#they’re the sun in the way that in their own universe they are the center of it and they’ll eventually collapse in on themselves

[bijoutarot]

��� What Do You Need To Know Right Now? 🌟
Pick the image that draws you in most and scroll down to see your message. Trust your intuition, and let the cards guide you. Take a deep breath, trust your gut, and let's see what the universe has to say. 💫

Image 1: The Moon 🌙
Your card: The High Priestess
🌟 Message:
Right now, there is an invitation to dive into the realm of your intuition and inner wisdom. The High Priestess shows up when you’re being called to trust what’s hidden beneath the surface—whether that's your subconscious mind, deep feelings, or subtle signs from the universe. If you've been feeling uncertain or in a state of limbo, it’s important to know that you have access to all the answers you need. They may not be obvious, but they’re inside you, waiting to be discovered. Take time for quiet reflection, meditation, or journaling to tap into this deeper knowledge. Sometimes, the answers come not from action, but from allowing yourself the space to simply be.

💖 Affirmation:
"I trust my intuition to guide me through uncertainty. I am open to the wisdom within me and embrace the unseen with confidence."

Image 2: The Star ✨
Your card: The Fool
🌟 Message:
The Fool brings an exciting message: it’s time for a fresh start. A new chapter is opening, and you're encouraged to take that first step, even if it feels like you're jumping into the unknown. Sometimes the path ahead isn't clear, and it can feel intimidating to start over, but The Fool reminds you that it's all part of the adventure. Don’t be afraid to explore new ideas, pursue a new passion, or change direction. You may not have all the answers now, but trust that the journey will unfold exactly as it should. This is a time to approach life with a sense of wonder, curiosity, and lightness, leaving behind the fear of making mistakes. Remember, every step is part of your growth.

💖 Affirmation:
"I am fearless in the face of new beginnings. I embrace change with an open heart and trust the universe to guide me on this exciting journey."

Image 3: The Sun ☀️
Your card: Strength
🌟 Message:
The Strength card shines a bright light on your inner power. It's not about brute force or resistance, but rather the quiet, unwavering courage you possess deep within. Right now, you may be facing a situation that requires you to dig deep, but rest assured, you have everything you need to rise to the occasion. The key is to remain calm, centered, and compassionate, both with yourself and others. Strength isn’t just about overcoming external challenges—it’s also about the strength to persevere emotionally, to maintain your values, and to be patient with your own process. Whether you’re going through a difficult moment or working through self-doubt, you are more resilient than you realize.

💖 Affirmation:
"I am strong, resilient, and capable of handling whatever comes my way. I trust my inner strength to guide me through challenges with grace and ease."

Image 4: The Garden 🌿
Your card: The Empress
🌟 Message:
The Empress is here to remind you of the importance of nurturing yourself and those around you. She embodies the energy of creation, abundance, and fertility—whether that's in your relationships, creative projects, or even in your self-care practices. Right now, focus on cultivating an environment that nourishes your soul and encourages your growth. The Empress also speaks to the need for balance—when you give love and care, make sure you're receiving it as well. This is a powerful time to tap into your creative energy and let your imagination flow freely. If there’s something you’ve been wanting to create, now’s the time to bring it to life. Trust that the universe supports your efforts, and abundance will flow from your actions.

💖 Affirmation:
"I am abundant and deserving of all the love, care, and creativity that flow to me. I nurture myself and others with love, and I trust the process of creation."

✨ Which image called to you?
Feel free to share your card and affirmation in the comments, and let us know how the message resonates with you!

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[gladiatorcunt]

thinking about rafe & coryo & anakin & astarion and how imo their inherrent appeal (if you pick up on any) is supposed to be in the fact that something is extremely wrong with them (or they aren’t meant to have any appeal at all). bc i don’t understand the stans who are so selective with reading and hearing they try to argue otherwise like were you so blinded you ignored the glaringly & obviously bad things about them??????? rafe & coryo & anakin later especially?????????

[seriallover]

Why certain people capture the spotlight?⭐️

1. The luminaries, the Sun and Moon naturally draw attention in a birth chart. People with strong Sun or Moon placements tend to light up any room they enter, effortlessly standing out.

Just like everyone loves capturing the beauty of a sunrise or the glow of a full moon, those with these placements have a magnetic energy that people can’t help but notice.

It’s almost like they’re always in the spotlight, which is why they often feel the need to look their best.☀️🌕

Beyoncé, Purva Phalguni Sun, Chitra Lagna and Venus.

Michael Jackson, Magha Sun and Shatabhisha Lagna.

Bella Hadid, Purva Phalguni Moon and Lagna.

There's not much to say about Beyoncé and Michael that isn't already well-known—they're icons in their own right, the biggest stars of our time. Bella Hadid has become the most photographed model off-duty and in 2022, she was named Model of the Year.

Gia Carangi, often hailed as the first true supermodel, paved the way for all the other supermodels that followed. She had a Shravana Sun and Lagnesh, with Hasta as her Lagna and a Shatabhisha Moon.

Britney Spears, Shravana Moon, was one of the most photographed stars for a while. The crazy amount of media attention even led to harassment and really affected her mental health.

Gisele Bündchen, Pushya Sun and Purva Phalguni Lagna, the only "Ubermodel"-that means being more than a supermodel.

Lauren Hutton, Pushya Moon and Lagna, holds the record for the most Vogue covers—26 in total.

I previously explored about how lunar-dominant people often achieve significant success on social media.

2. Chitra Nakshatra, known as the "Star of Opportunity," carries the Shakti of "accumulating merit." The word "Chitra" translates to "wonderful" and "pleasing to look at," as well as "illusion."

The deity of this nakshatra is Tvastar, the celestial architect who designed the universe. The symbol of Chitra is the "pearl" or "bright jewel," symbolizing beauty and uniqueness.💎💍

"Chitra" also means "picture," so individuals with this nakshatra are often naturally photogenic. 📸Tvastar, as the creator of Maya (illusion), grants those under Chitra the ability to craft captivating personas, making them talented models, photographers, actors, and successful on social media.

Kim Kardashian, Chitra Sun, built a career centered on her image. As one of the first influencers, she's become one of the most prominent and influential figures on social media. In 2015, she released “Selfish”, a book featuring a collection of her selfies.

Cindy Kimberly, Chitra Moon and Shravana Lagna, shot to fame because of her striking beauty. Her big break came when Justin Bieber posted about her on his Instagram. Now, she’s a major beauty influencer and a well-known model.

Anna Nicole Smith, Chitra Sun and Hasta Moon, made a name for herself as a model, completely based on her image. She was once one of the most photographed women in the world, and photographers loved working with her, often saying she was one of the easiest and most exciting people to capture on camera.

The thing with Chitra individuals is that, because of Tvastar, the celestial craftsman, their features often become iconic. For instance, Kim drew the attention to the BBL, Cindy’s nose has become a major inspiration for many women, and Anna Nicole brought attention back to curvy bodies at a time when the "heroin chic" look was in vogue, reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe's era.

3. Dhanishtha🌟 Shakti is "power to give abundance and fame," meaning "the most famous," "the most heard of." This nakshatra is recurring in the charts of people who usually marry famous individuals, making them well-known as well, often attracting more attention than their partner.

Princess Diana, Dhanishtha Moon and Magha Lagnesh, was the most photographed woman in the world, holding the record for the most sold-out paparazzi pictures, including one that sold for 6 million dollars.

Marilyn Monroe, Rohini Sun, Dhanishtha Moon, and Ashlesha Lagna, was also one of the most photographed women of her time.

4. Shatabhisha, meaning "hundred stars" and represented by a veiled star and an empty circle, is a nakshatra ruled by Rahu. ⭕️

This nakshatra is associated with illusion, the power to effect radical change, innovation, the foreign, esoteric influences, and trends. The empty circle can also symbolize the idea of a cult or community, like the Navy for Rihanna.

Rihanna, Shatabhisha Sun, stands out as one of the most influential artists and fashion icons. She has consistently set trends in the fashion world, with her style serving as an inspiration to many. Recently, her maternity looks have redefined how celebrities approach their appearance during pregnancy, bringing a stylish twist to the norm.

Demi Moore, Lagnesh in Shravana and Jupiter in Shatabhisha in the first house, set a trend for nude pregnancy photoshoots. At the time, this was quite controversial, but it has since become a common practice not just among celebrities, but also for non-celebrity women.

Elizabeth Taylor, Sun in Shatabhisha, was also a major target for paparazzi. George Hamilton once remarked:

"I remember when the word 'paparazzi' came along, and it just meant a bunch of guys who were all photographers looking for Elizabeth Taylor. Desperately looking for Elizabeth Taylor! And that was the beginning of paparazzi. They were not going for glamour anymore. They were going for the destruction of glamour."

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Hello! I’d love to read your vision of the LoD boys x MC in high school. (High school to adults, just high school, childhood. Anything!) Alllll the cliches appreciated, haha.

Coming-of-Age HC's with the LADS Guys

pairing: fem!reader x Zayne, fem!reader x Xavier, fem!reader x Rafayel

content: fluff, alternate universe (kinda)

Childhood with Zayne is filled with increasingly hot summers and snowy winters. It’s memories of an extroverted young girl dragging along her much more introverted best friend (well, Caleb’s friend first) to make popsicles under the blaze of the June sun and snowmen in the cold of January. In the same way snow melts with the coming of spring, you chip his shell away, making a friendship that’s stronger than any of your lifetimes.

Those years with Zayne are like a pleasant dream, soft and gentle, like his hand when he wipes away the tears from your cheeks whenever you fall or when he places a band-aid on one of the many injuries prone to an adventurous spirit.

Middle School with Zayne is when you first feel fragility in your friendship. You’re realizing you might be growing in different directions.

Zayne is intelligent, often getting attention for his grades and participating in scholars tournaments while you’re busy with your own hobbies and friends that come with them.

There’s hope your friendship will persevere each time you walk home together, each time he lets you share his umbrella on heavy rainy days, and each day he saves to spend with you.

High school with Zayne is confusing. Growing into adulthood is an exciting and nervous situation for anyone but even more-so when everyone but you seem to realize that you have feelings for your childhood friend.

Your grandma is constantly reminding you how smart and handsome Zayne has become. He’s going to study to be a doctor, you know! Maybe you should ask him to prom?

Caleb complains about how Zayne usually takes your side in arguments and does what you want all the time. He frequently teases you every time you sigh over the older boy. Isn’t getting a crush on your older brother’s friend too obvious?

They’re right though, and it’s awkward. What’s more awkward is the stolen kiss with Zayne in the new car his parents got him when he first got his license. You don’t talk about it even after he goes to college.

Meeting Zayne as an adult is nostalgic yet new as you learn about each other again. The trust you had in each other never truly left.

With each trinket, you realize he’s still the same Zayne, quiet and stern on the outside but with a patient and gentle center. However, his smart mouth still rears its head as frequently as it did back in high school.

You watch out for him more as an adult, because you see that he isn’t actually good at caring for himself despite all his intelligence. You make it so he can rely on you to get through the past days and future ones.

You try new things together. You adapt to how your views of the world differ so you can mold those differences together, creating one shared experience in the life you build with one another.

Childhood with Xavier is innocent. Being born on Philos is like being born in a fantasy book. Your world is sword training and ceremony rehearsals, your feet always chasing after the decorated knights and lightseekers before they board their spaceships. In your mind, the world is as limitless as the starry sky promised just beyond its surface.

Xavier is the same way. He says he likes sword training because it’s the only thing he’s good at. Truthfully, he loves that sword, carries it around with him everywhere like a third arm, and you love training with your new fellow student.

As you get older, things start to change for reasons you don’t really understand. The loss of innocence is slow, dragging out like the death of a star. It starts when silly days sword practicing becomes military drills. Then, Xavier’s ceremony rehearsals become real with each trial he has to overcome. It culminates when you find out that he will probably be betrothed one day against his will, which manifests into doubt that you would ever be on the list for a prince to marry.

Military Academy with Xavier offers a surprising amount of freedom as you discover yourself away from the watchful eyes of the royal family. It’s reintroducing him to your favorite snacks and music and sneaking out of the barracks to watch the stars and anything else he couldn’t do under the iron grip of his family.

There’s also many nights helping him study and focus so he can become the best version of himself because he still has rebellious tendencies after all these years.

These tendencies lead you to covering for him and also him talking you into one too many bad ideas. Ideas that leave you carrying one another home on stumbling legs after too many rounds with random wanderers or rounds with liquor way stronger than you know how to deal with.

It’s okay. You have each other to keep the other safe, so attached at the hip that Jeremiah always wonders where the other one is whenever he catches the two of you apart.

His light shines only for you. If you asked, he would give anything to make sure you’re happy: his time, his freedom, his life.

The jealousy and longing to be with you grates against the cage his title keeps around him whenever he sees someone else who has seen your light and fallen in love with you too. It’s written love letters, never signed, but left in your locker, the ones that smell like forget-me-nots and written in a prose that Xavier hopes you won’t recognize as his when he sees you fawning over the little notes.

Your looming graduation reignites the worries about your relationship. You have to come to terms with your respective role as a knight and Xavier as King. Xavier feels the same way.

Yet this part of your life quickly becomes filled with sweet nothings – promises to run away together, carried on his wishes to be with you for the rest of immortality, all wrapped in the little star charm carried on his sword. It makes you realize your feelings were requited all along.

Adulthood with Xavier fills like achieved dreams and nights you never want to end. It’s basking in the company of one another, adorned with kisses and released longing that couldn’t be given years prior.

It’s becoming more than just his guiding starlight but his entire galaxy, and he shows it with each kiss he gives you.

Childhood with Rafayel feels like you’re dreaming. Mermaids aren’t supposed to exist but there’s one right in front of you.

You learn so many things from him. He loves talking about almost anything from his culture to your culture. He loves art, the sunset, and music.

You bring him lots of things from land that you think he would like, spending long days at the beach trading items with him and showing him human toys. It becomes normal to strike out early every weekend to meet the Lemurian boy again and again.

He braids Lemurian ribbons and clips seashell accessories into your hair. He teaches you Lemurian lullabies and sayings. He often gets in trouble for accidentally gifting you family heirlooms without realizing the weight of said items. He just thought it was pretty. Even if he got in trouble, it was worth it to see you smile.

Your time together eventually develops into trying to think of ideas to explore further from the beach. You train to hold your breath a little longer with hopes of making it further into the sea than last time.

Your first kiss is because of the legend that Lemurian kisses can let one breathe underwater. It wasn’t really a big deal back then. However, the memory of it makes your face hot many years later when you think back on it.

The end of summer marks the slowdown of your free time together. It always ends with a pinky promise to spend your next free day with him.

Your 8th grade year with Rafayel is a collage of photos and videos filled with cawing seagulls, the serenade of his harmonica, and the first time your feet were able to touch the surface of the water. Rafayel always seems to want to show off his new powers as the next God of the Sea.

He’s still a child though, which means he is still insistent to sneak to school with you to see what human classes are like. He still talks too smartly to the other students, and you still have to talk him out of a fight with one of the other boys.

It’s an exhausting day but he seemed to have fun running around town with you, saving the day in the strip of pictures printed out from the photo booth and the memory of his first surface world sunset.

Your later teenage years offer even less time together but each time you visit him feels more meaningful than the last even though you can’t go further than the crackle of a bonfire at the edge of the beach. You’re happy with these late nights though because you love the boy from another world.

No matter how many years pass, he’ll always be the boy who gets shy and makes excuse after excuse to avoid singing for you despite being born a siren. He’s the boy who constantly complains about his classmates being idiots for saying you’re going to steal his blood and make him into oil and how they tease him for being friends with a human. He refuses to tell you that it’s more because of his crush on a human. Despite all that, he has no issue dropping hint after hint about how Lemurians can bond with others by giving one of their scales.

Years later, it still makes a lovely necklace to wear when he finally makes his choice to be on land, with you, his beloved bride.

[neverchecking]

*slams open door*I see requests are open!

May I request something nsfw with one of the chain where reader doesn’t know how to swim?

Reader just randomly brings up one day that she can’t swim and ask the chain for lessons. The chain obviously isn’t gonna give up the opportunity to see her in a swimsuit help their darling

I want to say that the best swimmer amongst the chain would be the one to help her but I’m not sure who that would be?

They don’t want to overwhelm her so they decided on having 1 on 1 lessons with her would be ideal, but they’re all just fighting on who has the better swimming skills/experience

Once someone emerges victorious, whether due to a begrudgingly unanimous decision or reader just going “oh, maybe ____ is the best choice!”, they manage to find a lake separate from the others

While reader enjoys her swimming lessons, no one says the Link giving her the lessons won’t be having wandering hands ;)))

~💚

💚anon!

Last time I told someone I couldn't swim, I did not live them down. I still have not lived it down.

Slight! NSFW So Minors stay away anyway?

You didn't say if you wanted Sage or not, but I added him anyway bc I love him <3

CW: sage is a big of a perv. but c'mon. We knew that.

"C'mon in, Y/N, the waters great!"

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes-

"I'm okay for now." Your smile was as gentle as it was luminescent. Curving just enough to have the apples of your cheeks warming, but not enough to make your eyes crinkle in that positively adorable way. "Thank you for the offer though."

Re-emerging from the water, Hyrule shook his hair free of water before pushing it back. "Why not, love bug? Don't you wanna cool down?"

Staying out there meant staying out of their reach. Staying out there meant risking yourself in the elements. Staying out there put you at risk, didn't you see that?! You could get heat stroke, or sun burnt, or attacked by a rabid deer who's being chased by a feral bear. There were an unlimited number of possibilities that spelled nothing but disaster for you. And he couldn't handle losing you like that. Not in a million years.

Cherry red dusted your ears as they twitched and lowered, the tips touching your now hunched shoulders. You avoided their gazes, fiddling with the hem of your tunic. Why weren't you looking at them? Why weren't your eyes on them? WHY WEREN'T THEY THE CENTER OF YOUR UNIVERSE IN THE SAME WAY YOU WERE THEIRS?!

You mumbled something, which made their ears twitch only for it be in vein. A few glances around showed no once else had caught that either.

"Mind repeating that, dove?" Sky asked, still on shore with his own tunics half-off.

"I can't...swim." You grumbled, looking a tad more frustrated then before.

Silence.

"Well, why didn't you just say so, sunshine, I'd be thrilled to teach you." Arms wrapped around your mid-section, toned and muscled. Dark ink caught the peripheral of your vision. He all but purred into your ear before sharp canines caught the shell, gently pinching it before releasing.

"Sage-" You startled, arms flying out.

"You learned to swim with Sharks. Why the fuck would we trust you to teach them?" Hyrule snipped, eyes narrowed on their newest member. Hyrule had seen a lot in his time, don't get it twisted, but Sage was something new. A whole different creature. He was feral at best, down right savage at worst; with teeth sharper than some of their knives and a moral compass more broken than any villain he's ever faced off of. So in , what world would he trust that fucking loose canon with the most precious thing in his life?

"Because I still learned in clear waters. Not toxic dumps." Sage snapped back, those same teeth on display

"Knock it off." Time barked at the duo, glaring down Sage for his glare of disobedience before turning to his precious star shine, voice must softer than it previously was. "Have you just not wanted to learn? Or do you not have the opportunity?"

You shuffled a bit in Sage's arms. "I just- My old town was landlocked. Any lakes we had were used for fishing in the summer and frozen in the summer." You admitted. Which is a totally reasonable excuse. And not silly. And totally valid. And learning to swim is stupid and dumb anyway. >:(

The arms wrapped around your waist moved so hands could brush against your hips. Somewhere in the lake, there was a shout from Wind before a loud splash, someone throwing the poor boy deeper down stream.

"Offer still stands, I'd love to teach you, sunshine." Sage purrs, feeling your cheeks burn from where he was nuzzling into them. You hum at the offer, thinking for a second.

"If you don't mind, I think I'll take you up on that offer."

Sage grinned something sharp and malicious, redirecting you away from the others with a look over his shoulder.

"I'll bring 'em back when they've learned to swim. That may take all night however." He chuckled to himself, shaking his head at the glares directed at him.

Maybe one day they'd get to his level.

He doubted it though.

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"That's it, sunshine, you're doing great."

"This is dumb-"

"No, you're doing so well. Just like that," His arms were spread beside him as he remained in front of you.

"Sage-"

"Shh, do you not trust me, my love?" Sage's smirk never left his face as he instead swept in closer. His one hand moved from treading water to brush up against your side. "Just like that."

Your blush deepened as he swayed his body effortlessly, laying underneath of you as he brought yours to lay over his.

"I've got you, don't you worry sunshine." His hand raised so his thumb pulled down you bottom lip. "Though, I do feel I've earned some sort of compensation. Maybe a little incentive to keep this lesson going?"

You swallowed.

"I mean...if only to continue the lessons I guess." You swallowed.

His smirk didn't ease your worries, but how could you think when all you could focus on was the blond's lips against yours?

You didn't even realized you were floating effortlessly.

Or the eyes watching your presumable private lesson, fuming in pure, red hot, anger.

[rebelspykatie]

Soulmate AU Part Four 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Five

The night of the date, Eddie is pacing beside his front door. Wayne is watching from his armchair with an exasperated look, having already told him to sit down or he was going to wear a hole in the carpet. He jumps when there’s a knock on the door and shoots Wayne a dirty look when he laughs. Before opening it, he grabs the flowers off the counter and takes a deep breath, attempting to settle his nerves.  

When he finally pulls the door open, he’s still wholly unprepared for Steve Harrington to be the one standing on his doorstep, eyes twinkling in the haze of the setting sun, hair perfectly coiffed and yellow sweater sitting snug around his torso. He holds out the flowers before Steve can even say hello. 

There’s a beat of silence where Eddie almost pulls them back, but Steve hesitantly reaches for them, holding them delicately in his hands. “You got me flowers,” he says with a hint of awe.

“My mama used to garden a lot before she died, and I remember sitting with her as she talked for hours about the meaning of all of these different flowers she was planting. I don’t remember all of them because it was so long ago, but I do remember what these mean.” 

It’s never easy talking about his mom, but it’s not as difficult with Steve looking at him like he understands the importance of Eddie divulging something so personal. There’s a hopeful look on his face that reassures Eddie he can trust Steve with every dark corner of his soul. They’re not there yet, but they’re headed in the right direction. 

He looks down at the yellow and white water lilies with a watery smile, “Mama used to always say that water lilies were about rebirth and enlightenment. A lot of cultures tied that back to purity and religion. But mama used to tell stories of nymphs leaving them around those they wanted to protect or claim.”

Steve ducks his head, burying part of his face in the flowers. “Are you the nymph in this scenario?”

“If it means staking my claim, then yes.” A triumphant trill courses through him when Steve blushes. “I know the universe already did that for me, but I wanted to show you I mean it. I want to start over and actually give this a shot.”

“I want that, too.” Steve looks back at his car. “Maybe we can leave these here, though. I don't want them to get ruined sitting in the car.” 

It takes a few minutes to find something to leave them in. The Munson’s aren’t big flower people these days, but soon enough they’re on their way, Wayne shooing them out the door. Steve hasn’t told Eddie where they’re going, but it’s somewhere outside of Hawkins. 

As they exit the city limits, Eddie's nervous chatter has died down a bit. Steve quietly says, “I didn’t think you would be into flowers or any of that romantic shit.” 

“Just because I look mean and scary, doesn’t mean I don’t believe in love. I was just as excited as you were to get my soulmate mark.”

“Why were you so scared to tell me?”

“My own stupidity, I guess.” Eddie shrugs. “Things never worked out long term for any of the Munsons when it comes to soulmates. My mom died young and my dad fucked off after that, not wanting to raise someone that was a living reminder of what he lost. Wayne’s died in Vietnam. I wasn’t hopeful that mine would work out when it was the most popular guy in school’s name on my arm.”

Steve holds out a hand across the center console of the car, wrist up as a reminder of whose name is written there. Eddie slides their hands together.

“I had accepted that my fate was just like all the other Munson’s before me. You were happy with Wheeler and I couldn’t bring myself to get in the way of that.”

“We weren’t happy,” Steve interjects faintly, absentmindedly rubbing a thumb over the back of Eddie’s hand. “I think somehow Nancy knew it wasn’t going to be her name on my wrist. She’s perceptive in a scary way.” What little he knows of Wheeler tells him that’s true. After a beat Steve adds, “Sounds like we both had unrealistic expectations for all of this.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, squeezing Steve’s hand. “But we’re starting over, no more King Steve or Eddie the freak Munson.”

“Just Eddie and Steve. I like the sound of that.” 

“Me, too.” He’s about to ask where they’re going for the hundredth time, but Steve turns into a parking lot for what looks like a bookstore.

The building is nondescript with just a simple sign out front. Eddie is already bounding through the entrance before Steve’s turned the car off. Inside, there are walls of books, but it’s more than that. One side of the store is what appears to be a hobby shop, with puzzles, model kits of everything from boats to planes, and a whole display case of dice sets and miniatures.

Eddie’s frozen in place, just inside the doorway, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly, when he feels Steve come up behind him. “How did you find this place?”

“This kid I babysit plays Dungeons and Dragons, too. He’s the nerdiest little shit. Loves to read. Smartest person I know. He builds all kinds of robots that do stuff. His mom can’t afford to bring him out here all the time, so I started doing it. Let the kid go wild in here and he’s a happy camper. Easiest babysitting job ever.” 

Eddie might climb Steve like a tree right here in the middle of this store for everyone to see. He can’t believe the words Dungeons and Dragons just came out of his mouth.  

“This place is amazing. I’ve been using a secondhand set of dice from Gareth that he got from his cousin. I had no idea this place existed.” 

“You wanna get a new set?” Steve nods towards the display case. “My treat.” 

Eddie almost trips in his hast to sprint across the room and start going through the different sets, Steve’s laughter echoing behind him.

Part Five

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

For a long time I wondered why African or Native American inspired fantasy don't become a huge success in the literary world. Now I discovered. It's all woke. Allow me to elaborate.

I’m from Panama and I’ve been an American citizen for three blessed years. One of my coworkers suggested me a book, Black Sun, inspired by Pre-Columbian cultures. Seems cool, yeah? Right in the beginning we are presented with a worldview that goes more or less on the “everyone is bi” side. I roll my eyes but ok, because fantasy, right? I can go with this. Fine. But then we have the second chapter. And there are neopronouns. Yes, neopronouns. On a published book. I close it and consider throwing it into the trash, but I can’t because it’s borrowed from my coworker.

Look, I just can’t condone the deliberate butchering of a language. Nope. Not at all. And in no way for the sake of a bunch of entitled brats who think they’re the center of the universe.

That made me realize the probable reason why original fantasy inspired by African or Native American cultures are not all that famous, and why they keep blackwashing white characters instead of actually being creative. I for one can’t stand the butchering of both a language I learned to love and my own culture like this.

Sorry for the rant

Like I've said before, I haven't read any of the fantasy books I've seen recently that are based off of non-European history, but it wouldn't surprise me if this held true for a lot of them. The thing is, even if that's true, that should only make these works more likely to be adapted. Instead of having to vandalize already popular works, the "diverse" cast and woke nonsense is already there in these books. They supposedly have everything Hollywood supports. It's like Hollywood knows no one would want to go see the diverse neo-pronoun movie unless they put Spider Man or Star Wars in the title. Weird...

[mysticstronomy]

HOW MANY DIMENSIONS ARE IN A VOID??

Blog#283

Wednesday, March 29th, 2023

Welcome back,

Somewhere, far away, if you believe what you read, there’s a hole in the Universe. There’s a region of space so large and empty, a billion light-years across, that there’s nothing in it at all. There’s no matter of any type, normal or dark, and no stars, galaxies, plasma, gas, dust, black holes, or anything else.

There’s no radiation in there at all, either. It’s an example of truly empty space, and its existence has been visually captured by our greatest telescopes.

At least, that’s what some people are saying, in a photographic meme that’s been spreading around the internet for years and refuses to die. Scientifically, though, there’s nothing true about these assertions at all.

There is no hole in the Universe; the closest we have are the underdense regions known as cosmic voids, which still contain matter. Moreover, this image isn’t a void or hole at all, but a cloud of gas. Let’s do the detective work to show you what’s really going on.

The first thing you should notice, when you take a look at this image, is that the points of light you see here are numerous, of varying brightnesses, and come in a variety of colors. The brighter ones have diffraction spikes, indicating that they’re point-like (rather than extended) sources.

And the black cloud that appears is clearly in the foreground of all of them, blocking all of the background light in the center but only a portion of the light at the outskirts, allowing some of the light to stream through.

These light sources cannot be objects billions of light-years away; they are stars within our own Milky Way galaxy, which itself is only around 100,000 light-years across. Therefore, this light-blocking object has to be closer than those stars are, and has to be relatively small if it’s so nearby. It cannot be a great void in the Universe.

In fact, this is a cloud of gas and dust that’s a mere 500 light-years away: a dark nebula known as Barnard 68. Over 100 years ago, the astronomer E. E. Barnard surveyed the night sky, looking for regions of space where there was a dearth of light silhouetted against the steady background of the Milky Way’s stars.

These “dark nebulae,” as they were originally called, are now known to be molecular clouds of neutral gas, and are sometimes also known as Bok globules.

The one we’re considering here, Barnard 68, is relatively small and nearby:

it’s located only 500 light-years away,

it’s extremely low in mass, at just twice the mass of our Sun,

and it’s quite small in extent, with a diameter of approximately half a light-year.

Originally published on www.forbes.com

COMING UP!!

(Saturday, April 1st, 2023)

"IS THERE A BLACK HOLE POINTING AT US??"

[archivehub]

Title: Our Kids

Summary: Steven wonders whether or not he and Connie can be considered parents anymore.

Word Count: 547

For some reason, this one was extremely damn difficult for me to write. For the final day of Glow Week, day 7, I used the prompt "Journey's End."

The short is also beneath the cut:

Two colossal red dwarfs hung high overhead, painting the landscape an eerie shade of scarlet. An abundance of alien flora desperately wriggled and outstretched toward the suns in an uncanny, almost sentient manner.

“Not often we’re all in one place these days, huh?” Connie smirked, head resting tenderly against her husband’s shoulder. She twirled a lock of pink hair around her finger as she raised a wine glass to her lips.

Steven’s eyebrows knitted; he offered a solemn nod in agreement. Truthfully, he only paid partial focus to his wife’s words. The true centers of his attention were their four pink-skinned kids, all of whom were congregated around a nearby picnic table, cackling in between recounting tales and gossiping. Just a few minutes prior, he and Connie had been seated among them, though something… existential(?) had invaded his thoughts; he needed some space to think.

“So…” his wife spoke once more; she bounced a knee, “what was that all about back there?” She swirled her wine, breathing in its heavenly aroma, before remarking, “I haven’t seen you that spaced out in centuries.”

Steven crossed his arms with a guttural sigh. “It’s… about the kids,” he confessed timidly. He pressed his golden band against his inner arm. “Tell me—and be honest, Connie…” he inhaled, “do you… think we’re really even parents anymore?”

The aged woman quirked a brow. “What… do you mean?” she probed gingerly, genuinely perplexed. She stared off into the distance, taking note of her and Steven’s cozy, wooden home.

“Well…” the man cleared his throat, “just… think about how old the kids are, how old we are.” He felt Cat Steven rub up against his ankles; he paid her no mind. “They’re only twenty-something years younger than us, right? So, after all this time, after all these centuries… what’s the real difference between them and us?”

Connie’s eyes narrowed as she pondered her husband’s words. She took a prolonged sip from her glass, practically emptying it in the process—thank the stars her zombie-like state possessed an increased alcohol tolerance.

“They’re just as smart as us, just as mature as us; they’re practically just as old as us,” Steven diligently listed. “So… what does that leave us with?” he interrogated. Tears pricked at his eyes. “Their baby pictures?”

“Our kids, honey…” Connie retorted. She set her wine glass atop Lion’s back; the feline appeared unperturbed. “That leaves us with our kids,” she reiterated, interlacing her fingers with her husband’s. She tenderly met his damp, chocolatey eyes. “Being a parent isn’t about intellect or maturity or… even age,” she sighed. “It’s about raising your kids: teaching them how to trust, how to love; how to distinguish right from wrong.” She brushed aside Steven’s curls before pressing her cold, pink forehead against his. “Most importantly, though: it’s about just… being there for them, even after they’re all grown up.”

The hulking man half-smiled momentarily. Wiping at his eyes, he exhaled, “O-okay, but…”—he glanced at their children: they were taking turns scratching Cat Steven’s primordial pouch—”what if they don’t see it that way?”

Connie opened her mouth. Before a single word could escape her lips, however, Lisa’s hoarse, gravelly voice cried out, “Mom, dad, get your butts back over here! Gregory’s busting out his goddamn guitar again!”

[antisolararc]

New bio finally (under the cut) 😭 my posting schedule is so messed up here still I'm sorry

PERSONALITY & BACKGROUND:

Hailing from a long-lost floating island, Meridian was formerly ████ ████████ ███. Just as soon as they learned to speak, they could recall intricate details of their reincarnation, making them a "spiral" – a third gender centered around the “spinning of the cosmic wheel.” They once intended to quietly fulfill their traditional duties – from sunrise to sunset, they would facilitate rituals and conserve the temple relics as a faceless servant. Eventually, though, they had only one vague memory of their past life – being eaten alive as penance for a great crime. This left them unable to contribute to the map of the universe as expected. With no other way to provide restitution to their struggling parents, they began to fake the rituals they could no longer properly perform, but not without monstrous shame and guilt. Perhaps all for naught - just as they were coming into adulthood, their entire island ascended to the Astral Realm during the Reckoning of Clouds.

Now, Meridian awakens with the white scales of a holy corpse and a powerful-yet-damaged relic inside of them. Instructed to “destroy the heart of a great prince” in order to repent for their past crimes and thrown back into the Terrestrial Realm with nothing but the clothes on their back and a dagger containing a ferocious spirit, they’re already in way over their head. Their trickery might have landed them here in the first place, but the only plan they’ve got is to fake it til they make it. Sometimes, Mery claims to be the vessel of Zenith, the great spirit who stole the sun, sometimes, they claim to be here to slay the spirit, and, sometimes, they claim not to be anyone particularly interesting at all. The longer they keep at it, though, the more it dawns on them that they aren't quite sure which one is true themself.

Cunning but never eloquent, Meridian tends to keep it quiet. After all, they wither under the spotlight, and they’d hate to cause a scene. It’s a shame they happen to have a terrible habit of lying under pressure. Mery is awkward and insecure, though far more observant than their demeanor might suggest. They are often preoccupied with their own appearance. Due to their constricted affect, its difficult

to tell when they’re joking, and their capriciousness makes them hard to predict. Mery will always keep a promise or return a favor, regardless of any detriment to themself. Despite their avoidant tendencies, they always manage to summon the willpower to act when they’re needed. They appear to have great conviction in... something, but these beliefs remain vague. Though typically mild-mannered, they can be absolutely merciless if pushed – Meridian is not usually one to be swayed by pathos alone. However, they are quite sentimental towards relics of their past.

Unsurprisingly, they struggle deeply with their identity and morality. They’re not sure they’re still who they were before, but do they even want to be that person at all? And then, if not, who do they want to be? Who are they right now, actually? Truthfully, they fear the answers to their questions more than anything else. Meridian has little appetite for societal or martial power, instead honing their magic as both a necessity for survival and a begrudging attempt at self-discipline. They’re downright terrified of the great destructive potential of their relic, refusing to have it restored with uncharacteristic vehemence. Strange, then, that they decided to steal it in the first place so long ago…

ABILITIES:

Their summon is a set of four rings that float and move according to their will. Meridian "skates" on them. Although the rings can levitate other things, there are weight and size limits. They can change size and be used as forcefields or portals. Bigger = more difficult to create and maintain. Mery can teleport to places in their line of sight almost instantly, but more time, effort, and visualization are required to go further. In order to use concussive power, they must "catch" the energy from incoming attacks first - this is the most physical part of their skillet, requiring trained speed and agility. Otherwise, the rings' only inherently offensive capability is being decently sharp around the edges.

In order to sustain their relic, they must occasionally sacrifice other magic items to it. This process can also be used to expedite healing, though offerings made to sustain the vessel will not fuel the relic itself.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

By Allie Yang

10 August 2023

Two of our galaxy’s most famous stars were recently photobombed by what appears to be a celestial question mark.

The symbol was spotted in a new image from the James Webb Space Telescope (JWST) of the forming stars Herbig-Haro 46/47, which are well-known and have been frequently observed by astronomers.

These two stars can provide clues about how our own sun may have formed.

They’re relatively close to Earth, about 1,400 light-years, and relatively young, only a few thousand years old.

In fact, they’re still in gestation and have not technically been “born” yet, which is marked when the stars start shining from their own nuclear fusion.

The image is the first of the twin protostars from the NIRCam instrument on JWST.

It was captured using infrared light, which penetrates space dust more easily than visual light, and it is the highest resolution image of the objects ever seen at these wavelengths.

The telescope’s astonishing sensitivity allowed the glowing red question mark to be captured in the lower center of the image.

The object is far outside our galactic neighborhood, possibly billions of light-years away, says Christopher Britt, an education and outreach scientist at the Space Telescope Science Institute who helped plan these observations.

His best guess is that the question mark is actually two galaxies merging.

“That's something that's seen fairly frequently, and it happens to galaxies many times over the course of their lives,” he says.

“That includes our own galaxy, the Milky Way … [it] will merge with Andromeda in about four billion years or so.”

The hints pointing to two galaxies are found in the question mark’s strange shape.

There are two brighter spots, one in the curve and the other in the dot, which could be the galactic nuclei, or the centers of the galaxies, Britt says.

The curve of the question mark might be the “tails” being stripped off as the two galaxies spiral toward each other.

“It's very cute. It's a question mark … But you can find the colons and semicolons, and any other punctuation mark, because you have 10,000 little smudges of light in each image taken every half hour,” says David Helfand, an astronomer at Columbia University.

The sheer number of shining objects we find are bound to create some serendipitous images, and our brains have evolved to find those patterns, he says.

Astronomers have seen similar objects closer to home.

Two merging galaxies captured by the Hubble Space Telescope in 2008 also look like a question mark, just turned 90 degrees.

Helfand says the question mark seems to be two objects, the curve and the dot, but could be more that just happened to line up.

They could also be completely unrelated objects, he says, if one is much closer to Earth than the other.

Britt warns that estimating distance based only on colors in the image can be tricky.

The red of the question mark could mean it’s very far away (light waves stretch as they travel through the expanding universe, shifting to redder wavelengths) or that it’s closer and obscured by dust near the object.

It would take more investigation to identify exactly how far away the question mark is.

This could be done by measuring photometric redshifts, determined by the brightness observed through different filters, but this would only provide an estimate for the distance, Britt says.

Spectroscopy, which analyzes light from the source to determine its elemental makeup, could provide a more exact distance but requires a separate instrument to measure.

Given the number of intriguing targets spotted by JWST, the question mark may never receive this treatment.

For now, the source of this symbol in the sky remains a cosmic mystery.

[quietwingsinthesky]

If you are still taking prompts how about a scene with lucifer worshipping sam like hes heavenly gift - basically just luci giving sam a self-esteem boost (because tbh sam really needs one)

hello anon! i think this one got a little... weird? but i hope it's what you were looking for :3

When Sam says that he is unholy, it’s resigned. 

Deaths around me since I was born, he presents as evidence, without Dean or Dad vouching for me, I think I would’ve been shot before I turned eighteen. Always knew there was something wrong, deep down. Demon blood rotting my veins.

He doesn’t list Lucifer as one of the reasons he’s damned. Not to his face, if he does believe it, but Lucifer doesn’t think so. They’ve spent too long entangled. Sam knows his sins as well as his punishment, his part in the grand play and how few scenes he was written to be in before curtain call. Blame grows like vines up a wall, reaching higher and higher for who was actually at fault. Sam was going to be Lucifer’s from the moment he fell, but Lucifer was always going to fall. Placing the onus on God is harder for someone who never met him. (Lucifer speaks as someone who can’t despite that. Even closing his vessel's eyes can make him feel trapped, and he still loves the God who caged him.)

So, the vines reach nowhere before they’re torn down by Sam himself beside the tall stone. He takes their straining bodies and wraps them around himself to mimic chains when no one else will bind him. He leads himself to the gallows to choke for betrayals he had no control over. He thinks he’s to blame for being a baby who smiled at a stranger over his crib before the sour taste of sulfur splashed on his tongue. Someone has to be punished for it. 

If a stay in Hell couldn’t make him feel pure, how does he think tearing himself apart will?

Sam is stubborn, but he was made in Lucifer’s image and they both learned from hardheaded older brothers how to stand their ground. As many times as Sam tries to tie his own noose, Lucifer will sit beside him and undo the knots without judgment. 

After all, Sam threw him back into Hell, and Lucifer still loves him. He can’t blame Sam for anything.

His greatest crime, Sam always claims, was freedom. He knows this, taught to him by Heaven’s sifted memories and his brother’s scowl at his happiest moments. Lucifer is hungry for every minute of Sam’s life that he missed, and though most scars are ones Sam will tell stories about in detail, (“-two of them coming at me, with claws as long as my forearm, and one got lucky-“) Lucifer had an easier time wrangling the horsemen than he does getting Sam to tell him about Stanford. 

It’s strangely easier for Sam when Lucifer wears another face. With long blonde hair falling around his shoulders and soft brown eyes and a mole between his brows that Sam will press a kiss to, he’s allowed to hear about that secret life. Sam doesn’t call him Jessica anymore, but when he tells Lucifer about her, he holds him like he's half-memory, half-dream. He talks about his other friends, faces that, if he’s lucky, he hasn’t seen in years, and if he’s not… Lucifer still has yet to drag that out of him, even though he knows already about the devils on Sam’s shoulder before him. 

Lucifer kept track of exactly how long he was locked away, on Earth and in Hell. On Earth, he measure it against the rise of man’s empires. As for Hell, humans haven’t bothered to invent a number that high. Most of the stars he watched be created and grew alongside are now younger than him by millennia. 

So it is not lightly that Lucifer tells Sam that freedom is never a sin.

He’s not sure Sam believes him. 

Sam will take on every burden tossed his way. Most people seem happy to let him. Lucifer will not see him crushed. He’s too lovely for that. Too important. (After all, he’s Lucifer’s entire world. That must mean he’s the center of the universe, more gravitational pull that the sun.)

It has to be like this: in the shade of the Bunker’s main building, where the grass grows a deeper shade of green than the other side because the soil is better for reasons Lucifer is still puzzling out, Lucifer pushes Sam into a wall and kisses him. Sam makes a noise, surprise, but he came out on Lucifer’s invitation for some fresh air and he doesn’t push him away. There are dandelions growing in the crack between the cement and the ground it sticks out of. Lucifer nudges Sam’s feet gently to the side so that he doesn’t accidentally step on one. 

“If you wanted somewhere we could make out in private, my door has a lock,” Sam says as Lucifer breaks the kiss to let him breathe. His lungs expand and deflate in a strong, steady rhythm. His heart beats calmly. Lucifer listens to it. He’d gotten used to spending entire nights keeping track of Sam’s heart, fear gripping him every time it would skip a beat or weaken. The trials would have taken everything from Lucifer. He is sick of his Father’s ultimate sacrifices or how Sam always seems to be the one who must lie down on the altar. 

“That’s not it,” he says. He kisses Sam again for the easy joy of it. Sam melts into him. He has mostly recovered thanks to Lucifer’s attention, but sometimes, the weakness will strike back again. Sam’s gotten very used to leaning on Lucifer. “I want you to understand something.” Sam’s mouth curves into a smile. Lucifer lifts a finger to trace the dimple that forms. 

“What?” he asks. 

“How good you are,” Lucifer says. He can feel the words rip through Sam worse than any barb, and that hurts. He’s more used to insults than praise, no matter how Lucifer tries to make up the difference. 

“Lucifer, that’s not-“ Sam tries for the first time to push him away, and though Lucifer allows distance between them, he doesn’t let Sam run from this. Not when he needs it. Instead, he runs his fingertips gently over Sam’s skin while he’s kept at arm’s length. Sam relaxes under his touch, never fully, but Lucifer is still reintroducing him to all the love he’s allowed to have. He trails his touch up Sam’s arm to the hand keeping him at bay, firmly clasping Lucifer’s shoulder. Lucifer wraps his hand around it.

“This world doesn’t deserve you as its savior,” he tells Sam. Sam shakes his head, and Lucifer wonders which part he’s denying more, that he’s too good for the world or that he ever even saved it. They were both there in Stull, two parts of one whole, but somehow it’s only Lucifer who remembers it for the victory it was. “It’s lucky that you don’t care. That all it would take is one decent soul to convince you it’s worth it. They don’t even have to be pure. They just have to be trying to do better, and you’ll walk into fire for them.”

“That’s just my job,” Sam downplays. 

“No, your job is to hunt. No one makes you care. You’ve chosen to do that all on your own, no matter how hard it is.” Because it is hard, even for Sam. He’s as human as the rest of them. He gets frustrated and angry and hurt. He extends kindness anyway. 

Lucifer should know. Who else would find the devil half-dead on their doorstep while trying to close Hell and still bring him in from the cold? Who else would have given him a second chance he never earned?

Sam’s grip on his shoulder falters. Lucifer leans back in until his mouth meets Sam’s again. 

“I wish I could share how I see you, Sam,” Lucifer says. “You shine so bright.” Sam laughs bitterly like Lucifer’s told a poor joke.

“I went to Hell,” he argues. “I couldn’t even finish the final trial. There’s nothing pure, nothing bright, about me.”

“Hell tried to snuff you out. The trials tried to burn you until there was nothing left. You are so much more beautiful for having survived them.” And beautiful makes Sam flinch. Something Lucifer knows for certain: before him, no one had ever called Sam that, except maybe as a joke. Handsome, sure, and he is, but he’s beautiful, too, and Lucifer needs him to believe that. He will, one day. Lucifer is nothing if not persistent.

“Why do you care so much about what I think?” Sam whispers. Lucifer bumps his forehead to Sam’s, and Sam’s hand comes up to rest on the back of his neck and hold him close.

“Someone should,” Lucifer says. He shuts his eyes and thinks for ways to make Sam understand how much this matters. It goes beyond simple pride. 

And maybe that’s how to show Sam he’s serious. 

Lucifer presses one more kiss to his lips to steel himself. His grace recoils at the vulnerability of what he wants to give Sam, but he wrestles it into obedience. Sam is blinking back tears, mostly succeeding but for one or two that glance off his cheek as they escape the tip of an eyelash. Lucifer kisses the wet spots they leave. 

Arduously, he forces himself to his knees. The very concept of him rebels against it. He sits at Sam’s feet like the dandelions beside his heels. It takes everything in him to gaze upwards at Sam and see his expression. Sam’s mouth is agape. His hair falls forward into his eyes as he looks back down at Lucifer. He can’t seem to remember how to speak, and that’s just as well because Lucifer can’t either. He reaches up for Sam’s hands and manages to capture both of them in his own.

Sam is leaning back against the wall. Lucifer tips into him. His thighs lift off of his heels as he pushes himself forward. He rests his head against Sam’s stomach.

It’s peaceful. Lucifer won’t go as far as to say that he feels like he belongs there, but it’s nostalgic, in a way. He forces the air out of his vessel’s lungs. It makes the bottom of Sam’s shirt ruffle. 

One of Sam’s hands escapes Lucifer’s. It finds its way to the back of Lucifer’s head, and the uncertain scratch of nails over his scalp settles him enough that he can speak again.

“You are good,” he tells Sam. “You are good. You are good.” He repeats himself. He’s out of practice with prayer. He hopes the mantra will do. Maybe Sam can teach him a thing or two later.

Sam listens, and maybe, Lucifer hopes, he starts to believe it.

[torgawl]

i think i found a connection between sibylla and enkanomiya because of the strangest book in genshin “vera's melancholy”.

the book is very futuristic and it’s hard to relate to anything in the game but there’s a few references to greek mythology and the mention of the name delphi (vera’s hometown), which we know are things connected to enkanomiya.

volume 3 of “the byakuyakoku collection” talks about the three corners that mark the borders of enkanomiya. a tower was constructed in each of those three realms and they’re used to harmonize the three realms, stabilizing the tendencies of enkanomiya and controlling its winds and water (despite those locations not being aligned with those elements). one of those corners is known as “the serpent’s heart” which in the past was called delphi or the land of the snakes.

the snakes in this case being ouroboros and orobashi. ouroboros, as everyone knows, it’s an ancient symbol depicting a serpent/dragon eating its own tail, which depicts a never-ending cycle, and this image fits two things that aberaku (sunchild) says in “the byakuyakoku collection”:

interestingly enough, delphi is said to experience a weird phenomenon where space overlaps itself. despite the themes in “vera’s melancholy” being nothing alike anything we’re aware of in genshin, there’s an interesting depiction of a portal in vera’s hometown, which in a way matches this description of overlaped space.

vera also says this interesting thing about a planet beyond the starry sea. the starry sea is a choice of words that can easily reference the sky/universe or the abyss and it reminded me of this description of events in "before sun and moon":

going back to sibylla, if you aren’t aware who she is (she was apparently introduced to us during the archon quests through wriothesley but i don’t recall it so i can’t pinpoint when it happened, although the new artifact set will talk about it), she was a prophet who remus met “below the abyssal depths” - where the source of all waters lies (primordial water) - who took the form of a golden bee and told god-king remus of the prophecy that the sea would swallow remuria.

the name sibylla means "prophetess" or "oracle" in greek and is associated with the ability to communicate with the gods or a divine being to be their messenger. the people who prophesied at holy sites in ancient greece were called sibyls and the first sibyl recorded was actually from delphi. delphi was a famous town of the oracle in ancient greece and was believed to be the center of the world. the town took its name from the delphyne, the she-serpent who lived there and was killed by the god apollo. apollo has been recognized as a god of archery, music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, the sun and light, poetry, and more. as the patron deity of delphi, he is an oracular god—the prophetic deity of the delphic oracle and also the deity of ritual purification. i think we can agree that there’s a lot of overlap between the things associated with sibylla and enkanomiya. i can't say anything for sure but i think there's a possibility that she's from there or tied there somehow.

the place where remus met sibylla wasn’t an empty place, there were was an unchronicled city there who had a silver-white cedar, which by the way it’s the exact colour the irminsul is said to be. cedars represent purification and protection as well as incorruptibility and eternal life. this is interesting from an irminsul and time perspective, of course, but also because remus’ goal that led to the downfall of remuria was to place the baton of humanity’s fate in their own hands, in a way that resembles immortality. for this, he created the golden ichor which was made of primordial water and was supposed to dissolve people’s original bodies while containing their souls and minds. he would then transfer this to undying golems, making this the cornerstone of his “grand symphony”. by the way, ichor is the fluid that flows like blood in the veins of the gods, so in a way it’s like he wanted to break free from the power imbalance between humans and gods by ascending humanity into godhood. and, again, remuria seems to always have ways to connect with khaenri'ah. these golem creatures are very akin to ruin machines, khaenri'ahn technology. so, maybe remus' invention was actually the basis behind khaenri'ahn machines.

something that also feels interesting to mention is that in mythology, egeria was a nymph and the consort of the second king of rome. in parallel to this, sybilla guided remus up until the creation of the golden ichor. i don’t recall exactly the last part of the lore in the flower of this artifact set (harmonious symphony prelude) but i’m pretty sure she was said to have transformed into a ship, more specifically fortuna (remus’ ship), once again reinforcing the idea of them working together and trying to cheat fate. the name egeria is also used as an eponym for a female advisor or counselor, which is very much what sibylla was to remus. the artifact set doesn't allude to sibylla and egeria being the same entity but they share quite a few similarities and a lot of their elements clash. the concept of prophecy in ancient greece seems to have been associated with bees, explaining why sibylla took the form of one. and if you remember me mentioning apollo in the part about delphi, there’s something that ties with this whole bee theme. the homeric hymn to hermes acknowledges that apollo's gift of prophecy first came to him from three bee-maidens, usually but doubtfully identified with the thriae, a trinity of pre-hellenic aegean bee goddesses. these three bee maidens had the power of divination and were romantically linked to apollo, one of them even said to have given him delphos, another of the supposed beings behind the origin of the town delphi’s name. there’s a bit of conflicting ideas regarding this part specifically but it's still curious that there's, once again, a big association between delphi and sibylla through apollo and also with the connection with the concept of trinity. this isn’t a strange concept in fontaine at all, as we can easily associate it with the ruling in this nation after remus (e.g. egeria-furina/focalors-neuvillette; furina-focalors-oratrice as the holy trinity; and, the three thrones near opera epiclese).

unrelated thoughts:

i think the flower in this set might be an anemone or adonis flower. i'm very uncertain to be honest, but both associate to the same things and they fit the lore very much. in greek mythology, the anemone symbolized the bloody death of the greek god adonis, the mortal lover of the goddesses aphrodite and persephone, who was famous for having achieved immortality. again, very remus-core!!!

there's also this. they're not the same whatsoever, but i thought it was interesting that their (remus and dainsleif) colour palettes are the same.the blue accent in their masks are also in the same location; remus' is like a tear while dainsleif's extends from the side and doesn't touch the eye. even though they're different, it still had me scratching my chin like a detective.

[agent-oo-z]

Enjoy some original fiction I created back in college for my creative writing class! This piece was actually based on a character I’d made before college, exploring the nuances of a character with only a rudimentary “story” was really fun and there were actually a lot of changes!

EDIT: ok I made some slight tweaks and uploaded it to AO3

I enter the sprawling structure before the sun has risen. I’m greeted by a staff member. “Welcome! Radish gladly invites you to enter.” I later learned this is one of many measures taken by the owner to create a universally accessible store. The first employee, a drow named Milo, leads me through the entrance. Signs in a variety of languages(too many to count, some I’ve never seen before) plaster the walls. Not advertisements, instructions. The signs are there to help guests from all walks, swims, flights, crawls, glides, climbs, and slithers of life and death. I am struck by just how dedicated to assistance this store is. Many shops have some sort of translation options, as despite its name the language of common isn’t all that prevalent. But this place takes it to the next level.

“Radish can tell you more about all of this later, but I wanted to give you a brief summary before the interview itself.” Milo says, interrupting my thoughts. I realize I must look a bit dumbstruck, standing in the middle of the room with my eyes darting around and my transcription quill-pet feverishly writing. Milo smiles at me and begins speaking. “As you are aware, Radish cares deeply about accessibility. The world is often set up without goblins in mind. As a result, they’re highly aware of what it feels like to be excluded from everyday activities for things beyond their control. That’s why, before any of the goods or services for sale, they created the Guest Services center.” Milo gestures at one of the many desks lining the room. “This is where guests will find access to all ease of use options we offer. We have more simple services, translator spirits that take any written or spoken words and translate them to the guest instantaneously, spirits to help those with visual impairments or mobility concerns, all complimentary services of course!” I’m surprised to hear this. In hindsight it makes perfect sense, but generally such specific services are some sort of add on. Guests are generally expected to have their own solutions to these sorts of problems. “All of our spirits are fairly compensated of course, and guests are allowed to tip or reward the spirits that assist them as they see fit, but are in no way obligated or expected to. Ensuring that this center is not only the first part of the store the guests enter, but is also designed to be extremely easy to navigate is of utmost importance. We have information desks in all the spoken languages we have been able to hire native speakers of, and a magic directory that shows guests where to go to get the info they need.”

Milo motions for me to follow him, and we continue deeper into the building. The store has many windows, and plenty of space surrounding each of its shelves or displays. All shelves are designed to rotate, so that regardless of a guests’ height, they can see all products at eye level. Shelves are also broken into smaller segments, allowing multiple guests of various heights to shop next to each other at the same time.

A few rows back, standing by a large sign advertising hand soaps, is Radish. They are a goblin of average height. Not much about their appearance is remarkable, save for their hair. White at the roots and fading to a deep pink at the tips. I wonder if Radish is their real name, a chosen name, or perhaps even a nickname based on the resemblance of their hair to a certain root vegetable. As we approach the merchant, I decide not to ask. “Ah! You must be Kevna, the journalist! It’s wonderful to meet you. As you may know, my name is Radish and my pronouns are they/them/theirs. May I be informed of what you wish to be called and what pronouns I should use in reference to you?” They ask kindly. I recognize the way they speak as being “fae friendly.” Designed to prevent language based traps for individuals of fae heritage They really do think of everything! I introduce myself and inform Radish that I am not of fae heritage. Milo departs to return to his Greeter post, and Radish leads me to their office to begin the interview.

~

So Radish. This store is quite a unique place, and the story behind its creation is particularly special. When did you realize you were going to be a merchant?

“I think when I was about… 24? I was on a trip with my parents at the time, traveling for one of our many adventures, and we stopped at this amazing goblin run boutique. It was the first store I’d visited where everything was made for me! And I don’t just mean the products. Everything was at my eye level, within reach, it felt so natural to me. And I realized that I wanted to bring that kind of shopping experience to as many beings as possible! I might not be able to make the whole world accessible, but I can make at least this little corner the best it can be. It inspired me to also sell a variety of devices as well! By utilizing a combination of both technology and magic I can make more accessible tools, clothing, soap, whatever!”

Some have suggested that your commitment to accessibility is less about guest comfort and more about getting more patrons, and thus more money. There is still a stigma surrounding goblins and greed as I’m sure you’re aware.

“I mean firstly that’s a vicious stereotype, and secondly that’s the exact opposite of who I am. Sure. I’m very defensive of my collections or the gifts I’ve received, but that’s only because those specific items are of sentimental value or academic interest. I’ve never cared about wealth in terms of money or hoards of gems and gold like a dragon, just in scientific collections. In preserving my memories. Wealth has never been my goal.”

I’d like to learn more about your personal life. What is something that fascinates you?

“I want to have a complete collection of teeth for each type of creature in the world that has them. Each tooth doesn’t need to be from the same specimen of course, but that would be ideal. Teeth are just so fascinating to me. Generally teeth all serve mostly the same purposes; eating. But some teeth are specialized for hunting, taking down prey, injecting venom, harvesting plant materials, and so much more! For example, did you know that most rodents' teeth grow throughout their entire life? And if they don’t wear them down by chewing on things like wood, their teeth can grow so large and long that they can no longer eat? Or that a Narwhals’ “horn” is just an extremely elongated tooth that grows out the front of its face? How cool is that?!”

Is that why you accept payment in teeth along with other “official” currencies?

“Yup! Of course I have a verification process to ensure that beings aren’t just going around pulling teeth out of anything they can get their hands on. I don’t want teeth that were removed from existing specimens, unwilling individuals, or graves. Not only because that’s unethical but also because that’s a great way to get haunted. I do offer a “baby tooth” program of course. Any species that has a set of teeth that are lost before their “adult” teeth grow in is eligible. Mostly this is for kiddos, but not exclusively. Essentially if you bring in your baby tooth, or teeth, I have a little section of the store full of small toys and treats, each priced “one baby tooth.” We of course have a way to verify that the tooth being used as payment belongs to the individual paying for this specific program. I also often open my collection to academics or medical professionals looking to study teeth for different reasons. Right now my manticore fangs are on loan to a local academy for a study about the size of the fang and the potency of the venom.”

You’re a very community oriented person, have you always been like this?

“For the most part, I would say. For the first 16 or so years of my life it was more of a general awareness and less of an active pursuit though.”

Do you remember any sort of event or series of events that led to this change?

“I started a brawl. Not for any real reason, generally if I start a fight it’s because someone is being cruel or rude, or directly threatening someone for no reason. This time tho, there was something about the energy in the tavern. Maybe there was some sort of spell in effect or a potion added to the food and drinks. Everyone seemed ready to punch the first person to look at them for slightly too long. I couldn’t handle the tension, and since no one was really “in the wrong” I just took a swing. Then the whole place erupted. People were wrestling, diving off tables, throwing food and drinks at each other. I saw someone out the window casting some sort of spell, and after a while the fights started petering out. No one was seriously injured, lots of bloody noses and black eyes tho. The various clerics and healers started a sort of makeshift clinic. Treating the more severe injuries first with cure wounds and the like. Anyone who still needed attention after spell slots had been exhausted was treated with non magical means. Bandages for minor scrapes and cuts, ice for bruises, wraps for any strained or pulled muscles. And everyone seemed to have actually enjoyed it! There were some quiet ashamed apologies to start, but that quickly morphed into joyous laughter as the various participants complimented each other on their form, their technique, the like. I remember this night specifically because it taught me that the right answer is sometimes the exact opposite of what you might assume. Violence can be very healthy when it’s cathartic. And when you can be selfless and help others just for the sake of helping, you make the world a better place. You might even make new friends!”

That’s certainly a unique situation!

“No kidding! That experience later led me to think about combining magical and mundane items to increase their efficacy and usage. I wondered if you could create some sort of cooling pack that would stay cool at all times to be used at a clinic for treating swelling, as opposed to relying on actual ice or healing spells. Sure there’s like cold rocks and things, but those are quite heavy and hard to get your hands on. I never did make any *permanent* cold packs, but I was able to create one that can be activated repeatedly as long as the pack is undamaged. I don’t have enough medical knowledge to make as many enchanted items as I would like to. Maybe someday I’ll find a way to do it. My expertise lies more with soap making. Speaking of, It’s time for one of our soap demos! Would you be interested in watching it?”

~

We head out of the office, surprisingly modest given the size of the store itself, and head towards the hygiene and beauty section. The hand soap area is one of the most impressive areas of the store. Each soap has its own elaborate display. The displays themselves are like works of art. Each display is themed on the soap's scent, name, and enchantment. One is made of glimmering crystals, with a soft tinkling noise emanating from it. Another resembles a cloud. Rainbows cascade from various spots, seeming to sway in some unseen breeze. I find myself drawn to one that looks like a towering tree. Somehow, as I approach, the light around me seems to dim. It is as if I have stepped into a forest at dawn, the sound of birds and insects in the distance creating something akin to a song with their tones. The soap itself smells of wild flowers, fresh earth, morning dew, and oak. Before I can be completely entranced by the soap, however, the demonstration begins.

“Ladies and gentlemen and distinguished guests and visiting dignitaries and esteemed employees! This is the great and wonderful Radish of Radish’s Amazing Deals on Relics, Oddities, Artifacts, Contraptions, and Hand Soaps! I am here today at precisely 2:59 in the morning to begin the spectacle you have no doubt been desperately waiting for! THE HAND SOAP DEMONSTRATION! Now to begin I must request the assistance of some curious volunteers. For these are no mere hand soaps my dear audience! These are Radish’s Signature ENCHANTED hand soaps! Cleanliness is so very important in our world, but what use is a soap that *only* cleans your hands?! Why should you settle for soap that simply sits there waiting to be used up? You should not! Which is why I designed and crafted these magical bars for the consumer! Now these soaps are not exclusive to hands. We also sell bars designed for tails, claws, talons, feet, tentacles, and more. If you have unique appendages and require unique soap we offer free consultations and no charge for accessible modified soaps. But back to the demonstration at hand. I see we have a young centaur here who has volunteered! Now first I must ask a question of dire importance!... Do you have any allergies or sensitivities? No? Perfect! Now for a much less serious question. Would you prefer a tactical enchantment, something to help on quests or adventures, or a whimsical enchantment, something to make non permanent non intrusive aesthetic changes or simple safe magical effects? Whimsical? Good choice! And finally, what type of scents do you prefer? Savory scents? I have just the soap for you! Go ahead, wet your hands first. Then run the bar between your dampened hands for a few moments. Perfect, you’re a natural! And lastly, rinse! Et voila! This soap, my bewitched audience, is Sage Serendipity! See the soft cozy glow emanating from our enchanting volunteer? Smell that smokey sweet aroma? Sage Serendipity produces a 12 hour “Beauty” enchantment focused on enhancing your existing self without in any way modifying your actual appearance. Smelling spectacular and feeling warm and fuzzy inside and out is the perfect boost for anyone looking to feel more confident in their day to day life! The light is not just aesthetic however! It does indeed cast a very small amount of light into your environment. Perfect for massage therapists as one of my repeat clients tells me! You can’t use this light as a substitute for torches or other portable light sources, but it can absolutely help you find your way around small dimly lit spaces. And that concludes today’s soap demo! For anyone seeking to make a purchase, each and every soap we sell is labeled with a complete list of ingredients, the enchantments used, the effects of each enchantment, the ingredients of any spell based enchantments, as well as the uses and benefits of said enchantments. All common allergens are listed twice, once in the ingredient list and once in the separate common allergen section. For our visually impaired guests, your complimentary assistance spirits can either present you with the braille forms or read the lists aloud. If you are making use of our complimentary translator spirits, simply present them with the information cards and they will translate the material into the language or languages you selected upon entry. Thank you all very much for your time! Any unanswered questions should be directed to our wonderful beauty and hygiene consultant staff at the table there. Enjoy the rest of your time and have a wonderful day!”

[pat-the-togorian]

Not Along the Shore At All

One week later, I made my way back to the shore. I hadn’t planned it. The bus had brought us to the same place as I’d caught the ferry last week, so full of joy and adventure.

The dock was only a little ways down the dike from me. The same ferry boat stood there, flags snapping in the wind, ready to carry another group across the sea to adventure. Not me, not this time.

I wandered outside of the restaurant with its bustling peers, all talking and laughing. I crept down to the water’s edge on my own. The sun was high in the sky, the wind played with my hair, the sun shone bright in a way that filled my bones with energy. Flags and sails mere meters from me whipped and fluttered in the gale. Birds stood still in flight, skillfully riding the wind.

How did everything change in a week?

Today, I wasn’t taking a ferry, but a bus, and a packed one with a long, educational itinerary. It was morning now, but I knew I wouldn’t reach home before dusk.

But it wasn’t their fault.

Even if I’d only seen the sea twice, I could tell you it doesn’t really change. It rises and falls, grows stormy and calm, but it’s always there. Maybe it was unusual, but I had always liked the constance of the sea.

Diametrically, I had lost my University ID, and my paper, which I had poured my life into came back with a failing grade. If I failed the rewrite, I couldn’t finish the course anymore. I couldn’t imagine explaining to my parents that I’d have to return home in disgrace when my shorter courses wrapped up, tell my amazing friend who I’d finally meet at Christmastime that I wouldn’t make it, explain to everyone why I’d started failing introductory papers at 25.

Some people compare life, their goals, their dreams to the sea. I couldn’t think of anything less descriptive of mine.

Dark clouds loomed offshore, pierced by a rainbow. A sign of promise, I thought. It must be promising someone else today.

Nobody expects the sea to dry up, but I felt as if my life was on the edge of pouring out.

The whole day, the bus carried us to different places, different waters. We saw canals that ran between two dikes, their water levels far higher than the land on which the farmers depended.

So precarious, I thought.

We saw houses built on artificial land, with seawater running between them. Back home, I would never have wanted to live next to the water in a floodplain, but my whole time here, I had been living on a giant floodplain.

So full of hubris, I thought.

As we walked back to the bus, my professor must have noticed I was different. Before the past week, I had always been excited for these trips, asking questions, cracking jokes. Today I had walked mostly alone, shrunken, letting my tears fall where no one could see them. He asked me a question, if we did the same kind of construction back home. I explained, and a little spring came back into my step. Even the people who failed my work hadn’t written me off.

The last place we visited was a small hill in the middle of the field, surrounded by nothing but grass and distant trees. A lighthouse stood next to a keeper’s house, and a small set of harbor piers arced around in a semicircle. It was an island, once, before they drained its water.

It’s an event center now. People have parties or weddings on this island, now high and dry. My professor explains that the buildings aren’t original; they’re reconstructions for the tourists.

That explains why there’s no salt damage, rust, or tar in those pilings, I thought.

Our professor asked us, “Does anyone know why this is a World Heritage Site?”

Three or four people threw out their hopeful answers. And finally, I did what I hadn’t done all day. I knew it.

I raised my hand, and when he called on me, I shouted through the wind, “Because it was a former island?”

With his affirmative, everyone clapped.

This island’s sea had dried up, but it was still a place. It became special, worthy of international preservation, after its sea had drained.

As we all walked back to the bus for the drive home, my professor asked me what my favorite part had been. I answered that it had been this last stop. I explained my fascination with islands, the complete surrealness of the place, even the uncanny pristine replicas of the island’s former maritime trappings.

Perhaps he thought I was joking, calling the last stop my favorite part of the trip. He doesn’t know how much my sudden understanding of that place meant to me, and that’s okay. But I hope I can tell people now.

I hope I can tell people that what they face, even if it’s stranger than the sea drying up, is not the end. Your answers might just be a little ways down the coast.

And they might not even be along the shore at all.

[16lies]

message: saw jin seulki in seoul. they were playing tennis and sipping overpriced cocktails. i think they’re a graduate law student now? a lot of people say they’re kinda ruthless but they seemed super ambitious to me, tbh. they really look like moon gayoung and remind me of blair waldorf though wtf. thought you might want to know because i remember your post about them that said there’s a leaked sex tape of her threesome with her ex-boyfriend and his best friend on the internet. still can’t believe that happened six years ago.

hi, everyone! max here, with your neighbourhood ruthless bitch, jin seulki! ‪♡‬ a relentless and incredibly petty overarchiever, with a shaky moral backbone~ blair waldorf DUPE!

anyways, you know the drill - like this if you're down to plot and we can exchange discord tags (my preferred channel of communication)!! onward we go!!

tw: mentions of unconsensual sharing of explicit material

; basics

jin seulki, twenty five years old, currently a graduate law student (i know that law students are busy and would probably not have the time to engage in illicit activities but please suspend your belief for her)

graduated with a degree in political science @ korea university, now a first year law student in snu

scorpio sun, cap moon, scorpio rising

inspired by gg's blair waldorf & georgina sparks, gg reboot's monet de haan, mean girls' regina george - basically any scheming manipulative mean girl

lawful evil, estj

the prodigy, the hellkite

gossipgate subplot, blackmail skeleton

; background

youngest daughter to a politician father and a socialite mother

her father is old-gen rich, to the point that he doesn't really need to work for the rest of their lives so being a politician was more of a passion project. something to keep his lives entertaining and fight for

her mother, on the other hand, was from a middle-class family (think tom & shiv from succession), so she spent most of her life learning how to fit in with the elite

honestly, seulki hated her mother. hated her pathetic and desperate she was - all she ever wanted was the attention and everything she had was dependent on her husband and his money

so she swore to never be anything like her mother. wanted to make sure that she would never be in such a powerless position

doesn't matter if people get hurt or someone else suffers as long as she gets what she wants, as long as people remember she's the one in power

she plays hard too though, because who wouldn't when you have life's finest things at your fingertips

it catches up to her, however, when she is fourteen and she gets caught grinning and downing tequila shots in that infamous gyeonggi girls’ high school video

honestly, most people (her elder sister included) felt vindicated when seulki had gotten caught. a taste of her own medicine, they whisper, about time she gets humbled

everyone celebrates a little bit more when she doesn't manage to weasel and scheme her way out of it, because her parents see and hear about the video before she does. as a punishment, she gets sent away to some rehabilitation center while her father attempts to do damage control

she's lucky she's just a freshman, and she plays up the i've never done anything like this in my life i just wanted to be part of the cool kids story and manages to avoid any criminal proceedings

(does, however, manage to conspire up a way to leave the rehab center earlier than planned, because she shows up at her father's event, with her half-brother - a secret her mother doesn't know about. continues to leverage that over her father for the next few years)

gossip girl truly terrorizes her life for the next five years, and seulki learns to play the game. uses it to blackmail others, sends false tips about herself to throw them off her scent. she doesn't, however, try to find out the identity of gossip girl becuse she knows a vicious bitch when she sees one and gossip girl is one fucking vicious bitch she doesn't want to mess with

she thinks that the drinking scandal is the worst that could happen, until she falls in love with a boy and after a particularly wild night, agrees to a threesome with him and his best friend. and agrees to film it.

the video gets leaked, unsurprisingly and seulki breaks up with him. pays someone to get it removed from the all corners of the internet but gossip girl finds out about it

she denies denies denies because there is no proof of the video but shes deeply afraid that one day someone will manage to find it. even bad bitches have their kryponite and for miss seulki it's this video, a living reminder that love causes nothing but trouble

anyways she celebrated wildly when gossip girl disappeared but now that she's back... seulki won't let gossip girl ruin her again. not when she's this close to achieving all that she wants. she's survived it once, she'll survive it again

; personality

positive: ambitious, charming, calculating, relentless, determined negative: petty, insincere, vicious, nosy, insecure

ruthless bitch

obsessive overachiever with a shaky moral fiber

will smile to your face and stab you in the back - she has no qualms about that

not a fan of attention, which is ironic because she is a frequent feature on gossip girl. is a fan of her reputation of being a bitch tho

deeply enjoys inciting fear in people - she lives and breathes the motto 'you can't make people love you but you can make them fear you'. gives her a sense of power, which is what she has worked for her entire life

can be very petty. the smallest thing can set her off, hates the feeling of not being in control. will take it out on others just to get that sense of control and power back lmfao a little bit more dangerous now

she's very deeply insecure though; when you base your whole life on whether you can control others... it's not a good look lol

passive aggressive as fuck - i wouldn't say that she's outright spiteful and mean but rather, a lot of fake smiles and "your skirt is so cute" "that is the ugliest fucking skirt i've ever seen"

always up in people's business just cause she likes to have an arsenal of information with her

she can get be charming if she wants to

her biggest weaknesses are (a) her insecurities - very desperate for love she has never known. doesnt know how badly she wants or needs it until she gets a taste of it and she loses all rationality. then regrets it. then does it again. ironic because she spends her whole life trying not to be her mother, only to be just like her (b) how tightly-wound she is; the moment she lets loose, she goes absolutely fucking wild. she's very extreme lmfao either she's poised and calm or she's going absolutely feral

that's how she gets caught in situations like a leaked s*x tape and the drinking scandal (normally, she has enough blackmail to clean it up but there are times where even she can't save herself)

; wanted connections

familial

older sister - i don't have their dynamics down but we could either have a fun rivalry going on OR something where the older sister is the dark sheep, seulki never stops to rub it in her face

younger half-brother - hced that her father had numerous affairs, one of which led to her secret half-brother. should be around four years younger than her, seulki used to threaten her father with his presence lol could potentially be the only person seulki feels ~ protective ~ and affectionate towards

friends

ex boyfriend who was in the video with her

ex boyfriend's best friend who was in the video with her - would be fun if he was like in love with her lolz

bestie - someone she actually loves and would commit crimes for ‪♡‬ (probably a childhood friend, only open to one person)

the plastics - fellow gossipgaters who ruled the school together! (not that seulki would be the regina george, she'd be a little bit too young)

fellow gyeonggi girls high school student who knows that seulki isn't as innocent as she keeps portraying herself to be, that she willingly drank and partied. thinks seulki deserved worse punishment

frenemies - give me a blair/serena, rory/paris situation! forced to get along but secretly always competing with each other &lt;3

rivals - plz be in an academic/tennis rivalry with each other!! not a frenemy thing but a straight up i'll fucking destroy you kind of thing. maybe seulki even tried to do so too? but failed? and that makes her hate you even more lol

fwb - but in a transactional way. having specific timelsots for each other, meeting at specific places, no feelings attached hehe

someone who did something v small and irrelevant to her but she was having the worst fucking day so she.... sent in a tip to gossip girl (fake/real) with her name attached ‪♡‬