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blacksunscorpio · 4 years ago

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Astro Musings No. 5

Placements Most Prone to Getting Stuck in Abusive Relationships

Are usually people with Venus in Scorpio because of the intensity of how they love and the intensity in which people love them back, Venus in Libra due to their penchant for trying to see the good in those they love. Venus square/opposing Neptune, due to these natives often idealizing those who do not deserve it. Venus in Pisces, due to their savior complexes. People with Moon squaring their Mars’, or Moon conjunct/squaring/opposing their Pluto’s— often they associate pain and intensity of feeling as equatable to love. These are the types of people who feel deeply and often have a hard time entertaining the idea of love unless there is some sort of “suffering” involved.

Many with Moon or Venus squaring Saturn

Can endure the same thing/have the same habits. I’ve found with the latter two the duration of these relationships will last a lot longer. This is because Saturn adds longevity to relationships.

Nessus in aspect to Dejanira in synastry

Can also cause obsession or at its worst, abuse. Sparknotes version of the Greek myth is a wild centaur named Nessus attempted to kidnap and rape Dejanira as he was ferrying her across the river Euenos, but she was rescued by Heracles. If you’ve ever watched Disney’s Hercules, Megara is the Hollywood version of this broad. In regard to synastry Dejanira is the asteroid of the victim, especially sexual, and Nessus indicates the abuser. If this appears in synastry you can be certain two people will have some sort of abuse involved in their relationship or some sort of intense obsession with each other than may not be altogether healthy. Be careful if it aspects [in square or opposition] Sado or Algol. No bueno. If touching Chiron it there will be some sort of lesson involved. Make sure it’s one worth learning. Aspects like these in astrology can be very humbling.

Typically if One Has an Aspect Natally it Will Often Appear in Synastry With Another.

For example, One can have their Sun opposing their moon and often attract people whose moons oppose or square their sun. If one has a Mercury squaring their Pluto, they may attract someone whos Pluto square’s their Mercury. You can often always trace a synastry aspect back to one or the other person’s natal chart.

People with Venus Conjunct Lilith

Will have enormous sex appeal. Their basic femininity will be in touch with their wild femininity. If in the 10th house, they may make a career out of it. Become models or make money off their figures. One of my best friends is a porn star and has this aspect. Her ‘Only Fans’ is poppin’.

People with Sagittarius 5th houses

Can/will adopt children from other countries or have children in countries other than their native land. Angelina Jolie’s 5th house is in Sagittarius and her whole brood save for 3 are of different ethnicities. People with the same rising sign as you often deal with many of the same issues as you and therefore, can be easier to have friendships/relationships with. This is typically because two people will have the same houses/house sign cusps.

Placements That Make One Lucky

Are often strong Jupiter placements. Jupiter rules fortune and is in general a benefic planet. Wherever he touches will show growth or excess of energy. It is best when he is working harmoniously. So, Jupiter trining/conjunct/sextiling inner planets or Jupiter trining the north node. Jupiter as the most elevated planet is a good indicator of someone who often gets lucky in the nick of time. Luck often comes through at the clutch for these folks. Asteroid Fortuna, Fama, or Abundantia making harmonious/conjunctions to planets like Jupiter, the Sun, or the Moon. The Sun in the 10th house is a good indicator of someone lucky in their career. Asteroid Karma No. 3811 in favorable aspect to inner planets, and/or Asteroid Talent No. 33154 in favorable aspect to inner planets or in benefic houses.

A good place to look to see determine someone’s physical features is often their Sun, Rising, Dominant planet, or Midheaven.

Yes, I know, not very exciting but I keep telling you guys to stop ignoring your Sun. It is the most powerful Planet in your chart. However, if we were to look beyond the Sun, Your rising sign is your face. Someone with a Scorpio rising will inevitably have some sort of intensity to them. 9 times out of 10, it has something to do with their eyes. The Midheaven will also show you a bit more, usually how a person carries themselves. I often find those with Virgo or Venus Midheavens [women] are very good in heels. Good with structured walking. Men will often have model-esque walks as well. Attention grabbers. Same with those with Capricorn MC’s. Neptune MC’s have a bit of a “swagger to their walk” like they’re swimming through air. Gemini MC’s are often very light on their feet. Aries MC’s walk in a very militaristic way. Straight backed. Authoritarian. George W. Bush has an Aries MC and walks in such a way.

Psychic connections in Synastry [Platonic or Romantic]

Are usually 12th house, 8th house, 1st house, or 9th house placements/Overlays. Aspect-wise typically Moon to the lunar nodes, Uranus to the Nodes or Moon, Vertex to nodes, PLUTO, or NEPTUNE to Mercury. Mercury to Moon, Mercury to Uranus, or Neptune. These are all highly psychic points. Having these placements in synastry/overlay will usually indicate dreaming of the other person, prophetic dreams [especially if 9th house or Jupiter is involved] Knowing what the other person is thinking or gut hunches about the person’s well being. If in harmonious aspect these will make you feel closer to the person or bolster feelings of affection. In hard aspect, it can cause obsession or the other person may feel as if they are “haunting” you. Trust me.

A Singleton Planet

is a planet posited in the only sign or house of its type [element, mode, or orientation]. For example, if your sun is the only planet in a water house, or if your moon is the only planet in a sign of universal orientation, those would be singletons. Singletons are EXTREMELY powerful forces in the natal chart. They can be considered focal points of consciousness, sometimes vehicles of manifestation. They are widely understood to have extreme expressions (or repressions) which are heavily symbolic in a native’s entire life.

People with many Aries placements, strong Martian influence, [especially if in aspect to Mercury or Mars], or hard Plutonic aspects [including conjunctions] tend to enjoy more aggressive forms of music. The types to listen to heavy metal/rock or hardcore gansta rap.

Leo and Aquarius mixing in a natal chart or in the 2nd house can make someone have a bit of a “bark” like voice.

Venus retrograde natives may have had a hard time or still have a hard time in their social lives especially if it’s placed in the 11th house.

On Chiron

People with Chiron in Aries have a fear of failure. Can suffer from identity issues. They can heal by empowering others and being independent. Chiron in Taurus feel as if they never have enough. May have grown up a bit poor or might feel as if they don’t deserve nice things. They can heal by being financially responsible, but also treating themselves to something nice once in a while. Chiron in Gemini feels like no one understands them, may have suffered from feeling unintelligent or their mental pursuits were discouraged. They can heal by speaking up. Writing or singing. Translating their pain into beautiful intellectual activity. Chiron in Cancer feel as if they can’t be vulnerable They may have been made to feel ashamed of their emotions. May have suffered neglect at home, specifically from the mother. They can heal by taking care of others. Cooking. Expressing themselves to those they trust. Not everyone will hurt you. Chiron in Leo may have suffered from being invalidated in life. Feeling rejected. Having impossible standards forced on them. Not getting recognition for their talents. They can heal through channeling creativity into art. Helping others see their worth. Being playful and bold in their own self-expression. Chiron in Virgo may suffer from some sort of distorted self-image. Perfectionism or excess of criticism from others/family. As a result, they can either be extremely critical or compensate by being people pleasers. They can heal by maintaining their health and seeing a counselor [remember Mercury who rules the mind is the ruler of Virgo so mental health is NOT something to ignore.]

People with Venus in Taurus

Are actually some of the slowest moving people in terms of romance. Even more than Capricorn Venusians. They love to take their sweet time. If they were to be a Tarot card, they’d be the Knight of Pentacles. Methodical, slow-moving, careful. They are caring but terrified of choosing the wrong person, being abandoned, or making the wrong move. They study the object of their affections almost to the level of Plutonians [but without the dark appeal]. This is because they want to know how and what pleases the other person. Very traditional.

Cancerians

Are very jealous in love and can give Scorpios a run for their money.

Leo Moons

LOVE ATTENTION I've noticed even more than Leo suns. Why? Because validation is often tied to what makes them feel good emotionally [moon]. These are the people who will post about 20 snap or insta stories talking about their day.

Gemini Mars’

Have a problem with dry-snitching on themselves. This is because their drive is tied with their intellect and speech. As a result, they can often find themselves saying more than they mean to.

Aquarian placements

Are high-key opinionated but are can also be the least accepting of other points of view, especially if Saturn/Capricorn is in the mix. This is because they are fixed air. So their mindsets/intellectual opinions are hard-pressed to change. Good luck trying to win an argument with one. However, they do move on quickly because they are detached by nature.

Sagittarians/strong sag placements will often make friends the easiest out of any zodiac sign. Opinionated but their curiosity for people from all walks of life makes it easy to relate to them. Those who come after would most likely be Gemini moons or 5th House/ 11th House Leo’s.

6th house placements, especially if Leo or Pisces sits on the cusp often are very good with animals. Piggybacking on that, Piscean placements tend to have an almost telepathic ability with animals.

Cats seem to take to Scorpionic people very easily, even if the native doesn’t care for them. As a matter of fact, most Scorpionic people have a knack with animals that are nocturnal. Spiders, Owls, Cats, Foxes. These animals will likely find a Scorpio native/ those with heavy Scorpio placements out of nowhere or perhaps never bite them.

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beelsnack · 4 years ago

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Hi! I saw your requests are open and I was wondering if you could write a little reaction of the bros + undatable (if you do that) in hearing mc singing or seeing mc dancing and and find out they're very good at it. Thank you in advance, lots of love!❣

*bursts through the wall* Choir kid mode, activate!!

Hope you like it, Nonnie!

Lucifer: The human tended to be...noisy.

That wasn’t the right word, and Lucifer knew it wasn’t the right word, but he couldn’t think of another way to phrase it. They were always humming a Human Realm song he didn’t know, tapping their foot to a beat he couldn’t hear, swaying to a rhythm he couldn’t feel.

So he shouldn’t have been surprised to discover that they had quite the siren’s voice.

He had been in the process of leaving the House of Lamentation to attend a meeting with Diavolo. The fact that the human’s bedroom door was left slightly ajar didn’t even register to him until their voice reached him, making him pause.

Although they were merely singing for themself, and thus not putting all of their power behind their voice, he could still tell how strong it was. Clear, bright, and mid-range. Without fully meaning to, Lucifer closed his eyes and listened. He didn’t know the song or the lyrics, but that didn’t make their voice any less captivating...

Until a harsh clattering interrupted both of them.

Their D.D.D vibrated against their desk, cutting off their singing and breaking Lucifer out of his spellbound state. With a shake of his head, he continued on, smiling softly. Their human was just full of surprises, weren’t they?

Mammon: “Nu-uh, you’re lyin’ to me.”

“Swear to Go - oops,” the human cut themself off with a laugh. “Guess that’s not a thing I should do down here. But for real!”

Mammon snorted, folding his arms behind his head as he flopped back against the human’s pillows. “I can’t see it.”

The two of them were parked on their bed, having long since tuned out the high school anime that Levi had begged them to watch. They had managed to make it to the part where the main love interest stumbled upon the shy nerdy character practicing in the choir room and revealing that they had some Broadway-worthy pipes before they got bored.

“I’m telling you, I was a hardcore choir kid!” the human smacked Mammon on the shoulder with the pillow they had been cuddling with. “I did competitions and everything!”

“That might be the lamest thing you’ve ever told me.” Mammon snickered. “Did you wear robes and shit too? Ow, hey, stop hitting me!”

The human gave him one final pillow-smack to the face. “Well, I WAS going to show you the video of the solo I did, but…”

“Aw, hey, don’t be like that.” he whined, popping up. “You know I’m just messin’ with you.”

After a few more minutes of poking and prodding, Mammon finally convinced them to pull up the video. All of the choir members were dressed smartly in black, but even in uniform, his human outshone them all. They stood apart from the rest, in front of a microphone, and belted out the most heartfelt lyrics Mammon had ever heard. It was a little bit tear-jerking - not that he was tearing up or anything!

“Well?” the nudged him with their elbow as the video finished up. “What do you think?”

“I’ve heard worse.” he shrugged, pointedly turning his head away so they wouldn’t see the awestruck look in his eyes.

“That’s Mammon-ese for “you’re the best singer in the Three Realms,’ right?” they grinned impishly.

“Oh, shut it, human.”

Leviathan: This was all Levi’s fault.

About a week ago, one of his idols had released a video of their dance practice, and, like the incorrigible fanboy that he was, Levi had proceeded to geek. He had sent the video to them, accompanied by flurry of keysmash and emojis that came in so fast that their D.D.D had vibrated off of their nightstand before they could catch it.

After the initial fangasm, Levi demanded they watch the video and tell him what they thought. They had learned from experience that he wouldn’t shut up until they gave him a thesis paper about the video, so the tapped on the link.

It was definitely interesting choreography, and it looked fun. After watching it - with copious amounts of bouncing and swaying to the catchy beat - they flipped over to their messages.

Human: Man, that looks so cool! I kind of want to learn it!

Leviachan: Hah! Good luck, normie, this band is renown for their intense dances. Even I couldn’t do it!

Challenge. Accepted.

With a satisfied smirk, they watched as the file sent to Levi. It definitely could have been better quality, but considering they filmed it with their D.D.D camera perched on a stack of books, it looked pretty damn good.

Levi hadn’t been kidding, the dance was intense. Their muscles were sorer than they were after they worked out with Beel. But, nothing motivated quite like spite, and it was completely worth it when Levi responded.

Leviachan: You…but…how?!

Leviachan: It’s only been a week!! How could you have memorized it that quickly?!?!

Leviachan: More importantly, how were you able to do it?!

Leviachan: I know demons who have injured themselves trying to learn these moves!!

Levichan: *gasp* Don’t tell me you were an idol up in the Human Realm?!

Levichan: Hey, answer me already!!

Satan: He has definitely seen this in a movie somewhere.

The human was looking for a specific book - they were struggling to find research for their Ancient Curses course, and if anyone had a helpful book, it would be Satan. He had offered to help look, but they insisted that they could do it themself.

He doubted that, but never let it be said that their human wasn’t a tenacious little thing.

Watching them climb up the library ladder made his anxiety spike, but they handled themself just fine. Slowly but surely, he went back to his reading, keeping one ear tuned into the sounds they were making somewhere behind him.

That’s when he heard it.

He thought he was imagining things, or maybe the human had stumbled upon one of the books that spoke to you when you opened it. But, as he listened closer, he realized it was their voice.

“Here’s where she meets Prince Charming,

But she doesn’t know it’s him ‘til chapter three…”

There was no holding back his laughter even if he wanted to. He didn’t even need to look to know that they were sliding around on the ladder like that scene from Beauty and the Beast.

“What are you doing over there, Belle?”

“I want much more than this provincial life!”

Asmodeus: He couldn’t believe his luck.

Every time he had invited the human out to The Fall, they had staunchly refused him. They fed him every excuse in the book - they had to study, they were tired, they weren’t feeling good, etc. Even if he couldn’t work his magic on them, he could tell their reluctance was a result of fear of being surrounded by intoxicated demons.

Being around the brothers was one thing - they trusted them quite literally with their life. But other low-class, desperate demons with no such loyalty? Asmo didn’t blame them, and he didn’t push the issue.

But this time, they had said yes.

He didn’t know what changed, and frankly, he would care about that later. For know, he reveled in the fact that he got to see his cute little human all dressed up to go out! Ooh, they looked absolutely delicious.

And drunk.

“Well?” he asked over the pulsing beat of the music. “Are you socially lubricated enough to join me on the dance floor?”

For a moment, they stared at their cup before knocking it back and setting it on the table with a pronounced thunk. “Yup.”

Just as they arrived, the music changed. Slowly, sultry, and sexy. For a moment, Asmo thought they were going to shy away, but that liquid courage was doing it’s job phenomenally.

They moved with grace and elegance that reminded Asmo of the devotees at the ancient temples of Greece. He hummed a little when they accentuated the beat with a teasing roll of their hips.

“You’ve been holding out on me, darling,” he pulled them close to murmur in their ear.

“You think so?” they giggled. “If you like this, you should see me give a lap dance.”

Beelzebub: There was a little corner in the kitchen that had officially become the human’s herb garden.

Little pots with all kinds of green growing out of them were lined up neatly on the windowsill above the sink, and the plants from the Human Realm that needed sunlight that the Devildom didn’t have were placed against the wall beneath them, basking in the sunlamp they had bought on their last visit home.

It was a nice addition, and Beel could always tell when the human used their herbs in cooking. Something about it just tasted..better. He couldn’t quite figure out why.

Well, until now, that is.

He had just finished his morning workout and decided to grab a little pre-breakfast snack. With the sweat he worked up, he earned it. Swiping his forearm across his face to wipe off some of the sweat, he rounded the corner into the kitchen.

The human was standing with their back to him, tending to their garden. No matter how many times they reminded themself, they still forgot to buy a watering can, so they were still using a cup to water the plants. They took their time at each pot, giving them the appropriate amount of water and…

Singing to them?

Beel paused, hand around the door handle of the fridge. Yup, they were definitely singing to the plants, gently inspecting the leaves as they did so. Their voice was soft and sweet, and as Beel watched them,he could have sworn the plants looked a little more cheerful as they passed over them.

Beel felt a little more cheerful too.

Belphegor: “Did you seriously ask me to come over just so you could use my lap as a pillow.”

It was more of a statement than a question, and Belphie barely opened his eye enough to give them a lazy glare. “Yes.”

“Why.” they sighed, slumping back against the wall.

“You have a comfy lap.”

“You have, like, fifty pillows.”

“And none of them are your lap.” Belphie rolled over onto his back to look at them fully. Despite the bored expression he had, they could see the twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “If you’re going to keep making noise, sing me a lullaby.”

He had been almost entirely joking. So when they started to actually sing, he felt his heart do something funny.

They had a soothing voice. Not too high, not too low…a perfect lullaby voice, actually. Without really meaning too, he felt himself start to doze. Before he actually fell asleep, he nuzzled closer to them.

“I wasn’t expecting you to actually be a good singer. Keep going.”

Diavolo: “I thought you said they didn’t teach ballroom dancing in Human Realm schools anymore.”

They couldn’t help but laugh at the situation they were in. Lord Diavolo had taken to having weekly “meetings” with them that were a thinly veiled excuse to grill them about whatever human custom he found himself fascinated with. Now it felt more like a gossip session instead of a meeting with the Crown Prince of Hell.

The week prior, they had lamented the fact that they were attending all of these formal gatherings as the Human Representative of the Student Council, but didn’t know any of the waltzes or other dances that seemed popular. It made them feel out of the loop.

So, they shouldn’t have been surprised when they arrived at the Demon Lord’s Castle to find Diavolo waiting for them in the ballroom.

“They don’t,” the human giggled as Diavolo spun them around. They had long since given up on memorizes steps and were now basically just twirling around the dance floor. “I guess I’m just a quick learner!”

“I should say so.” Diavolo’s smile was nearly blinding. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you were classically trained!”

The human spared a glance down at their beat-up sneakers and jeans with a hole in the knee. “Really?”

“Clothes have nothing to do with it, my dear,” Diavolo suddenly pulled them closer before lowering them into a dip. “You could be dressed in rags and I would still find you mesmerizing.”

Simeon: “May I have this dance?”

Lucifer was still trying to hide them behind his back, but the human was having none of it. They ducked from beneath his arm and took Simeon’s offered hand. “Of course.”

It was hard not to burst into laughter at the angry sputtering and protesting behind them. Even Simeon couldn’t quite hold back the amused grin on his face. “I think you were supposed to refuse me.”

The two of them stopped in the middle of dance floor as the music started. “I like to keep things interesting.”

Simeon laughed, taking the lead. The dance wasn’t too complicated, almost boring. Until Simeon leaned down to whisper in their ear.

“What do you think? Shall we have some fun with them?”

They followed his gaze over to where the brothers stood fuming. Based on the air changing colors, they would bet good money that Satan was attempting to curse Simeon.

“Let’s.”

Simeon led them into a spin, and when they came back, he pulled them flush against his chest. He looked like he was about to give them instructions, but they leaned into him with an impish grin. His blue eyes widened slightly as they put their weight on him, sliding their leg up to his hip in a decidedly scandalous manner.

It didn’t fit the song at all, but the angry squawking from Mammon and the whine from Asmodeus was music to their ears.

“You catch on quick.” he laughed.

“I have to use those dance lessons for something, don’t I?”

#I really wanted to write one for Solomon and Barbatos #but this is long enough already #Solomon was going to crack a joke about stealing their voice like Ursula from the Little Mermaid #shall we date obey me #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon

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shsl-shipper-gamer-fangirl · 8 years ago

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A/N HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BELOVED CHILD, CHIAKI.

Games-Giving - wherein Nanami gives out games to the rest of the sdr2 kids

Somewhere in between the crammed spaces was a logical explanation as to why everyone was packed into Nanami's already condensed cottage.

Initially, she wanted to bring her stuff with her to the lobby where it's much more spacious but looking back at her hoards of console she knew that it would take too many trips and by then someone would have walked in and ruined the surprise for the rest. Besides, wasn't this a surprise in its own way? Granted there's barely enough room for them to breathe and much less to play but it would have to do. Once everyone had settled in as much as they could possibly have, Nanami started handing out the games and necessary consoles.

"Hanamura, you're getting Cooking Mama." She says and before he could be offended at a cheap knock-off of real cooking, she explains her choice. "I know how much you miss your mom... I know that the mama here isn't exactly like yours, maybe. But I figured it might help with the homesickness hopefully."

He looks at a loss for words. "This is... a wonderful choice." And before he could get sappy, old habits kick in. "I'll have you know that you are an exquisite choice yourself. You don't need to flatter me with gifts if you want to spend a good time with me."

She listens quietly, unresponsive. And then stoically turns to her next recipient. "I got you Fat Princess. It reminded me a lot of you while I was playing. It has food and strategy, I thought you'd like it... I guess."

Twogami chuckles and it is a genuine heartfelt laughter. He's more than happy to know that he was thought of especially by his one defining character trait. "It's a worthy recommendation. I shall hold back my judgement until I finish it in all of its glory."

She takes that as a sign that he likes it so she turns to meet the curious stare of a redhead. "I got you Life is Strange. It's about this photography student but it's less about taking photos and more of time travel I think... The protag is a girl with short hair and her freckles reminded me of you coincidentally."

"Oh, wow that's some... weirdly specific coincidences." Koizumi admits it's not quite the game she was expecting. She expected a typical point and shoot (with a camera) game but definitely not time traveling.

"Her name's Max so I guess you both have names starting with M." Nanami adds and then tilts her head in inquiry. "Are you okay with this? I can get you something else."

"And miss out on time powers? I think not." Koizumi just shakes her head. Sure, why not? It'd be a nice experience to see in someone else's viewfinder for a change of perspective. "Besides, where else am I going to find a game that stars a girl and photography?"

She nods in agreement. Before Nanami could move on to whom she had planned for next, Saionji beats her to the punch as she unceremoniously jumps onto her. "Me! What about me? What did big sis Nanami get for me?"

She hands her the game with an excited smile. "I think you'll like this one... Bully is an open world with the usual freedom of Rockstar games."

"You had me at bully." Saionji grins deviously.

Nanami shakes her head. "It's not exactly that kind of game..."

"But I still get to do the stuff I like, right?" She smirks and breaks into childish cheer. "Yay! Thank you so much for this! I'll play it to my heart's content!"

She then turns to the nurse who jumps at the sudden attention. "Mikan, I got you Trauma Center. I know it's far from the actual thing but I'm not exactly sure how... different it is." There's a certain genteleness in the way she hands out the game. And shyly, she asks, "Is it alright if I ask for your feedback on this?"

Mikan is still shocked from the experience of affection that it takes her a beat or two to stammer back, "T-Thank you! I'll cherish this forever!!" She cries as she holds onto the game tightly to her chest. "You can count on me! I'll be sure to point out all the inaccuracies."

"Thank you, too." Nanami then turns to the more if not the most excited member of the group. She smiles as she gestures to the whole setup behind her. "Ibuki, you get rockband... The full set."

"Awesome! Ibuki has always wanted to play on these!" Ibuki hollers and she's already at the drums while holding both the guitar and the bass. She looks just about ready to play all instruments at the same time. "The frets on the guitar are buttons! Kyaaah! How wild is that!"

Nanami can't help but get carried along with Ibuki's energy. She's still smiling when she turns to Pekoyama. "If it's sword slashing precision then the best I have is Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance. You'll probably appreciate the free slicing blade mode rather than the button mashing on most games... I think."

Pekoyama gratefully accepts the gift with a bow. "This is quite thoughtful of you. Thank you. I will try my best to master the fighting style here."

"And when you get bored of that, take a break and play this instead..." She hands her a portable console this time and when Pekoyama opens it, the game is already on and it's absolutely adorable. "It's Nintendogs. Now those fluffballs won't run away from you... probably."

"I..." Pekoyama's speechless but that's mostly because she's distracted by the puppies hounding at her screen. No animal has ever approached her with such zeal that it catches her off-guard. It's a surprise that she's more than willing to welcome. She locks eyes with Nanami and her lips tug slightly into a sincere smile. "I will remember to return this goodwill of yours."

It doesn't go past Kuzuryuu who watched the whole exchange. When Nanami turned to him, he was caught unaware and so his defenses shot up. "Heh, so you're giving away games based on what we do? Don't tell me you got me one of those dumb trying hard yakuza themed games."

She shook her head. "I don't think you'll like Yakuza that much so I suggest Mafia as a better alternative..." She innocently tilts her head. "Then maybe it's better when you think it's a different culture?"

"Ha! You got a lot of nerve thinking I'll play crap like that." He scoffs at her.

"I'm not. I think you're more respectable than that... maybe." She says not quite sure what she wants to mean. She gives him a different game instead. "This is Undertale. I think you'll like the Fight or Mercy mechanics. You'll choose well, probably."

"Hmph, whatever." He crosses his arms but his expression softens. She got him a game with a pacifist route and he appreciates the gesture. He murmurs, "But thanks anyways. I guess I'll give it a try when I've got nothing else to do."

"I'm sure you'll love it... I think." Nanami crosses the room to the other half of the class and Sonia catches her eyes first. "I was trying to find a game where the protag is a princess but it was hard so... I just went for the game with an... intense female main character. Tomb Raider's a classic and you're pretty hardcore like Lara Croft."

Sonia reads through the summary at the back with sparkling eyes. "Oh, I have always wanted to go on my own expeditions without royal guards hounding me!" She claps her hands in her excitement. "I think this is just a lovely game filled with action and adventure! Thank you!"

"Ah, Gundam." She moved on to the next person on her list. "I know you don't like games about breeding animals since you consider them..." She squints as she tries to find the exact words that he used. "An insult to the actual gods?"

"That is correct!" Gundam agrees with a scowl. "Those are outright blasphemy! Why waste time on fakes when there are actual gods among us? If I were not such a forgiving Dark Lord then I would have rained judgement on all of those atrocities!"

"But is it okay as long as it's not based on actual animals?" She asks with uncertainty. She didn't want to offend Gundam but she's not sure how well he'll take this suggestion of hers. "Monster Rancher is a classic for your type. You get to learn about raising a whole bunch of new species that are literally out of this world... Here, look."

Gundam inspects the game with a snarl at first but as he goes through the monsters, he finds himself more intrigued rather than disgusted. A whole new world to conquer, huh? He breaks out into raucous laughter. "Feast your eyes on these poor lost souls! The time has come for the Tanaka Kingdom to recruit yet more unearthly races! Cower in fear as our strength increases right before your eyes! Bwahaha!"

"Oi, do your delusions more quietly! Nobody cares!" Souda shouts but it falls onto deaf ears since Gundam is already absorbed in raising his first monster. He doesn't want to accept being ignored but then he remembers that he hasn't gotten his game yet and so he turns to Nanami with expectant eyes. "Man, looks like everyone's getting good picks. So what do I get? Is it cool? It's definitely cooler than dork lord's over there, right?"

Nanami's smile is playful. This one was trickier to find but it was an achievement to finally get it. She pulls out a box and brings out its contents. There's the game and console and... a mini-robot. "Meet R.O.B., he's your partner for playing Gyromite."

"This is..." He gapes over the robot and his hands roam over across the plastic, he's already picking it apart in his mind and deciphering how it works. He expected a game but he did not expect it to come with its own mini-robot. His eyes are shining and he almost looks in love. "This is fricking sweet."

Even Nanami thought it was cool and she's sure that Souda thinks of it a tenfold more. While Souda was busy mooning over his new toy, she sets up Owari's. "I couldn't find anything close to your ideal but... Wii Sports is close enough, maybe. As long as you strap on the remote and keep your distance, you can play boxing to your heart's content."

"So I basically beat people up by actually beating them up?" She shouts a battle cry and gets fired up on the spot. "Yosh! I'm game for this!"

"Nidai, I got you FIFA Manager among other coaching games... I couldn't decide which one would be your favorite." She adds that last part shyly but he takes them with a smile as always.

"I'm the best at managing my players! I'll even be the best in these games of yours!" Nidai lets out a hearty laugh. "I'd watch out for your highscore if I were you."

"I'll take that as a challenge." She then turns to the last two of her list.

Komaeda is already wearing his trademark lopsided smile and is eager to see what new hope would be born out of this. "I'm grateful that you would even consider giving me a game- the embodiment of your hope- when I'm trash undeserving of such greatness. I feel bad that you bothered thinking about me when I'm worthless."

Nanami lets out a sigh and her hands are on Komaeda's face in a heartbeat. "Stop talking like that or you won't get yours."

"But I don't-"

"Stop." She puffs her cheeks while she pinches his.

"Ow! Okay, okay. I concede." He chuckles and even raises his hands in a show of defeat. "I'm still new to this whole thing about people thinking I'm worth more than I really am."

She stares at him for a long time, judgingly, taking his words into careful consideration. She huffs again and releases him. "Close enough."

"Well you do inspire me to try, you know." He smiles and there's laughter dancing on his lips. "The truth is I've never been this excited in my life! Oh, aside from that time I received my acceptance letter to Hope's Peak Academy that is."

Somehow he always brings back the conversation to hope. She shakes her head and there's a small smile forming. "Here. Try this."

He takes the phone in his hand with the camera on and it surprises him slightly when something else appears on the screen. "Uh, Nanami? Is there supposed to be a creature here?"

Her hand quickly swipes the phone out from his grip and her face practically beams. "A Lapras! As expected from Komaeda's luck!" She flicks her finger a few times and by the fifth pokeball, she catches it with a triumphant smile. "I've been looking everywhere for her. Thanks for helping me out."

"No problem." He chuckles and then inquires, "So I'm guessing that wasn't actually my game."

She smiles shyly and then hands him his true gift. "That's Legend of Mana and it's legendary for its unique luck system. Almost the whole game is rigged on luck... I think."

"I see. Then it is fitting for me." He smiles broadly. "As expected from the ultimate gamer. Instead of bringing me the usual games, you hand me an excellent rpg. I will not let you down and maximize my luck just as much as your hope inspires me!"

"As long as you have fun." She giggles and there's a cough behind her. When she turns around, she sees the only person who has yet received a game from her. She smiles wider. "Hello there, Hinata."

"Uh, hi." He flushes and then straightens himself after a shaky breath. He fidgets from being too tense for his own good. He's nervous even though he has no reason to be. He looks like the only person who's afraid of what he's about to get. "I know I don't have any talent and all... so I'm sure you had a hard time finding a game for me."

"Oh, not really." She objects readily and she makes sure that her voice comes out as reassuring as possible. She finds his worries odd especially when there's no trouble at all. "Actually... I picked out yours first."

"What?" He shoots her a look of confusion. And when he holds the game in his hands, he feels absolutely lost. "Danganronpa...?"

"I feel like it's life-and-death important for you to be good at this." Nanami says in a tone that's too serious to be talking about just games. And then in the next moment, she's back to her laidback self. "By the way, it's a series and I've already finished the latest one: New Danganronpa V3 or ndrv3 for short."

"Um..." He's still staring at the game and trying hard to read its hidden meaning but he comes up with nothing. He feels that there's a joke somewhere in there that he's missing. "Wait, so how did you end up picking this out for me?"

"Just an important feeling... probably." She casually shrugs. There's something cryptic underneath her words but he doesn't have the code to decipher them and so he just loads the game with skepticism and caution. She nods at him approvingly. "When you're done with that one, I'll lend you the second one. I'm sure you'll find the sequel more... interesting, I think."

Nanami pulls out her own portable console and continues the minigame she left off. Every now and then she looks up to check on her classmates if they needed any help but they're too engrossed with their own games, some more loudly than others. Playing games with everyone here is different from her usual peaceful solitude but it's a good kind of different. It's nice, she thinks.

And in this crammed cottage of Nanami's where everyone is busy having fun, she thinks that everything is as it should be.

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was the first creator who I really thought of as an artist FTAG 1 TT DTAG 1 TT IMG 2 TT The first sheet of The Anatomy Lesson. Picture: Supplied A Teen Pumps Iron as a Way to Belong

A bookish 15 -year-old moves into weight training courses and torso construct, and experiences a metamorphosis from twit to titan, reading a lot about himself along the way.”>

My metamorphosis happened this way: In the ugly hot of a May afternoon in 1990, 15 years old and lately shafted by my first lover for a football wizard, I strayed down wall street to my uncles house and procured him weightlifting in the gym hed installed in his cellar. Whether because I was depressed and stood beyond my apprehension or because I was frantic to win back the tenderness of the girl whod just trenched me, I picked up a barbell beside my uncle and is seeking to pump up my noodle arms.

For 30 minutes I followed him through a series of bicep and shoulder practises, aping his form and way, and the sensation that bloomed within me was one akin to birth. A pitch-black loop in karate, a former wrestler and bodybuilder, my uncle seemed to sense that I expected a metamorphosis, a complete reclamation of selfhood. Id return to his cellar the next day, and every weekday after that for two years straight.

It was not something I had planned or could have expected. Twiggy, long-haired, acned and ear-pierced, Id been tagged the unathletic kind with a slant towards the artistic, the lyrical, the romantic. But the baptism-by-iron that I reenacted that first afternoon would alter how I ploy through the worldhow I was viewed by others and how I considered myself.

Perhaps the Giraldi mortals had been hoping for this, because in their own families, as in my tiny working-class Jersey town, aptly appointed Manvillea town that gives you in head of an auto-shop Springsteen balladI was something of an aberration: unmuscled and unmasculine , not a footballer or wrestler, clueless about motorcycles and car machines, ratchets and wrenches. Reared by a single leader and his ultra macho brethren, Id been somehow discovered by literature at the sapling age of ten, was lucky with my Catholic “teachers “, prudent and robust nuns who assured nothing sacrilegious in Homer and Poe, who pressed the lambent verse of the Gospels upon me.

Bookishness was a fact to feel ashamed of in Manville, a happening you continued covert so as not to be outed as a pansy , a coward . I had those town-wide influences on my back, in addition to the pressures of a strutting patriarchal guild, when I began weightlifting with my uncle. We qualified five days a week for 90 barbarous hours, a spitting, sweating, cussing intensity that renovated my sorry body into 165 pounds of bronzed and fluted muscle, into what I dreamt those Homeric fighters looked like on the blood-damp sand of Ilium.

My familys standards for masculinity adhered to the Homeric: humanities were mighty and recollected or else they were feeble and humiliated before the latter are neglect. My uncle and I oppress ourselves for size and strengthsquats, dead elevates, shoulder press, bench presses, inclination barbell sequences, straight-bar bicep curlsand we force-fed ourselves unconscionable amounts of tuna fish, egg whites, chicken tits, viscid protein shakes as appetizing as sawdust. When I returned to school after that first summer of weightlifting people had tribulation remembering me. They poked and clutched at my limbs and shoulders to see if they were real, and my ex-girlfriend eyeballed me with what I could only hope was remorse.

By the time I was paroled from high school, weightlifting had transformed into the fanaticism of bodybuilding. The weightlifter misses sizing and fortitude; the bodybuilder misses those, more, but he approaches his mas the course a sculptor approaches stone. With diet and loads he hones his physique for balance and ratio, for shrink-wrapped skin that discloses muscle striation, the sharp boundaries of muscle tonus. Remember how Ovid embarks his Metamorphoses : My purpose is to tell of figures which have been transformed into influences of another kind. The bodybuilder wants that condition of another kind, wants to look chiseled from marble, otherworldly. Somewhere in War and Peace is an portrait that has never left home: the body as a machine for living . I involved a better machine.

If my bodybuilding was an attempt to earn the honor of my familys hyper-masculine patriarchs, to forge a discern for myself among the manful of Manville, it was also the program of a too-sensitive depressive who seemed incapable of navigate such a risky macrocosm. I wanted to be fortified against whatever malevolent agents were out to harm me. Merely the vulnerable endeavour the metamorphosis Id reached. The mindset of the bodybuilder, his compensatory masculine behavior, is not unlike the thin-skinned masculinity we are suffering in this dark age of Trump: a bluster covering for paranoia, a weak and frightened inner life manifesting in the armor of threats and rhetoric.

The dungeoned lonelines of my uncles cellar no longer worked for me; every bodybuilder eventually requires ended submerging in the faith, a better environment of camaraderie and arousal. I joined a gym just outside Manville “ve called the” Physical Edge, a cavernous room of red and silver free weights and pulley machines, reflects on reflects, scandalous eroticism, coital exercising sighs, aromas of petroleum and sweat, everywhere the iron-to-iron smack of layers under talkers shouting heavy metal, the pre-orgasmic elation of the place, men and women barely dressed ( gymnos is Greek for naked ). For an 18 -year-old Catholic kid whod ceased God and didnt miss Him, it was a carnival of flesh and better than any heaven you could have predicted me.

No Pain No Gain is the bumper-sticker jargon to which all bodybuilders agree, but the lingo doesnt quite get at the degree to which the hurting is a spiritual work, an optimum mode of find alive. Self-crucifiers, we had a religious devotion to pumping iron. We basked the deeply sore muscles after a bout of maniacal grooming. Ours was an of-the-world asceticism ( ascetic derives from the Greek asksis , which instead fittingly means employ ). This pursuing provisioned ballast for the mind. What else did we have to believe in with such passion?

It took a month for me to be welcomed into the sanctum of the monumental, accepted by the clergymen of cast-iron, hardcore men who lived for the edge of bodybuilding, who were forever standing on scales and staring into mirrors. Ovid has Narcissus read: It is my self I enjoy, my soul I look;/ The homosexual hallucination is a part of me. We didnt encounter any delusion at work , nor did we see how lesbian is used in a rather different context.

Despite our desire for womenwe were all of us suspiciously vocal about missing lots of womenthe true purpose of our feeling, wholly concealed from us, was to impress one another, to gain the adoption of other nobility males, and we supposedly ultra-masculine males had be converted into stereotypical females in order to do it. We repined for the approval of men, shaved and tanned our organizations, garmented in skimpy clothes, were obsessed with calories and grams, ever privately anxious about our fragile self-worth, our tremulous gumption of restrain. With each other at the Physical Edge, we made a show of hollers and high-fives , not unlike those syndicates of teenage young girls who embrace one another at the plaza with howling brio.

Many of us had gynecomastia, what we called bitch tits , nodes of fatty tissue beneath the nipples caused by an excess of anabolic steroids. Your mas is looking for the right testosterone-estrogen ratio, so when you spate your blood with synthetic testosterone, their own bodies cooks up more estrogen in its quest for homeostasis, and more estrogen aims, among other things, the physical traits of a girl. It symbolizes tits. Some among our digit croaked for the purposes of the scalpel to untie the humiliation. The acne harvested by steroids, the high blood pressure, the bitch tits and frequent headaches: tolerable the effects of trying to meet the Western better standards of male glamour, much the path anorexic maidens become famished, hirsute, dreadful in their quest to be loved. The male bodybuilder and the female anorexic are opposite and extreme manifestations of the same culture press: gentlemen will be strong, maidens will be thin, or both will be nothing. The equivalence of genders is nowhere more evident than in a gym.

My three-year jaunt through this underworld of iron didnt outcome overnight but coincided with my leaving Manville for college. My redemption has not been able to be available in a gym. I discontinue feeling remorseful of my unmanly devotion to literature, and began to comprehend that a blustering manlines is usually the inverse of what it claims to be. Still, I dont regret those years , not one iota, and I often miss the men and women in search of something bigger. We wanted to be totems, objectives of veneration and admonish, of the extraordinary and the occult. A tired psychologist will tell you that we wanted these acts because we were internally minuscule people with the psyches of hurt birds, and I dont deny the detect of accuracy in that affirm. But the more exciting assessment are liable to be this: We required sexiness and seduction and exhilaration, some denomination with the sacred in a culture that no longer acclaimed the hallowed, and, above all, we wanted kinship. We wanted to belong.

William Giraldi is scribe of the tales Busy Monstersand Hold the Dark, and is a contributing editor at The New Republic. His newest book is a memoir, The Hero’s Body.

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was the first creator who I really thought of as an artist FTAG 1 TT DTAG 1 TT IMG 2 TT The first sheet of The Anatomy Lesson. Picture: Supplied A Teen Pumps Iron as a Way to Belong

A bookish 15 -year-old moves into weight training courses and torso construct, and experiences a metamorphosis from twit to titan, reading a lot about himself along the way.”>

William Giraldi is scribe of the tales Busy Monstersand Hold the Dark, and is a contributing editor at The New Republic. His newest book is a memoir, The Hero’s Body.

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A bookish 15 -year-old moves into weight training courses and torso construct, and experiences a metamorphosis from twit to titan, reading a lot about himself along the way.”>

William Giraldi is scribe of the tales Busy Monstersand Hold the Dark, and is a contributing editor at The New Republic. His newest book is a memoir, The Hero’s Body.

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