#there's also a small part of me tempted to go in and create a world state where Solas in Inky didn't get along at all (through the cards)

[rindemption]

Da4 is going to be interesting for me, because despite having a solasmance playthrough, she's not the one who pursues him to either stop him or help him change course or support him in his choices.

Ariawen fully moves on after Trespasser. There was already a rift, removing her vallaslin left her feeling like she lost a part of herself, a part of her culture, even if she did it out of trust in him and what he told her. But then he vanished, and the next time she saw him wasn't a happy reunion, even if they parted ways amicably.

She isn't sure she can be what he wants in the future he's pursuing, and she's not sure she has anything left in her to chase him down, either to stop him or continue trying to figure out his point of view. As the Herald of Andraste, the Inquisition took everything out of her. And now she doesn't even have a clan to go back to, no place as a Keeper among the people she was meant to lead and teach.

But her brother, Feyn'ros... he became close friends with Solas, but he doesn't have the same heartbreak she does. Being the Inquisitor both hardened him and taught him significant diplomatic skills; how to listen and find common ground, how to bring people onto his side when needed. He does go after Solas, for both Solas's sake and his sister's.

I'm not quite sure how I'll make that work, having a world state both where Solas was romanced then left, and who has a close friend still on his side. I might just have to play twice and mix the two together.

I already know I'll play twice anyway, I always do, so that might be the way.

[ewreckedshin]

Aventurine x reader ~ cat cakes [caked up cat]

Description: Ruan Mei has been working on a special creation, one that can help her create a sentient life through... indirect means. She gifts one of these products to Aventurine, a wealthy buyer who purchased 3 of her normal cat cakes. Aka I've made yet another plot to insert cat-girl sex

WC: ~2k

Warnings: NSFW, mostly smut, honestly long overdue, tempted to buy the pajamas in that art just so I can pretend Aventurine is gonna spawn in my room at some point then I can give him the clothes to wear, unedited

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Head swirling after his encounter with Sparkle, Aventurine was not in the mood to answer the knock at his door

Nevertheless, he lazily swings open the door, masking his annoyance with a forged smile

It was a young delivery guy, who was so intimidated talking to Aventurine of the ten Stonehearts that he immediately set down the boxes and ran off after muttering a rushed introduction

Ruan Mei, the seller he bought from, had left him a note on one of the boxes

Dear Aventurine,

I am pleased that you have taken an interest in my experiments. For your multiple purchases, I have included an extra product in one of the boxes. This one is quite “special” as it is able to maintain a human form for certain activities. It is my gift to you, but you are also doing a service for me by testing out my newest experiment.

With gratitude,

Ruan Mei 

Shutting his door, he muses over the contents of the letter

He first unboxes the regular cat cakes, smiling at the irony in front of him

“Black cats, huh? Are you little ones going to balance out my great fortune?”

He then opens the special package…

To find nothing but you, another black cat nestled within a pastry case, blinking your eyes cutely at him 

“Don’t see what’s so different about this special product”

He gently lifts you out of the box, and you discover that his slim pretty fingers are calloused despite their manicured appearance

“Can you speak?” 

You sink your fluffy body into his hands, enjoying the feeling of dangling from a pretty boy’s arms.

“...Meooow.”

He shook his head, blond hair falling into his pretty eyes as he chuckled at his own question. “Of course you can’t, what a silly question.”

He fondly pets your head and scratches behind your ears, causing you to trill out musical purrs at the sensation

Aventurine collapses on his luxurious bed and scoops you onto his chest

You could hear a soft vibration in his chest as he spoke, making your small body buzz from the movement

“Sometimes it seems like the more luck I bring to myself, the worse the situation around me is. Almost as though there’s a limited amount of luck in this world and I’m taking it all for myself”

Curiously, you knead your paws into the silky material of his black pajamas

He simply stares at you with an empty smile on his face, a touch of something vulnerable underneath his practiced expression.

He closes his eyes and presses his forehead to your smaller furry one. Up close, you could see dark circles under his eyes. He was beautiful, despite his face being the picture of fatigue

“To be special…”

He trails off at the end of his sentence and loosens his embrace on your body

Soon the room was entirely silent save for the quiet breaths that escaped his parted lips

You stretch out your limbs and nimbly pull yourself out of your cake shell, stopping to stare at his closed eyelids. Cattish eyes followed the movement of his breaths and a subtle flutter of his lashes revealed something wet sliding down his cheeks

You wanted to call out to him, to just do something to console the sleeping man

Simultaneously, a familiar burning sensation spread within you, one that occurred whenever you were within proximity of a human for long enough

Almost as though it was nature’s alarm, reminding you of the reason for your creation

You nimbly pull yourself out of your cake shell and shift into your human form

Fully naked too (why would there be clothes?)

Aventurine lets out a small grunt from your sudden change in weight but remains asleep

Flipping yourself around, you sit your cute butt on his chest and crawl your upper body under the covers, hands clumsily fumbling around to find your target

You hear your destination before you realize it; as your fingers brush against a bulge, a muffled surprised gasp vibrates from his chest against your bare pussy 

The heat within you continues to grow as you squirm and squeeze your thighs around his shoulders to quell it. 

Your eyes tear from frustration when you’re unable to figure out the strange human contraption that blocked you from his waiting cock

You rest your head on his muscled thigh and mouth his clothed bulge, wishing that you weren’t so dumb and useless

Low moaning noises rose from the man behind you, which you were taught was a good sign 

You give his dick kitten licks and sloppily drool all over his expensive pants as you mimic sucking motions 

Subconsciously your hips buck into his chest, rubbing your slick into his heated skin above the unbuttoned part of his shirt

All the while your tears continue to fall from your face, feeling unfulfilled from not completing your purpose

You were so focused on your task that you failed to realize the man behind you had awoken

It wasn’t until you felt a hand roughly pulling your hair back that you squealed in surprise, teary eyes meeting an angry bright pink

“I knew it. Everything about that letter was weird.” 

You were resting awkwardly, limbs twisted as you stared up at him with wide, unsuspecting watery eyes. The room was silent as you held your breath out of fear of upsetting him

Too focused on the feeling of betrayal, Aventurine ignores your innocent pleading gaze and pins you to the headboard

“Don’t play dumb with me. What is your actual purpose here?” 

You nervously squirm in his hold, legs still wrapped around his waist. He’s glaring at you but you can see the flicker of his eyes from your face to your bare chest, as well as the still hard bulge pressing against your pussy

“I said,” he hisses. “State your purpose.”

Tears begin to fall from your face, afraid that you’ve let him down. He seemed slightly startled at your tears but didn’t remove the dirty look from his face. Why was he looking so angry even though he was displaying all the correct signs of arousal?

You try your best to decipher his sentences; you only know one word that a pretty brunette lady had mentioned multiple times while training you with various men

“Purpose” you echo his words, before shifting your hips and attempting to grind down on his dick. “Purpose…”

You hold his gaze, hoping to communicate with him through action

Despite his anger, Aventurine was a smart man and figured you must be referring to… explicit activities

“I see. So this is what she meant by ‘experiment…’” 

His eyes glaze over as you watch him get lost in his thoughts; of what this meant, what to do next

Displeased, you squeeze your bound arms out of his hold and grip his shoulders, whimpering as you press your sensitive pussy on his hardness

Aventurine felt conflicted; on the one hand, he disliked being deceived

On the other hand…

“Oh god,” he groans as your heat catches on the clothed tip of his dick

On the other hand, it had been a long time since he last felt the warmth of a woman, nevertheless one who was seemingly so eager to please him

But he knew this was wrong. This was an artificially made creature after all, not even a real person

Still he felt a twinge of sympathy for you as you probably had no choice in your behavior

And he knew what it was like to be in the unknown

He listens to the good of his conscience, gripping your plush thighs and pulling you onto his right thigh instead, ignoring the protest of his aching cock

Gesturing toward his thigh, he guides you to move your hips

“You can use any other part of me to satisfy yourself. I’ll… find some way to return you to your creator afterward”

He knew you couldn’t understand a word he said and if he were being honest with himself he was simply rambling to fill the space, poorly concealing the fact that his pretty eyes were glued to the movement of your wet pussy on his silk pants

Confused, you let out a soft cry and move to paw at his dick, only for him to firmly grasp your wrist and pull you back

You couldn’t understand why he was refusing to have you, this had never happened before

The soft cloth of his pants and firm muscle underneath provided enough friction to satisfy you temporarily

It wasn’t enough, but if it was all you could have…

You give up trying to reach for his cock and instead hump his thigh needily, mewling each time your clit pressed into the muscle of his thigh

Aventurine swallowed hard and nearly gave in as your pussy grinds a little too close to where he wanted it

He watches you with half-lidded eyes, and you swear that you see his eyes glowing for a moment

You let out several gasps in a row, eyes rolling back as you felt your climax approaching

A part of Aventurine wishes that you wouldn’t finish, that you would need his help and beg so that it was you who initiates instead of him

But you let out a few more gasps, and came undone on his hard thigh, pussy clenching around nothing as you catch his cock twitching against his pants out of your peripheral

Panting, you fell against his chest but tears continued to fall from your dissatisfaction

Your walls ached for something thick and hard to fill it, and in that moment it felt like nothing in the world mattered but to fulfill that desire

And in a way that was true, it was all you were made for

“Need…” you whimpered out, gesturing to his cock. You didn’t touch it in fear of being pushed away, instead you communicated your want through eye contact and a single word

Aventurine’s internal conflict had begun to boil, and your desperate pleas were the tipping point 

“Alright baby, alright. You can have me” He gives in, shakily pulling down his pants with one hand while the other keeps you steady on his lap

You nearly drool at the sight of his cock, flushed and painfully hard, slapping against his shirt

“Just this once, yea? Once and that’s all” His voice is all raspy now, attention solely focusing on getting his needy cock into your slobbering hole. 

It was you who couldn’t even speak human, so why did he feel like he was the one about to be fucked dumb? 

Your ears flatten against your head as you felt the tip of his cock against your pussy, and the stretch itself nearly has you crumbling in relief

He clenches his jaw, biting back an ungodly moan at the feeling of your tight gummy walls clenching around his sensitive tip like a vice. He holds still so as to not cum with just the tip in you

You however, were impatient and wanted his cock now. With one swift movement, you sink down on his shaft, a layer of cream and juices forming at the base of his cock where you two were connected

Unable to help himself, Aventurine lets go of the bruising bite he had on his lips and moans a depraved, desperate noise

All thought of how wrong this was left his mind, and all that was left was a persistent echo that told him to fuck into your squelching hole

You had a purpose and you were on the way to achieving that 

The next morning, Aventurine is sleeping soundly with you cuddled up against him when he hears a ding from his tablet

Hello gambler, this is Ruan Mei

I do hope that you are not too angry with the surprise. I’m guessing that you aren’t too disappointed though, as you looked like you could use the extra company. She is the first creature I have made for the purpose of procreation; most of my creations lack this need as they are lab-raised creatures who do not need this function. Feel free to return the product if you were unsatisfied with its… performance.

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Disclaimer:

This is my first fic so uh sorry if he’s OOC >.>

Idk how people work

Or real sex

I just know that I’ve read way too many depraved fics and I need to make my own \(; - ;)\

I swear as I was writing this my thoughts were entirely drawn from prior fics I read and they all just came together to write this horny draft. IT’S LIKE I’M AI

Anyways have a lovely day :)

[dangopango00]

Demonic Features HCS (2)

Om demons HCs + Om demons x gn reader

Pt. 1 (123) | Pt. 2 (Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie) | Pt. 3 (Royal trio) Coming soon (again)

CW: Teeny but suggestive I think. Mostly asmo’s part if anything

A/N: THIS IMAGE IS SO FUCKING KEWYWTTTTT 😭😭😭😭😭 i cant w them ue i am unhealthily attached to this family goodbye world also sryy these are so long, honestly after recharging for a couple days I js started going crazy on the hcs 😭😭

Hcs UTC

Satan: The Unicorn

- I think he should look more beastly overall like hes some wild creature that just emerged from the forest

- His pants should look like hooves like those bellbottom esque fuzzy ish pants like

Shout out to someone in 1545 ig. Unicornis

Also spots should look more like. Horselike like speckled or splotchy

- Has two black stars and one green in the middle on his forehead

1. As a reference to Lucifer who created him and

2. A reference to how biblically unicorns were out of control beasts that could only be tamed by a virgin maiden (honestly im a lil tempted to write a fic of satan x sweet innocent reader but gn. Goodbye even)

- HES A UNICORN HE SHOULD HAVE A UNI HORN PLEAADEEE 😭😭😭 they should be a similar shape to Lucifer’s but one short one and should be able to summon a longer one below where the star diamond is on his forehead is when he gets pissed enough and both should be black with green tips + it would actually make him look more vicious too

- I appreciate them making the little bow look like ribs but I think it would be much cooler if his ribs just were sticking out and wrapping around his body and they were black and green

- Ribs should also have patches of fur resembling flames where they start (near his back or at his sides)

- I also think his tail should have short rugged fur lining the outside and it should get longer at the tip; I’m going heavy on the beast agenda I fear. He may clean up pretty well in his human form but he can’t hide his sin in his demon form cmon now y’all

- Since we don’t see his markings I’m making shit up and I think his markings should be fur lining his back and arms

- Just wanna say I resemble the fur wrap thing because it kinda resembles a horse tail/mane and the gray shirt bc it resembles a rhino (What unicorns in the bible were based on I think)

- A bit insecure about you seeing his demon form tbh. Thinks he will scare you and a little afraid he might do sth he’ll regret if he loses himself; he sees himself as beastly in that form, anger is a hideous emotion and he doesn’t want to scare his loved ones away like he used to when he was first born and always lashed out with full force, scaring his brothers (Don’t get me wrong if he’s angry he’ll show it but he wont let all of his anger out at least not at once and if he has to do sth drastic he’ll first isolate himself)

- Very nearsighted but refuses to get glasses and only wears them when reading (glasses are weakness)

- Bulks up a bit and gains more strength in his demon form frs

- Snarls when hes angry and sometimes sneezes in the middle of his anger often (it would be funny)

- Pact mark is only visible on your temple but internally spans throughout your veins and is not very big but grows the angrier you get post activation; that shit is freaky it can even cover your whole face and put your body in autopilot (like how anger issues people black out) if you get angry enough

- It’s pretty wicked its first shaped like a small spade but bulges like flesh; is similar to tanjiro’s mark somewhat

- Pact mark allows him to enhance your rage by giving you some of his own (can be a pro or con depending on the situation but i mean u can just tell him to stop iykyk policy)

Asmodeus: The Scorpion

- I THINK HE SHOULD BE VAMPIRIC Feeds on sexual energy and life force yk incubus/succubus thingz but he should have the fangies too imo

- Tired of them having collars and looking prim and proper so I’ve arbitrarily decided that his shirt should conjoin with his skin and become kind of like calcharos ult for VERY loose reference; hes the avatar of lust he can be shirtless ish

- IK I SAID NTM ON THE CLOTHES BUT UGHHH Imagine if he was wearing like a robe similar to aphrodite bc its like a nod to his past as a high angel but also how he’s steeped in desire and lust. Like its being held up by the roses, sheer will and the fact that it is conjoined with his skin

- Hc that he is like cupid and can see connections between people SO I think his spine should be lined with like. Arrow-like spines

- Despite being like cupid, he finds it really hard to genuinely connect people and find someone who enjoys his presence beyond his looks and will typically avoid people on his recharge days (he likes partying and being around people but its also pretty draining keeping people entertained which is why he usually brings someone with him. I also imagine this is how he and Levi connect “I guess we aren’t so different after all” type shi)

- He should have a tail. I thought about it for a while and like. ???? Scorpions tails are like their whole thing I think he should either have a tail or towards the bottom of his spines one of them is long enough to resemble a tail (his wings are cool but like he should have a. Tail)

- Tail/spines should have venom

- I think his markings should be connected, like the hearts are good but they should be connected in like a segmented line and wrap around his arm; preferably 7 to represent the scorpions seven chamber heart

- He needs glasses too and he only wears them when they go with his outfit otherwise its contacts (which he also introduced satan to)

- He should have more eyes on his face smaller eyes below his main two that only appear when open (otherwise his face looks normal just with slight slits you’d only notice if u were REALLY staring)

- Very tolerant to weather changes. He still acts like he’s dying but he def doesn’t have it as bad as Levi who is literally dying over there

- Pact mark is a tramp stamp and he won’t stop asking to see it gn. Its shaped like a hollowed heart with a design inside and becomes a spade with a similar design when activated as well as spreads a bit (as all the others do) its very classy and pretty tbh

- Activation is almost like. Erotic? It feels good but its almost like it steals the air from your lungs and makes your chest tighten; its a mix of pleasure and panic (not quite pain because it gives you urgency but not so much that it makes you want to stop) Unfortunately this isn’t something that really wears off but rather wears down and just becomes leas intense as you get used to it/stronger

- Pact mark allows him to shapeshift into you and anyone who you have had a sexual or romantic encounter with

Beelzebub: The Fly

- MOUTHS ALL OVER: A mouth on his forhead where his horn comes out of and the markings spread across his body can open, revealing mouths (def gotta have some on his hands I fear. Can also change the locations of his markings and can consume things such as magical energy through his mouths

- Should be able to create a third horn in the middle of his forehead to make his horns appear like a crown (Lord of the flies had a teeny lil crown its a bit funny)

- Should have more fur aspects like his wings should have fur at the base and around the outline maybe

- His markings should be furry and the fur makes it look like they’re black flames 🔥

- Should have four wings that appear like two until he gets ready for takeoff, to which they spread out real wide

- Ik he’s a really simple guy so his design is simple too but I think he’s just missing some of that demonic flair. He should have insect arms that he can control (they might look like sticks but they’re actually very strong and useful)

- Always wants to be around you. Always. Even though he moves insanely fast he always loops back around to match your pace

- A bit colorblind and nearsighted but is fast enough to make up for it

- Almost never gets sick but he’s usually the one who brings sickness in the house so his brothers have to make sure he cleans off before coming in 😭 (I imagine demons don’t get sick in the traditional way but its typically some behavioral or magical illness like a common cold for suc/incubi causing like them to be less efficient in seducing humans; like how asmo has his power with his eyes maybe his vision gets blurry for a few months/years or it makes HIM fall for the person he was trying to seduce)

- Lucifer has had to ban him from the kitchen because he kept eating food that already went bad especially if he was sleepwalking

- Can make a protein shake/smoothie out of anything !!!! No matter how erm. Odd the combination

- Always rubs his hands together and licks his lips before eating a meal

- I would like to propose….. him being in charge of the Devildom air force like how Levi is in the navy…. Ik ik came outta nowhere but Flies having those big ass eyes gave me the idea to out goggles on him that look like Fly eyes and then I was like ok well what if that was for when he’s flying and here we are

- OK STAY WITH ME NOW. He used to do the equivalent of illegal drag racing but flying and Belphie would always bet on him and thats how they made food money for Beel sometimes until Lucifer shut the whole thing down after finding out bc its a bad look for Diavolo he also doesn’t want his baby brother getting hurt but he wont say that (Belphie thought he was a killjoy)

- To him. It feels like wherever he goes death and despair follow and has gotten stronger and stronger so that no one close to him will ever die again (“I should’ve been strong enough so that the safest place for her would be by my side” -Marius von Hagen [he makes me so emotional]) (If you’re wondering how this is related its because flies symbolize triumph over adversity as well as death and decay)

- Pact mark is right on top of your stomach (above the bellybutton) and it looks like two triskelions (three wheeled spiral) stacked over each other to create six wheels as a reference to his prior angelhood but as well as a nod to his transformation

- Activation costs you a lot of energy and it feels like you’re starving like you haven’t eaten all day even if you just ate a hearty meal (you go back to normal a bit after activation but its a little maddening while its taking place)

- He can possess your body for a limited amount of time (typically only accidentally triggers this power) during this time any damage that his body takes transfers to you and vice versa (tbh this is much more risky for him than you bc his body is extremely strong so he’ll only take minimal damage but it’s a gamble with you)

- He can also steal some of the nutrients from your body so um. I’d be careful of that (he won’t ever actually do it but now that your bodies are connected he can)

Belphegor: The Cattle

- STOP SHOWING HIS FUXKINH EYE BEHIND HIS EMO HAIR/ sorry had to get that off my chest. It coulddd be something that could make him more eerie and off putting like a demon but his whole thing is that he looks cute and sweet but is actually intelligent and dangerous so maybe just. It shows in his demon form only if anything

- He should have a bell on his tail. It would be kewt. Not something he inherently has but he wags his tail in his sleep often so the brothers put it on him so they don’t trip over him (he hates it but he’s too tired to gaf)

- He should be more fuzzy too like having his right arm have an arm warmer rather than that sleeve that doesn’t even look connected like. Also theres a mix of fuzz and thorns on his person. It’s a gamble. Proceed with caution.

- His boots should be more like hooves kinda like what I said for satan but boots and more comfy looking

- They were way too shy with his cow spots imo. I think it should almost look like he has vitiligo (but with more melanin rather than less yk)

- HE SHOULD HAVE A LITTLE EARRING THAT LOOKS LIKE THE CATTLE TAG

- Got a nose piercing (septum I think?) after learning about piercings in the human world but doesn’t use it much anymore

- Nitpicky but I think his horns should end while sticking forward rather than curling out all the way to resemble a bull thats ready to charge

- Appreciating the fact that he has four belts likely to represent the four chambers of cows’ stomachs

- Separation anxiety victim NUMBER ONE. Especially after Lilith died he’s gotten so anxious being without his loved ones and never really wants to leave their sides bc he never knows when they’ll be gone

- He is Beel’s eyes and probably has the best vision in the family tbh 25/20 vision fr

- A lil colorblind though; affects his drawings and when levi asks him to doodle with him he always uses a unique set of colors (hes grabbing at them randomly)

- Likes to just watch his brothers socialize and be with them. An observer in his own home. The only reason he gets out of bed everyday is to see the people he cares about most

- Likes silly little puzzles, games and toys like rubix cubes and bouncy balls n shi but gets annoyed if you just give it to him and expect him to play by himself like !!!!! Keep him company !!!!!!!!!

- When he was trapped in the attic Lucifer would sometimes bring him enrichment toys and fill him in on current news or just sit there in silence to keep him company while turned away from him (If he looks at him too long he might fold and let him out; he loves his brother but. He thinks this is what needs to be done)

- Pact mark is on your thigh probably snug on the inside and whenever he’s laying on your lap he looks at it and maybe traces it before drifting off

- It probably looks like a symbol of a moon or spiral inside of a sun representing the midnight sun and the neutrality of the sloth sin (a sun that never rises or sets)

- Can sap your energy and make you see hallucinations or make you want to sleep; can probably put you in hibernation as long as it doesn’t hurt you and can eat your nightmares # dreamcatcher

[punksocks]

Pluto in 1st house + Scorpio Rising: Jealousy

So Scorpio rising/Pluto in the first is a really divisive placement to gain perspective on. And of course it is! It’s Pluto after all, and if Pluto is going to do anything it’s going to make a strong polarizing impact. I wanted to share my perspective as a Pluto 1st house and Scorpio rising individual.

The jealousy aspect is very divisive. It can sound conceited to go out in the world with a “they’re just mad because they’re jealous” attitude but I find this is often oversimplifying the experience of Pluto 1st housers/ Scorpio risings. 

My experience is colored by my Scorpio rising so this may not apply to everyone with Pluto in the 1st house, but Scorpio for all its allure and strength is still a water sign. Scorpio placement individuals have gone out into the world and been emotionally vulnerable at some point in their lives. Scorpio (and Pluto) is known as mysterious in part because of all the transformations they have gone through and how many identities they’ve appeared to shed throughout their lives. 

With gemini in the 8th house I’ve often found myself attracting enemies that would be really duplicitous. People would belittle me to my face then copy my ideas and my actions as if I’d be too naive to see that they’re blatantly ripping me off. I put distance in after my boundaries are crossed and that makes those people even more upset.

I feel like every Scorpio rising/ Pluto in the 1st individual has had an experience of someone growing close to them in order to attempt to take some part of the Asc individual away from them. The other side of jealousy is envy, and envy makes some people feel entitled to what they don’t have but feel like they deserve.

Often this envy/jealousy shows up in mimicry. I think Scorpio rising/Pluto in the 1st people dislike copycats because the lack of authenticity really goes against Pluto’s nature of stirring polarizing but authentic reactions from people.

Personally I’ve had these experiences with peers and family and friends. (Ex. I posted something I created to my story and someone at work literally looked at my story, copied it, and took it to our boss to show off their idea… then they got mad at me when I hid my story from them and they and other coworker called me conceited for it… And that’s just a tame example.)

I’ve also had my fair share of people that have tried to “mentor” me into being completely different so that they can control my ambitions and ability to manifest. Which has only made my perception more fixed/stubborn in how I’ve perceived people coming into my life. I used to second guess my assumptions and try to calm my intuition to be more considerate of what other people are going through, as a water rising but I had to stop. Not stop being considerate, of course, but stop letting in the people I sensed were resentful.

So through experience after negative experience I still stay open and positive with all the folks that enter my life for whatever reason, but I keep everyone except very few people at an arms length and out of my plans until they’ve happened. I don’t assume everyone is jealous of me, I honestly still assume the opposite but I’ve learned through a lot of trials that unfortunately envy does manifest more commonly in people that have been in my life than I had hoped for.

But using my Scorpio rising/Pluto in the first house filter for my experiences has saved me a lot of heartache and improved my life a good deal.

Often it turns out that, aside from tried and true loved ones, strangers tend to be the most benevolent and helpful. People that barely know me have been very kind and often impressed by my tenacity and have wished me the best. I believe that’s because these strangers have entered my life with only our small interactions in mind and haven’t been tempted by what they could gain by being immersed in my life. Whatever that may be. (Also, this isn’t everyone ofc just random good people I’m grateful for)

Deep down I still believe in the good in most people and showing at least kindness at first, even if I’m not wearing my heart on my sleeve and being as open as I once was in my youth. And I’m grateful for those that share sincere kindness in turn.

[imaginatorcreates]

The Stars Were Made For Falling

27 June 2024 — 28 June 2024

Summary: An angel and a demon watch the stars fall. It's a lovely sight, if only one of them didn't think that the Almighty was casting out his creations.

Word Count: ~1.5k words

Author’s Note: Inspired by a comic by @glorfy-the-bright-haired-ellon

Also on AO3

It was the night after Adam and Eve had left the Garden of Eden did the angel of the Eastern gate and the serpent that tempted the first humans decide to relax a little in Eden. After all, the Almighty was going to destroy the garden, as the paradise that had been made for the two humans no longer suited them now that their minds had been opened to the knowledge in the world. However, as the angel and demon could conclude, it was still a lovely garden. Not exactly paradise, but lovely nonetheless.

The night blew a mild but chilly wind through the lush greenery, but neither angel nor demon paid much attention to it. For all the effort they put in to mimic the human shape in order to easily mingle with them (at least, once there were enough running around), they didn’t have to abide by the rules set into such a form. So despite wearing nothing but robes, the two weren’t cold.

Aziraphale’s eyes, hair white like clouds and eyes blue like the morning sky, flitted from one bright star to the next in the black of the night. His hands rested on his stomach, one over the other in a relaxed manner that he previously hadn’t shown that morning. How could he relax when he had been losing his mind over his decision to give away his flaming sword? Honestly, he still hoped he did the right thing; it would be disastrous if he had done the wrong thing.

Next to him, arms raised high and hands tucked underneath his head, lay a demon. He went by Crawly, but he seemed a bit unsure about that name. It had rolled off his tongue at the moment, but now that he thought about it, it didn’t exactly suit him all that well. His yellow, serpentine eyes stood out first on his face like two large stars in the sky. They were challenged by a mane of red hair, but it was the eyes that drew one in first.

Despite not needing to, Aziraphale gasped. “Oh look Crawly.” He nudged a finger towards the sky. “Those are new.”

Where there once was a clear night sky with dozens of stars was now replaced by streaks of light plummeting out of the atmosphere. The rate at which they fell was rapid enough to be seen by the naked eye, yet slow enough for one to marvel at it.

Crawly abruptly sat up. He gripped handfuls of grass as his throat closed up. His eyes prickled and the world blurred for a moment before he rapidly blinked. He could still feel the crank in his hands, the intricacies of his notes, the crumple of the heavenly blueprint. He could still feel the words on the tip of his tongue, and the burst of color that erupted from it. It was burnt into his retinas from before time.

I helped build those ones. You could cast me out, but not my creations.

“I believe the Almighty has named them ‘Shooting Stars’,” Aziraphale said, “which I think is rather lovely — ” The angel paused as Crawly shifted and buried his face in his arms. “I say, Crawly?” he whispered.

“She doesn’t care,” Crawly murmured through a faceful of black cloth. “First the questions, then everything we’ve ever done. Gone! Cast out like it’s nothing.” His hand tightened around his sleeve as he hissed, “No more stars left in the sky after this, would that be perfect enough for Her?”

“Crawly…” Aziraphale reached over to rub the demon’s back, then thought better of it and placed his hand back on his own lap. “I’m sure that there are enough stars left that a small handful wouldn’t make much of a difference.”

“But it does!” Crawly pointed at the sky and spat, “I named that one. And that one was part of a nebula several lightyears to the left. And that one is well on its way to becoming a red giant.” He could’ve spent days naming each star, each ball of hot gas that he personally created. Did anyone even understand that he wrote over three million pages of notes trying to understand the concept of matter? What about gravity? And light! He found light to be the most beautiful concept of them all.

And now he was watching the light fall victim to gravity, lost to matter itself.

Aziraphale tapped his fingers on the ground and lightly chewed his bottom lip. He was an angel, meant to do good. The being sitting next to him was a demon, meant to do bad. He would get in trouble for aiding a demon, but if he helped a demon because said demon was feeling anguish…then he was still doing good. He was reducing the suffering of someone else, even if that someone was a demon.

The angel didn’t enjoy having to do all those mental gymnastics to reach that conclusion, but he let out a huff and turned to Crawly before he could back out. “Crawly, if you’re up for it, I want you to pick a shooting star and make a wish.”

Crawly glared at Aziraphale. “Is this a joke? Are you trying to toy with me?”

“No! No, not a joke at all. I’m quite serious.”

A pause, then a scoff. “Fine.” The demon pointed to a particularly bright star as it streaked across the sky and said, “I wish I could hold that.”

Aziraphale nodded. He snapped his fingers and loudly said, “Alright. Your wish has been granted.”

“That’s stupid, Aziraphale. Stars are a ball of flaming hot gas! You can’t just hold it…” Whatever else Crawly had planned to rant died in his throat as dozens of flickering lights started to appear in the air around him. They gently flashed and flitted about, lazily floating past Crawly’s eyes. Only up close did the demon see clear wings, six legs, and an abdomen that was brightly lit up in bioluminescence.

“The Almighty calls these, ‘fireflies’ or ‘lightning bugs’,” explained Aziraphale. “They’re very lovely insects and she hasn’t released them everywhere quite yet.” He shrugged and quietly added, “I thought you might like them.”

If Aziraphale said anything else after that, perhaps a mutter or a gentle exhale, Crawly didn’t hear it. All his attention was focused on the glowing insects that flew around the pair. He reached out and cupped his hands around a larger firefly. He could feel the fragile insect buzz around his hands, occasionally causing a light tickle to be felt. He opened his hands just a hair and saw the insect flickering and fluttering about, looking for a way out.

When he had berated Aziraphale over not being able to hold a star in his hands, he had lied.

He was a demon after all.

He had held a very tiny star before he fell. He had whispered to it that everything would be okay, that he would let it live for longer than the fated six thousand years that the Almighty had planned.

He let the firefly go and it flew away, flickering like a star fallen from the sky on Earth.

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Six thousand years passed, and there were still plenty of stars in the sky. Shooting stars, or as known by its other name of ‘meteor showers’, still frequented the skies. Such a thing occurred tonight with a perfect view in South Downs.

Crowley poked his head out the window after rearranging a lush arrangement of colorful flowers in a vase. “Angel,” he called. “Make a wish.”

“Is it another meteor shower, dear?” Aziraphale called from the living room. His nose was buried deep in a book.

“Yeah, so make a wish.”

“Hmm.” The sound of a book snapping shut echoed before he said, “I wish that a certain someone would finish up soon so he could step outside with me to watch the stars.”

Crowley snorted. “Is that all?”

“Oh, if you’re asking for more, then I also wish that same someone would come over and kiss me silly.” When Crowley turned around, he saw Aziraphale standing in the kitchen. His arms were crossed and he had a kind yet devilish smile on his face. Little bastard of an angel. “I have plenty more wishes in mind, dear.”

Crowley crossed the kitchen and gave the angel a kiss on the cheek. What a nice person he was to do such a thing, deep down. “Then I’ll have to kiss you stupid so I can catch up.”

Across South Downs, and as far as Soho, people saw a clear sky with dozens of meteors flying across it. People also saw dozens of little flickering insects flying past, with them being most heavily concentrated in South Downs. But people who lived near a certain bookshop (it was now almost always closed) swore that they saw a few insects there too, flying in tandem with each other.

As the stars fell from the sky, the fireflies danced on Earth.

[pochapal]

I shall tempt fate!

Thoughts on the thirteenth doctor?

I didn’t like the era much but 13 is awesome imo ^^

[approximately 1 trillion turrets taking aim] okay SO the thing with 13 is that everyone who watched her and hated her was a needless redditbrained loser who didn't understand a thing. yes she was kind of mid in the end BUT not for a single reason any of her detractors like to espouse.

she was on track for a very good slow burn tragic arc of over-correcting twelve's flaws (he got too attached and this burned him over and over and over again) where in her attempts to protect her companions from the same doomed fate as every previous human to enter the tardis she ends up not showing how she really feels at all until it's too late for it to count because whether or not she's attached or distant all humans die in the end and to travel with the doctor is to in part indulge in a death drive because by nature of being a companion it means eventually you are going to collide face first with tragedy. all the pieces for this are there very much in her first two seasons and this reading even explains why the finales were kind of lacking oomph (her distancing in attachment also extended to Being The Doctor on some level; this could have compounded with all the latent Gender stuff real nicely but didn't) since it was kind of all building to one core tragic break.

this likely would have happened in her third season but then covid kind of destroyed production and obviously every ambition/plan had to be downscaled into flux which was like. fine??? nothing really bad to say about it other than it feels a touch truncated but that was mostly due to pandemic filming restrictions than anything else (and will never be as terrible as the parts of the moffat era which suffered extensively as a result of sherlock existing and taking up the lead writers/producers time and effort). only issue with it was that it shifted tone/direction in a way that kept all of 13's era on this same flat note right at the moment when this naturally should have been shifted up a gear for the third act.

unironically in an ideal world we got a full length third season for thirteen and the one thing that needed to happen was yaz dying. like i liked yaz and everything but girlie needed to die so badly in some episode and for her to die thinking that the doctor never actually cared about her, forcing thirteen to realize becoming disattached doesn't prevent tragedy from happening it just deprives her of love. continuing this ideal scenario the next beat that needed to happen was thirteen absolutely fucking snapping as yaz's death serves as the catalyst for all the other billion emotions she's been pointedly Not Feeling in this incarnation - this in turn would allow us to see shades of the rogue doctor or whatever her name was (renegade doctor? fugitive doctor? exile doctor?) and create an interesting interplay between the two. this'd then lead to an "Oh Fuck I Have Really Fucked Up At Being The Doctor Huh" moment where she starts aggressively Being The Doctor (maybe strongarming dan into being a companion semi against his wishes to fill the void?) and maybe fucking with her own history/reputation or w/e which might've fed into the timeless child mystery thing somehow (don't ask me i'm spitballing on half-remembered information). also identity crisis heartbroken thirteen at the end of her life reaching back into herself and re-using ten's face as a kind of "second chance" at all the parts of herself that ten embodied and she didn't (the absolute love for companions and humanity) where the tension is now whether or not fourteen ignores the literal centuries of history separating himself from the last time he wore this face and that feeding into the new rtd era.

even a small number of these things would have made thirteen probably one of the best doctors in the series in all the metrics that really matter but we didn't get that so we have to contend with what we do have and that was mostly just...okay. thirteen for me is like. she was brimming with potential to go down a certain route i would have eaten up but things never quite fell into place. probably a whole bunch of reasons behind the scenes why thirteen's era fell short of total greatness but i still enjoyed good chunks of thirteen more than certain doctors who i can and will name (doctor eleven they could never make me like you) so she has that going for her at least. also can't be fully mad at the writing because i actually have an unjustified soft spot for chibnall (this is my biases talking but the countrycide episode of torchwood top 1 piece of doctor who media and i'm so mad he didn't lean back into the folk horror aesthetic again for the witch trials episode in thirteen's run) and overall thirteen's era was just. it was consistent. i really wish covid hadn't fucked over the final season so the nascent themes in her arc could've come to a more satisfying fruition because i will always be a forever truther thirteen's era was slow-building up to something really good. the haters will never convince me otherwise.

[formulatrash]

Obviously you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but was just wondering what you think of Lewis' vacation to Antarctica. I've seen a lot of opinions on it and it's made me quite annoyed

hmm, well. so: the bit of Antarctica that he's in is the southern tip of Argentina, not the island that we tend to call the Antarctic. which does somewhat make a difference because that's a place (not many but some) people live not a research station in a desert. there is a lot of tourism to this part of the Antarctic - cruise ships take people there to see it, you can organise trips there as a normal person. so he's not entirely flexing a privilege to do something only he could.

which doesn't, of course, make the environmental and social impacts of tourism in vulnerable regions any better.

for someone who genuinely cares a lot about animals and the environment, Lewis is sometimes really a dork about thinking things through. people shouldn't be that close to penguins and seals and probably a good idea to leave the scant amount of sheet ice alone and not treat it as a ski slope. Tierra del Fuego is often thought about as the end of the world; unfortunately, the climate is actually looking like that.

do I think Lewis is doing it with any malice? no, of course not. and maybe he has been educating himself while he's there. but there are far less environmentally impactful places to do that from; watch Frozen Planet, y'know.

the other factor is that Tierra del Fuego is home to indigenous people who are unlikely to profit from tourism and whose home is affected by it. Mapuche people, the largest indigenous group in Argentina, live there and so do Yaghans and other Fuegans. tourism affects indigenous people's rights to use their land, as well as animal populations and creating pollution and potential energy conflict.

so: there are lots of reasons why holidaying in Antarctica is not great and conflicts with a lot of what Lewis believes. does that make him hypocritical? yes but I suspect in an unaware way; he's sometimes extremely oblivious because he has spent his entire adult life in a very small bubble, which his efforts to educate himself beyond sometimes disguise how much those are things he had to do deliberately, not information that was fed to or came naturally to him.

I am not delighted he's done it. I don't think he intended to cause harm and would be worried by the idea he could have, if it was discussed with him. for someone who advocates conscious living he can be a bit live, laugh, love when it's something he wants to do and to be honest, there's a lot of childish delight at the idea of seeing the Antarctic that would probably enchant a lot of us given the opportunity. there are 200,000 people who visit Ushuaia every year, so there's clearly a market for it.

is it a reason to remember that Lewis, like everyone, isn't some sort of pure figure who can do no wrong? yeah. awhile ago I answered an ask that was something along the lines of 'how can you think Lewis is problematic' and it's like: because he's a Formula 1 driver. because he is a person who is honestly trying to do his best on a lot of things but who is still going to make mistakes. his ultimate priority remains driving a car faster than anyone else on 23 Sundays a year, not educating himself or other people in a mature and informed way and if you expect anything else from him you will be inevitably disappointed.

so: it's ok to be annoyed at him about this and still like or support him. it's ok to think he's the best F1 driver at advocating for things and also just a fucking idiot rich boy with zero thoughts in his brain sometimes. what Lewis has achieved and overcome isn't lessened or negated by the fact he did it while also being Just Some Guy Who Makes Bad Choices Because He Was Having Fun or whatever. blorbos are multifaceted and it's what makes them so incredibly tempting to like, put in a box and tell them no.

[kenobster]

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please i just love u talking abt ur fics

From this ask game.

Ahhhh thanks so much, anon!!! I'm super flattered. :D

I'm still sloooowly working my way through the asks I have in my inbox, but this one luckily had great timing so I'm doing this one before the others. (Though maybe this isn't what you wanted, anon... in which case, my deepest condolences. XD)

🗣️ Talk about your favorite WIP

We are using this question as an excuse to talk about the Vader Mpreg AU, which is, in fact, my favorite AU, but also is convenient for another post I was gonna make today, haha.

For context, there are a few things you should know about me:

I did not watch The Rise of Skywalker until literally three or four weeks ago.

I have never written an mpreg in my life. (It's true that lizard brain craves noncon in a way that compels me to read the occasional mpreg... But while writing my own fic, I do try to keep lizard brain's demands as realistic and in character as humanly possible.)

Perhaps the most important thing to note: lizard brain always wins.

Anyway... this all started when I happened upon the RoS spoiler: "Rey is Palpatine's granddaughter" in the year of 2022. Having not watched the movie, I immediately wondered who the fuck the grandmother is (a question to which my actual RL mother ceaselessly chants "Mommy Mothmama" every time; do not ask me why.) Of course, lizard brain, being lizard brain, immediately headcanoned a dubiously consenting Darth Vader somehow being this elusive grandmother person. (The "somehow" was not important to lizard brain.)

For a year or so, I actually put off watching RoS — in small part because lizard brain didn't want its headcanons to be refuted. Fortunately for lizard brain, I have amazingly supportive friends who informed me that Rey is actually the daughter of a strand (aka a special Force clone) which was cast into the world only to hook up with some unknown female. Unfortunately for my friends, lizard brain realized that this information didn't refute its grandma!Vader headcanons at all. Quite the opposite in fact. 🙄

Thus, began the saga of lizard brain's precious Vader Mpreg AU.

In summary, Palpatine creates a synthetic uterus to host an ordinary clone of himself. Then, he implants the uterus into Vader's abdomen and fucks the shit out of him to get some perverse dark-sided Force magic going. Why, you ask? :) Well, dear anon, in order to transform this regular clone baby into a strand of course, lizard brain replies. :) :) :) To be clear, there is no creation of a vagina nor any other method to give birth. Instead, this strand baby, once ripe for the picking, is simply plucked from Vader's abdomen via c-section, and a newly prepped uterus is inserted in its place. After that, Palpatine repeats this process and all of its trial-and-error glory every nine months for the rest of Vader's life. (But don't worry; Vader will eventually flee to Obi-Wan, who is horrified to find his once-Padawan eight months pregnant.)

Honestly, excepting dubcon/noncon, this actually isn't that weird for me. Lizard brain already possesses a plethora of headcanons in which Palpatine modifies Vader's body. The uterus implanting kinda just feels like an extension of that. (For an example of these headcanons, urinary and intrarectal catheters have been installed into Vader's body, not out of medical necessity, but because it would be inconvenient for Vader to have to pee and poop while dressed in the suit. For another, maybe Palpatine put in a full-blown mechno spine replacement to eliminate bothersome nervous-system functions such as the registration of pain.)

In fact, while this body-modifying headcanoning won't enable live births or lactating breasts (for now.... please don't tempt my lizard brain), it will go beyond the uterus. :) For example... prepping Vader for sex sounds like an incredibly tiresome task, and it's not like anyone else can do it. Vader doesn't have any limbs, after all. Instead, Palpatine wonders, why not have Vader's anus be self-lubricating in way similar to that of a vagina? Why not scifi-gene-splice the shit out of that butt canal? Why the fuck not?

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

I feel like the above AU description is pretty clinical, so I thought it would be fun to bring some emotion back to it via the use of a snippet. So, enjoy the wildly inappropriate noncon of a pregnant male villain:

At some point, he realizes the truth—that it isn't him being fucked into the mattress, face down, ass hooked on his Master's cock. Sidious isn't fucking Darth Vader or even his body. Sidious isn't even fucking Anakin Skywalker. In actuality, Sidious is fucking the uterus. The womb. The fetus. The uncast strand, the unborn infant. In actuality, Sidious is fucking himself. The truth of it has him choking on the respirator, on a dry and tearless sob, because this isn't about him, none of this was ever about him, it's about what Sidious wants, what Sidious likes, what Sidious craves. Vader is only the conduit of this ritual—far less than a pet or even a slave. Once, yes, he may have been an object of Sidious's obsession, and maybe he liked that, maybe he liked the way that Sidious took pride in what was once his greatest creation, in twisting Anakin Skywalker into this charred and rotten beast of a Sith. Because, even loveless, Sidious's pride burns value into Vader's flesh. Makes Vader feel as if he matters, as if he's worth something, as if he can live up to the magnitude of the pressure smothering him from the inside out. Punishment, after all, and pain and strife and sorrow, are their own kind of affection, ideal for the swollen carcass of need festering within his chest, and often better than the shame that blooms with praise.  Right now, as his sphincter clenches around the cock inside him, as the base of his spine shoots overwhelming pleasure upward, as a fetus kicks at its shrinking walls pressed against the mattress, Vader finds that he is being neglected. The absence of Sidious's intimacy leaves his furnace-heart chilly and black and hollow, and he chokes and sobs and chokes and sobs, and the monotonous blue-blue-blue of this bedroom becomes half-blurred and dizzy as a torrent of tears spills from his right eye's still-functioning tear duct. The thrusting crests, and tapers out. Sidious's breathing evens, but Vader's choked sobs just won't die.

I would say I'm sorry, but I am who I am lmao.

[darkleysgarden]

Rats Chapter 2

Chapter 1

The days with Diavolo flew by, pleasant memories springing up every second.

Never once in his life had Barbatos felt this happy, this free, this alive.

It may seem silly, but caring for a child was something he needed. He hadn't had his own, or been one himself. It was something that completely slipped his mind, the concept of being young.

Children were so peaceful and innocent. Part of him is envious that others were able to have that experience. He never had anything like that. He was thrown into adulthood the moment he was born. Being an earlier demon, he didn't have that pleasure.

Yet, Diavolo did. And if not him, he was glad that this young boy had that.

Diavolo was innocent and kind, he never lied, he never hurt, and he wished for world peace. An insane concept all young children hoped for. Yet...he never let it go. He'd go on and on about how he was planning to change the Devildom when he became a prince. He'd create peace and harmony through the three worlds. They wouldn't be so divided. Maybe then...angels could realize that most of them didn't mean harm. Most were just like angels. Diavolo was the most angelic kid he knew. Humans would realize they aren't to be feared. Whatever power demons hold over them is no threat to their safety.

Those were Diavolo's hopes.

Did it seem foolish? Yes. But, it also seemed right. Why should they live in fear and distrust just because they are different?

It wasn't right.

That's why Barbatos tried his best to agree and encourage Diavolo.

Becoming Diavolo's friend also came with some small changes.

They were only suggestions, yet Barbatos took them to heart.

He stopped using his time powers, or any powers really. He decided to live in the moment like anyone else. It helped his life stay interesting. He needed the adrenaline to feel alive.

Their relationship went on like this, peacefully, for a long while. There was no conflict until the Demon King stepped out into the garden only to witness a strange man sitting, having tea with his son.

A large screaming fit began, Diavolo and his father yelling. Barbatos stayed silent. He didn't know what to say.

Diavolo yelled, "Father! Please! Don't punish Barbatos, please! It's all my fault! He isn't trying to tempt me or anything! He's my friend, the only one I can count on! You're never there, but he is! He's been more of a father to me than you ever have been! If you dare to kill Barbatos, you're killing your own son in the process!"

Barbatos gasped, recognizing it from before.

"Then so be it," The Demon King growled, eyes filled with anger.

Barbatos spent a week in the dungeon, with visits from Diavolo of course. But, he was let out.

Slowly, the Demon King disappeared for long periods, leaving him and Diavolo together.

On one of those days alone, Diavolo asked him a question. "Barbatos, I'd like you to stay here with me forever as my butler."

"But, Lord Diavolo, there is no way I could do that. You are a prince, someday you will be a king. I am no servant, I do not believe I should be by your side in such a way."

"But I want you to stay with me forever," Diavolo stamped his foot, beginning to cry like the child he was. "If you don't agree, I won't stay prince! And I won't become King! I'll deny the position!"

One day Diavolo would hate himself for saying those words. He is kind, he never lies. Yet, people will always hold the fact that he's used his title over others as a reason to shame him. Even if he was only a kid.

Barbatos sighed, there was no reason to fight it. He did love being by the child's side, he wasn't forced like others would suggest. Plus, how could he leave a small child alone with nobody? No friends, no parents, nobody.

He smiled at Diavolo, kneeling on one knee, "Fine then. I shall become your butler, till the day I die, I will be by your side."

Diavolo cried, "Never leave me! Okay!? You can't. You can't leave me!"

Barbatos chuckled, "I would never leave you."

"And do you promise that, Barbatos?"

"Yes, my lord."

[dragynfirearc]

@therogueprincedaemon , continued .

what would she do? what has she already done? was her soul not already damned? though there are certain lines that they had not yet crossed. murder being on of them. he inquires about her thoughts and cheeks go as red as the dress that covers her body. it is a beautiful piece of artwork created just for her. she was surprised that he had even thought of bringing her back something while he was away. the notion of it made her feel quite desired. as does the way he speaks with declaration of destruction in the name of their love. it shouldn't thrill her the way that it does. she leans back into him, hands moving over his own. they look perfect together in the reflection. she could almost pretend things were as they should be. " my prince, i fear my thoughts are much more gruesome. " she would never get her own hands dirty, that was a part of being queen that she was discovering how to use for her own gain. if others were playing a treacherous game, then she would as well. " i have no dragon to burn those that would try to take me away from you. i must stoop to using more intimate ways to help them meet their creators. "

her father would be shocked at her speaking in such a manner, actually most who know her closely would be, as they saw her as someone to be protected or used instead of someone others needed to be protected from. being with daemon has ultimately changed her, made her more fierce, less naive, and less willing to let other people use her as a doormat. one of the reasons she wanted to be with daemon was because he never treated her as some pawn, but she also loved him for his humor, strength, and overall complexity. there was no one alive who could claim they had figured out the rogue prince completely, but she always enjoyed trying. patterns are being drawn on the back of his hand and up his arm as she listens to him, unable to stop the smile that spreads across her expression. it was tempting to name a name, to test his word. his devotion makes her breathless. she had a list of people who have slighted her and a list of those who have done more irreversible damage. would she actually wish death upon them though? the kiss given causes a shiver to run down her spine. she cannot help the noise that escapes her throat at the feeling of his teeth, it is a small whimper.

her body turns so that she is now facing him, doe-eyes gaze heated because of their discussion. then he asks her about the king, and she wonders if he truly wants to hear the dark fantasies that keep her company when she wishes he was warming her bed. she respects and cares for her husband, but that didn't mean she hadn't contemplated what would happen if an accident befell him. lips part and she doesn't exactly know where to start. could she even voice these thoughts without feeling like a monster? palms lay flat on his chest, as she leans upwards towards him, not yet kissing him, instead allowing their lips to brush against each others as she speaks. " i would destroy this world for you. rip it apart from the foundations until there is nothing left but you and i. " she kisses him slowly, allowing daemon to feel every deep and dark emotion she puts into it.

" as for the king, would it make you hate me if i admitted that i have pondered his death? i thought about staging an accident. not personally, of course, i'd get someone i trusted to do the dirty work. and that way, should they get caught, i could not be implicated. i would not want the king to suffer and so i would have them do something quick and clean. i am not so knowledgeable in the ways to kill men as you are, my love. but i think of what his death could mean for us. we would no longer have to hide. " she reaches up and runs her fingers through his hair. " i also think of my father's death. he, who would disapprove of us and try to sabotage our happiness. i would order anyone to be put to the sword if it would please you. there is nothing that would break your devotion for me, nor is there anyone who could break mine to you. this love i feel for you knows no bounds. i worship you instead of the gods, daemon. " by the end of her speech, there is a dusting of pink along her cheeks and breath is ragged. it is possible that they were not good for each other, if this was what their love brings, but he was in her veins now and she could not get him out easily.

[ettadunham]

i may have mentioned this, but my newest obsession is trying to find and play all adventure games in existence. that being said, my latest pick only reminded me of the futility of humanity's impulse to categorize absolutely everything. after all, what is an adventure video game? like, on a deeper, philosophical level?

well... probably not this, if you asked me.

i think it's ubisoft. they decided to call their games 'action adventure' just to fuck with my process. i just checked my latest .csv files with the game list extracted from wikipedia, and apparently even the assassin creed games are on them. which i wouldn't really mind, if other games of a similar stripe and that i actually liked were also on the list. oh well.

but driver: sf from 2011 is probably an even bigger offender. it's apparently part of a whole entire franchise that i never really heard of, and its sorry excuse of a plot is absolutely nonsensical.

you play as a cop who dresses and acts more like your basic getaway driver. he gets into a coma at the beginning of the game, which the game very much shows you, the player, but the character himself doesn't realize until the very end. probably because he was designed to emulate a 15-year-old boy in every sense. so when he gains the 'power' to 'shift' into other people, he just decides to use this to drive their cars and 'help' them, instead of questioning where all this came from.

how does he help, you may ask? well, mostly by finishing arbitrary, repetitive timed missions, chasing other people, or running away from the cops.

'but isn't our protagonist a cop himself?' see, you're already thinking too much about it. definitely more so than this game's producers who probably were just trying to make a gta clone out of thie franchise.

oh, also, in case you were wondering, the way you stop cars you're chasing (especially if you're a cop) is by wrecking them. preferably by shifting into a car from the oncoming traffic to cause them to collide head-on. you know... double homicide. fun!

you can also make the cops chase you randomly during the game at any point if you collide into them. this is btw the only time that the cops will acknowledge you outside of missions, no matter how much mayhem you cause. but i'm guessing that that's just normal cop behaviour.

and that's pretty much it, you do all kinds of small missions, and then you do some ''''''plot'''''' stuff trying to apprehend the guy that put you in a coma. except you're not really doing anything, because you're in a coma, and your imagination is only going off of the information it's hearing on tv.

in a way, this could be an interesting look into this fantasy world cop guy created where he's running around wrecking cars and people left and right with no repercussions, where every dialogue is badly written, and every woman is either evil or wants to kiss him. except you never get the impression that that's not just how this world is. especially since there are brief parts of the game before and after the coma.

it's... bad. and i was really tempted to drop this game early on, but i underestimated my compulsion for driving simulators. while i eventually got bored of the side-missions, and just wanted the main story to end, i really enjoyed the driving part itself. just doing mini-challenges, like jumpes, speeding in oncoming traffic or drifting a lot. that was actually fun! i got eventually bored of that too... but i did have some fun there!

anyway, calling this game an adventure game is a crime against humanity. fingers crossed for another weird little point-and-click game up next!

[childofchrist1983]

All things have a beginning, all things except God. When we consider that God is the Creator of all things both seen and unseen, in Earth and in Heaven, we may feel rather small and insignificant by comparison.

We should also be amazed at the power, complexity, beauty and evident design to be seen in the world around us. All of these created things bespeak the glory of their Maker, and even our own bodies and minds and constant evidence of God's mighty and creative works. Contemplating the "Book of Nature" and seeing how it speaks in unison with the Holy Bible in revealing to us God's holy character should lead us to praise and worship Him all the more.

May we make sure that we give our hearts and lives to God and take time daily to seek and praise Him and share His Truth with the world. May the LORD our God and Father in Heaven help us to stay diligent and obedient and help us to guard our hearts in Him and His Word daily. May He help us to remain faithful and full of excitement to do our duty to Him and for His glorious return and our reunion in Heaven as well as all that awaits us there. May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful Lord, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in the Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

Father God Almighty, LORD Jesus, we know that You are before all things and are the Author of all creation. We feel small enough to ask with King David "What is man that You are mindful of him?" (Psalm 8:4). But we also know that Your thoughts of us are too numerous to be counted. You have put us in the midst of this created world (of which we are also a part) that we might see Your power, wisdom, and love reflected in it and praise You accordingly. Help us, we pray, to do that today and everyday. Help me to do Your will and to follow the path You've laid for me. Give me the courage to turn away from the things of this world and love, follow and serve You with my whole heart and being. Thank you, O Lord, for the gift of eternal salvation and eternal life.

You and Your Holy Word and Spirit give us hope, peace, salvation, and so much more! Let our relationship with You be the foundation and pleasing in Your eyes, so that we may hear Your praise as we gaze upon Your face and enter Your Kingdom. Lift our spirits and our hearts. Light up our lives, O Lord. May we abide in You for all our days and beyond!

You are Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End! We know Your promises are true and we place our hope in You! May we continue to pray and seek You. Present us with daily opportunities to go to others with Your message of eternal salvation. May we live our lives with a spirit of thankfulness and may we always magnify You, O Lord. Allow our praises to You encourage others to seek Your face. Help us all to be humble and obedient to You. And help us to be courageous enough to seek You daily and to humbly and faithfully do our duty to You, spreading the truth of Your Gospel to all in all nations, as You commanded before You ascended back to Heaven (Mark 16:15-16). May our lives show the world Your light and Truth and that You are a loving God and Heavenly Father who delights in showing love and mercy. May we all be humbly and faithfully honored and excited to worship, glorify and serve You daily and to do Your will. You have been so good to us, far more than we as wretched sinners deserve. You are so good! So wonderful! Forever and always!

Thank you for keeping me and helping me in times where I am tempted to go astray. Praise be to You today and every day of my life and let me never forget all of the blessings that are given me by You. As much as the enemy will try, he will never be able to successful breed doubt about who You are, in the minds of anyone who truly believes and follows You. And I will follow and serve You all the days of my life and beyond! Thank you for the connection with You that we are given through Your Holy Word and Spirit. Thank you, O Lord, for all Your creation and Your miraculous ways. Thank you for being our stronghold and my refuge. Thank you for seeing us as worth the sacrifice. Thank you for sustaining us, loving us and defining us according to Your will and love for us. Thank you for making sure we are taken care of. Thank you for being the best friend we could ever have! Thank you for Your endless mercy and love that has saved us. Thank you for always protecting us and providing for us and for Your Spirit to help us when we are in need. Thank you for abiding within me and may I abide with You, my Lord. Thank you for giving us a chance to be saved from our sin and spend eternity with You. Thank you for adopting us as part of Your family in Heaven and making us one of Your own. Thank you for being our present help in times of trouble (Psalm 46:1). Thank you for always being near and for loving us. Thank you for giving us a reason to love others and so many more reasons to love, praise, serve and follow You. Thank you for Your selfless and sinless sacrifice. Thank you for Your guidance and protection. Thank you for Your Truth and light. Thank you for Your wisdom and strength and grace. Thank you for giving life to the world and to us. You give and take away – And we thank you for it. Thank you for everything! Your will be done! Blessed be Your mighty name! To You and Your Kingdom be the glory forevermore! In Your name we humbly pray, Amen and amen

[amoresins]

for @yaoogui continued from here

Not everything was like she expected or studied in her mind. It was their first time together like this and she couldn’t help but to think of the person he was when texting her and to think there’s a more “easy-going” persona in comparison to their deep conversations was actually a good thing. Removing the fact he kept avoiding eye contact with her, which she found amusing yet she decided to play a long and not stare as much as she wanted to. After all, she did want to take another look at him and memorize some of his facial features and even expressions so she could imagine them while they spoke through text messages. She does not know too much about Tokyo nor even about its streets. Last time she was there it was with her previous husband and only observed Tokyo through a car’s window. And this time actually walking the alleys was different, it added more color and smell to her new memories.

Sometimes being in another country means there’s a possibility of being lost in translation when you are not so familiar with the language. She's curious as soon as they enter the bar, there are a couple of people but for sure that friend of Sen does stand out even when her ear barely catches what he is saying but bows with her head out of politeness and keeps following Sen to where the roof is. He did say he was going to show her Tokyo from above. He didn’t lie. A blow of fresh air washes her features once the door is closed behind them, it was getting gradually cold as the sun was still setting. It was like the proper weather for both of their melancholic personalities if she may say. It was like she was being introduced to a part of his world, and it was good to finally give a face to a name, a smell to a place, everything felt more real to her and it really closes the distance that existed before between them, at least on tactful matters.

 “Are they yours?” She takes curiosity on the hanging photographs, standing there pointing at one of them while he heads further to the railing. She mostly listens and doesn’t interrupt him, she could see why he enjoyed being there, silence is bothersome and torturous for some, even though one could assume he would enjoy staying home, he’s more outgoing than he appears to be. Even in the way he speaks, he’s curious and interested in what you have to say. That sort of attention these days it’s rare, especially for a pretty face like her. Superficial topics does not appeal to her, not too often.

“Care to light me one?” She inquires as she sees he’s still holding a lighter.

It was like they had the same thought, however he was faster to slip a cigarette out of his pocket, appreciating the last bit of the exhibit, grabbing a cigarette out of a small case with a flower pattern engraved on it she got at a second hand store, it was vintage and beautiful, she would say yet she only keeps her cigarette in it. “Hm?” she looks up and at him after focusing too much in her stash by thinking how lucky she was hee had a lighter. “I mean that it’s too easy to lie while texting” She comments while approaching him. “And it’s very tempting to create a version that you are not and a version that you want to be, right?” As she gets closer she raises her hand close to her mouth where she holds her cigarette between her fingers in a lazy manner as she has more things to say. “So it doesn’t bother you then? Perhaps you do like puzzles more. Maybe it’s more interesting to also keep it that way. We don’t expect for people to be real but a collection of things, like even the lies are part of them. But that’s what you said actually.” She says with a sigh at the end of her words, her fingers playing with the cigarette very subtly, now that they were close she takes this chance to actually observe him for the seconds she's speaking, to see his reaction to her words and memorize his features  “I could have told hundreds of lies, it’s your turn to figure them out. Maybe I do like my men insecure…” she drops that last line with a short laugher leaving from her lips, her hand coming to tap under her nose and cover her mouth momentarily.

“However, there’s a lot of opinions we have shared that none of my actual life matters. It does not matter to me what life you carry. It’s what you are that interests me” A small confession from a widow.

[myhiraeth]

I have officially updated Fox's mainverse/default bio.

It's lowkey supernatural but imo works better as a mirror to her The 100 background. It can be found on her bio link (obvs) but also in case anyone wants to start some stuff, here it is too!!

TLDR: background is based in the series Dark Angel (thx @guiltye for helping me out there!) and where your muse will likely find her is doing her waitress/thief thing just like her moderns have been but with some... added advantages ;)

BIO. / MODERN /( default )  AGE RANGE: Early to mid twenties, unless while in Manticore, then late teens 

GENETIC ADVANTAGES: Enhanced speed, reflexes, agility. Enhanced stamina. Regenerative abilities. Enhanced senses. SKILLS: Agility, escapism, thievery, adaptability. STRUGGLES: Combat. Following orders.

Foxes often represent cunning, playfulness and resilience. They walk the fine line between the wilds and urban living, making the best of both environments. They are adaptable, clever and full of mischief. Now granted, Fox was created in the image of a cat rather than a fox, but the nickname still stuck once she was freed from Manticore or Project X or Cadmus or whatever name they go by to make themselves secret. X5-499 was the only name she was called for the first ten years of her life. An escape gave her a hint of a life, a name, friends- and then she was back in a cage, worse than before. Her slighter size and immediate inclination toward stealth and gymnastics tends her training toward thievery and spy work rather than outright soldier duties when she was finally allowed out for short bursts. As a child, Fox was troublesome, always looking for an escape and she was one of the quickest to take the opportunity when it presented itself. She wasn’t one of the lucky ones. Caught within the year, she was back in a cage until she was eighteen and her prison finally burned down, giving her the freedom she had so constantly been looking for. But those years, trapped and twisted and used alongside the other unlucky ones, made it difficult to let them go, and she finds herself struggling between exciting, tempting freedom and the reliability and stability of those she’s bonded with ( even if only through trauma ) since childhood.   Fox spends her newfound time between worlds- part time waitress, part time thief, putting her transgenic… advantages, to good and profitable use. And sometimes just because she can. She lives in a small studio apartment that she’s rarely in, preferring to spend her time with others or anywhere outside of four walls. 

[qu-film-history-to-1968]

                                                       The Magical Experience of Liaka Studios 

                                                                            Dante Calabrese

When discussing and going into depth on a film I remember watching fondly as a child growing up was called "Coraline". What makes this film stand out and memorable was the entire story, aesthetic, visualization etc. The film utilized stop motion animation to create this memorable and iconic film. I remember how special and unique the film felt for me when seeing it for the very first time in theaters and the creativity of it all. The film story revolves around a young girl named Coraline Jones who moved to a new town with her parents and left her old friends and life behind due to her parents book publishing work, once they move into their new shared old house her parents are immediately neglectful of her and never have time to spend with her and focus on their jobs rather than spending time with her. As Coraline struggles with adapting to her new house, surroundings and neighbors she stumbles upon in the very old house a small door locked up and covered over by the very old house wallpaper which she eventually opens up and finds out that it enters into another reality world exactly like hers but rather everyone is the same but better and exactly how Coraline pictures her parents to be especially. The only difference is these people are not the same, and they all have buttons for eyes shown into their eye sockets, and she meets her "Other Parents" which they are called. Eventually the more she visits the other parents and go through the door she becomes more tempted with the idea of staying there instead of returning to her actual life and real family, but she soon finds out it's not as it seems there and it shows the true colors and horror that awaits Coraline with the "other mother" being an actual monster and demon of sorts wanting to take Coraline for herself and sow in buttons to her eyes as well. Unfortunately stop film animation is very scarce in the film industry and not too many studios and films are created with this amazing style and passion, except for the studio who created this film and others called "Laika" and "Aardman".  

"I read the book of this movie in the 9th grade. Now I do not say this often, but I found the movie better than the book, I did not like the book when I read it. I want to try mango milkshakes. They looked great in the movie, and mangos are my favorite fruit. Dakota fanning is one of my favorite actresses. The cat was my favorite character. I also loved the fact that Coraline had blue hair." (Rotttentomatoes,December 27th, 2009). Two considerable events and importance that occurred during the year this film released back in 2009 were the death of Michael Jackson and Barack Obama becoming the 44th president of the United States of America. These two I remember happening but more the death of Michael Jackson, I didn't really know much about the music artist and only few of his music growing up and didn't know how he died or why, but for what I know now from back then is a lot more and different with the way I look at this historical day in history. As for the new president of the United States that year it has not really changed from what I knew then and now for the most part. After rewatching the film once more it is very much different yet the same just as I remembered it being 8 years old, it made me realize how much darker and serious the story tone is especially having more context and layers underneath it all without realizing it at the early age back then. The films style and art is more amazing and colorful than I remembered to be as well what especially changed and different was the realization of how much more horror aspects were implemented and shown at during certain film scenes, being much older and having more mental growth and comprehension I'm able to cherish and feel as if the film is a completely new version almost like an uncut release due to the matter of seeing more details and easter eggs I wouldn't have noticed before at a very young age. The film has shown to also have an adult audience in mind while making it true to the book and for being a children's movie even at times making myself question if this film is suitable for young viewers with how psychological and dark the tone is at certain parts of the narrative. 

What this says and shows regarding how history and individuals' memories can differ from a reconstruction or adaptation is the fact it will not always be true to the source material, or as accurate as once remembered. As well of other benefactor being the brain and mindset two different versions would have from one another even though being the same exact person, this same exact person isn't the same as the younger version once before, being older now and having so much life experiences and growth changes how you revisit a scenario, memory or even a movie once seen years and years ago being a whole completely different person than you are now.

                                                                                    References 

Ebert, R. (n.d.-a). Coraline Movie Review & Film Summary (2009): Roger Ebert. Coraline movie review & film summary (2009) | Roger Ebert. https://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/coraline-2009  

Selick, H. (2009, February 6). Coraline. Rotten Tomatoes. https://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/coraline 

[shakespearean-snape]

Parents, the best thing you can do for your kids when introducing them to the tv series, movies, comics/gn, books or whatever that you loved as a child is to show it to them and then step back and give them the space to form their own ideas and opinions about it.

I know how tempting it can be to show your kid something that meant so much to you and explain all the reasons why and all your perspectives on it, the characters and everything else right away but looking back the greatest thing my dad did for me was to introduce me to the things he was a fan of and then leave me to engage with it on my own terms for a while.

Afterward he would ask me questions, invite me into conversations and if my way of viewing certain elements of the world or characters was different from his own he didn't stop me and tell me why I was wrong and how I should see things. Instead he did something so much better!

He shared his own thoughts in a way that didn't devalue my own feelings or thoughts about it and it made me feel so much more included and it really went towards the strong bond I had with my dad growing up. I may have been a child and my ideas may not have been as informed as his (in fact I'm sure they weren't and he could have easily taken control of our conversations and told me exactly how I should understand some things and I would have accepted it the way children tend to because their parents seem to have all the answers and know so much more) because of it but he still treated them as valued and encouraged me because he wanted to teach me an important lesson about how to share ideas constructively and make people feel valued and heard.

Looking back I cherish those conversations with my dad exactly because they were never one-sided and I never was made to feel small or inconsequential.

Yes, there were times in my life when I needed guidance to understand "the big things" beyond fandom or fiction but looking back, by using the things he loved and including me in them in the way he did, he created a relationship of trust and respect that made me feel safe to go to him for just about anything. He didn't put pressure on me to see things his way when it came to things like his favorite fiction and I internalized that to understand on a much grander scale that my dad didn't expect me to be an extension of him, that he loved me for me and that meant everything!

I knew I could have my own identity and that identity didn't have to be an echo of his or in anyway perfect because he gave me space to be the flawed human I was and let me see him as a flawed human rather than some all-knowing "adult" figure (which was also so important because it taught me I didn't have to just accept everything that came from adults because they were adults and always knew better than me and it probably saved my life at least once when I ran into some trouble).

He was the first person I went to and told I was queer as a teenager because he had always treated me like my own person and someone he loved and respected and he didn't let me down that day either. He took me to my first ever pride event when I was seventeen and a nervous baby still so new to being part of the community and very much in need of support. He did that without me ever even having to ask as a surprise for me even though I'm sure he felt out of place there as this big built cis-het guy who had never been around so much rainbow in his life up to that point lol! (He even painted his face with me at a booth!)

And I'll never forget how that day I again felt like when I was a little kid and my dad would invite me into one of the worlds he loved and let me have the space to live in it my own way. Only this time I had gone to him and told him about this huge and new part of myself I was discovering and this was him acknowledging my trust and showing me he was with me and willing to embrace me and this community I was a part of and he'd always accept me on my own terms.

Literally just, parents you have no idea how rewarding it can be and what kind of bond you can build with your kids even through what may seem like small things but recognizing your kids are not just "little yous" and giving them room to think for themselves even when it comes to fiction you have introduced them to can make so much difference in how your child internalizes their relationship with you.

I'm in my thirties now and I still talk to my dad every day in some way (call or text or something), I still go to him for advice first when I need it because I value his counsel in a big way because he always made me feel valued and I realize it all started with his love for certain kinds of fiction and how he showed it to me and invited me into what felt like such "grown up" conversations with him where he listened to me and took me seriously and I just...

Never forget your kids are their own people with their own internal worlds and ideas. Even if their way of seeing the world is simple never forget they're still growing and you can nurture that by encouraging the light of their own ideas and "watering" the development of their minds as they blossom.

Happy Pride Month!