#sometimes the universe aligns for us. once in a while.

[deesseshesca]

PAC: What does my life look like once I hit my full potential?

Hope I make it out of here.

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PILE 1

Oh, bestie, I feel you on this. Balancing hustle and chill vibes is so important when you’re in that “level-up” era, especially with the Lovers card as your overall energy—it’s giving alignment and divine choices. Here’s the tea:

First, trust that this new career opportunity isn’t just a job; it’s a gateway to something magical. Your next lover is literally waiting for you on the other side of this. Like, how iconic is that? The universe is basically screaming, “This is part of your glow-up!”

But let’s keep it real: grinding too hard can mess with your flow. So, schedule your downtime like it’s a business meeting—whether that’s journaling, bingeing your fave show, or vibing out with a playlist that makes you feel main character energy. Chill time isn’t lazy; it’s necessary. You can’t pour from an empty cup.

When it comes to hustle, think of it like this: show up and give your best, but don’t overthink it. Be intentional, not overwhelmed. Remember, the Lovers card is also about harmony—so treat your hustle like a love story. Be passionate, but know when to step back and breathe.

And here’s the real plot twist: this opportunity isn’t just about meeting them. It’s about meeting the next, more evolved version of you. They’ll love that version of you, and so will you. So take the leap, but keep your soul soft. You’ve got this. ❤️

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PILE 2

Okay, imagine this: when you hit your full potential, your life looks like the perfect balance of confidence and rest. You’ve worked hard to know your worth and never settle, and now you’re living in a way that matches that energy. Think quiet mornings in a space that feels so you, reflecting on your growth while sipping your favorite coffee—unbothered and untouchable.

But here’s the thing: getting there doesn’t mean you’re grinding 24/7. You’ll learn that slowing down is the power move. For example, instead of saying yes to everything, you’ll get super intentional about what aligns with your long-term goals. If an opportunity feels off or doesn’t match your vision, you’ll confidently pass, knowing that better things are waiting.

That self-love you’ve mastered? It’ll make you a magnet for respect. People will see how deeply you value yourself and will match that energy—or they’ll fall off, and honestly, you won’t care. It’s like you’ll finally be surrounded by relationships, jobs, and opportunities that deserve you because you’ve set the bar so high.

Here’s the practical advice: stay open to adjusting your plans, even when it’s uncomfortable. Sometimes, what looks like a setback is actually setting you up for something bigger. For example, if one path feels blocked, don’t fight it—pivot. Trust that your ability to choose yourself will always lead you to the right place.

And don’t forget to rest without guilt. It’s okay to take breaks to recharge because that’s when your best ideas will come to you. Picture yourself booking a solo trip, splurging on the nicest accommodations, and using that time to dream even bigger while staying grounded in gratitude. You’re leveling up and protecting your peace, and that’s the ultimate glow-up. 🌱✨

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PILE 3

Alright, picture this: once you hit your full potential, your life is like a perfectly designed blueprint, executed flawlessly. You’re running the show—waking up early, knocking out your goals, and moving through life like you own it. Your schedule is tight but purposeful, and everything you do feels like a step toward something even bigger.

You’ll probably have this fire inside you to keep starting new projects—like launching that dream business or taking on leadership roles that actually challenge you. People will look at you and think, Wow, they’ve really got it together. But behind the scenes, you’ll know it’s because you’ve built systems for yourself that work. For example, you might have a weekly ritual where you plan every detail, from career moves to self-care, so nothing feels chaotic.

That being said, you’ll need to make space for the unknown too. Life won’t always go exactly as planned, and that’s okay. Think of it like this: when things feel uncertain, don’t freeze up. Instead, take a moment, check in with yourself, and adjust. For example, if a big opportunity comes up and doesn’t look like what you expected, lean into it—it might just be the thing that pushes you further than you imagined.

And here’s a practical tip: track your progress. Maybe it’s a journal where you write down your wins every day, no matter how small, or a calendar where you block out “me time” just as seriously as work tasks. The key is staying grounded while keeping your eyes on the horizon.

Your focus on success will still fuel you, but it’ll feel balanced. Imagine being so confident in what you’ve built that you can finally relax a little, knowing that your foundation is unshakable. You’re not just surviving anymore; you’re thriving. And it’s all because you created the structure to let your ambition flow without burning out. 💡

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PILE 4

Okay, so here’s the vibe: when you hit your full potential, your life is gonna feel like this beautiful balance of self-love and success. But here’s the thing—you’ve been carrying a lot, especially with your sibling’s struggles. It’s tough because you want to help, but you have to realize that in order to become the best version of yourself, you have to put yourself first. And I know that’s easier said than done, especially when you love someone so much and want to see them thrive.

You’ve been trying to fix things, trying to heal others, but you can’t keep pouring from an empty cup. You’ve been holding onto a lot of emotional weight, and that’s been draining you. It’s okay to step back and focus on your own growth. I promise, you’re not abandoning anyone by taking care of yourself. In fact, the more you work on you, the more you’ll be able to help them from a place of peace.

But it’s gonna hurt a bit—letting go of that guilt is a process. You’ll have moments where you feel torn, but trust me, your potential and your future are calling you to take care of you. Your dreams, your goals—they matter, and they deserve your attention. It’s about putting boundaries in place, even if it feels hard at first.

You might not have all the answers right now, and that’s fine. You don’t have to have it all figured out, but you’ll get there. Things will come into focus when you start giving yourself permission to live your life without guilt. It’s gonna feel so freeing once you realize that your own peace and happiness are the foundation for everything else to fall into place.

So take it slow. Focus on your journey, even if it means you need to step away from the chaos a little. You deserve to put yourself first, because the version of you that is fully healed, confident, and at peace is going to be the one that thrives and makes all those big dreams come true. Your success starts with you, and you’re worthy of every bit of it. ❤️

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[seat-safety-switch]

You might think that unicyclists and car people are mortal enemies. After all, cars have four (or more) wheels, and unicyclists make do with just one. Thing is, though, both of us are oppressed by the most powerful force in the universe: people who own bicycles.

In my city, we have lots of bike lanes. They're great! Bicyclists stay on them and I don't have to worry about driving over them every time my ball joint fails at trotting speed. Unfortunately, some of them have gotten mad at one-wheeled and three-wheeled conveyances in "their" lane. The law very clearly says "bicycle," one spandex-clad attorney claimed, and the city grudgingly agreed. Suddenly, the fuzz were out in force, ticketing circus performers and probably also whatever other kind of unicyclist is out there for daring to use the twos-only lane.

This meant that the unicyclists were forced back into traffic with me, the most important road user of all. While watching them weave frantically back and forth in the lane made me reminiscent of my own battles with wheel alignment and suspension geometry, I felt sad for watching someone so oppressed. Besides, they don't have any spare tires on that sucker, if they drove over a goat's head they'd be walking home. That's when it hit me.

No part of the law stated that a "bicycle" has to have both tires on the ground at the same time. With just a few dollars of advertising spend, and a surplus pile of heavily-corded 13" snow tires from my backyard, all the unicyclists were back in the bike lane. Sure, they looked kinda goofy riding around with a car tire wrapped around their waist, but it was enough to spook the cops into leaving them alone. And for me, I was finally able to once again enjoy being stuck in interminable car traffic without having to worry about driving over some guy who can't even afford handlebars. Sometimes, making people very angry is a reward in and of itself.

[jeezlouiseoncheese]

yeah, I know that “the Fears work differently in TMAGP” and all, but isn’t it weird how much the Eye (for the most part) seemingly doesn’t? Like, lots of the fears in TMA had cults and roles and practices closely tied to their existence, and only the Eye gets to keep both the Institute (and, assumedly, by extension the Archive, which is already established as something core and closely important to the Eye outside of Jonah Magnus’ involvement) and its Archivist/s? Heck, it even keeps the tape recorders, despite them being so closely tied to the Web in TMA— while the rest of the Fears become more and more muddled together, the Eye as a Power seems to be far more separate and powerful.

The other entities left may have semblances of avatars, but none of them represent one clear Fear anymore, not like [ERROR] clearly represents the Eye. I mean, what is Mr Bonzo? The Stranger? The Flesh? The Slaughter? None of the “externals” fit clearly into one or the other, beside maybe Lady Mowbray. And even then, she’s got cannibalism mixed in, so there’s hints of Flesh again. And to add onto that, none of them seem to understand what they’re doing. Sure, most of them understand that it feels good and they want to do it, but none of them seem to understand what’s behind it. We haven’t met any cult fanatics with strange powers or people who use their patrons to their advantage. There’s no apparent Smirkes or Leitners trying to understand or catalogue them, not counting whatever the OIAR’s trying to do, given that’s probably at least partially led by the Eye itself with jmj and FR3-D1. Meanwhile, whoever or whatever [ERROR] is, they clearly understand their role. Their purpose seems a lot clearer than the other Externals, clearly connected with the tape recorders rather than being done just out of a need to feed or for murderous fun. Not to mention Eye-aligned things have always had more clear roles and purposes as opposed to other avatars— we don’t get examples in TMA of Eye avatars or entities outside of the Archivist(s) and the Pupil of the Eye, to the point (in my opinion) I don’t think there are any. Ink5oul doesn’t know why she does what she does, and she’s terrified. [ERROR] clearly understands why and what it is, even if we the audience don’t know that yet. I think it’s clear to me that the Eye may have been tricked in order to get out, but it still has some power above the other Fears in this universe. It’s still early enough that the other entities don’t have cults who know their names or establishments that serve them in secret, but the Eye already has the OIAR through FR3-D1 and jmj. It’s already watching. It tried something with the Magnus Institute already, it’s already planning things. Usually that’s the Web’s job, but we haven’t really seen much Web-adjacent stuff. A little addiction related things, sometimes a little creepy-crawlers and losing control a little, but nothing obviously Web (at least in my opinion). No spiders (sad. My arachnophobe brain misses being spooked by that in audio form), no manipulation, no grand plan you can’t— okay maybe a little of that. But it’s not as huge a focus as all the Eye stuff is, which is… weird. The rest of the fears seems to be grouped up together as more of a conglomerate of “Externals” that the OIAR (which is very Eye-aligned atm) “works” with in some way (interesting dynamic there. just reinforces the whole “the eye has the power still” idea for me), but the Eye remains separate.

Just makes me really curious how that’s going to develop once these Externals get more clued in on what they’re feeding.

[c-t-r-l14]

Tennesee Waltz

“I remember the night, and the Tennesee Waltz

Now I know just how much I have lost.”

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Synopsis: You introduce an old friend to Xanthus.

Based off of this post.

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You were never one to believe in soulmates. That concept simply never made sense to you. The notion that some “universal force of nature” chooses the person that is “perfect” for you, how it ties an invisible red string of fate to you and your lover's pinky finger—forever making you two bound to each other for all eternity—was simply ludacris.

Sometimes, when you were out with your friends, they’d talk about how they met their lovers, and how they just instantly knew that they were the ones. And they’d say it with the tenderness, warmth, and certain fondness of love swimming in their bright eyes. You’d watch how their bodies swooned with adoration, how the corners of their lips were lifted up into a smile of utter enchantment. As you sat there, watching them whisper and swoon about how the “stars aligned for them to be together,” with their hands on their hearts—their bright, love struck eyes gazing longingly at the sky—you couldn’t help but think that for a moment, for just a moment—how nice it would be if the theories of “soul-ties” and “soulmates” were real. But, as soon as those thoughts came, they vanished just as instantly—fading away from existence like the steam that permeated from your hot cup of tea. Although it was a nice thought in theory, it was absolutely ridiculous in practice. There is no destiny, or “path of fate”, when it comes to falling in love. There are no “outside forces” pulling the strings behind the scenes—no cupid or Eros to shoot an arrow of love in your back. You simply meet someone, get to know who they are, fall in love, and eventually settle down with them. A completely natural process—one with no red strings attached. And for a little a while, that’s what you truly believed.

That is, until you met Xanthus.

You were drawn to everything about him—his air of mystique, and his beautiful golden hair, how his bangs fell over his forehead and framed his pale face, how his eyes of red seemed to sparkle brightly with the radiance of rubies—and how his thin lips seemed to form the most gorgeous smile you’ve ever seen. You loved the way he held you in his strong arms; the way you melted in the cocoon of his warm embrace. When the evening made way for the night—when the red, orange, and yellow hues morphed into a midnight blue, you’d be comforted by the faint sound of his breathing and the smell of cologne lingering in the air; and as the night made way for the dawn, your heart was filled with so much bliss—so much happiness—simply because you were lucky enough to wake up to him sleeping beside you. You thanked your lucky stars every time he used you as his muse for any new book he composed. Your body felt lighter than air when he recited the sonnets he wrote for you. You beamed brightly every single time you posed for any painting he’d create in your honor. With him, the world was bathed in pink hues—bursting with absolute beauty.

And, on one clear night—without a single twinkling star in the sky—when there was nothing but the luminescence of the full moon hanging over the city, he held your hand tightly as he stared into your eyes, and said to you:

“Dearest, my love for you is deeper than the deepest depths of the vastest oceans, and is as plentiful as the stars in the sky. It extends to even the most remote regions of the universe—reaching a distance above the very heavens itself; a devotion so strong that it breaks the concept of time. Whenever you’re around me, my heart sings—a simple song morphs into a symphony whenever I look at you. You bring me comfort on my darkest nights, and laughter in my lowest moments. You’re a beacon that melted the ice of my once frozen heart. And that is why, I want to be there for you—for as long as you allow me to be.”

You can practically hear the fast paced thumping of your heart beating loudly in your chest. And your vision blurred with tears as he reached into his pocket.

“I promise.”

In his hand sat the most beautiful ring you’ve ever laid your eyes on—complete with brilliant red rubies encrusted in the golden band. Ruby red—the color of his eyes. Your mouth, although quivering—quirked up into a smile as he slid the ring onto your finger. And he smiled back as he took out another ring, with diamonds that shone with the luminance, beauty, and color of your own eyes—sliding it on to his own finger.

You let the tears flow. And, on that clear night—without a single twinkling star in the sky—you two shared a tender kiss under the ethereal glow of the full moon hanging over the city.

It was a moment that you cherished for a long time. But even as you stood there, staring lovingly in his ruby red eyes, his face and blond tresses bathed in the pale white glow of the moonlight—you still didn’t understand what your friends swooned and sighed about.

Because despite the immense love you felt, and the sweet aroma of romance wafting through the air, you still didn’t believe in soulmates.

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As you ascended the long staircase, you nervously fiddled with your hair, trying your best to give your whole ensemble a finishing touch. Your stomach was swimming with apprehensiveness, and a bit of anxiety as you got to the top—your heart thumping wildly in your chest as you came face to face with the large ballroom. You huffed as Xanthus chuckled with pure amusement.

“Dearest,” he laughed, “there is nothing to worry about. The way you look tonight will take everyone’s breath away.”

“Thanks, Xanthus, but this is the first time I’ve ever been to a ball! We’ll be dancing in front of people, too. I have to make sure I don’t mess up.”

He chuckled once more. “We’ve danced with each other many times before; it’s not really anything to fret over.”

“Okay, but the difference is that people will be watching.”

“You worry too much, my dear. You’ll do wonderful.”

He gave you a reassuring smile as he offered his arm to you, and you took it—smiling back as you both sauntered into the ballroom.

You were taken aback from the level of absolute grandeur that encompassed every single inch of the ballroom. The silk velvet drapes, which were the color of old red wine, cascaded from the ceiling to the ground—their gold trimmings almost sweeping against the marble floor—its own tiles embellished with swirling patterns and geometric shapes. Frescoes—paintings that were vibrant in colors and rich with lore—adorned the high ceilings as it stretched far across the room. And, in the center of it all, was a crystal chandelier looming overhead—casting a beautiful, soft glow—almost as astonishing as the moonlight that engulfed you and Xanthus just a few days prior.

The room was filled with people who were dressed to the nines—opulent gowns and dresses that cascaded all the way down to the floor, grazing it as the women walked. Men dressed in their best suits and tailcoats, standing with nonchalance as they carry on a conversation with the person talking to them. And, besides from the magnificent harmonies melted together by the woodwinds, percussions, and strings played by the live grand orchestra—the quiet sounds of excited chatter, laughter and clinking wine glasses filled the air. However, within the sea of fancy dresses and tailcoats, you spotted a familiar face—one you hadn’t seen in what felt like a million years. Still as beautiful as they were on the last day you saw them, their smile as radiant as ever—their laughter loud and full of life. And while they did go many names, you chose to call out the one that was most familiar to you.

“Love!”

In an instant they caught your gaze, and their own eyes lit up as you two made your way over.

“Well, I’ll be! It’s been so long!” They exclaimed, grabbing your hands and squeezing it.

“Too long!” You laughed, “Oh, and before I forget—Love, this is Xanthus.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Love,” Xanthus said—with a certain softness in his tone as he extended his hand.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” they responded shyly, shaking it.

And for a moment, they both stood there, staring into each other’s eyes—almost as if they were in a trance, or under some sort of spell. But, there was something different in Xanthus’ gaze; while it was true that he had looked at you with adoration and astonishment swimming in his eyes, there was something very unfamiliar about the way he looked at Love. There was a certain something in his stare—something that never appeared when he looked at you. And, that very same something gleamed in Love’s eyes.

Enamour.

Suddenly, the excitement that swam in your stomach—and the warmness that filled your heart froze over. You opened your mouth to say something, but then the live orchestra started playing a song that made all the women squeal and drag their dates to the dance floor.

The Tennessee Waltz.

Xanthus pulled away from you, and took their hand.

“May I have this dance, Love?”

“Yes you may,” they giggled.

You watched as they sauntered to the dancefloor, hand in hand, never once letting the fire of captivation fizzle out of their bright eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to call after them, because even if you tried, the words would get stuck in your throat. So, you stood there, and watched from afar as they waltzed.

You watched as the melody consumed them—never taking a step out of turn—always on beat.

You watched as they laughed when Xanthus gave Love a twirl—his smile so wide that his teeth were showing. He never smiled at you like that.

You watched as they still held each other close, even when it was time to switch partners. They danced as if they were in their own little universe.

And, while the orchestra played the finishing note, you watched as they both shared a tender kiss, bathed in the soft glow that was casted by the chandelier looming overhead.

Your heart clenched, and a pain that burned like a wildfire consumed your chest. With great haste, and blurry vision, you ran out of there. The ballroom air was suffocating; it was filled with their new found love, and the scent was so thick and strong that it was getting harder to breathe.

You stumbled into the ballroom garden, and let the tears flow—heaving sobs and broken cries filling the atmosphere. It was a clear night, without a twinkling star in the sky—with nothing but the luminescence of the full moon hanging over the city. You cried under the very same sky your darling Xanthus declared his love for you.

The night you believed in soulmates wasn’t the night he recited his first sonnet to you. It wasn’t the night he used you as his muse for his first book, or when he made his first painting. It wasn’t even the night he gave you a promise ring, vowing to stay by your side for as long as you’d let him.

No, the night you believed in soulmates was the night Xanthus found his.

The night your friend stole your sweetheart from you.

The night they were playing the beautiful Tennessee Waltz.

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A/N: Sorry this took so long, I had so much things to do. I’m glad to be back! Have some angst!

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[adorastarot]

What will change after the 14/10/23 eclipse in Libra? PAC tarot reading

Hi loveliessss! I have basically spent 2/3hrs on this reading because the energies are just insanely INTENSE today!🌒🌕 This reading will cover the changes that will come into your life after today's eclipse but also cover what's been happening in the present.

“This eclipse is in the sign of Libra and alignment with the South Node of Destiny, so we may be releasing outdated perspectives and bringing in new ones — particularly in relationships”

How to choose a pile: Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Ask the universe if there is a message that you need to hear right now. You may either hear a number or be drawn to a pack once you open your eyes!

If the message doesn't resonate then it may not be for you.

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Ok so my dear pile number 1, as soon as I tried to tune in with your energies I felt my hands go really cold and my chest go warm. The picture chosen for this pile is perfect because that’s how I felt as I connected, the air is cold and the temperatures have dropped but your heart is warm and there is a cosiness in the air as winter approaches. As the cards started to come out, suddenly I was surrounded by noise and I started to panic a little bit. This tells me (even without any cards) that there may be a lot of people in your life right now trying to speak up and share their opinion uninvited and you need to tell them to take care of their own business instead of worrying about yours. Also the songs “I was happy for a while” by Blackbear just came to my mind.

"Cause when I think of us, I always seem to smile 'Cause I was happy for a while, I was happy for a while, yeah And sometimes, love will leave you even when it's right But I was happy for a while, and I don't know how I'll smile again"

Ok, let’s get down to the cards and see if we can make sense of all of these messages that I am getting with the help of the cards ahahaha

2 of swords, the devil, 5 of pentacles, 4 of pentacles, page o cups and 6 of cups

You may have had to make a very hard decision in regards to love, this can be romantic love, friendship but also family! You have made a decision recently ( in the past month) that took a toll on you and it was a very hard boundary for you to add to your life. It seems like this past relationship could have cost you a lot?! Whether it is time or money, and you didn’t want to be bound to this person in a way that felt unhealthy and one-sided. However, it could be that you have been keeping these things a secret from those around you and because no one knows what truly happened, an what this person truly did to you, they are all trying to drill some sense into you or just making a lot of noisy about a situation that they know nothing about. This has been painful for you because you still care a lot about this person, but you know it is best right now to add some distance to your relationship. This eclipse is going to allow you to shut everyone down! It is going to enable you to tell others to back off and focus on yourself again and your own opinions and needs instead of feeling pressured. This is likely to have been an ongoing cycle in your life which you are finally getting rid of after this eclipse. It’s time to focus on connections that allow you to shine instead of those that keep you isolated. If people from the past try to come back into your life, embrace them with open arms instead of being scared. Reflect on the connection of the past whilst enlightening them on the person that you have become. Friends come and go, but they can always come back after.

Pile 2 my lovelies! As soon as I connected with your pile, I felt very nervous…or anxious for what is to come.  I also felt a strong pain in my neck and my head. Whatever it is that you are worried about, it’s not worth you sacrificing your physical well-being over! It’s time to take care of your emotional well-being instead and you will see that things will fall into place a little bit better. I feel like a star is being born with your amazing energy right now - you are finally becoming who you are meant to be…can you feel it? Do you see and feel the changes that have been happening? I don’t know but today music is just coming to me?! So the lyrics that came through for you are Up&Up by Coldplay, in particular:

“See a pearl form, a diamond in the rough See a bird soaring high above the flood It's in your blood, it's in your blood Underneath the storm an umbrella is saying "Sitting with the poison takes away the pain" Up and up, up and up it's saying”

The empress, the sun, the fool, 6 of pentacles, 9 of cups, 2 of cups

OMG I WANT TO CRY - ok ok. You have been sitting with blame and feeling guilty for way too long. Do you think that sitting with guilt will make it go away? Do you think that you deserve to be in pain because of things that you probably haven’t even done and aren’t guilty of doing? No!!! Being in this pain is not helping you at all nor is it helping your situation. Little star, this eclipse is going to be your breakthrough. It is going to be your chance to shine bright and the universe is going to throw you back into your destined path because you are worthy of so much more than you are letting yourself experience right now. You have so much light in you and you need to find it. Be more spontaneous and focus on doing the things that you want to do - there is no wrong answer. Right now you only have yourself to blame for the way your life is - but you don’t even deserve it! You are guilt-tripping yourself out of success and even love. Within the next year I feel like your soulmate is going to come into your life so you need to get back on track to success. Protect yourself and your energy, sometimes taking the first step is enough, you don’t need to complete the whole journey straight away. Allow things to fall apart right now and trust that nothing can touch your energy apart from yourself. Choose to protect your energy.

Ahhh I had to take a break before starting pile 3 because pile 2 really killed me energetically! Ahahaaha, but so welcome everyone to pile 3 and thank you for being here! If I was going to describe this pile with 1 word it would be - HOPE! You guys are all hopeful and may recently have started wearing either warmer colour or warmed-toned colours and surrounding yourselves with these colours too. However, there is a lot of coldness as well surrounding you and it feels like you are trying to be hopeful regardless of all of the bad things that have happened and most of them do seem to be in regards to your love life. Your song my dear pile 3 is IDK yet by Alexander 23, in particular, the lyrics:

“How can you miss someone you've never met? 'Cause I need you now, but I don't know you yet But can you find me soon because I'm in my head? Yeah, I need you now, but I don't know you yet”

7 of wands, 5 of cups, 2 of cups, 2 of pentacles, 2 of wands

Pile 3, my heart is crying for you, I am not sure this is recent, it feels like it’s been ongoing for years to say the least but you have been hurt so much in the meanest ways imaginable. I feel like you invest in relationships and in people very easily - almost blindly. You invest everything that you have and you easily imagine a future with these people but then…they all somehow end up disappointing you which makes you wonder if it’s you? Why do these people keep disappointing, is it you? What are you doing wrong and how can you change it? You are starting to be hopeful about romance again though, trying to get out of the hopeless energy and hoping knowing that there is someone out there for you. If this is not romantic then you may still be on the lookout or a platonic soulmate who won’t stab you in the back. After this eclipse, you will be able to find the balance between giving too much of yourself away and hiding away from new people. You have not been able to balance yourself yet but after today it will come easily to you and you will allow yourself to move forward and get rid of that cold energy around you - choosing instead to leave it in the past.

All the love🌕

[astarionposting]

tell us more about ren she’s so pretty i need lore

Hello anon!! I am so flattered u want to know more about her! Ren is an alternate universe version of my usual Tav. I’m much better at storytelling visually, so I’ll explain some of my visual choices I’ve made for her character, which contains a bit of the lore I have created thus far. (also thank u for the excuse to just create a character dump post for her lol - i spent way too much time on this)

content warnings: mentions of dissection, scarring one's own face, unhealthy obsessions, stalking, religious trauma... just general fucked up Bhaalist things. + spoilers for BG3

EYES

A keypoint in her design are her eyes; Ren has the same eyes as The Dark Urge's Fiend butler, Sceleritas Fel, reflecting her origin as a creation of Bhaal Himself. Similar to other creations like her and Sceleritas, she was made with the purpose of serving and assisting Bhaal's Chosen.

SCARS

The right side of her face is deliberate scarring of her own doing during her priestess "training". Her body scars, however, are the result of the experimentation performed on her in her early training days. These experiments are often done with the purpose of making unnatural "improvements".

HANDS

I really love how Scarlet Witch's fingertips will stain black as a result of her use of the Darkhold's chaos magic spells, so I took that inspiration and headcannon that Ren's hands/arms do something similar from her "training" as a priestess of Bhaal and her use of necromancy/shadow magic and rituals.

For her general aesthetic, I was mainly inspired by the concept art for Bhaal for BG3 and this art of a priestess of Bhaal. She often wears a large dusty cloak over her usual gown. Placed on the top of her cloak, she will also sometimes wear a crown of thorns, mimicking the "spiky" style of common Bhaalist attire. During their time in the temple, before the events of BG3, she often adorned her face with a broken piece of a human skull. Since her coat is quite heavy, she walks a little hunched over… kind of like a creepy gremlin. Additionally, she will wear a small Bhaalist charm at the collar of her cloak.

Underneath, she wears her typical black gown; the top half resembles Orin’s carapace and blends into her skirt, with leg slits for better mobility, of course! When she isn’t wearing her cloak, her hair is loosely tied back and styled into a collection of braids, accessorized with Bhaalist jewelry.

*Keep in mind I am not a lore expert in terms of D&D deities or Bhaalist lore in general. I took some stuff from the forgotten realms wiki but also just made some stuff up lol, so this NOT D&D or BG3 lore accurate.

Also, again, warnings for unhealthy relationships/obsessions, as well as brief mentions of torture but not in detail.

THEY ARE BHAALISTS THEY HAVE ISSUES!!!!

Similarly to Sceleritas Fel, Ren has a lot of "care" for The Dark Urge. She favours him over Orin, and often clashed heads with her... but of course I have to have some doomed yuri content too!!!!!! so maybe they kissed once or twice >:) (but waaay before the events of BG3) Her "training" as a priestess of Bhaal consisted of torture, religious indoctrination, and extreme mental corruption/manipulation, especially by Orin. As implied before, she faced experiments in order to "improve" her usefulness to Bhaal and His Chosen. As a result, she is not the most stable person you'll meet. She is mainly chaotic evil aligned, however, her final loyalties will always lie with The Dark Urge, and she is accepting of his resistance/redemption path, as well as his acceptance/murder hobo path. She is essentially a certified Real One (also doesn't rlly vibe with Bhaal after he kills her evil Dragon boyfriend yk). The tadpole in someway also helped "release" her mind of Bhaal's influence, and while she is still an obsessive and violent girlie, she can be persuaded to not be a total murder hobo and sometimes even decides on her own to go against Bhaal's wishes (she still cool with murder though). As I previously mentioned, Ren was created by Bhaal to assist His Chosen in his duties and leading the temple, as most priestesses/priests of Bhaal do. She is more of a companion and advisor to The Dark Urge, rather than a servant like Sceleritas Fel. She is deeply (obsessed) "in-love" with The Dark Urge, and supports him over Orin. A while before the whole tadpoles, absolute, blah blah blah stuff, her and Orin had a brief history, but it was moreso Orin's jealousy of what Durge had. Her in-game class is a Bhaalist class mod! It is very fun so far, and she just levelled up to level 3 and can now has the ability Verminous Metamorphosis, so she can turn into a… RAAAAT!! 🐀 sorry, Astarion :( However, I see her as a combo of this and a death cleric of Bhaal. In terms of how her story is going in the BG3 campaign, i still haven't fully fleshed anything out yet! I would assume she would have a large impact on Durge's memory loss. Maybe she will have her own gaps in memory, but knows they have a reason to go to Baldur's Gate. As for other durge events, I believe she would be proud of The Dark Urge for such a "beautiful display of gore!" after Alfira night lol. I'm still undecided if I want to do redemption or murder hobo durge... I don't want to kill Isobel so I'm probably going to headcannon that Bhaal tasks The Dark Urge with killing her, as a way to test if he is "losing his way", or if he cares more about the life of a "mere servant of Bhaal" than his own "birthright" as Bhaal's Chosen.

For now I am just going with the flow of the game and doing some fun photo and gif series of Ren and Durge's adventure in my Durgetav playthrough!

Face preset | hair | scar | eyes | makeup + bloody lips | body tattoo & autopsy scar Orin top, arms + legs | dress + accessories | cloak | hood + crown/mask | lingerie

♡ PLAYLIST

dividers made by me with canva; graphics by @/brand314195326 and @/dhtgip. screenshots by me ♡

[jennsterjay]

Prowler Hobie x Miles Headcanons

Normally in fanarts Prowler Hobie is taller than regular Hobie, but in this au I'd like to think this Hobs is taller than Miles but shorter than regular Hobie (because every Prowler is shorter than their Spider-Man counterpart in my mind) (laughs in short Miles G)

This Hobs is from Miles universe Earth-1610B, so he's American and his style and fashion sense is more close to Miles'

Hobs fell for Miles twice. Once on their first meeting when Spider-Man webbed him up (but he didn't know it was a crush yet), and twice when he met Miles at Brooklyn Visions Academy before he found out he was Spider-Man.

This guy has so many hoodies. Does Miles eventually steal some? Yes (More like Hobs shoves some into his hands, in the name of upping his game. Totally not to give him  boyfriend hoodies of course)

After Spider-Punk meets Hobs the first time, sometimes Hobie will randomly portal nearby wherever he is and start joking around with him / pulling him into shenanigans. I imagine their shenanigans play out like regular show episodes. Sometimes Miles gets pulled in too

The first time Hobs meets Miles G (Prowler Miles) they try to act cool / see who's the coolest in front of Miles because they both secretly have a vegeta complex and immediately start talking about tech and gear and then go to G's house to play Street Fighter and Tekken (Miles laughs and knows they're both nerds and weebs). Miles G is definitely trying to play the 'gotta make sure this guy is a good match for my bro' card here, and Hobs is like 'I can't believe Miles has rizz in every universe'

Canon event theory is flaky at best, but everyone knows every Prowler is fated to create the most god awful FL studio beats known to man. Hobs tries to impress Miles by playing some of his self produced music and it takes everything in Miles not to laugh or say its trash because Hobs has the biggest smile on his face and looks proud of himself

Them falling asleep with Miles' head on Hobs shoulder on the Metro train because they're too beat from a mission to swing / parkour back to their homes (Metrooooo)

Hobs shows Miles some of his graffiti art around the city while they're suited up, and that night Miles takes a risk and trusts him enough to lead him to his secret spraypaint mural of his uncle and the other spiders at the abandoned train station. Hobs is in awe and they have a heart to heart and Hobs helps him remaster some of the art and also add his own stuff too

Hobs starts showing up more and more around Miles, and Rio and Jeff think they're secretly dating. Rio and Jeff hit Miles with the 'Son we love you no matter who you love' and 'So you and Hobs huh?' And Miles does a record scratch in his head and says 'Wait what are we talking about right now??'

Cue Hobs with the "Its a pleasure to meet you Mr. And Mrs. Morales" and then when he sees the Morales' relax more, Hobs grins to himself like 'Yeah I got this in the bag'

When they're already dating and it's Miles' birthday, he takes Miles around the city to show him graffiti murals he made of Miles' face with Sunflowers and murals of Spider-Man. He ends the date with them on Miles' rooftop and Hobs takes out his Bluetooth speaker and Hobs starts rapping a song he made for Miles (and the beats he made are actually fire this time too!!) and Miles is awestruck. He was in love before, but he's even more in love with him now.

Combined team attacks (after Hobs alignment starts leaning more towards neutral/good) where Hobs throws Miles like an arrow towards enemies or Miles uses his webs to launch Hobs up in the air to do flips and attacks and stuff to defeat the villain of the week. Cue being surrounded by enemies and they're back to back in a fighting stance and when the first move is made they fight together effortlessly and so well it's almost like they're dancing. Cue the victory poses.

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Hobs may have become the Prowler because he had to, or maybe he didn't have a choice, or maybe he did it because he had someone he had to protect, but ever since meeting Miles and being saved by his heroism, he's finally been given the one thing he's always ever wanted. A choice.

[arkacarian]

Ripple Star Fairy Headcanons Part 2!

By the request of more people than I expected

You can (and should) read part one here!

- Fairies make a very unique chittering sound when happy. The shiny crystal collect noise? Not actually the crystal, that’s Ribbon!

- They aren’t that good at using their legs, despite being some of the only creatures in the universe to have actual legs. Most fairies just choose to flutter around because walking is tiring

- Fairies love to perch on high places! This can be up on top of shelves, on fences, rooftops. Pretty much any elevated place. They’ll also sit on the head of a certain artist. Adeleine doesn’t mind though. She enjoys when Ribbon does that

- They’re a lot stronger than you’d expect! Your average fairy can carry something up to 10x their own weight! And because flying doesn’t tire them out, they can carry it indefinitely

- They all have some form of magic. Usually it’s nothing more than harmless little light shows for normal fairies, but royal fairies have a much more diverse and more powerful spread of magic

- All of them hate rainy weather. It makes their wings too wet to use. Usually they’ll stay inside, but if they have to go out, they’re awkwardly using their legs and dressed in big raincoats. Despite the always warm and sunny weather of Ripple Star, it doesn’t rain often, so this is usually only an issue when they’re off planet

- They love being scratched under the chin or on their backs. Unsurprisingly, they’re also fond of belly rubs

- Young fairies will often gnaw on crystals. They can’t eat them, but they still chew on them anyway. Some claim that different crystals have different flavors

- Fairies are all very affectionate! They love touch, hence why they sleep in piles. They aren’t overbearingly cuddly and warm to someone they just met, but once they get to know them, they basically become a magnet

- They’re very emotionally intelligent and good at picking up on how others feel. Natural empaths

- Fairies all love music and other arts! Music is definitely their favorite, with many fairies taking up song making in some way and others doing kinds of dance. Ribbon is a proficient ribbon dancer, of course. There’s also often festivals held at the palace centered around music

- Fairies are quite literally made of magic. They come about when two fairies who are in love just… are. A couple can just be sleeping and in the middle of the night be woken up by the chirping and chittering of a child made from pure magic and love. This is also how royal fairies are born although it’s just the Queen by herself, because the royal family is all one lineage

- They have a lot nectar-based drinks and really enjoy the taste of the stuff (it’s also sweet, which they love)

- When young, fairies will cling on to their mothers to fly around, because their wings are still drying

- There’s always a fairy who’s designated to be the Guardian of the Crystal. The Guardian is often a noble and is able to use the crystal to make it a weapon and armor that aligns with them. Or it’s Ribbon, who is technically a noble…

- Ribbon was found as a very, very newborn baby orphaned outside the palace by Ripple, who immediately took the young child to her mother. Ribbon was raised by the former queen and, while not considered part of the royal family, is seen as a fairy of nobility despite nobody knowing who her parents actually are

- Ripple was the first fairy, let alone royal, to need glasses in a very long time

- Ripple Star has a lot of cave systems that form all sorts of crystals, even some that are considered “unnatural” in other places! A lot of fairies make jewelry and most of them at least own some if they don’t wear it, and Ripple Star sells a lot of it to other planets

- Even though Ripple Star is neighbors with Shiver Star, fairies and humans never interacted until Adeleine showed up

- Sometimes they’ll chase and catch small bugs, just for fun. They always just gently put them back where they found them though

- Fairies have a phrase unique to them: “crystal strong”. It means being nigh unbreakable and able to be put back together even in the darkest times. It’s usually used about friendships

[lane-ys-world]

I Stand, You Stand, We All Stand for My Stand In

Second chances are what you make of them. And sometimes what you make of them is the exact same mistake that caused you to need a second chance in the first place. We are, all of us, blessed with a certain amount of self-preservation, usually enough to ensure we don’t accidentally walk head long into a wall, but some people are not quite as blessed as the rest of us and so they do things that would make you question rationality because, you see, common sense isn’t all that common.

Being in love is usually deemed a cornerstone moment in life. A moment where the stars align, and the universe suddenly makes some semblance of sense. But what would happen if you were to fall in love with a part of someone, a feature, and then later realized that the feature you fell for does not belong to the person you thought it did? Well, I’d like to believe that you would be greatly disappointed by that knowledge and the resounding heartache from that revelation, but I don’t think you’d be outright crazed… would you?

Well, that isn’t what Ming thought was prudent. Upon finding out that the back he’d been drooling over for years actually belonged to a man who no longer wanted anything to do with him, he lost his right mind… but I’m getting ahead of myself. This story isn’t entirely about Ming, it’s mostly about Joe.

Joe has the worst case of bad luck this side of Pluto and it seems he’s okay with letting patterns repeat themselves.

Joe is a ray of sunshine. He is the brightest, sunniest, cutsie-est person in the known universe and he’s got the brains of a golden retriever seeing a new tennis ball. Joe is an orphan. Joe is also a stunt double for a well-known celebrity. The celebrity is a little douche canoe, but I’ll get into that a little later. The celebrity has a soon-to-be brother-in-law named Ming. Ming is secretly in love with said celebrity. The celebrity is pretending not to know about this little crush and starts dating Ming’s sister… DRAAAMAAA!

Ming finds out that Joe is the celebrity’s stunt double after accidentally hugging this man in a dressing room because he confused him with his crush. Joe has a raging crush on Ming and is not afraid to show it. Ming and Joe start hanging out, Joe sneezes a lot when they hang out (hahaha, iykyk), and – as expected – Joe develops feelings for Ming and, though Ming feels the same, he refuses to admit it and instead decides it would make more sense to push Joe away.

While all of this is happening, Mr. Celebrity is feeling high and mighty now that he is about to marry into a stupid rich family and decides to start treating the director of the new movie he’s supposed to be in like garbage. So, the director, having had it with that idiot, decides to promote Joe to the lead of the movie and toss the celebrity to the side.

Tong, the celebrity, is not pleased with this development and decides to sabotage Joe via Ming. See, by the time this all goes down Joe has established that Ming is using him as a replacement, a place holder, for his true love – or who he thinks he’s in love with – Tong. Joe makes it clear he wants no part in being Tong’s ‘stand in’ both on and off the big screen. Ming, who clearly has never been taught boundaries in life, does not do well with being rejected and decides it would be best if Joe never debuts on the big screen and, in doing so, helps Tong secure his position in the movie he’d been flip-flopping all over not three minutes earlier.

How does Ming accomplish this? Well, by kidnapping Joe, of course. He keeps Joe locked up during the most important moment of his career and because of this Joe loses his position in the movie, as well as the trust of the industry. He’s blackballed by the time he can even get word out that he’s still alive because everyone thinks he just bailed. Once it is made clear that Joe no longer has a place in the industry in above board roles, he finds a job in a not so legal production where he ends up flying over the edge of a cliff and meeting a swift end…

Except that’s not the end! Joe wakes up a couple of years later in the body of another person named Joe – what are the odds? – and this guy is also in the entertainment industry though in much smaller productions. No, seriously, what are the actual odds!?

Joe 1 now has to navigate the life of Joe 2 with the memories and emotions of his old body but the face and family of this new body. You’d think with this second chance Joe would find himself a nice, quiet office job, get working and keep his head down but instead – right there in the hospital – Joe reconnects with someone from his first life who draws him back into the industry.

Now, because Joe was in a coma for as long as he was, his new/old mom racked up debt and, in order to keep her safe and make the debt go away, he starts agreeing to do things that put him squarely back where he was to begin with… in the celebrity’s shadow and in Ming’s crosshairs. This time around, however, he has the foresight to not let himself fall head-over-heels for someone who he believes is clearly not in love with him and so he is cold and distant, even as he begins playing the role of Ming’s mistress. Ming, on the other hand, fully believes new Joe is old Joe with a new face, and even though that’s true, how could anyone admit to that? How would you even go about explaining that in a rational, believable way?

Now, even though Ming fully believed that the new guy was his old love, he couldn’t prove it, and he also didn’t really want to believe it because that would mean admitting that Joe died, in large part, due to what he and Tong did to his career. Ming wanted to be able to look Joe in the face, his old face – that is, and tell him how sorry he was that he did that to him. He wanted Joe to see the torment that he’d been going through and in that vein, Ming did something he swore up and down that he would never even consider doing. He jumped into the entertainment industry with the hopes that Joe would see his face on the big screen, or the dozen and one billboards he was on and think “Now might be a great time to reconnect with that guy who used and abused me again, just to see if we can start something new from the ashes of my destroyed life,” I suppose. But fate dealt the both of them a different hand and with that came a new set of rules to this game called life.

There was only one person who knew for certain, from jump, that Joe was Joe and that person technically had nothing to do with Joe. I’m going to refer to him as the Mountain Spirit Man because there is truly no other reasonable way to describe this person. He is a shaman, who lives out in the woods or up a mountain, or something.

Either way, he has a foot in both in the world of the living and the world of the dead, so he likely knew about this wandering spirit but I doubt it would have raised any flags for him if Ming had not – "coincidentally" – found him and started hounding him about Joe’s whereabouts because his body had still not been found after he went flying over a ledge from a motorbike stunt he’d been attempting for that shady-as-all-hell company.

Anyway, the Mountain Spirit Man is the one that tells Ming that Joe is here but also not here, which is why Ming started suspecting new Joe of being old Joe, and I can't imagine the name helped either.

Joe, actively, tries to convince everyone in his life that he’s a hapless little stand-in but soon the cracks start forming and his former self starts shining through.

First, with his stunt work, then with this association to Ming – because that was always going to cause a stir – and finally with him visiting the graves of his former parents. That last one is when he gets caught by his friends and has to explain, in full, how in the hell all this happened… like he would even have a clue how to explain his soul jumping into the body of a dude who unalived himself and left his body up for grabs.

At this point, everyone and their mothers – everyone who is important anyway – know that Joe is Joe and are acting accordingly. And by accordingly, I mean Ming is his love-bombing, sugar coating self, Joe’s one friend is still pining after him and the other friend is warning him away from Ming’s family for fear that what happened before would happen again and Tong is spitting with rage at the fact that Ming is no longer worshipping at his alter.

The 'holier than thou' prick that he is, Tong decides to take it out on Joe… for no freaking reason other than that he is the closest person to Ming at the moment.

So, now we’ve circled around to Tong. Tong has always been aware of his effect on Ming but he liked that he could string him along more than anything else. Everything that he said had been met with an enthusiastic “Yes, P’Tong!” from his dutiful fan.

From requests for money to asking Ming to kidnap a stunt double so his career would be preserved, but nothing was lower than when Tong tried to use his unborn child as a bargaining chip with his in-laws after he royally screwed up and had some very bad people coming for his head.

Tong had been making bad deals, with money he didn’t have, for projects that never quite materialized. Because of this, he was in constant need of large amounts of cash. Now that Ming was no longer chasing after him, and his now wife wasn’t given free reign of the greater family finances, he went the loan shark route to getting his borrowed riches and used his career as leverage.

When even that wasn’t panning out the way it should have been, the loan sharks got fed up with playing nice and they told Tong they wanted their money – with interest – or his head on a pike. Tong tried getting Ming on his side, Ming said: “I warned you, you’re on your own!” So, Tong goes to Joe, hoping he can convince Ming to ‘see reason’ and they end up being ambushed by the loan shark’s lackies who end up taking Joe in place of Tong because they just look so damned similar from the back.

Anyway, they go into hostage negotiations and things do not turn out the way they were supposed to and then Joe ends up being shot which lands him back in the ‘in between’. The places between life and death. Here, he is given the option to pass on, to go into the light and hopefully be reborn far, FAR away from all these people and the dangers they represent but Joe hears Ming pleading with him and regardless of anything else going on in life – or death, apparently – Joe would do just about anything to be with Ming. So, he jumps back into his body, and they live happily ever after…

I hated it! I hated this ending!

There are almost no consequences other than the loan sharks being taken to jail.

Tong’s money problems are solved by Ming’s dad – who turned out to only really hate Ming and Joe’s relationship because of how broken Ming was the first time Joe disappeared. Ming’s sister forgives Tong even after that man threw divorce in her face and then used their unborn child as a bargaining chip to try and extort money out of Ming. Joe forgives Tong for constantly treating him like trash and then putting his life in danger AGAIN. Joe had already forgiven Ming by the time he gets kidnapped, so there’s also that. The only thing missing here was glitter and a bright pink bow! How was everything just so perfectly tied off?

Anyway, I suppose that’s what second chances signify, right? The opportunity to be forgiven with the understanding that things will change for the better. And hopefully, they'll stay that way.

[lividcryptid]

Wish fulfillment timeeee

I’m rewatching Black Butler since the new season is coming out in March, and I wanted to draw my persona (she/they) in the series. I used to do that a lot when I was younger too so it’s kinda nostalgic in a way haha

Some goofy info of my sona in the black butler universe:

Normally, they’d go by the name “Cryptid” since it’s the closest thing to what they are. In this universe, they’ll probably go by an alternate name since they realized that “Cryptid” isn’t a normal name. Maybe they’ll go by Cecilia cause it starts with C

They’re a witch who works in a small medicine shop in one of the smaller towns near Phantomhive Manor. It’s the closest she can get away with magic and potions without seeming too suspicious. Though, time and time again she’ll supply the underground world with powerful potions and posions.

Following up from the last bullet point, Cecilia aligns with chaotic neutral the most. She doesn’t question the reasons why humans would want to buy her poisons, but she finds it pretty amusing. Humans can be so careless with what they want.

Cecilia is a major yapper and will barely shut up. Whenever someone (cough cough Ciel or Sebastian) wants to stay quiet, they just shove candy in her mouth and hope for the best. Along with that, she has a habit of uh- breaking into the Phantomhive manor whenever her store is quiet. The servants are used to it by now and just lets them wander around. They aren’t a major threat anyways.

Their favorite shape is a heart, so those motives are present throughout their outfit. (That’s just in any universe tbh hahshaha)

Her favorite people to be with are actually Prince Soma and Agni. Yes, Cecilia will always follow Ciel around because of his missions, he isn’t the best conversationist. She finds Prince Soma quite funny to be around and enjoys talking to him whenever she can. Agni also helps her out with cooking cause uh,,,,,she has a 50/50 chance of making her food good. Potion making is one thing, but cooking is a whole other science that she can’t handle. They find Agni remarkable and a noble man.

They have stolen Sebastian’s cat once. A gray kitten crawled out of his closet and found Cecilia as she climbed into the manor window. Thinking that the cat distribution system chose them, they scooped up the furball and walked around with it all day. Sebastian found her with the cat and scolded their ear off about it.

The witch sometimes sees Ciel as a younger brother. He’s a traumatized boy with no proper adult figure in his life (Sebastian isn’t a good adult figure tbh 💀💀💀 bro is a manipulator). Yeah sure they sneak into the manor once in a while, but they’ll always keep an eye out for him and try to socialize with him as much as possible. He doesn’t go out often.

Sebastian and Cecilia has an on and off kind of relationship. Sebastian is aware that Cecilia is not human, but can’t put a finger on what exactly is she. He’s also annoyed at the fact that she sneaks into the manor almost every week. On the other hand, Cecilia is jealous at the fact that Sebastian is way too perfect, especially at cooking. He blends in with society extremely well, yet gets to pass off his powers as talent.

Anyways here’s the giant list! More ideas will come to me eventually and I’ll just post it without sketches

[mwebber]

"I think I'm dreaming," says Mark Webber, eighteen year-old Almost Professional Racing Driver, as he dips the blonde in his arms under a harsh spotlight, the rest of their surroundings shrouded in darkness. He's in a suit—a nice, expensive one that he saw in a shop window while exploring London the other day and could never think of affording—and somehow, he knows how to dance.

"What makes you think this is a dream?" The blonde is a classic beauty, but their features flicker between masculine and feminine, like Mark's brain can't settle on who they might look like. Sometimes, she'll veer close to his manager's exasperated expression, or Kylie Minogue's smirk. After a blink, he'll look like a boyish rock star, some punk skater kid off the streets.

Their accent sounds distinctly German, though. What's with that?

Mark tugs the blonde upright again, and they go easily with the movement. Around them, the red fabric of their dress, or suit, or whatever, floats gracefully in the air, like they're in zero gravity. The two of them have been dancing on nothing. Nothing looks an awful lot like a pristine red carpet from his peripheral vision, and more like an ocean of stars when he glances down.

"Well," he smiles, rocking in place with his partner to a piano tune from nowhere. Something jazzy, but maybe it's not jazz. What does he know about jazz? "It's definitely not real."

Honestly, dancing without gravity isn't hard at all. He tries a twirl, and the blonde spins obligingly before joining their hands together once more.

"What does real mean?" asks the blonde, casually, as they sway. "What you're feeling and seeing, experiencing." Their faces are really very close. Is Mark so desperate for connection that he's dreaming of kisses now? "I think that's real."

The spotlight is narrowing. Mark can't see what's below them anymore, only knows there are supernovas and black holes and the greater cosmos because of the pressure pulling at his limbs from all directions.

He concedes: "So in my head, it's real."

With a disdainful sniff, his partner's face gains clarity, a camera lens twitching into focus. "If you like."

"Oh." Mark blinks. He's dancing with an angel. Stupid, for not realizing earlier. "I didn't mean to offend."

The angel shakes their head. "No offence taken," it offers, not unkindly.

"I was thinking about home before you came, is all." The explanation is a touch too hasty. He adds: "Just moved out, y'see, and I'm sleeping on the floor."

Something under their feet squishes unpleasantly. It's a lone star, none too happy with the way they've danced right onto it. Carefully, Mark guides them away, closer to an emptier strip of outer space.

"This is much nicer than missing home," the angel nods. "Like pin-up girls painted on planes from World War II."

"Exactly," Mark agrees without thinking. "Can I kiss you?"

Even the angel's laugh is beautiful. Maybe that was to be expected. The galaxies around them seem to shudder with delight at the sound.

"You'd kiss a stranger without asking their name?" Its smile is the stuff of—well. Dreams.

"Sorry." Sheepishly, Mark comes to a stop. Neither of them let go, perhaps both unsure if they're allowed to. "What's your name, angel?"

"Angel?" The blonde laughs again, and it's like new universes blossom into existence. "You're sweet. My name is Sebastian."

Planets and stars and moons align. The dark reaches of space have never felt more warm and inviting.

"Sebastian," Mark tries the word on his tongue, and finds he likes the way it rolls over his taste buds. He doesn't know too many Sebastians in his life. Where did he get the name from? "If we kissed, I think we could stitch the cosmos together."

This time, Sebastian's smile carries a tinge of regret. "I'm afraid it's more than space that separates us, my love."

"My love." That's absurd. But something about the endearment feels right, drifting in this endless ether together. "Kiss me anyway."

A kiss goodnight, or a kiss before the morning makes them part ways. Even a kiss to the cheek, Mark would covet and keep safely in his ribcage, tucked behind his heart until he returns to the earth. It's not every day one gets a blessing from an angel.

"Impertinent," remarks Sebastian as they lean in, but it's with a fondness that sounds like it's had millennia to cultivate.

When their lips finally meet, something clicks neatly into place at the back of Mark's mind. He's kissed this mouth before, a thousand times over and counting, in universes that unspool out and away. It's a little confusing at this moment in time: He will kiss this mouth a thousand times over. He was always going to.

When he opens his eyes, the empty walls of his shoebox apartment greet him. His back hurts. He's still fixed in the same cramped position he settled into before he fell asleep, buried in his sleeping bag. Already, his dream is receding to the depths of his subconscious, never to be accessed again.

But the ache of homesickness that's festered between his lungs since he stepped on the plane out of Australia is gone.

It feels something like stardust instead.

[solar-sunnyside-up]

This is probably a weird/highly specific question, but am I a hypocrite for doing extension work as an anarchist? Basically, when I applied for my job, I thought that I would be helping people with applications for Snap througha university, but once I interviewed and got hired I realized that I'd be doing nutrition/food education (which, as a fat person, scared me at first, but most of the material is okay in that regard; some of it is gross, but that's to be expected. I'm not going to regurgitate any of that rhetoric myself and will express as such to my supervisor if needed), which is through both the university and by technicality the state due to us being under Snap specifically. So far I actually think a lot of the stuff we're doing can be used for a lot of good (teaching anatomy, basic cooking skills, how to cook on a budget, gardening, etc.), and the history/original intentions of extension work actually align with a lot of solarpunk/anarchist thought, but I'm wary of the association with the state.

I was working a delivery job and temp jobs before this and facing over 30k in student debt and on state insurance and until a couple months ago living with a highly emotionally abusive family member; now I'm making above minimum wage, on better insurance, can more easily pay my rent, and could potentially get some of my loans forgiven. I know pragmatically that I need this job, at least for a little bit, but I feel like a massive hypocrite.

Any thoughts/advice would be appreciated; I hope all is well :3

K just to simply answer the question right uo front: Your not a hypocrite, your attempting to survive in a hostile system while helping ppl where you can.

Unless your a police officer, a landlord, or like... a politician who takes bribes you aren't able to be a hypocrite at worst your staying alive. And given the situation your in, your doing good work!

As anarchists there tends to be a lot of this black and white mentality

"I'm against the state! And hate both parties so I won't vote!" Is a good example. But it's just not that black and white in reality, that's just being a bystander if all you do is not participate.

But like... we are all ppl fighting the fight where we can. Some ppl have access to giving others help with chores, some ppl have money they can spare sometimes to ppl needing to pay transit fair, sometimes ppl have enough food to donate to someone else. Sometimes we slip piracy links to students and coworkers, and sometimes we can't do anything but shout that something is wrong. All of these tiny acts are just as valid as the next.

Plus, your ultimately teaching vital info, your giving GOOD info! Your giving helpful things to ppl, even potentially filtering out harmful parts to it. If a state must exist, for the time being, then it should at least feed, educate, and care for it citizens.

My advice is: laugh at the idea that they decided to pay someone who'd rip their system apart to educate ppl on how to use the system to their advantage! Sew anarchism into the moments you can. And when you buy yourself a small extra treat bc you get a wage that allows for small comforts whisper "And they paid for this rebellion" with some joy. You've earned it!

[chaifootsteps]

Just think, we could’ve already had HH episodes if it was still indie but Viv just had to get the funds to have broadway stars and big name VAs smh.

Imagine a better universe where Viv is the kind, brilliant person a lot of us believed she was. We're two seasons into Hazbin and season three promises to be better than ever, and it's the perfect contrast to the office comedy/eat the rich story that is Helluva. Spindlehorse is considered one of the most respectable indie studios on the scene, and one of the most well-paying, and there's a lot of collabing with Lackadaisy just because the two studios are on such friendly terms. The original cast is still there, still happy to be a part of the show they all made a success together.

Every once in a while, everyone's schedules align for another HuniCast, and sometimes Vivzie joins them. She tells them she's grateful for them and means it. They love her, and she loves them.

All is well.

[starryknight-dragonarts]

At a young age was traded by his parents to Heatran in exchange for a Heatran forged Sword, whether they were going to come back for him or not after the battle is anybody's guess but even with a sword made by the Legendary of the Forge they still fell in battle and the Sword was lost.

He was raised by Heatran till he was 18 spending his developing years working as his blacksmith's assistant given the name Crane Forgeron. He has the skills to be a truly Master Blacksmith and Craftsman but he doesn't enjoy doing it very much because it reminds him how he was abandoned and traded for a sword. Once he was able to forge his own path in the world he left Heatran with respect for his master and guardian but had no intention of sticking around, he wanted to see the rest of the world for himself and experience a lot of life's pleasures that he missed out on given his job's requirement for discipline. He had enough money to be comfortable for a while or be financially stable if he used it wisely, but he ended up wasting most of it within the first month being away with stuff like drinking and gambling. The one line he didn't want to cross was having unprotected sex. He likes physical pleasure and thinks himself a charmer to the ladies, but he had a shitty childhood because his parents weren't there for him and Heatran wasn't much of the nurturing type, so he doesn't want to ruin his own kids' life by not knowing them and not being there.

He spent a few years wandering around from place to place, got into music as well as mysticism, took up playing the Drums and learned about how the drums could be used to send secret messages, so he started playing on the street making a little money but also broadcasting beats with just his thoughts for somebody else to hear and pick up on, then eventually he got a response and was invited to join a Voodoo Temple. The Temple's members had been using drums for years to send secret information between members to establish meeting because their practices had been frowned upon and demonized in society as Giratina worship and Witchcraft, and then all of a sudden a stranger comes to town playing his own drums in a way that matches their codes but doesn't align with the information they were trying to convey. It confused them for a while before they figured out who was accidentally messing with their signal and that this guy wasn't doing it intentionally, he just wanted to be part of something. Crane felt welcomed by the group and began to model himself after one spirit in particular; Baron Samedi

Allow me to provide a little bit of context: In Real Voodoo there is one supreme god who created the universe but this god is indifferent to what goes on in the world, instead the world is run and watched over by spirits called the Loa which can be prayed to and appeased through specific offerings, rituals, and musical performances. There are at least 232 Loa recorded but potentially more and all of them have their own unique identities; different likes, dislikes, and powers which people invoke them for in exchange for guidance and services, and will sometimes interact with people by possessing a body and taking control. Some of these Loa are spirits that exist within nature, others were formerly notable mortal people like leaders of families or tribes, great warriors, hunters, etc…

Baron Samedi is the head Loa of the Gede Family the guardians of the past, of history, and of heritage and represent the Powers of Death and Fertility. He is essentially the Loa equivalent of a Grim Reaper. Nobody dies until the Baron buries them and then meets then on the other side. You could be saved from dying by convincing Baron Samedi that it is not your or your loved one's time to die yet and he is especially merciful to children wanting to see everybody live out a full and fulfilling life of happiness before they die, meaning because he controls who dies, he also has the most powerful healing powers curing any wound, disease, or cast hexes on anybody he deems deserves to die.

Pokemon does not nessisarily have Loa as Creator Spirits who are part of Nature since they have the Legendaries and the Legendaries are treated more as straight up Gods in a vast Pantheon, but there are multiple mentions around Ghost Type Pokemon that there is a Spirit world, so perhaps this version of Voodoo follows more of the aspect of people who have passed on are able to become powerful spirits who have specific jobs interacting with the Mortal world and can be evoked and appeased by Voodoo practitioners to do certain tasks if compensated correctly.

Maybe this world's version of Baron Samedi is one of many Reaper spirits whose job is to help other pokemon transition from life to death, but unlike classic depictions of a Grim Reaper, Baron Samedi is not nearly as "Grim". Quite the opposite actually, he is known for being a lot fun and the life of the party. He usually appears as a tall man with a face painted like a skeleton or just an animated skeleton himself dressed to the nines in a tall shiny black top hat, dark sunglasses, smoking expensive cigars, wearing a black tailcoat jacket, carrying an elaborate cane, downing bottles of rum, and dancing, shouting obscenities and having sex etc…And in one variation of the good Baron he also rides around in a carriage pulled by a horse who is also dressed like him (Top hat, tailcoat, sunglasses, smoking expensive cigars, so on…) He encouraging people to embrace humor and absurdity in life and in death.

The basic message of Baron Samedi that "Life is meant to be enjoyed" resonated with Crane. He took on the name new name of Crane de Samedi to further connect himself with the Spirit of the Party Baron. He worked with the voodoo Temple moving up to become a voodoo priest of Baron Samedi allowing the spirit to ride him and act through him in the world, but some of the other worshippers started to believe he was actually a mortal incarnation of the Baron himself and became one of the head priests of their sect. On the side the temple helped him go to college earn his doctorate studying Music & Performative Arts, Religious Studies, and Archeology, he was given a role as a professor in the college being known as the fun professor who likes to party and effectively balancing a life of Discipline and Hedonism.

Then one night while he was partying he met a Salazzle named Bellinora Eleaika who used him as a one night stand and ditched, this wasn't the first time he had a passing encounter but he would find out later through the spirits that she had used her pheromones to make him get her pregnant, and was using her male children as slaves. He could not stand for this and left his comfortable life to try to be a father to his children. 19 years later he would eventually find his eldest daughter Kaida La Croix and involve himself in her life…perhaps a little late but better than never.

[preciouslittletoonette]

I've watched a few YouTube reviews of Return to Neverland in the past (spoiler alert all but maybe one or two were being a tad unfair towards it I'm so sorry RTN baby you deserve better no one gets you like I get you <3). And one question that pops up a lot that got me thinking and since I'm posting a lot more Peter in the last 2 days than usual, I figured I'd address the question.

The question is: If flying was really the only way out of Neverland, why couldn't Peter just carry her through the second star and take her back home himself?

And that, to my annoyance, was a pretty valid question to be asking.

Why didn't Peter just carry her back to London?

The first obvious answer to me is that if he did that, there'd be no story. That's the outside world answer.

The in-universe answer was lost on me, until now.

Thinking and confronting the revelation of Peter's character development from the 1st movie to JATNP to the movie sequel and beyond made me look further deeper into the story of Return to Neverland and made me look at Peter and Jane's interactions in a new light. And finally after what has been months of this question haunting the back of my brain, I finally have something close to a concrete answer that I am very satisfied with.

Why didn't Peter just take Jane back to London himself?

It's because he's noticed that there's something else in Jane that's weighing her down that's not just the situation in her family.

One of the bigger but not the biggest pieces of Peter's character that we see got developed and improved was Peter's ability to Read The Room.

In the first movie, he's awful at reading the room. Missing entire social clues and feelings like Wendy's jealousy and anger. In RTN, he catches on to people's feelings rather quickly and can sometimes effectively deal with them (like using Tink's jealousy to his advantage).

In Jane's first escape attempt with the raft, while she's building and checking everything, we see Peter has and is spending a good amount of time watching her very intently. He's so focused on Jane Tink even fails to get his attention. He's busy trying to figure out what exactly was wrong with her. Even while speaking with Jane, he's still trying to figure out what her problem was. He prods, asks invasive questions and watches her body language until he finally figures it out and everything clicks into place.

He sees Jane has lost her faith. Her hope. Her belief. He sees how badly the war has been affecting her and this in tandem was affecting her relationship with her family back home. That's why she wanted to go home so badly. To make things right and apologise. Though yeah, apologising will fix things, it won't get rid of the root of the big problem: which is Jane's lack of faith.

And that's where Peter steps up. He engages with her, banters with her and includes her in on the group. His personal goal is to reignite Jane's faith. And the only way he can see that truly is if Jane is able to fly on her own with pixie dust, which will align with the main goal of helping Jane return home. Even when the stakes get higher and Tinkerbell's life is on the line, Peter still has Jane's best interests at heart by including her into the Lost Boys and letting her let loose in a way she could've never have done back in war-torn London.

And he knows his goal was finally completed the moment he saw her soaring through the sky with the brightest smile on her face, looking at peace. It was then, he knew it was finally time for her to head home back to her mother.

He didn't fight to make her stay because while she's clearly having fun on Neverland, he knows she'll be her happiest back home with Wendy. And if there's one thing Peter wants for all his Lost Boys & Girls (but also especially for the Darlings), it's for them to happy and hopeful.

TL;DR: Peter didn't let Jane leave because he can see she's unhappy and hopeless, so he tries to cheer her up and reignite her hope and once it's reignited, only then does Peter help guide her home.

[therainscene]

I’m still swishing the time travel theories around in my head -- we Bylers enjoy letting ourselves get distracted by the beautiful queer coming-of-age romance, but the sci-fi plot is important too! -- but I do want to address some common misconceptions I’ve seen floating about in the wake of the Stranger Writers’ A Wrinkle in Time tweet.

(Disclaimer: This post is NOT a criticism of anyone who’s using A Wrinkle in Time as a springboard for S5 speculation; it’s just an explanation of how extra-dimensionality works as a general concept, divorced from any work of fiction that’s employing it as a metaphor or plot device. That said, I’m not a mathematician or a physicist, so take this all with a grain of salt.)

We sometimes refer to extra-dimensional realms such as the Upside Down as “dimensions”, but strictly speaking, dimensions are not themselves alternate realms (or universes, as I’m henceforth going to be calling them for the sake of brevity) -- they’re a property of universes.

A dimension can be thought of as a line, or a single axis on a graph.

Our universe consists of three spacial dimensions (up/down, left/right, back/forth), and one temporal dimension (past/future).

Imagine a universe with two spacial dimensions that exists upon the surface of a piece of paper:

The arrows indicate the freedom of movement our 2D friend has: they can move in the green directions of left, right, back, and forth, but they can’t travel in the red directions of up and down. Indeed, up and down are utterly alien concepts to them: they can’t see or even imagine the reverse side of the page, the table upon which it sits, or you looming ominously above them.

If you were to place a cube on the page, all they would see is a square magically popping into existence.

A square can be thought of as a 2-dimensional cube. 4-dimensional cubes exist too; they’re called tesseracts. If a 4-dimensional alien were to place a tesseract atop our 3-dimensional universe, we would see a normal cube magically pop into existence. Tesseracts are great illustrations of extra-dimensionality, which is probably why A Wrinkle in Time and other stories tend to use them as metaphors for extra-dimensional travel -- but objectively, they’re just ordinary shapes like squares and cubes.

Now imagine you have an entire stack of papers, each of which contains a 2-dimensional universe. Again, our 2D friend has no way of perceiving any of the other pages.

But while our friend may not be able to perceive these other universes or travel to them under ordinary circumstances, they can cheat by creating a hole or bridge that enables them to make a 2D journey through the third dimension:

Likewise, the gates in Stranger Things enable the characters to make a 3D journey through the fourth dimension in order to access the Upside Down.

So far these examples have only dealt with spacial dimensions, but the same principle can theoretically also apply to travel across time -- time is just another dimension, after all. In the below illustration, each page represents not a different universe, but the same universe at different points in time:

There are lots of ways to model time travel in fiction, and this is only one of them.

Here’s an interesting alternative: let’s say another universe is identical to ours in every way, but which is positioned such that its time dimension isn’t perfectly aligned with ours.

Travel to that universe would thus take the appearance of time travel without inheriting any of the usual causality problems that tend to come with time travel -- once you’re done fucking with the past in universe B, just jump back through the portal and return to universe A and its pristine history:

This isn’t too dissimilar to what we saw Nancy figure out about the Upside Down in S4. Could this be what Henry (or even Will?) has been doing? Hm, maybe... but that’s for another analysis.

There’s no guarantee that any of this is actually how extra-dimensional travel works in Stranger Things -- it’s a work of fiction and the writers can make up whatever rules they like. But Mr. Clarke’s flea and acrobat explanation does seem consistent with what I’ve described, so I think this is a solid starting point for S5 speculation.

Regardless, I hope this made sense and helped clear things up for anyone who’s been struggling to wrap their mind around this concept!