not sure what he’s up to, but it doesn’t seem harmful,”
You nodded your agreement and squeezed his hand. “We’ll keep an eye on it,” you agreed. You’d correct it if Narvi’s behavior became an issue, but for now, he was just curious and interested. You wouldn’t fault him for that.
“Are you sure you will be alright fighting, darling?” Loki asked you gently. He didn’t want to question your skills, but he also was worried. You saw that worry in his eyes, and it wasn’t just born of the memories of the control of the scepter. “I know you are perfectly capable and a brilliant warrior, but you did die rather recently and you have two wonderfully lovely new appendages…” Loki said worriedly, looking at your wings. You noticed the look in his eyes. While he was nervous about you going into battle and being injured, he also appreciated your form as a woman.
And, most especially, your wings.
He and Thor always had been obsessed with valkyrie.
Apparently, you were going to find out exactly how obsessed in the near future. That sounded like such fun.
Your expression turned serious at you looked up into his eyes. “I know you’re worried, Loki,” you told him gently. “But as you said, I am a fully trained warrior both in physical combat and magical combat. I’m also a fully trained healer. I’m not going to sit on the sidelines when I can help, but I will promise that I will be smart and I will stay by your side if it makes you feel better,”
Loki considered your words and leaned in to kiss your forehead. “Alright, darling,” he relented. “But please be careful. I can’t stand the thought of seeing you hurt again…” he trailed off and you knew he didn’t mean hurt, but meant dying in his arms. You saw the haunted look in his eyes. He definitely couldn’t handle that again. You didn’t blame him, nor would you negate his feelings.
“I know. We’ll be alright. Together,” you told him and leaned up to kiss him. His lips were cool against yours as usual and you felt him relax with that gentle contact.
“Can’t you two stop being adorable and couple-y for five minutes?” Stark asked when the elevator doors opened.
There was only one reaction that was appropriate in that situation. You and Loki both raised your hands to flip him off in the same movement.
Some things around the tower really never changed.
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Sozin’s Comet’s Deus Ex Machina (and ways to fix them)
I’m sure that most of us AtLA fans can agree that the four part Finale was one of the best moments in animation history, with astoundingly well choreographed fight scenes, fantastic emotional beats, gorgeous animation, and frankly breath-taking music. However, I’m also sure I’m not the only one who was frustrated by one aspect of it in particular, the one blot on an otherwise perfect finale: what I like to call the “lion-turtle and pointy rock” ex machina.
The saddest part is that there was very little they had to change to get to a satisfactory, ties-everything-together ending. For example, take Energy-bending and the Lion-turtle. I saw a post a while ago where they suggested that energybending could’ve been related to what Aang learned from the swamp and the Guru, and it just makes SO much sense (Note: I saw the post months ago and I can’t find it anymore, so if anyone knows who first posted that theory please let me know so that I can give credit where credit’s due). After all, Aang seemed to use the energy of the swamp to sense where Appa and Momo were, and later, during Appa’s Lost Days, Guru Pathik says this:
Meaning he, a non-bender, is capable of reading the energy of others, and of locating people bonded to them from miles away. Let’s not forget that he had also previously sensed everything Appa had gone through with the same ability. Sounds like a really useful skill, wouldn’t you say?
Also, looking at both “sensing” occurrences, they look remarkably similar, so we can be reasonably sure that they’re both employing the same method.
It would’ve been so easy to have Aang take a moment to ask how Guru Pathik met Appa. After all, as far as the Gaang knew, Appa was taken by merchants to be sold in Ba Sing Se, so he shouldn’t have had a chance to meet anyone at the Eastern Air Temple. Did the merchants pass through the temple on the way to Ba Sing Se? Did the Guru try to set Appa free? Pathik would then have to explain how Appa had already escaped on his own, and he helped him find Aang by reading his energy. Aang could then ask the Guru to teach him this ability so that if they ever get separated again he’d be able to find and help Appa easily. Boom - energybending basics acquired.
A highly spiritual person like Aang would no doubt have little problems mastering the sensing ability, especially since he’s used a limited version of it before at the Swamp. Also, if we think about how much the spiritual mentors in the show have tried to drill it into Aang that all things are connected,
we can assume that after mastering everything Guru Pathik could do he would eventually be able to sense even people vaguely connected to him from far away. Being the Avatar, the bridge between the spiritual and physical worlds, would almost certainly also help him master energysensing abilities no other had before.
Maybe they could’ve added a few 30 second scenes here and there of Aang meditating to hone his energysensing skills. Also, during the whole Boiling Rock debacle, imagine how great it would’ve been if Sokka had asked Aang about his dad and, after pressing his hand to Sokka’s forehead and following his bond to his father, Aang was able to tell him that his dad was alive and well, and that he was somewhere in the direction they’d come from, though at that point he wouldn’t be able to pinpoint his exact location.
“I’m sorry Sokka... I can’t tell exactly where he is yet... I know that’s not really helpful...”
“No, knowing he’s alright is plenty. Thanks, buddy”
After Sokka and Zuko rescue Hakoda, I could picture Aang practicing harder than ever until he could use Hakoda’s bond to Bato and the others to locate them in a prison in Caldera City (which would’ve made rescue before ending the war difficult to say the least, and would explain how they were all there for Zuko’s coronation so fast)
Later, during Aang’s trip to the mysterious island, it would’ve been so cool if, instead of handing him the ability, the lion-turtle just told him this:
... and maybe showed him visions of his energysensing training when he did the forehead-touch thing. Then, during the battle with Ozai, maybe after redirecting the lightning away from Ozai Aang could think to himself “I can’t... he may be a monster, but he’s still my friend’s father!”. Then, he suddenly realizes that just like with his friends and family, Aang has a connection with Ozai too, and that if sensing someone’s energy happens by putting a bit of his energy into them, maybe he can use the same route to take some of Ozai’s energy away from him.
Imagine how amazing it would’ve been if they’d added those little snippets of Aang’s energybending training all throughout book 3, without giving it that name, and then Aang used what he’d learned from Guru Pathik and Huu and what he’d taught himself to rediscover a technique that hadn’t been used in millenia all by himself! (well, with a little “nudge in the right direction” from lionturtle-sensei) We were SO close, all the building blocks were there but... *sigh* we ended up still so far.
Continued with solving “pointy-rock-ex-machina” under the cut
In Book 2, we’re told that to master the Avatar State Aang has to “let go of his attachments”, but that plot point is dropped completely and all he has to do is get hit in his lightning scar and BAM! Avatar State unlocked, no letting go required! 😒
He was still just as attached to Katara as he was during Book 2, if not more so. So, in the interest of trying to figure out how to tie up as many loose ends as possible, we could try to hit two birds with one stone by fixing another thing at the same time that wasn’t addressed either.
We could start with a conversation between Aang and Katara where he apologizes for kissing her when she clearly didn’t want him to at some point during Sozin’s Comet Part 1 - The Phoenix King.
“I accept your apology Aang” Katara’d say, “but from now on make sure to respect people’s boundaries, Ok? Especially girls’ boundaries :) We can talk about this more after everything’s over”
At this point, maybe Aang could be left to think and reflect on his relationship with Katara, on his attachment to her, and on how he’d started thinking about her as “his” almost without any input from her.
Maybe Aang could begin to really understand what Guru Pathik was trying to teach him when he said “you must let go”, and the difference between love and unhealthy attachment to people.
He’d therefore be going into the fight with Ozai with that fresh on his mind.
Then, as the battle raged and he grew increasingly desperate, maybe he’d try a few times to force himself into the Avatar State only to fail miserably.
At this moment
when he’s been overpowered and cornered (and also has a little bit of “downtime” to think), he could start desperately trying to figure out a way to enter the Avatar State, and wondering why he can’t do it. Katara’s been healing him every day! The scar doesn’t even hurt anymore! Why doesn’t it work???
Then, he'd realize that it doesn’t really make sense for a lightning strike to lock his 7th Chakra, since according to what Guru Pathik taught him chakras are locked or unlocked through changes in emotional and spiritual state, not physical.
(Note: this is also backed up by what little I know of irl chakras and activating Kundalini in the Yoga school of Hindu philosophy. If anyone knows more about it please feel free to add to this or correct me. I’d love to learn how the concept of chakras in Avatar contrasts with its real life counterpart 😊)
Also, if the lightning had messed with the Avatar State some other way, like by blocking his chi for example, he shouldn’t be able to bend properly either.
So what could’ve caused his problem with the Avatar State?
Of course! After Katara saved him, Aang became even more focused on gaining her love, and grew even more attached to her than he’d been before! Of course he can’t enter the Avatar State!
Now, I’m a Zutara shipper all the way, and this would work much better if that had been canon, but this could work even with a Kataang endgame since, as I said before, Aang kind of become obsessed with the idea of making Katara “his” no matter what, a clear earthly attachment, instead of loving her unselfishly and letting her love him in her way:
Notice that he said “we kissed” even though he kissed her, and then “I thought we were gonna be together”, an assumption he made without asking her anything once. Same as in this scene:
Mastering the Avatar State doesn’t mean not loving anyone romantically, as we can clearly see through Avatar Roku’s example (also the “if you want power abandon your loved ones” message is stupid and I don’t like it at all. This would be better imo)
Even during the process for unlocking the chakras, the Fourth Chakra tells us that finding love isn’t contrary to spirituality, and can even be a source of spiritual strength. However, I’ve always thought it was a bit strange that the “new love” Aang found to fill the hole left by the deaths of his people was.... just Katara
Because what Aang lost was essentially all of his family and friends right? So wouldn’t it have made more sense for Aang to envision Sokka, Toph, Appa and Momo as well? You know, his old family vs. his new family?
I didn’t fully understand what exactly was wrong with it until I read some of tumblr user marsreds’ metas on the matter, and I have to agree with them that it seems Aang was sort of focusing on his love for Katara so much partially as a way to cope with the loss of his people. To keep it out of mind. That’s not how you build a wholesome romantic relationship, and it doesn’t seem like the best way to deal with grief either. No wonder his Seventh Chakra was blocked.
I would’ve loved to see Aang realize at the moment of truth that in order to access the Avatar State he simply had to let Katara go enough so that he could love her selflessly, so that her wants and needs, and the needs of the world, could come first. He needed to become able to accept her answer, whatever it was, when she gave it. He needed to come to understand that his happiness wasn’t completely (or even mostly) dependent on getting into a relationship with Katara. He had a family he’d found all on his own, made up of friends who adored him and who would’ve given their lives for him if necessary. He was not alone in the world any more. Even if she told him no, he would in all likelihood find new love and be happy.
(in fact we have proof and there’s a perfect candidate right there in the Fire Nation but I digress)
The rest of the finale could’ve played out exactly the same as canon, and in the end Aang would’ve had a better understanding of himself and some inner peace. They could’ve also given us an inkling that Aang would later get to mourn over the deaths of his people properly, surrounded by his loved ones (maybe, ideally, in a hypothetical Book 4-AIR?. God, I wish)
I’ve seen some posts about Aang letting go of his attachment to the Air Nomad’s teachings instead (with maybe that very decision to put the needs of the world above his own being what unlocks his Seventh Chakra), and those are magnificent ideas as well, but I myself would’ve preferred if it went this way because I think there’s something beautifully poetic and satisfying about Aang staying true to himself, finding an alternate solution to violence that would still protect the world, and using the wisdom of His People to put an end to the very war that caused their destruction, while simultaneously giving the worst possible punishment to a man as power-hungry as Ozai
...and leaving him the same way he’s left many of the Fire Nation’s victims in the past: trapped, powerless and forgotten.
I also feel like this ties up all the loose ends better, since it was his attachment to Katara specifically which stopped him from mastering the Avatar State in the first place. And, Kataang endgame or not, it would’ve sent a wonderful message about building and maintaining healthy relationships, perfect for the show’s target audience of preteen and teenage kids.
Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk
#atla#sozin's comet#Avatar The Last Airbender#thyf rambles#atla meta#aang#katara#meta#my drabbles#kinda
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There are approximately a million serial killers on Riverdale (plus or minus a few), but thus far, only one of these serial killers is responsible for putting Betty Cooper in a hole. That's the Trash Bag Killer, aka TBK, and he is bad, bad news. Like, murdered multiple women, hacked off their limbs, and put their body parts in individual trash bags, bad news. When Betty tried to arrest him, he kidnapped and almost killed her — leading to awful PTSD and terrible nightmares. The worst of it all? Right now, we have absolutely no clue as to who the Trash Bag Killer is on Riverdale.At the moment, Betty is a bit tied up with a different (so we think) murderer: The person kidnapping and killing women off the Lonely Highway. Betty is convinced that Polly, her older sister, is one of his victims, though, thus far, there's only blood — and no body — to prove that Polly is dead. Either way, Betty is going to find out who is killing women in Riverdale, even if that means pressing pause on her Trash Bag Killer investigation and letting her pseudo boyfriend Glen take over TBK.Is it possible that the Lonely Highway Killer is the Trash Bag Killer? Totally, and I wouldn't put it past Riverdale to connect these two stories in one huge trauma-inducing season for Betty. However, right now, we don't know what, if any, connection these killers have. Until Riverdale gives us a few more clues, here's the suspect list for TBK thus far — including a few wild theories from our Clubhouse conversation with the Riverdale After Dark podcast.The Kinda
Obvious One: Glen I'll say it again: Glen is just Diet Charles. Betty's serial killer brother was also an FBI agent, also a blonde dude in his 20s, and also suspicious from the jump.We haven't seen a ton of Glen, but when we do, it's so he can tell Betty something new about whatever serial killer she's currently obsessed with. Yet because Glen is the one delivering the information to Betty — not unlike Charles, who always worked side-by-side with Betty on investigations despite secretly being a serial killer himself — Glen has total control over what Betty knows, and doesn't know.Is it possible that Glen is hiding info about TBK that would implicate him? Totally. Is it also possible that he's weirdly obsessed with Betty, the FBI agent who already had a ton of solved crimes on her resume before she joined the team? Absolutely, yes! And most importantly: If Glen isn't shady, well, why is he here?
The Blast From The Past: Chic Look, as far we know, Chic — aka the guy who pretended to be Charles, Betty's real brother — is still in prison. However, during The Dipp's joint Clubhouse with the Riverdale After Dark podcast, co-host Pete LePage reminded all of us that technically, Chic is just enough of a wild card to be considered a viable suspect. And honestly, I'm ready to have that conversation!For one thing, Chic would be so obsessed with Betty (his faux sister) to try and get her attention by murdering people. He also knows how to get rid of a body, considering he basically made the Cooper family accomplices in the death of "The Shady Man" during season 2. While it seems like Charles is also in jail too, I wouldn't be surprised if Chic was able to bust out of prison with resources his FBI boyfriend acquired during his time working for the government, be it a shady contact or legal loophole. I'm just saying — it could be Chic!
The Unlikely (But Imagine If They Went There!) Option: Jughead OK, but hear me out. This idea was brought up during The Dipp's Clubhouse event, in which Alex Zalben talked about an idea someone threw out on their Patreon's Slack channel."I don't want to take credit for it, but I love the idea that maybe it's Jughead and when he's blacking out, and he's becoming the Trash Bag Killer," Alex explained. "I don't think that's true, but I think it's a very funny, if dark theory."Well... what if it is true? We know that Jughead lost "a lot of time" during his drinking days in New York, and it's heavily implied that he has some trauma he's still reeling from that he simply cannot remember. While we don't know what this is yet, could this "missing time" and "trauma" all add up to Jughead secretly being a serial killer?!?Look, probably not. But we know that Jughead was pretty pissed at Betty, who, once again, cheated on him with his best friend during their senior year of high school. We know that he said something to her via voicemail that was so harsh, they never really spoke until they both showed up in Riverdale. Could Jughead's subconscious have turned him into a murderer, all as a way to exact revenge on new FBI agent Betty? It would be an insane twist.I highly doubt the show would go there — and as someone secretly hoping that Betty and Jughead end up together down the line, I'm not exactly itching for the show to detonate Jughead's character like that, just for a jaw-dropping twist. However, I do think it's possible for Jughead to believe, at least momentarily, that he is capable of being the Trash Bag Killer — and hey, maybe he's involved in the crimes in some non-murder-y way that he simply can't remember.
The Let Down: It's No One We Know Shockingly, not all serial killers can live in Riverdale — even on Riverdale. We know that TBK killed women all over the country, and it's quite possible that the serial killer solely exists so that Betty feels extra guilty and determined to track down Polly's potential killer: In her mind, she already let women die because she couldn't solve the TBK case.Still, that doesn't mean we won't ever meet TBK, or that his presence won't become known in some way on Riverdale."I don't think it's anybody secretly," Alex shared with The Dipp. "I think it's just this external thing, not connected to the Lonely Highway, not connected to the Mothman, but is this pressure on Betty from the outside that eventually he is going to work his way back to Riverdale. It's going to come in at the most inopportune moment and really mess things up. But otherwise, [I think] this is an unrelated mystery that's propelling Betty and putting stress on her throughout the season."This makes a lot of sense, actually. Maybe TBK will show up, whether physically or just in terms of the story, just as Betty is finally tying up all her other cases. Still, not as much fun as the Jughead of it all, right?
Umm.....how is Jughead, the show's actual hero, being the killer, "fun", exactly? Also, naturally, they got that theory from Mr. 58 Seconds, who is also a fucking moron....Again, a shit ton that fully disproves this. If anything, I'd more buy BETTY, in that case. Still not getting their desperate obsession with making Jughead shady.
They even admit, Chic's in prison....what I think is hilarious, if they gonna go with somebody younger (even tho we now know it's been happening for decades, but it's maybe a copycat----Glenn)....why not assign it to Gossip Ghey....or, LBR, Molars?
He's an actual trucker, is gone a lot, etc....and would be way more interesting than any of these...
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i’m probably truly never get back to crashing tide
Taijutsu sucks. I want to die. Everything can eat my ass.
Moving from the Land of Song’s Sun Crane Style into the far more frenetic Moon-Walking Water one favoured by Lightning proved that I was a goddamn hack who should have kept up her yoga classes. Yes, the sharingan had made learning it easy but fuck if it wasn’t hard on the joints. The recall and fluidity of the motions was only as good as my personal understanding and flexibility. I was about 50-50 on both and positively dying.
Not that the kid cared. “When can I learn those?”
“Thirteen.” I dropped low to stretch out my hip and then returned to practicing forcing chakra the opposite direction of my movements. It was sticky and sluggish but there was no way to get better other than to just keep going. “You can learn the lighter forms the hard way but until you start puberty the muscle mass necessary won’t be there.”
“I thought you didn’t fight.”
I did fight. Very close range or very long. I was a sitting duck otherwise. Dropping into a slightly messy Pigeon Pose I waved him forward. “You’re never going to have as much muscle mass as the Inuzuka or the Hyuuga. It may not seem like it but they build ‘em big. Just be glad you won’t have to fist fight a Senju.” Oh wait. He might have to fist fight a Senju. “And if you do, play dirty because they’re all muscle.”
“The Senju are dead.”
“The Senju have taken a long sabbatical from being decent contributing members of society. Follow me.” I stretched. Welcomed the sun. Threw in some warriors. Then went into the opening moves of Fire Over Air. In the manga learning the Great Fireball technique conveyed adulthood. In this splinter reality I learned that the Uchiha had spent six centuries or so developing specific fighting styles to fight every alignment. Mastering the opening sequences of those made you an adult. It made sense given what out bloodline could do and if it was complete it would go some way to explaining Itachi’s complete OP-ness. Fire Over Air I did every day because it forced me to use an element I was great at to control one I was abysmal with.
Sasuke followed my physical position to a t. Legs in Warrior pose, hands switching between Bird and Tiger. The trick was to feel the moment where one nature became another and to force the power down smothering the emerging chakra. This was stop one of oh, about a thousand.
I could feel the switch-dampen-switch happen between my hands. The tiny release of it was easy to control and not uncomfortable. Sasuke followed. I could almost feel his frustration with it.
“Fire Over Air is one of the harder forms. We’ll try Fire Over Water in a second.”
“Fire Over what?”
“This form. It’s one of the Four Pillars of Suppression. Fire Over Air. Fire Over Water. Fire Over Earth. Fire Over Lightning. You start here with the basic release signs so you can learn how fire affects every release and over time you add steps. At the end you’re supposed to be like Uchiha Masaru, able to stop any technique with his will and a hand.” It also made using acquired jutsu easier.
“Why are we standing like this.”
“Stand up straight and try again.”
He did. The second he went from Bird to Tiger a gust of air spun up and blasted his hands apart. “Why?”
“Grounding.” I changed my feet and dropped weight into them. “This position is used a lot in Earth and Air techniques -the really old school kind that’s more like dancing than brawling. The part of you that is Earth aligned automatically grounds the rest of you and disperses volatile energy.”
He frowned at his stinging hands. “I don’t have an Earth alignment.”
“Yeah you do.” I peacefully moved to Half Moon to do the fourth sequence of Fire Over Lightning. “Chakra exists as the physical manifestation of our spirit in space. It doesn’t follow logic very well. Hashirama, unhelpful genius that he sometimes was, invented a universal hand sign language that we use in Konoha. It gets rid of a lot of the hassle in remembering foot positions.” Move to Fire Over Earth in Crescent pose. “Before that there were variations in how each Clan and people performed any given jutsu. Our ancestors probably started this style to try and understand it.” Fire Over Water was a pain to transition to. All of it’s lower body movements were fierce and space consuming. I flowed down into one of it’s ending poses, a simple cross legged seat.
“I don’t know any of this.”
He wouldn’t. “I got stationed with older kin a lot during the war. We traded secrets.” My mother taught me Fire over Lightning but it was the only one she ever learnt all the way through. I had the basic sets of all of them but like her I only learnt Fire Over Water all the way to the end.
“So you’re going to teach me.”
“The basics. Most everyone only learnt the one.”
“I need to know all of them.”
I backtracked over the conversation, found the flaw and chastised myself. “It isn’t exactly like Great Uncle Masaru’s technique. For one he had Fuu Dog summons and god knows that scroll has been lost for awhile. It’s not a one shot.”
“Teach me.” He screwed up his little hand. “I need to know.”
Well. This is on me, then. “Fine. I can teach you the first five sequences of all of them and twenty four of Fire Over Lightning. I know all forty four of Fire Over Water but I will not show you more than the twenty ninth without the sharingan.”
He blanched.
“Kid,” I said laughing. “We’ve had six hundred years to obsess. Cousin Sho needed about twenty days to let his thing for a Akimichi girl get all of us banned for life.”
A slash of white. A small grin. “That was funny.”
That was last year, I recalled. “Yeah. It was. If you’re betting on your brother knowing it, yeah, he probably does. It’s useful and we’re obsessive. If you think-”
“I just wanna know.” He replied in a much shyer, smaller voice.
I replayed the conversation again.
“Okay.” Considering it through the prism of six hundred unbroken years of family. “Okay. But if I decide not to show you something it’s a medical decision. We’ve defanged a lot of these but they’re primarily analysis positions for fully trained shinobi with the sharingan. They’re combative, like you saw with the first move. You only work with higher levels of less stable energy as we go.”
Not that he’d ever know it but one of the main reasons, after the police and the eye stealing and the whole blood feud, that the Uchiha hated Tobirama was that he’d rendered large parts of the Pillar style obsolete by just mashing together new techniques faster than we could account for them. And then there was the Uzumaki clan throwing in some seals to just really fuck it all up. Certain strains of the sharingan -Madara’s, Itachi’s, Sasuke’s- had a hard on for sealing jutsu. Other’s -me, everyone else- got a horrible sense of vertigo if we tried to copy Uzumaki seals.
#truly sad mariko never gets to knife itachi#snippet#she would have taken his eyes#WE WERE TECHNICALLY ENGAGED
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The OTHER Members of Eve’s Coven
Me and @lilmissrantsypants couldn’t fit all the coven in as cameos in chapter 3, so here’s a rundown on the members who didn’t make an appearance. I added some of the stuff that inspired us into making the characters, My wife just went crazy with descriptions for her characters.
Aleister & Tantomile Deering: A pair of twins who were orphaned during WWII. They had to scrape by to survive, with Tantomile whoring herself out for drug money. They were turned when Aleister begged for help as his sister was overdosing. They were plagued by psychic visions as mortals, their powers awakening fully when they were turned. They are practically inseperable nowadays.
Power: Aleister and Tantomile have innate psychic abilities, activated by touching someone. Tantomile can see into a person’s past, while Aleister can see multiple outcomes the future could hold and then latch on to the most likely scenario. Their vampiric power is a twin link that allows them to experience the emotions the other one does, as well as keep them connected.
Inspiration: The psychic cat twins Tantomile and Coripocat from Cats
My wife came up with the basic concept and we workshopped them together from there; it’s a joint effort. She does Tantomile, I do Aleister.
Bartholomew Comstock: An overly aggressive puritan who was despised by his fellow townsfolk, he was banished from his New England home and forced to start a farm on his own. He nearly perished in the winter before Eve turned him. His hatred at being a disgusting, demonic creature such as a vampire is only ameliorated by his knowledge that Eve, having once been the angel Samael, ‘confirms’ his beliefs and allows him to eternally punish those he views as sinners.
Power: He believes his power gives him great strength against sinners, allowing him to inflict pain upon those who have done foul deeds. In truth, it is actually his own sins that give him strength, though his power does weaken as he exerts himself or runs low on blood (he cannot become unstoppably powerful).
Inspiration: The dad from The VVitch
Beatrix Cullen: Beatrix Cullen was a happy woman once, a skilled seamstress in the 1950s who simply loved the act of creation. She had an adoring boyfriend, and the two were set to be married, with Beatrix making a gorgeous wedding dress for her special day. But on that day, her groom never arrived, as he had been killed in a car accident on the way. Stricken by grief, Beatrix was easily convinced by Eve to join her coven, with the promise that perhaps her power could help her bring her husband back some day...
Power: Beatrix can imbue any object such as a sculpture or statue with life, essentially making golems without a magic scroll. Her most trusted golem is her mannequin, Manny, who often tries to steal her wedding dress. Her ultimate goal is to use her natural skills and her power to bring her husband back to life, stitching a Frankenstein monster of him and pieces of sleazy men who hit on her into a perfect flesh golem.
Inspirations: The bride from the Haunted Mansion, Kill Bill, Frankenstein, that one Tumblr post about 50s housewives fighting zombies with chainsaws, La Pascualita, Pegasus from Yu-Gi-Oh
Blanche Atterton: Daughter of Lady Drusilla Atterton, she grew up wanting nothing more than her mother’s love, though her mother was often far too preoccupied with “other things” (which she later learned was all of her plotting and planning to ensure her riches).When given the choice for vampirism, she excitedly vowed her loyalty to her mother and Eve. As she was only 15 at the time and children would not survive the turning, her mother waited until she turned 21 before turning her.Blanche does everything for her mother’s attention and love. She doesn’t hesitate to do her bidding in hopes of her mother praising her for it. She’s misguided, not evil, though her mother’s praise has given her a superiority complex and she’s a bit of a narcissist.
Power: Blanche’s power gives her a powerful, painful scream. Those within 5 feet of her screaming will suffer from temporary deafness for 5 minutes. Whether they fall deaf or not, bleeding from the ears is very common, especially among mortals.
Inspiration: Drizella from Cinerella
Dee Comporre: Giorgio Nero’s faithful, somewhat obsessed bodyguard. She quite obviously has a crush on him due to her hatred of any woman who so much as interacts with Giorgio, though Giorgio just sees her as being a bit overprotective. She has a shaved head, and paints her face to look like a skull.
Power: She can secrete and spit a powerful corrosive acid that can melt through even metal.
Inspirations: D’Compose from InHumanoids
Dorian Ferris: A serial killer known as “The Ferryman,” who always leaves coins over his victim’s eyes. As a mortal, he had far too many close calls, and was nearly caught several times, particularly during a bout in a town back in 1999. He tends to target wicked people such as domestic abusers, rapists, crooked cops, and so on, sending them down the River Styx ahead of time to make the world a better place. He willingly joined the coven to escape punishment. More than anything, he just wishes to live a quiet, peaceful life.
Power: Has luck manipulation, which can allow him to do everything from dodge attacks by near misses or turn his surroundings into a Final Destination movie for opponents. He tends to activate a particular mode based on the whims of a coin toss.
Inspirations: Jinx from Teen Titans, Final Destinatiin, Two-Face, Yoshikage Kira
Elizabeth Bathory: The Blood Countess herself. After evading death in the 1600s thanks to Eve, she became a loyal follower of the demon, and was recruited into the Order of the 1800s. Dracula and Rasputin managed to defeat her and supposedly kill her, but Bathory is notoriously hard to slay. True to her infamous reputation, she tends to “Feed” by bathing in the blood of her victims.
Power:Bathing in blood gives her an insane power boost; the longer she soaks, the stronger she gets. She can also absorb blood through her skin, though she can’t absorb the blood of supernatural beings this way.
Elvis Rey: Growing up near the border, Elvis always wanted to be like his hero, Elvis PResley. He obsessively watched the man’s performances and learned his every move. When the man died, he vowed he was going to become the greatest Elvis impersonator that ever lived. The 80s weren’t too kind to him, and drinking, gambling, and overeating left him looking like chubby later-years Elvis. With debt collectors crawling down his neck, he turned to Eve, and became a powerful vampire.
Power: He is capable of replicating any non-supernatural ability he sees. For example, if he watched a martial arts movie, he would be able to pull off those moves. Think the comic book character Taskmaster.
Inspirations: Elvis (Presley), Elvis (God Hand)
Giorgio Nero: Giorgio Nero was a member of Cosa Nostra who attempted to retire from this life due to his wife and child. However, his past would eventually catch up with him, and his child was nearly killed, which lead to Giorgio accepting an offer he had once rejected, but now couldn’t refuse: vampirism and joining with Eve’s coven. Despite everything, he is an honorable man who dearly loved his wife and adores and accepts his child.
Power: You know Magneto? Like from X-Men? Imagine that but instead of a Holocaust survivor it’s an Italian guy. Boom.
Inspirations: Magneto, Risotto Nero from Vento Aureo, Metlar from InHumanoids
James Wilson: James was born in 1812 as a slave. When he was 8, he was gifted to the man one of his master’s daughters married, along with 13 other slaves. As his former master’s name was Wilson, he took that as his surname. He worked as a stablehand until he became a farmer at age 12. After a rather brutal beating when he accidentally dropped a bag of freshly picked potatoes at age 25, James encountered Eve. She promised to help free him. She turned him into a vampire (1837). He lived on the run until the Emancipation Proclamation was issued and went into full effect in 1863. James used to speak in thick, Gullah speech, but over time, it has lessened as he acquired modern language.
Power: James’s power gives him the ability to summon and play with water. He can use it however he wishes: to drown someone, to create a small unnatural pool to swim in, or to cool someone off with a quick sprinkle. This comes from his silent love for water, though he wasn’t ever allowed to swim or play in it.
Inspiration: Splash Mountain
Juno Nero: The child of Giorgio Nero. They tend to wear long black coats, masks, and facial bandages to hide their face and body due to extreme anxiety. They are mute as well, and communicate via sign language. They are nonbinary.
Power: They can stretch their body like rubber (think Elastigirl, Rubber Band Man, Plastic Man, you get the idea).
Inspiration: Tendril from InHumanoids
Lady Drusilla Atterton: Born in 1852 in England as Drusilla Graham to a middle-class family. She grew up idolizing the wealthy and decided she would do whatever it took to become wealthy herself.Met Josiah Kipling, a 28 year old man, when she was 22. He fell madly in love with her. She was overjoyed as he was quite wealthy. They married in 1874 and had two daughters together (Katharine [1875] and Blanche [1877]). However, after 8 years of marriage (1882), Drusilla (now age 30) fell out of love with him and secretly laced his food with rat poison, ultimately killing him. As they had personal chefs, it was deemed to be the fault of the chef, who was arrested and charged with the crime. As his widow, she inherited a share of his wealth.Over the next 10 years (1882-1892), Drusilla married 8 other wealthy men from all over the country, all who mysteriously died less than a year later in what were deemed to be unfortunate accidents.
Donald Thompson, married in 1883, died in a carriage accident.
Maurice Parker, married in 1884, died of a laudanum overdose.
Timothy Edwards, married in 1886, died by drowning
Christopher Watson, married in 1887, died by falling out of a second story window
Nathaniel Harris, married in 1888, died of apparent suicide
Bernard Carter, married in 1890, died of a hunting accident
Percy Clarke, married in 1891, died after being attacked by a burglar
Timothy Atterton, married in 1892, died in bed (cause unknown)
She met Eve in 1892 shortly after marrying Timothy Atterton. Eve had heard of her reputation as the Cursed Widow (but knew full well her husbands’ deaths were her doing). As Eve was extremely weakened, Amon turned her. With Eve’s assistance, she killed her final husband by scaring him to death by introducing him to Eve. Drusilla vowed her loyalty.With the knowledge of how to turn another from Eve (as Amon refused to tell her how), Drusilla offered the gift of vampirism to each of her daughters. Katharine ( refused and cut herself off from her mother, instead choosing to live a full and honest life. Blanche, on the other hand, being so keen to be accepted and loved by her mother vowed her own loyalty to both her mother and Eve. When she turned 21, Drusilla turned her as well (as she was informed that youth would not survive the turning).
Power: Her power allows her to paralyze her target with a simple cold stare for a full 5 minutes.
Inspiration: Lady Tremaine from Cinderella
Lord Gordon Ruthven: A rich, aristocratic vampire who enjoyed luring in and preying on young women. He was part of the Order of the 19th century. He is currently a severed head, as his body was destroyed by the Silverwings.
Power: Can exude a charm aura that makes women more susceptible to his commands and desires, though it only works on women capable of being attracted to him (it would not work on lesbains, for instance).
Mabel Lockhart: A sickly young girl whose father made a deal with Eve to keep her from dying. Her dad is currently missing, and she is unsure if he’s even alive.
Power: She has the ability to absorb energy, such as steam energy, electrical energy, etc and gain boosts and power depending on what type she absorbs. For example, absorbing electrical energy would allow her to to shoot lightning. She can also absorb a person’s energy, but at most she can make them very lethargic and gets little else from absorbing that sort of energy.
Inspiration: Loosely based on the Pokemon Magearna
Maddox Hinton: Maddox was born in 1863 in a small town in England. He doesn’t talk much about his past, but he does boast about how he and his father were valued hypnotists in their small town. He was his father’s apprentice, learning how the art of hypnotism worked, though he wasn’t quite as successful as his father. This was what Eve used to convince him to turn to vampirism. It occurred when he was 25 and preparing to take over the family business.His power helped him convince his customers that they were actually under the effects of hypnotism. His father simply believed that taking over the business helped him tap into his true potential.
He continued this way until Eve demanded his help. He lied to his dad, telling him he was going to travel abroad and spread their business, causing his father to take over the business once again.Maddox served Eve for a few years before she told him she didn’t need his help anymore. It was likely this that irritated him so much that he eventually became loyal to Amon while under the very convincing facade he’s loyal to Eve.
The rest of his past is unknown. All he will often tell people is he traveled all over the world, performing great feats under fake names as “world-renown hypnotists”. Maddox is a wild card. He does things for the fun of it or for his own pleasure, often without any sympathy towards others.
Power: Maddox’s power allows him to take control of another (similarly to Gabby’s). However, he can take control of up to two people at once. Instead of physically puppeteering them, he simply suggests they do something and they do it.
Inspiration: Vex from Lost Girl
Margaret Derwin: Margaret was born in New York City in 1902. She grew up with a love for music, particularly singing. She had dreams of becoming a famous singer.When she was 18, she pursued these dreams. She got a job as a dancer at a speakeasy with hopes of, eventually, being able to become one of their singers in time. It was there that she met Elizabeth, one of the other dancers. They secretly fell in love (which answered Margaret’s confusion about why she wasn’t interested in men). Eventually, they decided to run away to California together. They made plans and prepared for this, but on the day it was to happen, Elizabeth never showed up. Margaret later discovered she had changed her mind and, instead, was going to marry a man she’d met at the speakeasy.Eve found Margaret heartbroken and wandering the streets looking for a new job after quitting at the speakeasy (as it was too difficult to continue working there when Elizabeth was still there). Eve easily wooed her to her side. Though, as Margaret had good intentions, Amon had eventually been able to convince her to assist him instead as he wanted to ensure Eve would stop preying on innocent people like herself.
Power: Margaret’s power involves her voice. Through singing, she can influence one’s emotions depending on her intentions (anger them, seduce them, calm them down, soothe them to sleep).
Nora: Nora’s memories are very faded. She knows she was born to a very poor family in Ireland. She knows she was sold as an indentured servant at age 13 in exchange for her tickets to America, board, and food. She knows she worked for that American family for 7 years. She knows she caught influenza and was promptly fired by the family for fear she’d infect them all. She knows she was near death, wandering the streets alone, when a massive black snake promised to save her. At the time, Nora believed it was just an illusion. She found out the next day, however, that it was not. She’d been saved by the gift of vampirism.Nora lived a long, long time as a homeless woman. She watched as America grew into a country of its own. She preyed on any she could find in order to survive. Eventually, she took residence in an abandoned house on a street. Over time, rumors spread that a ghost lived in the house on Blackwell Street. Her appearance and her power did much to add to this as well, as did the occasional mysterious deaths of those who wandered into the house hoping to catch a glimpse of the ghost.
Power: Nora’s power allows her to become visible or invisible on command. She can only switch from one to the other every 10 minutes. She often uses this to frighten mortals and uphold her identity as the Ghost of Blackwell Street.
Tony Sugar: Tony Sugar is the owner, spokesman, and iconic figure of the Lost Paradise Candy Company. With the help of Amon, he became one of the first successful Black candy makers in America. He’s very flamboyant, campy, and charismatic—essentially a black Willy Wonka. He is pansexual because, in his own words, “everyone deserves a little Sugar.” He is also an avid beekeeper.
Power: He has the power to “mellify” corpses, filling them with a honey-like substance and turning them into zombies.
Inspirations: Tony Todd’s Candyman, Ruby Rhod, the song “Sweet Bod,” the myth of the mellified man
Walter Sherman: Formerly a college professor and devoted family man from the dawn of the 20th century, Walter was a good man known for always thinking forward and being able to accept new changes in the world. However, when a freak accident claimed the life of his wife and child, he couldn’t handle it and attempted suicide before being saved by Amon. He’s mostly in the coven out of loyalty to Amon.
Power: He has the power of adaptability, allowing him to easily adapt to any situation. For example, using lightning against him would make him adapt lightning resistance.
Inspirations: The Carousel of Progress
Wayne Nicol: A formerly friendly clown who was forced to witness unspeakable horrors during WWII. He survived the horrors, but was left fundamentally disturbed by the nightmare he had lived through. He joined the coven hoping to find some sort of safety, but as it turned out, Eve had other plans.
Power: Has the power to control and manipulate a person’s fears to weaponize against them.
Inspirations: Scarecrow (Batman), Pennywise, Freddy Krueger, The Day the Clown Cried
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Whole: Chapter Two
AO3
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Second Fic in the Series
Chapters Finished: 6/6
Ship: Intrulogical
Characters: Logan Sanders, Remus Sanders
TW: yelling? panic attacks
Words: 1,392
Summary: Logan still has some bad associations.
They had, indeed, ended up as friends. Things were different than they originally were, for a while (for example, the flirting had seemed to be confined to their first meeting), but they’d somehow settled into the closet dynamic, more or less. It was odd, Logan realized, having such a nearly romantic relationship be… platonic.
He wasn’t mad about it, though. It was comfortable, talking to him. Nothing was weird when they were hanging out. They talked freely about intestines, the deep sea, the weirdest things you could find on the internet, art, sometimes, the best forms of explosions, the most efficient ways of murder… anything. Yet it was all still mixed in with something neither of them could quite understand.
Neither of them were quite sure what their relationship was.
But Remus had been able to pull Logan out of his shell. He still restrained himself from talking above a medium volume, but no one he knew really expected any different.
And one of the things that they discovered they loved was arguing.
Not in an aggressive way, but rather in a debate fashion, but less structured. They loved arguing about all the things you could do with science, even the ethics of it, sometimes. And a few times they’d started arguing about more trivial topics, such as ‘is slime completely gross or can it be helpful sometimes?’ They’d eventually decided, with Remus’s obsession with it, that despite it being a weird trend at one point, it can be used for… interesting pranks. He felt more alive when he was around Remus, more complete.
“Excuse me, Logan, but that ‘weird internet slang’ is incredibly useful for saying stuff in different ways, especially when normal words would be too serious for a situation.”
Remus sat cross-legged on the floor of Logan’s bedroom as his friend collected his phone and joined him.
“I have to disagree. Is alienating thousands of people ‘useful?’ I can get acronyms, but once they become something completely unrelated to what the acronym says it should be I don’t know what to think. With any of these slang terms, we have to acquire meanings from their most-used contexts, and that simply isn’t efficient when you’re trying to learn new words.”
“What do you do when you look stuff up in a dictionary? It gives you sample sentences.”
“But phrases such as ‘wig,’ and ‘slap,’ they don’t follow the normal rules of what I assume they should be. I still don’t fully understand what they mean, and as you’ve seen with my attempts at using flash cards, the definition and example alone doesn’t always help. You need repeated context, and again, it’s not efficient.”
“You learn it, that’s the point! And I know you’re good at learning, you just need to immerse yourself more.”
“That’s my point, though! Language was created to be understandable by a large group of people, and when you restrict that group to a generation, not everyone has access to information about the language! Not to mention many of the phrases don’t make any sense, especially the... what are they called? VSCO girl ones? They’re just- dumb sometimes! Sure use whatever words you like, but how are you supposed to nearly guess what ‘and I oop’ even means?!”
“‘And I oop’ is an ingenious term!”
“FALSEHOOD!”
He clapped a hand over his mouth, horrified with what he’d just done. He scrunched himself up against the wall, hugging his stomach. He couldn’t breathe anymore. He’d fucked up. He’d managed so long and now he was going to start hurting people again, and Remus of all people. Remus, who cared, who tried to help, he couldn’t lose his best friend. Tears filled his eyes, and he pressed in on them, hoping that would make it go away. But he couldn’t talk, he shouldn’t be able to talk.
And it hurt.
Like it used to.
He wanted to scream so badly, but it was so awful, he’d gotten a taste of letting those feelings free, for a moment, but it wasn’t-
It wasn’t anger. It was joy. He’d spent a moment simply reveling in joy. They were arguing, but grinning at each other, happy just to talk, whether it was debate-like or not.
But it was loud. And it was mean, and it was scary. He’d scared so many people in his life, and now he was scaring Remus, the one person he’d felt comfortable in all those feelings with. The one person he was desperate to love him, and he needed him, someone like him, and he’d driven him away and he was alone again, alone forever, he would never, ever get a boyfriend, or keep his friends, or have anyo-
“Please, Logan, it’s okay, please, you didn’t do anything wrong, just look at me, you’ll be okay.”
Remus’s hand brushed his arm and he flinched away, curling into a little ball on the floor. He wanted to lean back into his arms, to hear that it’s going to be okay in a quiet whisper. But it wasn’t.
“If you don’t want me to touch you, that’s fine. Do you want to do the breathing technique? Logan, please say something.”
He couldn’t manage anything but a whimper, trying to follow along with Remus’s numbers, but he held for too long, he couldn’t breathe-
“Logan, exhale, please, exhale,” he said, probably with concern in his eyes, but Logan’s were shut tight, and he couldn’t breathe, he didn’t know how it was so easy most of the time, it seemed like the most goddamn difficult thing.
“Exhale, I need you to...”
The voice faded out, all that was left was Logan and his mind. His throat, it hurt, it had been so loud, Remus was so loud, he needed it to stop hurting, he needed to be silent, he needed something, he needed someone, he needed Remu-
“LOGAN, BREATHE!”
He could see now, he was crying. His hands were pressed up against his chest, and his breath was still caught. It didn’t help that Remus’s presence made his heart skip a beat, even in the midst of all this. His friend was crying, a miserable expression on his face. He knew he’d hurt him, he tried to breathe but the air refused to go anywhere but in. He felt like he was going to pass out-
“Don’t make me- don’t make me do fucking CPR or something just so you’ll fucking exhale. You need, you need to say something if you won’t- won’t fucking breathe. I need you t- please, you have to breathe.”
“Re-”
“Remus-”
“Remus, Re-”
He said it over and over, again and again until he needed to inhale again. Remus’s eyes filled with bigger tears, and he collapsed into Logan’s chest. Sobs echoed against his body, and he could barely move, beginning to cry himself.
“Lo- what just happened? Did I do something? God, that, you scared me-”
He drew in another sharp breath, pulling away from Remus, trying to escape his grasp. His legs began to fidget again, he needed to hurt himself to stop this. He was awful, scary, miserable, and he hurt people and Remus would never stay, no one wanted to stay-
But Remus held on tight.
He didn’t leave, instead he just held tighter. Logan steadied his breaths for him, just for him, shaking in his arms but grateful, so grateful for the comfort.
“What happened?”
“I- I yelled at you.”
“...Your falsehood?”
He nodded into Remus’s shoulder, the other boy leaning back to look at him.
“You… you weren’t even angry.”
“I can’t- I shouldn’t yell.”
“Why? It’s not like anyone cares how loud we are. And I yell, you don’t mind that.”
“It’s… it’s because…”
“It’s because every time I’ve yelled, someone gets hurt. It happened this time, you said you were scared, but I can’t let anyone be scared of me, especially not you because I-”
“You help me. I… don’t know if I would’ve been able to calm down if you weren’t here.”
“...You don’t hurt me, Logan. You’re hurting.”
Remus leaned forward, nestling his chin on Logan’s shoulder. His face grew warm as he realized it was being squished up against his friend’s. His arms were still shaky as he gripped Remus’s torso back.
“And I don’t want you to ever have to feel like that again.”
#intrulogical#remus sanders#logan sanders#ts remus#ts logan#sanders sides#intrulogical fic#logan angst#ts fic#sanders sides fic#tw panic attacks#tw cursing#grays fics#whole
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Going to explain a little about the Miss Rhona lyrics, what inspired different aspects etc, as I’ve seen a lot of people speculating over it, and coming up with their own ideas (which I fully support!) but for those who are curious...
1st Stanza
“Daddy’s at the food store” So, when this was written, myself, my partner, and seemingly everyone was spending so much time going from supermarket to supermarket trying to find the basics, the essentials. Pasta, flour, sugar etc were sold out seemingly everywhere. The weekend just before this was written he’d lined up for half an hour before Costco opened to ensure he acquired some toilet paper- which seemed impossible to get ANYWHERE. I had colleagues who sent their adult children to shops everyday (they couldn’t cause they were at work) to try to find toilet paper somewhere. We ran out at work, and ended up with tissues. People, generally, were spending so much more time trying to find essentials at supermarkets. It’s not nearly as bad now, but just over a month ago when I wrote this it felt like a big issue. Also, “food store”?! NO ONE HAS CALLED ME OUT ON THIS which I find so weird because no one actually says, “food store”?! What a weird expression! So why did I use it? Well! Initially I thought “cost-co” but didn’t use it because I wanted the rhyme to appeal more universally. And we only got a Costco in my city a few years ago and I know plenty of places in the world don’t have one so... I thought maybe supermarket? But thought maybe they didn’t call them that in other countries- market? Market sounded so strange as it’s really only fresh fruit and veggies we get in our local markets here (in my part of the world) and didnt fit with the image I was trying to create and besides all our markets were cancelled as they were too crowded.. so “food store” was initially just a place-hold. I still can’t believe literally no one has said “hey wtf is up with “food store? No one says that” but there you go. It’s in literally every version ive seen as that so... that’s what it is now. So, that line about the food store and collated with the next line, “mummy’s our of town- she’s working at the hospital” was based on news articles I’d read about doctors having to isolate themselves from their families by sleeping either at hospital or in their garage. People who couldn’t see their kids for ages, it was really sad! And then combining these lines, it’s about how these little kids for the first time really are sometimes being left home alone because their parents have stuff they *have* to do; get food or work, and lots of kids these days don’t get left home alone anymore, it was common when I was little but not for a long time! But seemingly suddenly with this pandemic it’s happening again. And I hadn’t seen that talked about but I was seeing glimpses of it and it, felt weird? I guess? So that made for the perfect beginning to a covid19 nursery rhyme- a kid getting left home alone a lot and not being really sure how to respond to that.
So, with the hide away lines, there’s 3 stanzas and in each miss Rhona gets closer. The first one is she’s “come to town”. Now I remember that feeling on that day learning that the first coronavirus case had occurred in my city. Up until then there was a bit of a sense of dread, like you knew it was everywhere else, then in the news it got closer and closer, with cases in small country towns nearby. But when it got to my city it was suddenly so real. And that’s where the story starts because Miss Rhona was HERE. She arrived in the kid’s town. The line, “she’s come to take us down” is another way of saying “she’s going to get you” and also links to the final line which reveals her success “she took us down/she’s brought us down”.
2nd stanza
So, she goes from being in town to being “at the doorstep” which represents getting closer- being in those people the child might interact with everyday- and imagined more literally in the postal worker delivering a package (actually ON the doorstep) or food delivery or anyone who they’d still have close contact with. But “I’ll keep 6 feet away” is a self reassurance that if they just do the right thing and keep their distance everything will be ok. But then the conflict! Grandma needs toilet paper, EVERYONE needs toilet paper and no one can get it anywhere! No doubt the dad is our trying to find some more while he’s at the “food store”. And I was thinking... my children’s grandmother lives in a different state to us but if we were in the same one you can bet your life id be out dropping essentials at her doorstep whenever I could- tp included. (Although, tbh the tp issue didn’t seem as bad in her state from what she told me) so in this bit I guess I imagined myself as the child because that would be something important to me, to make sure my elders had their essentials. Idk I tried to help where I could, got baby wipes when I found it for a friend with a newborn, stuff like that. So the conflict is the child’s sense of responsibility ensuring their grandmother has what she needs, while also knowing that the coronavirus, Miss Rhona, could reside in anyone they meet along the way. Kind of like a little red riding hood situation linking the dangers of strangers. So they open the door due to this sense of responsibility and, oh no, Miss Rhona was at the doorstep, remember? Now the child has it too; “Miss Rhona’s come to stay” IN THE CHILD. This line was to use the imagery of Miss Rhona coming to stay with the child at their house, like an aunt might come to visit for the weekend, but symbolises the virus coming to live within the child, they’ve caught it now, which is why they definitely, “can’t come out to play”.
Stanza 3
“But grandma needs the paper” that’s where the conflict arises again- the child’s sense of responsibility, maybe guilt even? Overshadowing their understanding of just how serious the virus would be should their grandmother catch it. They’re just a kid remember? They don’t understand. So they take her some anyway, everyone needs toilet paper! Also, I know that phrasing it as such misleads the listener to think about a newspaper. Thats how we talk, “I’ll get the paper!” My dad says ... often. But, 2 things, it rolls off the tongue easier than “grandma needs toilet paper” which would’ve messed up the rhythm anyway, and also, for anyone who’s lived it you would automatically know about the “great toilet paper shortage of 2020” 😅 there were so many memes about it and it was funny that everyone was obsessed with it but if you were one of those people who genuinely really couldn’t find any- and there were lots!- then it kind of sucked. And that’s a memory that’ll stick with you 🙈
So. The note. “And here’s a note from Rhona she wanted me to say” imagine the child at the grandmas doorstep, she’s bringing her tp (that’s nice) but the child is infected, and hands grandma a note. I imagined like a little filed up piece of paper in their back pocket they take out and hand over, to pass on the message from their aunt living in their house. As kids would do- what teacher hasn’t given their student a note and said “go tell mr x such and such” and the note is a reminder of what to say. But the note they hand over is also a metaphor. It symbolises contact between the grandmother and grandchild, and as grandma took it, she caught the virus too. And the note reads,
“Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away”
Which is that line repeated all the way through the rhyme. In the end, it’s what Miss Rhona was saying all along. Hide away children...
And the final line is a throwback to near the beginning, “she took us down” because earlier remember she came to “take us down” but now it’s happened and we’re in past tense. She did it. She took down the grandma, and possibly the child too, although I left that as ambiguous. To be taken down here is the symbol for death, of course. It’s pretty grim. But that was the point i suppose.
And that’s where it ends. Anything after that, while I’ve seen some adaptations made which sound really cool, doesn’t really make sense with the story, because they died in that moment. And continuing on after that seems a bit overkill, because I gues, perhaps symbolically at least, who would be able to continue singing the rhyme once they had already died?
But having said that, it’s still nice to see people get exited about it and want to contribute more lyrics too. Making up stories, songs, games, art in general, it’s a way we’ve found to cope i think? Like dark and morbid stories are a part of our culture because we respond to them. Lessons, feelings, etc. people far more articulate than I have explained before...
So. That’s Miss Rhona. This explanation was written really roughly and I apologise for that, but you get the gist. I strongly recommend for anyone who hasn’t already to check out the #miss Rhona recordings hashtag on my blog, because some of these melodies people have put to it are really beyond words. Dreamy, haunting. Peaceful. Childlike. Much more than the original chant-like skipping rhyme I originally envisaged.
Thanks for reading this far... please be safe and look after your grandmothers ❤️
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Enneagram and DD/Defenders – Part 1 – Enneagram Theory
(not much about DD/Defenders in this post either - go to the next one in the series for Enneagram analysis of Matt)
Find all the posts in https://ladymaigrey.tumblr.com/tagged/enneagram (or go to my blog and look for “enneagram” tag)
TL:DR – According to Enneagram – we are born perfect, with particular potential strengths and abilities to exist in balance with the world and each other. But then we get screwed up: our strengths get twisted into obsessive pursuits of external goals aimed to overcome core fears, which we internalised from childhood, while other parts of ourselves get ignored/suppressed/disowned. All this prevents us from reacting to the world genuinely, to assess threats appropriately, to pursue authentic goals and to show true love to others and to ourselves.
There are nine archetypal ways in which our strengths get twisted (e.g. natural curiosity turns into ‘I must know the truth about everything’). Each archetype is related to a core fear (e.g. if I don’t know everything, I can’t be independent; if I am not independent - I will be taken advantage of, I will be hurt). Each archetype is also characterised by an emotion that tends to arise whenever a person’s idealised self-image is threatened and the core fear is triggered (e.g. avarice – need to get more knowledge and resources to support one’s sense of independence and control).
Very few people (if any) find their traits belonging to one archetype only. We share most strongly in the traits of “neighbouring” archetypes along the Enneagram “wheel”.
In order to achieve psychological balance we should aim to acquire characteristics of opposite archetypes on the wheel (i.e. move against the arrow - see diagram at the bottom of the post).
When we are under stress, we tend to move “along the arrow” and acquire characteristics that may help us escape the issues in the immediate term, but acquire more problems along the way.
The Enneagram theory (which originates from the teachings of Sufism) proposes that a person is born with certain innate strengths, as well as ability to experience and react to the world fully and authentically. If one prefers a mythological perspective, it can be said that we are born perfect – the way that God intended us to be.
And then we get misshapen. We build some of our strengths into protective armour and weapons for the means of external “achievement”, to the exclusion of our other strengths, feelings, motivating drives – all the things that should allow us to live in harmony with the world and each other. Everything gets twisted – our intentions, our behaviors. We “miss the mark” of our true natural calling (yes, the word harmatia – Greek for sin – is a very appropriate term for describing the implications of this process from a theological perspective; (Naranjo, 1973, p. 184)).
In other words, our strengths from God become the tools of the Devil.
(And if people’s minds went immediately to thinking about Matt’s continuous existential crisis and his “why did God put the Devil in me?” conversation with Father Lantom – yes, yes, YES, that’s exactly where my head went, too.)
The Enneagram proposes 9 distinct sets of these “strengths” and suggests the ways in which they may be twisted into rigid patterns of beliefs about self and the world. From Hook et al. (2020):
“Each of the nine Enneagram types can be captured by imperative statements describing a core internal need and a core fear … In its most basic form, each type can be summarized by the terms “strength” and “passion.” Rohr (1990) describes strength as the best and most true self—akin to one's authentic or self‐actualized sense of self. Conversely, he describes passion as the “wrong way out;” that is, passions describe defence mechanisms built up to engage efficiently with the surrounding world while protecting oneself from emotional pain. In psychological terms, we might frame these two features as healthy authenticity and unhealthy defensiveness.” (p. 3)
Wagner (1980) describes these twisted “strengths” as ego-fixations and idealised self-images – i.e. a set of (usually unrealistic) beliefs about ourselves and the “shoulds” we tell ourselves we must meet in order to feel secure (e.g. “I am successful; I must continue rising up the ladder of success”). The “passion” is seen as the individual’s characteristic emotional tone, or the go-to emotion that tends to arise when one’s idealised self-image is threatened.
“In Western ascetical terminology they [passions] would be called vices or defective habits.” (p. 35)
This table is from Hook et al. (2020) and describes the nine Enneagram archetypes, their strongest personality traits, their core desires (ego-fixations), the core fears that their personality system is designed to protect them against, and the emotional “vices” that characterise their defensiveness (which, not accidentally, overlap the Seven Deadly Sins)
Something important to remember here: these are theoretical constructs. Very few people will fit distinctly one archetype. In fact, one of the problems with the application of the Enneagram theory in psychological research is the difficulty in devising a questionnaire that classified participants into distinct Enneagram types. People tended to score a bit on this type, a bit on that type, and there was very little differentiation between participants. Which, from mental health perspective, was a good thing. According to the theory, the more rigidly one adheres to a single type, the more likely it is that the behavioural patterns are maladaptive.
Enneagram theory does have sub-classifications or sub-typologies to allow for more nuance in the theoretical constructs. So, the nine types can be divided into three groups according to the preferred strategies for processing information: The Heart, which prioritizes emotional information, The Head, which prioritizes thoughtful/logical processing, and The Gut, which prioritizes instinctive information processing.
Heart = types 2, 3, 4
Head = types 5, 6, 7
Gut/Body = types 1, 8, 9
The Enneagram theory also proposes a tendency for individuals to “move” between types under conditions of stress or security. The movement is theorised to move according to the below diagram, with movement along the arrows happening under conditions of stress, and movement against the arrows under conditions of security, i.e. it is proposed that balance and mental health lies in the direction counter to the arrows, while moving along the arrows will compound a person’s distress with maladaptive behaviors of another type.
Copied from Wagner (1980)
(That said, this type movement, as well as the Head, Heart, Gut division is subject of much disagreement among the proponents of the Enneagram theory.)
So, what are each of the types in their “purest” form? And how well do the characters out of DD/Defenders fit these?
The next post is Type 1 which happens to fit the Idiot that I love best – Matt Murdock.
References
Hook, J.N., Hall, T.W., David, D.E., Van Tongeren, D.R., & Conner, M. (2020). The Enneagram: A systematic review of the literature and directions for future research, Journal of Clinical Psychology, 1-19. DOI: 10.1002/jclp.23097
Naranjo, C. (1973). The one quest. New York: Ballantine Books.
Wagner, J.P. (1980). A descriptive, reliability, and validity study of the Enneagram personality typology (Doctoral Dissertation). Retrieved from https://ecommons.luc.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=3108&context=luc_diss
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Full moon of March or the Virgo full moon illuminating the night is called “Worm Moon”, strange name but it’s called so cause ground at this time of the year has thawed enough & becomes soft enough for worms to leave imprints for birds to come feed off them.
Nature is nurturing, brutal, raw & useful all at the same time just like this full moon.
Its messaging is simple - what’s your usefulness in the foodchain of life - where do you know in your heart that you are a 10 on 10 or can be a 10 on 10 cause the world at this hour doesn’t need another 5 by 10. What is your excellence - not in eyes of another - what do you know in your heart, in your soul that you can deliver to 100% of your whole being. What can you give your relentless obsession to ?
Cause nature is about to give us all a superpower so as to speak - relentless obsession in plenty with upcoming Jupiter Pluto conjunction. In Capricorn these two stalwarts together can create an obsession to deliver something materially successful. So knowing what we know what we are about to get - where do you want to funnel this through to ?
Everything else has gotto go - eliminated detoxed cancelled out of our life, cause we are going to become 10 on 10 on something we have proactively decided on. This full moon give so much power back in our hands but at the same time there is a fated dissolution that will momentarily weaken us.
Every loss feels weak in the knees for a moment even if we chose that loss - so when you close that door be kind to yourself - give yourself a moment to bury it, clean out the space it left, the gap it’s left for you to now decorate with what you want.
Neptune opposition always reveals life’s fallacy - it dislodges a part of our ego, removes something we were attaching our fake sense of self with, reveals a truth if we leave our body & mind pure, clean, devoid of anger / toxins / thoughts for a minute. It screams - this is not working for you.
Virgo moon knows how to make sense of this scream - it goes into solution mode instead of helplessness.
It finds a way to both detox something that isn’t working for you, a pattern, a person, a job, a project, a way of thinking , a source of income or ease or comfort - while creating usefulness out of this angst. It kicks our butts, doesn’t let us sit on our sense of loss or our angst - get to work, it says.
You know what you are good at - get to work, it says. We have no time to loose.
20° Virgo is the degree of totalisation of purpose & effort. Fake structures fall down - we see clearly where we have to go - we put our relentless obsession into it.
It’s time when when Mother Earth reveals the imprints of path of our own personal worm 🙂 - path to what we want - you have to ask the questions. Every problem is another solution, another opportunity, another answer. Mercury is turning direct - solutions begin. Get your share of it all!
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This full moon is culmination of last 6 months of work.
It’s also where solar eclipse of Sept 2015 happened so a chapter of life that began in Sept 2015 & was fully activated by May 2016 might be coming for next level of growth or closure.
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I spoke for each sign in the March vids but let’s quickly look over what part of your chart is coming to light for a detailed work & focussed delivery over next two weeks at the very least. Check for Rising/Sun/Moon - Rising being the most befitting.
♈️ #Aries - Work environment & Heath routine
Detailed work project might come to focus for completion - just remember it’s better to get something done versus waiting for it to be perfect. Overall health habits might come to focus & it might be a good time to say good bye to a few things coming in the way of you getting ready for your season. This might be a good time to review if the work you are doing or your work environment is working for you or not - how you feel about your work feeds your health & what you feed your body feeds your work - mind & body are fully connected. The role your thinking or negative work environment or critical coworkers plays in upkeep of your health is clear to you so what is it going to be ? What works what doesn’t is clear so be surgical about it. Work projects that are clearly not you move away from them - you don’t have your health you don’t have anything. Good time to do a cleanse of body, work environment & projects. The work you connect with is fulfilling as it makes you feel of use of great utility - it’s your 10 on 10 & you know it so just go for what you know you can deliver your best on and go about the business of doing it - with patience, consistency & details. Coworkers or your directs might change.
Around 20° Aries or around 9 Apr born could be looking at a key work or health shift and should use this time to make the move 🏃♀️
♉️ #Taurus - passion project, speculative gains, love, children
Completion of a creative project, improving it, adding details to it, making it meaningful, useful, more valuable. Giving birth to a passion - a business, a creative outlet, a love, a child where you are taking a calculated risk on yourself. In a few cases health of loved ones including a pet could come to focus - to improve it or you might be working through a hobby that improves your health - a useful hobby - that keeps you mentally & physically happy by connecting you to your child within. This is great full moon on reap rewards of a speculative trade you made after a lot of deliberation, cause Taurus your bets in life are fairly well calibered. It’s a good time to encourage creativity of your child if you have one or of the child within you - planned, practical, detailed creative outlet is just what the doctor ordered & it will feel great once done. Don’t worry about it too much or try to get it too right - it’s like the last leg of labour - just push!
~20° Taurus or ~9 May born will benefit the most & should showcase their talents at this time - you can woo the crowd Taurus 💕
♊️ #Gemini - home, family, parenthood, parents
Home changes, domestic chores & duties, being a dedicated parent or child, your secured base comes into focus & all work comes from home base. It’s the classic work from home full moon - getting things set up at home, office equipments or work station or furniture or fixed assets required of practical business use for you to be able to manage your work & family life in balance. Detoxing home chores, making it all efficient & healthy, getting garden vegetables or the garden itself to home! Fixing, cleaning, organising - through push or pull getting it all in order. Making a secure base - stronger firmer - so it can support your new work life. Boost up that immunity this season & don’t worry about confusion about life path - it’s onfolding as it should - have faith in where life’s taking you. Check in on parents & do something to equip them with better health - a health tip, a recipe, a routine - they would appreciate the gesture. Parents don’t beat yourself up, you are doing well & can be extra critical of yourself - channel it to organise what nags you - I have a list for that !
~20° Gemini or ~ 10 Jun born might be shifting home or setting up an office at home - critical career and home shifts! 🏤📠
♋️ #Cancer - thinking, talking, writing - A message, a news 📞📨
Oh worrier you! Direct all that thinking thinking into a project - a communication, reading, writing, commercial dealings, a pitch - detailed proficient skillful. Practical solutions you have, have a commercial utility so put your thinking cap on to see how to make that idea commercially viable, how to market it, pitch it. Your analytical skills peak so leverage that to find solutions - practical, commercial, skillful. Else all that overthinking will keep you worried & up. Walk, pace, stay active, research health ideas. Possibly a marketing project, an important communication, a pitch, a commercial dealing, a contract is on verge of completion - good time to work on that. Get engaged more with your surroundings, neighbours, siblings - setting things to order, learning from your surroundings, using the information you are receiving to make something meaningful out of it. Study, take in lot of info, you can get through lots of details & make sense of it, present it meaningfully & gain commercially out of it. If you stand still you will worry so keep at it.
~20° Cancer or around 11 Jul born will benefit the most.
But all of you can take advantage of this - get something out - a message, a contract, a written detailed work, an important confirmation. You are good, don’t be so self critical, your skill set are valuable, as are your words, let people hear you 📡
♌️ #Leo - Money money money 💰
Analysis, catharsis, synthesis of material resources - where is it going, where will it come from & voila finally it’s here. Budget analysis or reviewing an asset you wish to invest in, closing on a source of income, reaping rewards from your skills by getting a income or raise. This is focus on all physical & material resources - money, assets, physical body, food you ingest aka diet, your skills that are yielding income - what’s working what’s not & how to find new solutions to enhance it all. Can we refine our skills, improve our tools that we are using in work, shift our dietary habits, get a useful resource that enhances value of work done. You are closing on a means to make more material resources & yes organising your Budget / balancing that check book (who does that anymore 💁🏻♀️) makes you feel less worried & more sure. It adds to your confidence if you know where your next time will come from & go to. So it’s time to gift yourself some peace of mind - refine your finances & skill sets - you might find a good opportunity to make a few bucks or get independent financially if you were hoping to do that. You have great taste so it might be good time to acquire an asset that’s of good quality - no one knows quality better than a Leo! Knowing value of things is a skill set too & a commercially important one!
♍️ #Virgo - All about you 🌕
Happy full moon Virgo - we get one full moon a year & this is yours! What a time, you are surely in focus & this brings your career, life path, your purpose into focus - we go out of balance to get something that gives meaning to life, we go where others don’t dare to go, it’s tough, it looks like a lot of work but where no one can find any solution - A Virgo finds an opportunity, a way, a gainful opportunity - practical, lucrative, materially useful solution with tangible results. What you are finally bringing home - serves others in practical ways as well as makes you feel fulfilled. It’s a good time to detox your diet as well as work on your physical health as your physical body will also come into focus & you will feel a whole lot better bringing this win home when you feel physically in your element as well, the perfectionist that you are. It’s a full moon that’s evolving your life from one chapter of life to another - see what you want to take with you in this next chapter cause you want to go in lighter, more efficient. Life happens when we are out of balance but you want to not proactively carry elements that bring you out of balance - so cut out a few things you know won’t serve you in your next chapter - critically surgically remove a few & bring this home. It’s yours! 🧿
~20° Virgo or ~12 Sept born would feel this full moon strongest - bearing fruits of last 6 months of work - closing on an old chapter of life as they fully transition to a new one!
♎️ #Libra - Healing, regeneration, selfless service, spirituality & hidden hand of support
I do more in my sleep than you do in your waking lifetime - says a Libra this season. Time to do a bit of work behind the scenes as you are getting ready mentally, physically psychologically for your full moon reveal after 7 April when what you have worked on comes to light. Do the detailed work that most people don’t know Libras do when no ones watching - perfect it, detail it, make it more useful. It’s also a great time to heal physically & spiritually through - good sleep, good nutrition, a retreat, selfless service, volunteering, doing things to help others. Being in nature, with pets, using natural herbs or alternative healing can help you rejuvenate & heal. This is a good time when your mind might overactive in sleep - what’s bothering it, are in search of your place in the universe or is it just that meal you ate too late close to sleep (total no no for a Libra sleep) - mental well-being is important so if something is bothering you mentally you will find a solution provided you give yourself time - an active yoga session, a spiritual practice, retreating a bit can give you answers. While your subconscious is active, your angels are active too - they are trying to bring solutions to you - show yourself some care & compassion and take a beat - you will hear them 👼
♏️ #Scorpio - Network, friends, gains, rewards, vision
Time to bring a visionary project home - gains from an investment made over last 6 months or more - on a platform, in a network, a fan base, a financial or physical investment - it’s time for gains & recognition after a long detailed toil. Your vision is you make something of service, of practice usefulness that can help support many but do you have the resources for it - the right connections, the network, the support of business associates, the fan base - it’s time to get what’s needed to make it happen. Ask & it’s given - complain & you possibly won’t gain - that’s just the rules of society and as quickly we can adapt to the rules of the society we function in the easier for us to get things moving. Being surgical, focused, detailed about what’s needed for you to make it happen is the best approach about now. Go detailed, planned into it & get rid of the fluff whats useful what’s not - not every dream is worth the chase. It’s excellent time to bring your network reach to next level to make your vision happen, it might require you to deal with a few critical people but you keep Eye on The goal - you know it’s worth it and it’s best to silence the critics with your work. And don’t go alone - take all the suppprt you need to make it happen - you would need to ask for it - objectively, surgically. Two weeks of focussed work to make a futuristic, higher vision happen - bullseye 🎯
~20° Scorpio or ~12 Nov born benefit most - make it happen Scorpios it’s reward time!
♐️ #Sagittarius - Career, life path !
This is a big one Saggitarians - you are being asked to decide & deliver on the one part or project you decide you will deliver on. You are in focus as is your work & leadership style. Yup Sagittarians take their work very seriously & are one of most detailed oriented leaders - they need to find a problem & fix it and God knows they are good at it. You are organised & meticulous and it’s time to focus it on closing on a job or a project or a business launch. It would feel like critical time when you are in middle of critical life shifts - it might feel like you don’t have time for it all but you are better at it than you think. Read about it, gather information, analyse, present your knowledge, your analysis it’s where you shine - your brilliant problem solving mind. Some jobs or projects have outlived their usefulness in your life - you need a job or project which makes you feel of value, of service, it’s gotto use your brilliant mind, keeping you engaged, using your specialised skill set. Work changes are in cards put your best foot forward - don’t hesitate, it’s a rewarding full moon. Take a critical step forward 🧗
~20° Sagittarius or ~12 Dec born could especially experience a critical career shift
♑️ #Capricorn - work travel, education / teaching, international dealings
Tools for expansion of mind come to pass - a travel, an international dealing, a mentor, a publication of purpose & impact. You are given a chance to present your ideas & plans in details possibly to people of different backgrounds & culture. Great work involving editing, publishing, advertisement comes to focus as you are sharing your higher knowledge & inspiration with others. This is tine for useful adventure if there was any - a trip is taken or a travel of mind is taken by interacting with people of different backgrounds or culture to expand your mind & knowledge - it can be of big help in your career progression or finding your purpose in life. You might be perfecting your publication or work to showcase or feeling very inspired to share your ideas as well as learn from people of different ideology as you. You are open, working hard as usually do but now with a purpose an intention in mind - something has you inspired - an idea, a thought, a mentor, a new spiritual practice that has opened your mind to more possibilities. Share what’s on your mind, go into details, walk them through your mentors, publish in your specialised field, take a course or on job training, use this sense of adventure to take a few bold steps - it will help you go to the next level of career growth. Don’t say no to options 🏄
♒️ #Aquarius - merging talents, earning resources from others, power, turning point!
You are turning a corner - coming out of a situation that looked tough - making value out of what might have looked like a crisis because of staying objective through it all & making use of resources presented to you. You are great in bringing talents together, merging complementary skills & gaining from it. It’s time to analyse the situation & make lemonade out of lemons. Merge talents & resources to create more, earn from sources other than regular income - enhance your earnings through commissions, funding, detailed financing opportunities. Dig deep into your subject of speciality & deliver a tangible output from it which has financial tangible value. It’s A Great time to turn a corner - move away from what’s been holding you back whether you knew that or not but may be something got too small for you or you became bigger than the boundaries you were operating in & it’s time to cut the cord. Good time also to renew your health, do a cleanse, clean your body (colon & liver) & subconcious of toxins - you will feel very empowered to do it & stick with the shifts. Spouse’s income or shared resources can come to focus as well as matters related to tax, inheritance, insurance - you will fix it, deal with it. Helping someone can help you with a problem you might have - it might give you power to transition out of your own situation. If financial matters have been confusing take help of a trusted partner or spouse or dig in deep do some research - it’s a full moon full of solutions - you will find a way 🎢
~20° Aquarius or ~11 Feb born can experience a big shift - your power move!
♓️ #Pisces - Partnership, contract, commitment!
I do! says Pisces after much much deliberation about life & such in past few weeks as a commitment comes to focus - a business or personal contract comes to fruition. Complementary skills of a professional auppprt staff or partner can come to focus as you both figure out how you complete each other or not. Your one on one relationships & client dealings might come to focus as a demanding detailed work might come to focus. It could be fruits of last 6 months of work. But you would be discerning in your partnerships & let the ones that don’t work for you anymore go which could include close friends, support staff, skilled but possibly irksome coworker / consultants/ help staff. It’s time to streamline the ship & land it in a tangible gainful place so as you streamline your contracts you are bound to land at a more gainful place - psychologically & physically as you have given this a lot of thought in last few weeks. A meaningful contract or work or partnership or client deal might come through after much hardwork & pay off handsomely. Stay positive, focussed & release what you know by now doesn’t work as you have enough to work with & for. Draw a line where it needs to be drawn & move forward on the commitments that make sense commercially & partners that complement your skillset - it’s a tandem tango tough to execute but beautiful when immaculately done like now! 👯
~20° Pisces or ~10 Mar born will experience a critical shift in partnerships & contracts
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