#thrive architect

[onnahu]

My favourite trope in MXTX's novels is finding one that one person is a criminal/traitor so we need to get rid of them but it turns out they're the only competent person in this whole fucking place so we desperatly scramble for what's left of them to menage our taxes.

[februairy]

channeling a bit of my personal life into these guys

both of them need sleep.

[astrologydray]

Part of fortune in the degrees

Part of Fortune in the degrees is like the hidden spice mix in your astrological fortune. The degree can flavor your Part of Fortune with deeper nuance, karmic energy, and even timing.

0° – The Origin Point

Fresh start energy! Your joy comes from pioneering something totally new. You’re here to plant seeds that grow into empires. This is “first on the scene” vibes—trailblazer status.

1° – The Initiator

Action = alignment. You’re someone who taps into fortune when you just begin. Taking the first step (even if you’re not ready) opens the door for magic.

2° – The Sensual Stabilizer

Joy comes from grounded pleasures. Your fortune is tied to patience, beauty, and appreciating the realness of life. Think soft power and quiet luxury.

3° – The Curious Connector

Success shows up when you’re thinking, talking, moving, or exchanging ideas. Your mind is a magnet, and your network = gold.

4° – The Soul Rooter

Your fortune is buried deep—in emotions, memories, ancestry, or the past. When you feel safe and emotionally full, life blesses you.

5° – The Performer

You’re meant to shine. Creative self-expression, fun, or dramatic flair are your keys to joy. When you’re playing or performing, everything clicks.

6° – The Healer Hustler

Service brings success. Whether you’re organizing chaos, helping others, or mastering routines, this degree thrives in the little details that build big blessings.

7° – The Lover

Love, aesthetics, and harmony bring fortune. This is a “soft life” degree—where grace, diplomacy, and connection unlock golden paths.

8° – The Alchemist

Deep transformations = fortune. You’re here to transmute pain into power. This is intense but magnetic—your glow-up is probably legendary.

9° – The Seeker

Adventure calls! Joy comes from travel, study, or expanding your worldview. If you’re bored, you’re blocking blessings. Keep moving.

10° – The Architect

Success comes from structure. You build it, brick by brick. You’re playing the long game—and winning. This degree is all about legacy.

11° – The Visionary

You’re ahead of your time. Your ideas are wild in the best way, and when you trust your weird, you win. Your fortune lies in the future you’re helping build.

12° – The Dreamer

Mystical, intuitive, and creatively charged—this degree feels its way to fortune. If it feels right in your soul, the universe will handle the rest.

13° – The Rebel

Unpredictable magic. You don’t follow the rules—you invent them. Fortune strikes when you embrace chaos and follow your electric instincts.

14° – The Messenger

You’re the cosmic translator. Whether it’s through writing, speaking, or vibes, your voice brings value. Say the thing that needs to be said.

15° – The Magnetic Middle

This is peak attraction energy. You draw in fortune by simply being. Balance, charm, and centered confidence = unstoppable glow.

16° – The Analyst

Your mind is your superpower. You thrive on patterns, logic, and discernment. Fortune favors your sharp eye and strategic brain.

17° – The Soul Climber

You’re here to rise—and you will. This degree blends ambition with intuition. When you align your path with your purpose, blessings rain in.

18° – The Intense Transformer

Like 8°, but with more fire. This degree is intense, karmic, and power-packed. Your fortune may come through radical change—or rising from the ashes.

19° – The Channel

You’re tuned in. This degree has psychic undertones and creative genius. Dreams, visions, or gut instincts often lead you to your blessings.

20° – The Master Builder

You’re here to create something real. This degree carries serious manifestation power. With time, effort, and vision—you will make it happen.

21° – The Muse

Creative, charming, and maybe a little flirty—this degree lives for inspiration and play. Fortune shows up when you’re vibing, not forcing.

22° – The Wise One

This is a “master number” degree—loaded with karmic depth. You’ve been here before, and your fortune often comes from helping or guiding others.

23° – The Charmer

You have it. This degree brings social grace, storytelling power, and a magnetic vibe. You’re luckiest when you’re being authentically YOU.

24° – The Grounded Mystic

Spiritual + practical = unstoppable. You’re in tune with both realms, and your fortune comes when you integrate them. This is “divine timing” energy.

25° – The Phoenix

Massive transformation potential. This degree can feel intense at times, but it leads to deep healing and empowerment. You’re the comeback king/queen.

26° – The Dream Doer

You can manifest the ethereal. Ideas, visions, or creative bursts? You make them real. The dream becomes the empire with this degree.

27° – The Revolutionary

Break the mold. Your fortune lies in doing things your way—even if no one gets it at first. Trailblazer energy with a bold twist.

28° – The Old Soul

You’ve done the work in lifetimes past, and now you’re here to refine and complete. Success comes when you trust your deep wisdom and wrap up cycles with grace.

29° – The Anointed One (Anaretic Degree)

You’re here to master this energy—and fast. High highs, intense tests, but major rewards. This is “last level of the game” energy—go big or go cosmic.

[cvntroach5000]

LaDS men - "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

dialogue only, slight crack, 1 gendered term used ("ma'am" by Sylus)

content warning: swearing, implied vore (Rafayel), suggestive themes (Sylus)

Xavier ✨

"Xavier, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"..."

"...Why are you hesitating"

"Oh, sorry, I'm not. I was just thinking what kind of worm you'd be and what you'd need to be kept happy and safe. I'd need to build you some kind of enclosure... But if you were a worm, how would I know which things you like and which you don't? Worms can't talk. I guess I'd have to learn how to speak worm and watch you really closely."

"I'm sure if anyone could make me a happy worm, it'd be you."

"I'm glad you think so. Still, worms are so small and fragile... Please, don't turn into a worm. I don't think my heart could take worrying so much about you."

"Don't worry, I won't! It's just an internet meme."

"Good. Then it's settled. Neither of us will ever turn into worms. If we have to become animals, let's be cats or birds. Together. So we can talk and be equals."

Zayne ❄️

"Zayne, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"...Sigh."

"Well? Would you, would youuu?"

"Yes. I would become a worm doctor and make sure you are the happiest, healthiest worm. Is that a satisfying answer?"

"Very!"

"Good. Any other hypothetical questions you'd like to ask?"

"Hmm... What kind of worm do you think I'd be?"

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar enough with different worm species to answer that question in a scientifically accurate way. However, I can guarantee you, you would be a worm that is beloved by Zayne."

Rafayel 🪸

"Rafayel, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Uhm, duh?? You'd be the cutest little worm, I'd eat you and keep you safe in my stomach."

"...What"

"What"

"You could've stopped at 'yes' and calling me cute."

"Yeah? Well, what about you? What would you do if I turned into a handsome, talented worm?"

"I wouldn't eat you, that's for sure."

"I guess it'd be a shame to waste such a special worm for a meal. You could make me a little worm art studio and then sell my artworks. That way, I could take care of you, even if I was a worm."

"Do you think worms look tasty, Rafayel"

"Of course I don't! But I think you'd be a delicious-looking, tasty little worm."

"...I'm starting to regret asking."

"I literally did nothing wrong."

"You brought vore into this house!"

"Jesus spoke the truth and they hated him for it, too"

"Who the fuck is Jesus"

Sylus 🥀

"Sylus, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Heh. What a strange question. Where did that come from?"

"It's an internet meme."

"Well, of course, I would, sweetie. After all, who could resist an adorable worm like you? I'd find an architect and a gardener to design you the largest, most luxurious enclosure, so that you could have the most opportunity to thrive out of any worm in the universe. Every day, I'd tell you how much I love you. And I'd subdue the world, so they'd worship the ground you burrow in."

"...Sylus, I think we gotta have sex now."

"Oh? I didn't know a bit of worm talk could get you so riled up, sweetie."

"You know this isn't about the worm."

"Haha."

"Take off your clothes"

"Yes, ma'am~"

Caleb 🍎

"Caleb, would you—"

"Yes."

"You don't even know what I was gonna—"

"You were going to ask me if I would still love if you were a worm, right?"

"..."

"The answer is yes. Hundred times yes."

"...It'd be nice if you let me finish my question."

"Oh. Okay! Ask me again, I'll wait this time."

"Caleb, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Yes!"

"How did you know what I was going to ask anyway?"

"I heard you the other day discussing the meme with your friends. I figured you'd ask sooner or later."

"Hmph."

"Soooo... Would you love me if I was a worm?"

"You're already a worm and I love you just fine, don't I?"

[derinwrites]

Plotting a story -- inductive and deductive plotting

When it comes to plotting habits in writing fiction, there’s a scale. Most people label the ends of this scale ‘gardener’ and ‘architect’, although the terms ‘plotter’ and ‘pantser’ are also in use. If you’re a writer, you probably know this scale, but I’ll briefly explain for those who haven’t and then get into my model.

An architect, or plotter, is a writer who thrives with a lot of planning. Like an architect planning a house, they assess what story they’re telling in advance and what needs to happen to tell it. They assess the materials, plan and measure the acts (if they’re using an act structure), decide on the climax and how the characters will develop and map those onto the plan. Then, with a plan, they write.

A gardener, or pantser, by contrast, writes ‘by the seat of their pants’. Pantsers may or may not know where their story is going in broad terms, but they certainly don’t know in any detail beyond ‘this’ll be a cool scene if I can get it there’. To these people, writing is less like architecture and more like gardening – you can build your beds and plant your seeds, but a whole lot of what’s going to happen next depends on how the plants grow, and all you can do is keep an eye on them and prune or train them as necessary. You can dream about what your garden will look like in the spring, but you won’t know until you get there.

Plotters and pantsers are not two distinct categories of writers, but ends on a scale. The writer who ad libs sentence by sentence with no goal at all is extremely rare, as is the writer who starts from an overall view of the plot and cuts it down and down until they’re planning on the sentence level. Most writers tend towards one end of the scale to a greater or lesser degree, but very few write completely using one method and none of the other.

The plotter/pantser scale is one that many writers find incredibly useful to help them understand their own process. By knowing where you are on this scale, you can better understand how you write and better understand how the habits and advice of other writers may or may not be useful to you. (A pantser trying to meticulously plot their story in advance following some formula they found in a writing advice book is wasting their time.) However, this model has little utility beyond that, which is why I find it more useful to address the phenomenon not as a scale, but as the manifestation of two separate skills, that I like to call deductive and inductive plotting.

In logic, deductive reasoning is when you take broad rules or generalities and apply them to specific circumstances to predict things – you start big and go little. “Things fall when you drop them, therefore if I drop this rock it will fall” is deduction. Inductive reasoning is the opposite – you start with small observations and build them into a pattern to predict something bigger. “I dropped seventeen objects and they all fell; therefore, perhaps when you drop things, they fall” is induction. (There’s also abductive reasoning, but that doesn’t fit into our plotting skill metaphor.)

In my experience, these skills match to the habits of plotters and pantsers. Plotters, or architects, assemble a big picture of the story they want and then deduce their individual scenes and fill in the lines to map to their overall general picture. They are deductive plotters. If you ask a deductive plotter to start writing without an outline, they become lost and their output seems directionless and erratic – how can they know what to write if they don’t have an outline to break things down from? Deductive plotters tend to think of stories in terms of overall structures and themes that can be broken down into characters and events and put on the page.

Pantsers, or gardeners, are the opposite. They’re if-then writers, and build the plot upwards from the individual actions of their characters and create the story from the sum total of those interactions. They are inductive plotters. Brandon Sanderson often describes a pantser’s first draft as just a really thorough outline, and he’s not wrong; a pantser needs the scene-by-scene minutae to know what happens next. How are they supposed to build an outline if they don’t know what happens next? If you ask an inductive plotter to build and follow a thorough outline, their writing often comes out as wooden and arbitrary as they have to force the actions of the characters between the restrictive rails of predetermined plot. Inductive potters tend to think of stories in terms of characters and discrete events that build up into something bigger with a consistent mood or theme. Inductive plotters sometimes complain of their characters having a life of their own and defying the plot – this is the effect of their moment-by-moment if-then reasoning of the character’s next action not matching their initial predictions, and surprising them.

Again, the vast majority of writers have some rudimentary skill in both inductive and deductive plotting. A strong deductive plotter (architect) can usually sit down and infer line-by-line a scene that their outline lists as “the three characters meet in the coffee shop and share evidence, Rosemary sees Harold’s notes and realises where the gun went.” Similarly, a strong inductive plotter (gardener) usually has some idea of where their story is headed next even if they don’t know how long it’ll take to get there or what complications will pop up in the meantime. But I’ve never met a writer who is equally strong in both inductive and deductive plotting; most writers specialise heavily in one, and tend towards one end of the scale. I think this is because there’s such a huge overlap in utility; when we start learning to write, we start plotting in whatever way is easiest for us, and train that specific method over decades. There’s little reason to invest even more decades into getting just as good with the other method when your favoured method already achieves everything you want.

I find that viewing this scale as the result of two skills, inductive and deductive plotting, can be very helpful in understanding specifically how we write. Thinking of myself as a heavily inductive plotter with rudimentary deductive plotting skills has really helped me understand why some methods of writing work for me and others don’t, as well as help nail down specific weaknesses in my writing. I also find it useful to think of writing styles and strategies not as some unchangeable characteristic we were born with (as the plotter/pantser scale is frequently envisioned), but as skills that can be built. You don’t write the way you write because you happen to be a plotter or pantser – you write the way you write because that’s what you learned to do! And it was hard! And you did it! Be proud of your skill!

[hyunebunx]

˖˙ ᰋ ── you, blanket forts and heated kisses

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff!! (and some heated kisses lmao)

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: hiii! this is a continuation of this fic right here! you don't need to read that one to understand this, but they're taking place in the same universe. enjoyy and let me know what you think!! <33

“Let’s build a blanket fort.”

Said Hyunjin randomly on a stormy day, right after kissing you stupid and taking away your ability to think.

Unfortunately for him, you later engaged in an activity far different from the one he suggested, so different that he forgot all about his initial idea for the remainder of the week.

Until now, when you’re found in the same predicament – your beloved has come over with the biggest smile, elated to see you after spending the past month apart. Everything was fine and dandy until the sky suddenly darkened and it started pouring, trapping you both inside the apartment and cancelling all plans you might’ve made outside.

At least this time, the harsh weather took pity on your unfortunate soul and allowed the power to stay on.

“Alright, so it says here we can use chairs, a table, or even the couch for our fort.”

“Did you seriously pull up a wikihow article?”

You turn to him, a little embarrassed at being caught, his genuine laughter making heat rush to your face at an alarming pace. No words escape you and he coos, dropping the big pillows he got from your bedroom before stepping over them to hug you from behind, holding you close while his lips pepper sweet kisses from your cheek down to your neck.

“That’s adorable, baby.” Hyunjin nuzzles your neck, placing one last kiss on your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder. “What else is your little article recommending?”

“Don’t make fun of me.” You whine, attempting to turn around in his arms with no success, quickly settling on hiding your face and embarrassment in your hands, just so he won't see them.

He’s laughing again, tenderly spinning you around by your hips so you’re face to face. “I’m not, baby. I’m just curious why you thought I don’t already possess all the knowledge we need.” He points to his temple, after prying your hands away from the beautiful face that has started to appear in his dreams almost daily.

“Alright, Bob the builder, knock yourself out.” You nod towards the mess he’s made on the floor, to all the pillows, blankets, and sheets he’s stolen from your room. His wish to build a fort made a lot of sense if you take into consideration his ferret nature he always denies. The tiny animal thrived on alone time, hid away in a secluded place away from everyone.

He gasps, bringing his hands to his chest as if he could really fool anyone into believing he’s actually offended. “I’ll have you know I’m an artist! An architect if you will! That guy has nothing on me.”

Giggling, you can’t help but get closer to kiss his pout away, bringing his smile back instantly. “Of course, you are love. The best of them all.”

“Are you making fun of me?” And just as it disappeared, his natural pouty lips can’t help but jut out.

You shake your head, amused at how the tables have turned. “Never.” Then, with the softest touch, you intertwine your fingers and begin dragging him along to the materials he abandoned in the middle of the room. “I’ve never built a fort before.”

“Never?” The look on his face is incredulous, pulling you by the hand to his chest to tenderly kiss your temple, feeling clingier than usual. “Let’s get down to business then.”

Turns out, building a blanket fort is as easy as reading a wikihow article, especially when your Loverboy does most of the work and knows exactly what to use to make it all happen. With the tripod he left at your place, you balance the sheets, keeping them up and creating the perfect opening to your little den of comfort and secrets. Your U-shaped couch was sturdy, assisting your building activities with the many ornamental pillows that became trusty pillars.

You don’t know how much time passed, absorbed into your current task, laughing away with your beloved and teasing each other in good fun. At some point, you get distracted and as he’s ranting away about something that happened at practice, one of your soft pillows collides with the side of his head. Hyunjin stops dead in his tracks, words dying on his tongue as he slowly stands from his crouched position while you try everything in your power to not burst out laughing in his face.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” You feign innocence, gingerly hiding the pillow behind your back like nothing has happened.

Hyunjin stares you down, the intensity in his gaze almost making you confess. Almost. The obvious glint of mischief in his eyes tells you he has an unused card under his sleeve, one you should not ignore.

Without another word, he stretches his arm and beckons you closer with two fingers, obviously expecting surrender. And the pillow that has now become his number one enemy.

When you shake your head and smile brightly, he pauses for a total of five seconds before stepping closer to take matters into his own hands. That’s your cue to flee, so you run in the opposite direction, laughing loudly when he follows and you begin chasing each other around the apartment like little kids.

He’s letting you get away, pretending to be slower and clumsily stumbling over his feet just so your laugh can continue warming his heart, providing the flowers in his chest with the sunshine needed to bloom to maturity.

Then, out of nowhere, he manages to sneak behind you, arms circling your middle and pulling you to his chest with ease, lifting your feet off the ground as both of your laughter blend beautifully. Hyunjin begins attacking you with kisses all over your face and you stop pretending you want to get away, melting into his embrace and fully accepting your fate.

“Caught you.” He says in a sing song voice, over the moon at having you in his arms once again.

Your hands move over his, pillow falling to the ground with a soft thud as you lean back, head on his shoulder to reach his plump lips and press numerous kisses over them. When you move to pull away, one of his hands instantly comes up to cup your cheek to keep you there, tongue sneaking past your lips cheekily. The air shifts instantly as he hugs you closer, kissing you as he needs it to keep living, strong arms serving as an anchor while your body’s buzzing like you’re intoxicated, tingling all over.

Summoning all of your willpower, you manage to pull away from him for the briefest moment. “Just because I let you.”

Hyunjin smiles but you have a feeling it’s an automatic response, his brain not actually processing any of your words as he dives back in, impatient to feel your lips on his once again.

Kissing Hyunjin was always an experience, full of love and passion that had you weak in the knees – but kissing him after not seeing each other for a while felt like the air in your lungs was running out and him, out of the kindness of his heart, kept you alive by sharing his breath with you.

You turn in his arms, just like earlier, but oh so different, one hand gripping his tank top while the other sneaks its way into dark hair, pulling lightly to deepen the kiss which makes him groan lowly. Hyunjin’s grip on your hips burnt, your whole body on fire as he explored it to his heart’s desire, handling you in the exact way one would a priceless sculpture, a work of art he couldn’t look away from no matter how hard he tried.

He tasted divine, and his cologne made you dizzy, just like everything about him did. Without warning, he begins moving, pushing back and guiding your body expertly, biting down on your bottom lip right before breaking the kiss, to your great disappointment.

“Baby.” His voice is hoarse, breath shaky, a nervous laugh escaping him at the look on your face. “Our fort.”

With a groan, you ignore him in favour of placing sweet, open-mouthed kisses up his neck. “You have been driving me crazy with that fort of yours, Hyun.”

His grip on your hips is a warning, sending you mixed signals as he can’t resist but connect your lower halves, needing you as close as possible while he tilts his head back with a heavy breath. “And here I thought that was my irresistible personality.”

You grin, looking up at him while holding onto his biceps for support. “Nope, only your blabbering mouth.”

The tension dissipates as he laughs, eyes wandering and pupils blown even as you tear yourself from him and exhale, trying your best to calm down before going back to the fort you’ve both worked so hard on.

In the end, after weeks and weeks of waiting, you and Hyunjin are finally in your very own blanket fort, giggling like two children who have somehow forgotten what has just transpired a few moments ago.

“This is nice.” You hum, resting your head on his shoulder, glancing at the fairy lights he somehow managed to hang up. You’re both sitting cross-legged on some pillows, surrounded by snacks and blankets.

“I told you I got this. I didn’t need any help or tutorial.” He puffs out his chest, obviously proud he impressed you.

You nod, eyes almost fluttering shut, his bare shoulder surprisingly comfy. “Good job, Bob.”

The words barely have time to escape before you get a pillow to the face, the soft feathers getting into your mouth and startling you awake. You’re frozen in place, not realizing what happened until Hyunjin starts laughing next to you, delighted at the stunt he just pulled.

You push his shoulder, biting back a smile and he laughs harder, toppling over while hugging the pillow to his chest. A part of the sheet gets caught under him and before you know it, the whole thing collapses on top of you, trapping you under along with all the decorations and food neither got to enjoy.

It’s silent for a second before your laughter joins his as you reach to help him sit up, only for him to lose his balance and fall over you, feeling a little claustrophobic under the restrictive sheet. Holding himself up above you with his bulging arms, eyes two crescent moons and engulfing the whole room in a light that could only be produced by him, you move to squish his cheeks together. Lovingly, of course.

“I love you so much, my little liar. But I’m revoking your architecture license.”

Fortunately, Hyunjin didn’t look disappointed in the slightest.

[sopastro444]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

Paid readings here

——————∘•···············•∘ʚ ♡ ɞ∘•················•∘——————

According to derivative Astrology, this works because the 7th house shows your future spouse, and the 10th house shows someone’s career. If you count ten houses starting from the 7th, you land on the 4th house. That’s why your 4th house can describe your future partner’s job and reputation.

Aries in the 4th House:

Your future spouse is likely a self-starter, someone who takes bold risks and thrives in competitive environments. They're known for their leadership, directness, and ability to initiate projects.

Careers may involve action, leadership, or danger: entrepreneurship, the military, emergency services, sports, surgery, or tech start-ups.

They may have a reputation for being brave, intense, or impulsive.

Taurus in the 4th House:

Your future spouse values security, consistency, and luxury. They likely work in a field that allows them to build wealth slowly and steadily. Stability is their strength.

Careers may include finance, banking, luxury goods, real estate, design, art, or hospitality.

They may be known for their patience, reliability, and refined taste.

Gemini in the 4th House:

Your spouse is quick-thinking, curious, and versatile. Their work likely involves communication, writing, multitasking, or networking.

They may work in media, journalism, education, tech, marketing, publishing, or sales.

They are known for being witty, social, and mentally agile, with a constantly evolving career.

Cancer in the 4th House:

Your spouse may have a nurturing, protective, and intuitive energy. Their career is often connected to care, emotions, and home-related matters.

They may work in counseling, medicine, education, childcare, food, social work, or real estate.

They’re seen as compassionate, private, and emotionally intelligent, but may have public mood shifts or protectiveness over their career.

Leo in the 4th House:

Your spouse is likely charismatic, confident, and drawn to creative or high-profile careers. They want to be admired and make a bold statement in their profession.

Careers may include entertainment, fashion, performance, leadership, branding, or entrepreneurship.

They’re known for their presence, ambition, and desire for recognition.

Virgo in the 4th House:

Your future spouse is precise, practical, and hardworking. Their career is focused on service, healing, or intellectual analysis.

They may be in healthcare, education, editing, science, research, tech, or administration.

They are perceived as reliable, intelligent, and reserved, with a need to perfect everything they do.

Libra in the 4th House:

Your spouse may be elegant, diplomatic, and image-conscious. Their career could center around beauty, harmony, justice, or social balance.

Potential careers: law, design, art, fashion, mediation, event planning, or public relations.

They are known for charm, grace, and the ability to maintain peace and aesthetics in any environment.

Scorpio in the 4th House:

Your spouse is intense, private, and powerful. Their career likely involves transformation, crisis, or depth psychology.

They may work in finance, therapy, investigation, psychology, forensics, or energy work.

They are known for mystery, depth, and emotional control in their professional life. A powerful but often hidden presence.

Sagittarius in the 4th House:

Your future spouse is optimistic, adventurous, and driven by truth and freedom. Their career likely involves travel, philosophy, teaching, or exploration.

They may be educators, travelers, authors, spiritual leaders, philosophers, or involved in international work.

They're seen as wise, inspiring, and sometimes restless or idealistic.

Capricorn in the 4th House:

Your spouse is career-focused, disciplined, and ambitious. Their work often revolves around status, authority, structure, or legacy.

They may be executives, politicians, lawyers, architects, surgeons, or corporate leaders.

They’re known as responsible, hard-working, and serious in their public role. They likely mature into success later in life.

Aquarius in the 4th House:

Your future spouse is unconventional, innovative, and forward-thinking. Their career is likely progressive, humanitarian, or tech-oriented.

They may work in science, tech, activism, innovation, astrology, or community work.

They're seen as eccentric, intellectual, and socially aware, often ahead of their time.

Pisces in the 4th House:

Your spouse is dreamy, artistic, or spiritual. Their career may involve healing, creativity, or emotional depth.

Fields may include music, film, art, spirituality, therapy, charity work, or ocean/marine-related fields.

They’re known for their sensitivity, compassion, and mystique. Their path may be fluid or nontraditional.

[midnitetech]

Home & Hobbies Aspiration Pack

Hey everyone, I finally have a new mod for you - a pack of aspirations!

This pack adds an entirely new aspiration category to your game: Home & Hobbies, designed for Sims who find purpose and joy in the simple, creative, and comforting parts of life. Whether they’re chasing coding side projects, writing sweeping epics, or just enjoying a cup of tea in peace — these Sims thrive where comfort meets creativity.

I really wanted to create aspirations that focus less on career, money, or romance and are more laid-back while still offering plenty of activities, so here are some of the features:

🧸 New Aspiration Category: Home & Hobbies

Includes a custom trait — Comfort-Oriented — granting unique moodlets and a love for calm, cozy living. These Sims are happiest, and do their best work when they're at home!

✨ 4 Fully-Fleshed Aspirations:

🔸 Home & Hearth

This Sim wants to balance family, friendships, and flawless homemaking.

Features:

Custom gift-giving by mail

New family-focused social interactions

Reward Trait: Heart of the Home

🔸 Fiction Fanatic

This Sim lives for storytelling — from world-building to wild plot twists.

Features:

New Historical Fiction book genre

Creative-focused social interactions

Reward Trait: Master Storyteller (reward unlocks writing Historical Fiction)

🔸 Cozy Introvert

This Sim thrives on quiet comforts, soft routines, and peaceful self-expression.

Features:

Custom blogging and journaling interactions (with a new journal object!)

Peaceful walk interaction

Reward Trait: Inner Calm

🔸 Tech Hobbyist

This Sim loves to build, tinker, and code for the sheer fun of it.

Features:

Side project coding gigs

Unlock custom websites, special gigs, and awards!

Reward Trait: Digital Architect

🧩 Every aspiration includes:

Fully custom goals

Exclusive interactions and social options

Unique reward traits

Base Game Compatible—no packs required!

📦 Whether your Sim wants to curl up with a good book, delve into coding, or pour their passion into a personal blog, this pack opens up new ways to play — all grounded in the simple joys of staying home and geeking out. I worked on this for over a month, ensuring that I'd covered every detail, so I really hope you love it.

So, let your Sims get cozy, get creative, and feel right at home. 💻📖🕯️

⚠️REQUIRED⚠️ 🌐Lot 51's Core Library 📁midnitetech_modlibrary 🎮DLC: None/Base Game Compatible mod

📋Optional: 📖Write Books Overhaul for publishing the new genre (no need to redownload that mod if you already have it—I included the tuning in its last update)

PATREON (early access until 25th June 2025)

[starsandsuch]

Some notes on Chitra 💎🍡🐅

The 14th Nakshatra. It’s ruled by Mars and is the bridge between sidereal Virgo and Libra. Being contained between 23.20 degrees Virgo and 6.40 degrees Libra.

Deity: Tvastar the celestial architect

Their symbol is a Jewel/Pearl. Some sources would say it’s symbolized as a diamond as well. Their yoni is a female tiger.

This can apply to Sun, moon, Ascendant, lagnesh or Atmakaraka in Chitra. Honorable mention ketu in Chitra.

Here are some observations I’ve made about them:

↠ They look good on camera.

↠ Usually have thick defined eyebrows.

↠ They’re one to obsess over their appearance in a very thorough way.

↠ They have round eyes that look glossy like marbles. Their face is heart shaped.

↠ At a certain point they learn people like looking at them; as many find them physically attractive. They’re not one hide away from that gaze of others, but embrace the attention that comes with being attractive.

↠ They love attention and being the center of things.

↠ They hate having body hair. Many opt to getting laser: permanent hair removal. Ironically enough a lot of them tend to be genetically very hairy.

↠ Even Chitra men hate having body hair. My Chitra guy friend used to shave his legs and I thought it way so weird for a (straight) guy to do that??.😭

↠ Chitra women are thicc. They usually have full hips and big butt.

↠ Fun fact: when I used to do astrology readings , I offered a reading where I’d describe your physical appearance based on your birth chart , and literally every single person who bought that reading had Chitra Sun, moon or ascendant. Mainly ascendant though.

↠ They are good at orchestrating drama. They highkey love drama.

↠ They live for controversy/ creating controversy

↠ Being the conductor of the drama then being the one to try to fix it , is a classic Chitra trope to me.

↠ They actually have a masterful talent of orchestration of drama but never get caught or blamed for it.

↠ They know how to be manipulative of social narratives. They know how to act or say things in order to get a certain reaction from others.

↠ This why they make good lawyers, bc during prosecution you have to make the defendant person look guilty through power of suggestion & insinuation. And put that seed of doubt in the jury’s mind based on their line of questioning. Basically indirectly accusing them without saying it directly.

↠ They’re naturally passive aggressive. They can display the mask of cordiality but secretly plot of someone’s downfall.

↠ They can poke and prod people to get an emotional or angry emotion out of them.

↠ A lot of them are very critical and judgmental. They can be judgmental towards family members especially.

↠ One thing I’ve see with Chitra that no one ever talks about is how good they are at predicting social trends. They usually know about /do something a few years before it’s popular.

↠ I sense they’re good at trend forecasting since Libra naturally has Aquarius in their 5th house. 5th house= talents, Aquarius= the future. So they have a talent for predicting the future.

↠ Two examples of this:

↠ #1 Kim Kardashian (who has Chitra Sun) and her affinity for social media was ahead of its time. Her long-hair-bbl-aesthetic was arguably the first prototype in the copy paste look you see on Instagram.

↠ Also when I watched KUWTK , in a 2012 episode she had a selfie book, and would take selfies with a mini LED light attached to her DSLR camera. Now it’s the norm to have mini lighting equipment in your purse. But she had that even before iPhones were that mainstream.

↠ #2 Soulja Boy (who has Chitra moon) is a known pioneer with music artists/social media. He was one of the 1st to have an online image as a rapper / go viral /have a viral dance for a hit song etc. Basically that formula is the mainstream strategy for success in the music industry in present day. But he did all that in like 2008 before iPhones/IG/tiktok etc.

↠ They will thrive in any career where you have to curate the aesthetics of something. Being a stylist, decorator, image consultant are all very Chitra-like.

↠ These natives are good at making money. Any Chitra person I’ve known IRL is good at money management or they are wealthy. 💰

↠ They’re good at party planning or event planning.

↠ I’ve also seen this be a successful social media influencer Nakshatra. They will post on socials and in a relatively “short” time gain a lot of engagement/followers etc.

↠ They seem to be always on the pulse of social trends/ pop culture etc

↠ They love dressing up as different personas, they are good at impersonating people. They like to personify different cultures through their aesthetic.

↠ They attract very aggressive people as partners.

↠ Libra naturally has their 7th house in Aries so they attract people with Martian energy. Aggressive, straightforward, blunt, controlling.

↠ They have a spouse that is a different ethnicity than them. Likely to be in an interracial relationship.

↠ A lot of them are very intelligent and get high marks in school, some even be valedictorian, magna cumlaude, summa cumlaude etc.

↠ Many get involved in politics or law.

↠ They are social climbers

↠ They love to argue.

↠ The especially like bantering. They’ll be sports commentators, podcaster, fashion critic, pop culture critic, etc.

↠ They get over things quickly. They don’t dwell on the past and let that hold them back from future endeavors. They’re always trying to achieve something new.

[lavandulawrites]

Sumeru’s Damsel In Distress

Yandere Alhaitham, yandere Cyno, yandere Kaveh, yandere Tighnari x female reader (not separate)

Part 2

I was wishing for Sethos and managed to get c3 Alhaitham (he was c0). When I played Cyno’s story quest earlier today I got the idea for this fic. (Let me know if anyone wanna be apart of my taglist).

Synopsis: You are invited to Alhaitham and Kaveh’s house among with your two friends, to taste their new tea.

Masterlist

Warnings: drugging, imprisonment

Word count: 1974

Kaveh had been stirring the tea for 5 minutes straight. The cup was in a beautiful dark green design with little flowers. The tea spoon was engraved with flower details and must have cost a small fortune. You were sitting on the divan to the left of Kaveh. He had prepared some tea for the five of you and brought it out in the little salon in his and Alhaitham’s house. The tea set was beautiful and luxurious, a good fit for Kaveh’s exquisite tastes. Tighnari and Cyno was sitting opposite of you and Alhaitham to your left.

The window behind you were open and the curtains fluttered in the warm summer wind. The flowers on the windowsill colourful and clearly thriving in the heat. The garden behind the house well attended and beautiful.

You fiddled with your bracelet. Your gaze flickered up and your eyes met orange ones. The general mahamattra’s eyes were watchful. His white brows furrowed slightly.

Tighnari eyed Kaveh’s stirring intensely.

The blond smiled. “I saw your new book in the bookstore today. I must say the design you chose is absolutely stunning” his voice eager. “I started reading it, but unfortunately I haven’t had the time to finish it yet” he laughed sheepishly. The spoon in his hand still stirring in an almost robotic manner.

The dark haired fox stilled Kaveh’s hand and muttered something between his sharp teeth. The architect nodded slightly and stilled his movement.

“Your novel is definitely one of the best I have read. Your sight on humanity and morals are really interesting as well as your storytelling. I am impressed” Alhaitham drew your attention away from the forest ranger and the architect. His lips twisted up into a small smile.

Kaveh sat your teacup in front off you and smiled. “The instructions on the package said to stir it good, so sorry for the wait” he laughed awkwardly.

“It’s okay” you shook your head.

Kaveh poured the steaming hot tea into four cups for each of the men. He stirred them, but not as long as he had with yours. When you were about to open your mouth, Tighnari chimed in “When you stir it extra long, the taste is milder. We know how you prefer your tea mild”.

You picked up the teacup. It was hot, but not too hot. The aroma slightly sweet. You caught your reflection in the dark surface. A sudden bad feeling crept through your veins and your hand stilled.

Noticing your hesitation, Alhaitham spoke up. “Are you alright?” his voice concerned.

“Yeah, I just got lost in thought…” you smiled slightly. With a slightly trembling hand you brought the cup to your lips. You didn’t know why you had such a bad feeling. You wanted to brush it off, but something told you to trust your instincts.

Tighnari cleared his throat. “This blend has great health benefits so I would advise you to drink it” despite his soft voice, you could make out the sternness hidden beneath it.

A weak “Yeah” escaped your lips.

You wrapped your lips carefully around the rim and swallowed. The tea was slightly sweet and a little bitter, but overall pleasant. You swallowed and lowered the cup.

As your gaze went between the four men before you, you noticed the hint of relief in their expressions. Kaveh grinned beside you and lifted his cup. “Let’s toast to [Name]’s newest book!”

The five off you brought your cups over the table and clinked them against each others. You did not miss how they exchanged glances. Their eyes swirling with a deep emotion you couldn’t quite place. It sent shivers down your spine and you gulped. Alhaitham’s ever so observant eyes didn’t miss the shift in your manner.

Time blended together as you talked about all and nothing. Your uneasiness had long passed and the house was filled with laughter. As time went on you felt slightly drowsy and you casted a glance over at the clock on the wall. It was time for you to head home.

You cleared throat “I think it’s time for me to head home. Thanks for having me, Alhaitham and Kaveh. I have had so much fun”. You smiled and was about to stand up when Kaveh placed a hand on your shoulder, making you sit down again. “Wait a moment. I will bring you some food to go. We didn’t eat it all so there’s plenty left!” his smile didn’t reach his eyes which were wide and frantic. As he made his way to the kitchen he bumped into different things and almost tilted Cyno’s glass over. Alhaitham eyed the blond with an unreadable expression.

“Are you tired, [Name]?” Cyno’s voice soft. He reached his hand over the table and gently grasped yours. The skin on his fingertips rough after many years of wielding his spear. On the back of your hand his long finger drew circles in a soothing manner.

“I am, that’s why I should head home” your eyelids slightly heavy as you blinked.

The hazel eyed man sighed softly “Why don’t you rest your eyes?”.

Your eyes flickered up to met the fox’s predatory eyes. His expression soft and yearning. A expression one reserved towards their lover.

“I really should… go… home…” your speech became slurred as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

Kaveh entered the room and paused in the opening. Why was his hands empty? Didn’t he say he would bring you some food you could take with you home?

“It finally took affect. I really started to stress out” the blond sighed out in relief.

“I told you I would time it correctly, didn’t I?” Tighnari answered him.

What were they talking about? You leaned back against the backrest, your head heavy and feeling like it was filled with cotton. Your mind drifting. Voices broke through your sleepy state.

“Is she fully out now?”

“Not yet. I would give it a few more minutes.”

“I have already sent her editor a letter in case she wonders where she has gone.”

“It is almost frightening how naive she is… We really did the right thing.”

Strong arms snaked underneath you and cradled you against his chest. A deep voice sounded in your ear “We will take good care of you. No one will hurt you now”.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with a unfamiliar ceiling. Daylight swept through the curtains and lit up the room. Your head was hammering and your body felt numb. You scanned the room as a attempt to understand where you were. The room was decorated with flowers and delicate trinkets. It was decorated exactly as you would decorate it…

You removed the sheets and sat upright. The covers were soft and a pale pink colour. You didn’t wear the clothes you wore last night, but a rose pink nightdress. The fabric was silky and beautiful. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed. You carefully sat down one foot, then the other and slowly rose. You were wobbly and slightly off balance, but you managed to make your way over to the door that seem to lead outside the bedroom.

You slowly opened the door and peered out into the hallway. The interior was the same as that of Alhaitham and Kaveh’s house. Weird. You stopped in your tracks as you tried to recall the night before. None of you had engaged in alcohol. In fact the only beverages you drank were tea and water.

You walked down the hallway as you studied your surroundings. You had been to the scribe’s house before, but you had never been to that part of the house. You stopped before two green tainted glass doors. You could hear the faint sound of voices. Even though you did not hear what they said, you recognised them. It was the voices of your four trusted friends.

You opened the door quietly and entered the kitchen. The smell of freshly baked bread made your stomach slightly growl. The fennec fox had his gaze fixed on you as you entered the kitchen. He had without doubt heard you the moment you stood up from you bed.

At the sound of your stomach, the white haired man turned his head to face you. “You are finally awake. Kaveh already baked some bread. We thought you would be quiet hungry when you woke up” his expression soft and on his mouth was a gentle smile.

You blinked. The kitchen table was set to five. Alhaitam stood by the coffee grinder. His green orange gaze set on you. Kaveh stormed towards you and took your hands in his. “I hope you are hungry! There’s plenty off food, so eat as much as you want!”

You tried to wry your hands out of his grasp, but it proved to be an impossible task. He was really strong, not surprising when he wielded a claymore. “Why am I here?” your question snapped Kaveh out of his cheerfulness. “What happened? What the fuck did you do?” your eyes were wide in terror as you stepped back.

The blond tightened his hold on your small hands. His expression was dark. “We did this to protect you” his answer curt.

The grey haired scribe stepped in and placed a hand on his senior’s shoulder. Kaveh hesitated before he released your hands.

You quickly stepped back. The wall hit you back, making you slightly lose balance. You were trapped. Tears welled up in your eyes. Why didn’t they tell you that this was only a misunderstanding?

“You are going to stay here. This is your new home. Forget about the outside world. It will only do you harm” Alhaitam’s stern voice snapping you out of your tears.

“Yeah, me and Cyno will stay here when our schedules allows us. This is truly for the best” Tighnari smiled. “Why don’t you get something to eat, hmm? You will feel better when you have some food in your stomach” he pulled out a chair for you to sit. “I will get you some medicine too. I can imagine that you have quite the headache now”.

Cyno placed his hand firmly on your lower back and guided you to the table. He looked at you sternly and you sat down. Tighnari gave you some medicine which tasted bitter.

“I still don’t understand…”

“Why did you kidnap me?” you looked up at the four men with a sacred expression.

“It’s not technically kidnapping as you already were in their house…” Cyno remarked.

“Shut it Cyno” Tighnari snapped. “Be a little but more mindful. Her fear is a natural response”.

Cyno held his hands up in a defensive way and muttered a “sorry”.

“We have noticed that you often find yourself in dangerous situations and we think that staying here, is for the best” Kaveh had kneeled down besides you. His hand gently holding yours. “We know all too well how cruel humans can be and we wish to protect you. You are too precious after all, darling” his red eyes laced with obsession mixed with a love deeper than any well.

You swallowed thickly. The situation you found yourself in really started to dawn on you. You were absolutely helpless. There were no chance in hell that you would escape the clutches of the unforgiving general, the intelligent scribe, the passionate architect and the cunning forest ranger. You were truly doomed.

“It seems you finally realise your place. Good” the scribe patted you gently on your head. “Just you wait, it won’t take long before you realise this is where you belong”.

Soft lips met your cheek as you started off into the distance. As the grey haired man lips made contact with your skin, you knew your fate was sealed.

[arcane-ish]

So... is this canon? The "Lanes carved from bedrock" theory

There is this fic by @out-there-tmblr called Brush Off All The Dirt about a the backstory of Silco and Vander meeting as young men in the mines.

There's also the big fat Zaun timeline/chronology meta by @sorceressofthesky

They basically propose the following sequence of events of what exactly might have been the backstory of Silco and Vander and the Lanes as Young Men: namely that they built the Lanes up from scratch.

Let's look at the hints.

1.) Silco, Vander and Cassandra Kiraman are roughly the same age range.

2.) The voice on the recording we assume to be Cassandra. Technically we don't know that for sure I think? 2x01 definitely starts with Cassandra talking because she is talking directly to Caityln

"I know you doubt the merit of your birthright, Caitlyn. There's wisdom in that. But remember: You're a Kiramman."

The voice on the recording picks up directly there with

"But remember: You're a Kiramman."

However it is distorted, in theory this could be ie Cassandra's mother talking to Cassandra and just using the same phrasing. That said, my subtitle thing notes Cassandra for that line.

"The rise of industry in the fissures has led to the air becoming increasingly toxic. They call it the Grey. I've instructed our architects to devise a ventilation system."

So Cassandra as a young woman installed the ventilation system. In the picture where the ventilation system is being opened, she is posing with miners who wear gas masks.

3.) When we see the flashbacks of Vander, neither he, nor Silco, not Connel and Felicia wear gas masks, which suggests the conditions were better for them than during the time when Cassandra was posing. So either Vander and Silco became miners after the changes Cassandra made or were around to see it happen. [note another theory, that shows up in the fanfic, is that those people next to Cassandra might be Piltover engineers who get better gear than the normal miners, following the idea that Pilties need masks and Zaunites are just used to the air, but it still never sat right with me that Felicia would raise her children without protection if there were alternatives; I also think the miner gear just looks pretty similar from the drawing to the flashback]

4.) When Felicai talks to Silco and Vander she says "Tonight a harebrained scheme these two bozos cooked up to turn a dank crack in the earth into a thriving, healthy community became a reality." and later "You two are gonna figure this Zaun thing out. I don't care if you have to carve it out of the bedrock, covered in blisters. You're not allowed to fail anymore."

(that line alone is interesting. Does "you are not allowed to fail anymore" imply they have failed before? there's also the line from Silco to Vander "we both know topside won't listen to anything else.")

5.) In season 1 Vander is protective of the Lanes specifically ("Spare the Lanes"). While Silco wants freedom for all of the undercity.

6.) It gives Vander and Silco something to do between Felicia announcing her pregnancy and the bridge fight. Felicia's words suggest that they have already achieved a lot, the Last Drop is already fully there and looking good. And yet it's several years between Vi being a zygote and Vi being a young kid in the opening scene (I would expect her to be at least 5/6). Time for Vi to have a relative safe happy idyllic childhood as per the Remember Me video. And Silco throwing a molotov and looking scared overall seems like a still fairly innocent reaction, suggesting that there wasn't that much all out open war before the Bridge fight (again matching the rosy, peaceful depiction in the Remember Me video). If Silco and Vander were mostly busy building up their community that would explain why Vi had a very happy childhood rather than being born into turmoil or being raised in the middle of a civil war.

So the solution that for example that fanfic proposes is:

there was an area that was unusable due to Gray

after the ventilation system was installed it tentatively became livable

Vander, Silco, Felicia and Connel started to use their mining knowledge to carve out new areas that new people could live in and built a thriving community

that community's economy was heavily based around on smuggling (as per the statements of Amanda, who also says Vander and Silco created the "market" respectively market area).

it would explain why Felicia is still working as a miner when her kids are small rather than let's say working for Vander at the bar. They are not working for rich mine owners, they are doing their own thing and working for something they believe in.

It seems like it was always a vision of the writers that Vander and Silco "built the Lanes" in whatever form. And season 2 could have brought in the additional backstory of Cassandra making it possible thought her air systems and Felicia being one of the miners who helped.

Now personally, I strongly think that "it does not matter what headcanon the writers have, if they didn't put it on screen it does not count" (ie like Amanda saying Viktor bullshitted his way into the academy or that he helped Sky get a spot there). But it's still interesting to ponder what exactly the writers were envisioning.

Personally, i always like the idea more of Silco and Vander as dashing robbers in their youth, more in the style of "this is exactly the sort of job Vander would've pulled when he was our age."

But I'm willing to wrap my head around alternative takes. I think there is some appeal to the idea that there was something that Vander and Silco built up as young men, something that was their baby and Vander stayed attached to it. That they "built the Lanes" together. And they clashed, because Silco wanted to expand beyond that ("You had my respect. The Lanes' respect, but that… that was never enough for you.").

That said, I'm not super enthralled by it and I'm trying to formulate why. For one it seems kind of less dashing than fun robbers and revolutionaries. Again there's some appeal of actually building something. But "let's build an underground town" ...

1.) it just seems kind of small as a dream compared to

2.) it seems kind of close to what Ekko is doing (don't like how things are being run, build your own community, except with less pretty trees and hoverboards).

3.) It feels kind of like a very American sort of dream? Grab a piece of wild land, tame it, built a thriving merchant town on it.

Again, I don't completely hate it (and I really enjoy that fanfic that goes into the weeds of Silco and Vander figuring out the starting logistics). But overall, I'm glad they left it vague enough so I'm free to imagine it more as Silco and Vander organizing heroic miner strikes for better working conditions or being gangsters who work their way up.

[weebslawyer]

Il Capitano x reader (!wife !fem)

ANGSTISH?

AN: Please, if there are any grammar mistakes I'm so sorry. I didn't planned on having a second part for this, but inspiration hit me at 2 am and I said why not. I hope you will enjoy it just as much.

Words count: 1159

The battlefield where your vengeance began would be etched into legend—a desolation carved by your fury, a testament to the wrath of a love unbroken by time or death. The first to feel your rage were the shadows who had thrived on the chaos Capitano sought to quell. They thought themselves untouchable, hidden behind walls of schemes and lies. But you had been by Capitano’s side long enough to learn the art of patience, the art of war. Their walls crumbled before you, their illusions shattered like glass beneath your relentless pursuit.

Word of your rampage spread like wildfire. To the Harbingers, you were no longer an ally but a storm barreling toward them, a reckoning forged from grief and resolve. To the Archons, you were a specter of vengeance, the embodiment of a love that defied even the divine. They whispered your name in hushed tones, fearing the fury that had once stood quietly beside the man they had underestimated.

The mask you had once cradled in your lap became your emblem, the very symbol of the love and resolve you now wielded as a weapon. You wore it into battle, its features a haunting echo of the man who had once borne it. Behind its shadow, your eyes burned with a fire that refused to be extinguished, a fire that spoke of promises unbroken and a love undying.

It was not enough to destroy your enemies. You sought the truth, peeling back layers of lies and deception until the tapestry of Capitano’s fall lay bare before you. The truth was crueler than you imagined—a betrayal orchestrated by those who had once called themselves his comrades. The weight of it threatened to drown you, but you stood resolute. Capitano had carried the burdens of others for centuries; now, it was your turn to carry his.

In the now too silent home, a home thag hosted your love, tears and sorrows with Capitano, you stood in what was your bedroom. You never touched the bed since that day. Never climbed it it as his scent was lingering his side of the bed. You didnt want to destroy that. How could you?

You walked to the closet, and picked your old uniform. The same you uniform you used when you were under his wing as a warrior in Khaenri'ah. A uniform you wear with so much pride. Even after years, it still fitted you so good. And now, his mask was covering your face, like a protective shield.

Each battle was a prayer, each victory a step closer to justice. Yet, as the bodies piled and the blood soaked the earth, a quiet voice within you whispered of the price you were paying. Could Capitano’s love ever forgive the monster you were becoming?

Still, you pressed on. The final confrontation loomed on the horizon, a tempest of inevitability that would either grant you the closure you sought or consume you entirely. You stood on the precipice of destiny, a figure carved from grief and fury, ready to sunder the heavens themselves if it meant keeping your promise.

When at last you reached the one who had orchestrated Capitano’s fall, there were no words. Only the clash of wills, the thunder of steel, and the roar of your grief turned to wrath. The battle raged as though the world itself had paused to bear witness, the air thick with the weight of centuries of pain.

And then, silence.

You stood victorious, the architect of your love’s undoing broken before you. But there was no triumph in your heart, no solace in their defeat. The vengeance that had fueled your every step left behind an emptiness that no victory could fill. The truth of eternity was laid bare before you: love and loss were intertwined, inseparable, and eternal.

With trembling hands, you laid Capitano’s mask upon the earth, a final offering to the man who had been your anchor, your storm, your everything. The battlefield fell silent once more, not with the mockery of your earlier grief, but with a reverence that spoke of endings and new beginnings.

You whispered into the wind, your voice carrying to whatever corner of the afterlife Capitano might now reside. "I have kept my promise, my love. And now, I will wait for you, as you once waited for me. Until we meet again."

You returned home. You didn't dare to change. From a secret box, kept away in safe space, you picked six, small, beautiful stones made of the ashes of your children. You took out the wedding ring, place three of them in the destinated holes on your ring. You placed the ring back on your finger, and made your way to where Capitano was resting.

He was still the same. Still sitting proud and peaceful on the throne that made his grave. You took your mask off, and placed your scythe next to his sword.

"I'm sorry, my love. I'm so sorry. I hope one day you will forgive me. I hope you have the power in you to forgive me one day" you said crawling on his lap, a place you sat often now.

You took his hand, gently pulling out his wedding ring. You took out the beautiful brocade bag, a small bag and pulled out the rest stones. You held his ring in front of your eyes, where your name was beautifully engraved in his handwriting.

Gently, you started to place the stones, pink for your oldest daughter, dark blue for your second child, a boy, and a purple one for your youngest, another girl.

You looked at him, and gently kissed his cheek "I will marry you all over again. I will say yes to you all over again for as many times as i need. My love. My everything. Lord it's so hard here without you. I miss you every second of the day and night. Our home is not home without you. And now, i don't know what to do. Im happy you got your peace. And i hope you look over me, even if you are disappointed. Just.. don't leave my side" you said as you slipped the ring back on his finger.

You rested your head on his shoulder, his hand in yours, your fingers intertwined, and finally, the remains of your children back with you two, their spirits close. You knew deep down, that even if you were the only one standing, he got the chance to hold, love and caress your children again, something you can only dream about now.

As the dawn broke over the horizon, you turned away, leaving the battlefield behind. The world was quiet now. Yet within you burned a new purpose—not to destroy, but to honor. To remember. To keep his memory alive in the stories you would tell, in the lives you would touch. For even in death, Capitano was your strength, your storm, your eternal light.

[h1biscusgal]

asks in a bundle bc im tired- PART 1

so, good question, hypnagogic is BEFORE sleep, dreaming is DURING sleep, two very different things, dreaming is not tethered to the body, it's actually purely the mind NOT AWAKE, ONLY ENTERS A BRAIN STATE WHERE IT PRODUCES DREAMING, hypnagogic is ABOUT to lose it's awareness to the body (the process of entering the void if aware, and sleep if not aware), but dreaming is more like you move and such, yk? but the Hypnagogia is where you are laid down, won't move, seen flashing lights and imagery that is NOT identifiable. in the hypnagogia it's more like random shapes and imagery, yk?

NAH ML IT ISN'T, IT'S JUST A PIC I FOUND IN PINTEREST. T.T

ml don't ever LET one comment dictate ur life, assumptions create you, when i listen to subs and see ppl complaining they didn't get results, i go past it and act like it's does not concern me, and guess what? i still get results, it's not about "oh im scared it'll happen to me!"

nah ml, simply trust, and ofc i am not forcing anyone to listen to my sub! it was something i just made to help some of those with problems.

yes

OFCCCC, usually it's literally up to you, but i have some ideas here and each can choose, btw, the zones don't dictate your job at all ml.

here's a link of one of my fave old bloggers i adore them sm, here, credits all to her btw

i am so sorry but i did not understand A SHIT-, but i translated it for myself and let's see.

OK SO I TRANSLATED IT, FIRST, OFC MY LOVE U CAN BE MY ANON, AND YES OFC YOU CAN TELL ME UR EXPERIENCES, and yes ofc, it is supposed to feel like your body is separating, that's the whole point ml.

when u change ur grades? it is changed EVERYWHERE

like seriously ive manifested it, it's SO TRIPPY, like i felt i'd get 40 smth on 60 then i go back and see it's fucking 60/60 which is a 100 in my country :D

literally one thing.

identify with the reality that you got a high grade, THATS ALL, like BEEEEE the version that already had the grades, yk?

there is no "it doesn't manifest", literally none, if i managed to change my grades in a day then u DEF can.

simply identify you have it.

ITS OKAYYYY ML, so, to keep awake during an awake method (YOU CAN TRY SLEEP METHODDDDDSSS-)

leave my alter ego alone she likes to yell "use sleeping methods."

anyways! try coffee or an apple beforehand? someone said an energy drink, you could also try during naptimes? daytimes? when you just wake up? AND GOOD LUCK IM PROUD OF U

FUCK THE THOUGHT AND YEET IT OUT OF UR BRAIN, LITERALLY BULLY THAT NAGGING THOUGHT, LIKE SAY:

"NUH UH U DUMB BITCH GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY MIND NUH UH AINT HAPPENING I ALREADY HAVE A 95"

so sorry i acted up- ANYWAYS IT EASY ML, BANISH it, like literally BANISH it, throw it out and burn it-

ok so, in short, having that thought? "so what, bye, off u go"

I SWEAR I MISSED YALL EVEN MORE UGH

FUCK YEAH, remember, you're not "creating", you're simply deciding to live in a version of you that already was friends with that group and these people existed in the first place ofc. MWAH

PLEASE IM ROLLING- NO ML ITS OKAY I UNDERSTAND U ML.

okay first.

if so then lock me up rn first person bc this means that i am seeing things and did not manifest my 100 percent grades, growing taller, healthier hair, my desired body, etc etc.

my love seriously NO- WHAT DO U MEAN NOTHING IS REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL, it is, when you manifest it, you seriously did it, you can't say "OH I HAVE THIS" and it doesn't show up, you change your version, not the "reality" like you be cooking up some shit.

it's not:

OH I WANNA HAVE A CAR, LETS CREATE A REALITY I HAD A CAR,

it goes like this:

OH I WANNA HAVE A CAR, LETS BE THE VERSION THAT I HAVE THE CAR.

(im not mad at u ofc that's me acting up)

seriously those who manifested rn are THRIVING without the need of therapy or whatnot, and let me tell you, the first thing that LOA and those shifting things taught us? is to love yourself.

YES OF COURSE??????? IT WON'T BE DIFFERENT WHEN YOU PUT IT, seriously nothing will go the other way when you don't want it to go different.

DARL U SOUND LIKE ME I ALSO HAVE THEM EXAMS AT 1ST JUNE.

so, let's see, scared?

talk with yourself, sit yourself down and literally talk to the air if you like why is it that you're scared, why? go to the root and eliminate it, gently remind urself.

"but i already know i can, so why? these people who panic don't know the law, but i do!"

see? be gentle, fear is not something to push, don't EVER push fear away, simply PRY it away.

"never properly tried for the void."

"i want my life now."

THEN USE IT AND ENTER???????????

guys please, i love you all so so much like even more than myself but PUH-LEASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSE.

my darling you said you know it's real so you don't doubt it.

you tried 10k aff challenges.

you did this you did that.

and you want your life.

see the problem? you don't say "i have my life."

you say "i WANT my life." want what? be the version that has your life, void or not, i swear it's a click of a finger.

NAH IT'S NOT A GROUP SHIFT DATE (YET) BUT GO AHEAD ML, IT'S CALLED SHIFTING DARLING, pick a method of shifting, and set the intention to shift there, if you have questions of shifting search it up!

OKAY SO.

ts stuff is actually so powerful y'all, but first nope, no "wrong" thing will happen bc the creator himself said he added safety affs, he just put the warning there not for doing something wrong, he meant dont purposely use it for something bad bc it is highly suggestable, but i can understand, and rest assured, it's not going to implant it in the mind, simply listen to it once, then play your sub overnight or once before bed, DW MY LOVE IT'S SAFE, I'VE TRIED IT,

BUTTTTTTTTTTTT, of course i understand if you still feel uncomfortable, i for once may not continue to use it, it is too powerful for me and i could not sleep at all, switch it out with a regular booster, if u want! or simply use isochronic tones beforehand.

I ADORE AND LOVE U MORE OMGWYUEKRMLWHIGFRTYHNJW MWAH MWAH MWAH

SIT DOWN, AND SEE THE ROOT OF THE PROBLEM.

guys really, it's okay to feel like there's a block in your way, gently sit down and talk it out with yourself, you'll see what is in the way, and once you see it, simply work to take it off, done!

OH MY GOD MY MOOT? IWOIQDHEURGFVUEJQIWO YALL THAT'S MY BABY LOOK AT HER OMG WIOUEREJIWKOQPEHFGEI I WANNA GIGGLE.

I KNOW U CAN DO IT SO BAD OMG, MY ASK / INBOX IS OPEN FOR UR SUCCESS OMG.

STOP I'M GIGGLING TEE HEE QUWGYEWQJIIEHIRGWEIHJQ, MWAH MWAH MWAH EXACTLY LIKE SEEING PPL LIKE THIS GOING BACK TO THEIR ROOTS MAKES ME SO HAPYYYYYYYYYYYY

that's actually a good one! i promise to do it when i entered, thanks anon!

yessss, these are all possible according to UR BELIEFSSSSS, and my love i seriously understand you, don't worry ml i get u.

yup. back it up with belief.

OMG YEESSSS I CANNOT WAIT TO MEET EVERYONE THERE.

nah do whatever u want ml, mix both if u want!

im sorry waht.

OKAY SO I LAUGHED, HOPE U ENTER SOON DW, lets see, veg but wanna eat non veg...? i am so sorry i cannot say anything that maybe could offend a certain religion, i myself eat meat and i do not feel bad about it, but it is different for everyone of course! i cannot say about this, sorry.

YESSS PERFECTLY GOOD TOO.

last hope? darl nothing should be ur last "hope"

there is no "hope", only certainty, you ARE doing everything right, simply back it up with BELIEFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF in yourself, you are the method yourself.

okay so, this sounds like the hypnagogic/into void type of state, yknow? the whole symptoms you said is actually a sign it is ENTERING the void, not really FULLY in the void yet, in it you should only feel calmness, and pure peace, no heartbeat, not one feeling of "flying", you'll just feel formless.

wtf tumblr is not letting me post more pics, anyways here is the last remaining ppl:

"anon:

okay so please tell me if I might have shifted or if I'm just going crazy

so bathroom rods. random, I know. but we're getting a new house and we bought some for our bathrooms. however, my dad happened to buy some extras and neither he nor my mom could figure out why. then I told them that we'd discussed having extra rods outside the shower area to hang our dry clothes to change into. BOTH MY PARENTS DONT REMEMBER HAVING THAT CONVO. EVER. this is actually so insane to me like??"

that's shifting!

"anon:

genuine question how do I do an asleep method because I do NOT want to get up for school tomorrow I’d rather live in a castle"

THERE IS THOUSANDDDDDDDS, sleep and have pure belief, or by a subliminal, so any shifting sleep method, do sats, do hypnagogia, there's endless things.

oh my god that was a lot-

[bobacake7]

Welp, might as well make my own faction since everyone else is doing it-

Operation Ichor belongs to @slumbrr-r

Welcome to Hidden Sanctuary or Sanctuary as it’s officially called. Literally the only known place with not only a surviving ecosystem but a thriving one. If you want fresh ingredients or natural remedies and resources, they’re the faction for you! Though they’re nestled in a hidden valley in a giant glass dome so good luck finding them.

Yapping down below. Beware it’s very long.

There are five total roles you could take outside of being a regular civilian:

The Farmers: Self explanatory, they are in charge of growing food and raising the animals for the people of the Sanctuary. Sometimes they’ll send some of their products to the traders.

The Architects: Essentially builders, they are the ones who build homes or important structures inside the Sanctuary a well as reinforcing the dome once a year. They also would build weapons for the defenders to use.

The Caretakers: Basically the healers. They tend to the wounded or sick and make sure they get the care they needed. Some would also be in charge of childcare for the daycare system.

The Defenders: The protectors of Hidden Sanctuary. They make sure no intruders get through the dome especially twisteds. They control who gets in and out the dome and will double check outsiders just to make sure none are twisted or hiding ulterior motives that could prove detrimental to the Sanctuary.

The Traders: The only role who travels beyond the dome. They would trade items such as fresh food or resources only the Sanctuary would be able to produce in exchange for items like metal or even weaponry that the Sanctuary can’t get access to or create otherwise. Basically the more valuable item you have, the more likely the traders would give you better quality crops or even a horse or cattle if you’re lucky.

Onto the founders!

They are the ones who contributed to creating the dome and its current operations. They are also the leaders of each role that’s available.

Florean is the leader of the Farmers. He basically makes sure the crops and animals are up to quality and doesn’t tolerate any less. He’s generally friendly and quite the hard worker, often being seen toiling away in the fields. Florean has a neutral stance on outsiders as to him, as long as they don’t bring harm to the toons already living there or to the other Founders, what’s the harm of letting them hang around? Though he does keep an eye on them, just in case.

Indigo is the leader of the Architects. He oversees the building operations and makes sure everything is going smoothly. Indigo is quiet and reserved who often can be found napping at odd times throughout the day when off-duty. This tends to get him a lecture from the other Founders, mostly by Blossom and Blade but he is competent at what he does. Indigo is weary of outsiders and tends not to interact with them much. Though he isn’t outright against their presence in the Sanctuary, he still worries of ulterior motives.

Blossom is the leader of the Caretakers. He’s the main healer of the dome and is the one who procures the medication and natural remedies needed to tend to the injured or ill. Blossom is very maternal and kind-hearted, often making the effort to check in on the people around him to make sure they’re doing well both physically and mentally. He’s very welcoming of outsiders and would make an effort to make their visit comfortable. Blossom sympathizes with the twisteds and would sometimes sneak in food their way, even if they can’t really eat.

Blade is the leader of the Defenders. She basically acts as the head general and assigns other Defenders to different posts around the dome of the Sanctuary. Blade is fiercely protective of the Sanctuary and its inhabitants and has a deep seated loyalty towards the other Founders. Blade has a lot of suspicions when it comes to outsiders and tends to be openly hostile towards them if she suspects foul play which Blossom often reins her back from. Overall the least likely to actually warm up to an outsider out of the five Founders.

Loop is the leader of the Traders. She’s the one who oversees the trade market and is the main inspector of all the goods that are brought back to the Sanctuary to ensure their quality before giving them out for the other Founders to make use of. Loop is laidback and acts unbothered by the world around her most times. Though Loop acts aloof most times, she does show empathy and kindness to the less fortunate and is very fond of the other Founders in her own unique way. Loop is relatively friendly towards outsiders given she’s interacted with them the most out of all the Founders. Though she still keeps them at arms length.

The Founders essentially act like a dysfunctional but loving family. While they all have differing approaches to dealing with outsiders, they will provide those in need shelter and the resources before sending them on their way once they can survive on their own.

Relations to the other factions (the cannon ones anyway):

Gardenview- Neutral, both factions barely come across each other especially with the Sanctuary’s secretive nature.

Ruin Corp- Friendly, the Traders would sometimes seek out their services for when they need help transporting goods around the city.

Zodiac- Hostile, all Zodiac members are one of the few banned toons and if they attempt to come near the dome it’s on sight for the Defenders.

The Merchant Order- Friendly, the Traders have a blast getting new things from that faction each time they trade.

Note that these relations are up to change if the creator wishes to put their own input on the relations of these factions with my own.

That’s all, have a good day/night!

[thatnightlamp]

Hello!

Your characterization of Rogal Dorn is unparalleled. I love your Dorn work so much! I feel that he’s one of the more overlooked primarchs.

I also saw that your requests are currently open. I was wondering if we can please have some more. Literally anything with Dorn. It can be cute or spicy. Domesticity with the Praetorian of Terra.

I want to try something new with Modern Au. Dorn is a retired military in this Au but it not mentioned much. Multi scenario, I just write what comes to my mind.

The house was quiet.

Not empty—never empty, but full in a different way. There was the faint hiss of simmering water from the kitchen, the rustle of fabric as heavy hands folded laundry, the low growl of the floorboards beneath feet that moved deliberately, precisely, as if each step was a chosen command in an unspoken ritual of peace.

Rogal Dorn was folding your socks.

Each one laid perfectly, heel to toe, pressed flat. The basket beside him was nearly empty—of course it was, because he’d started at 5 am with the discipline of a man conducting a military inspection. He didn’t allow chaos. Not even among wayward laundry.

You emerged from the bedroom wearing one of his shirts—it hung loose off your shoulders, sleeves rolled up, and you were still rubbing sleep from your eyes. The sight of him, crouched by the couch with a stack of neatly folded towels arranged like military rations, made your heart ache in that too-tender way only he could cause.

"Morning," you murmured.

Dorn looked up. Something in his face softened instantly, the way it only ever did for you.

"Coffee is brewing," he said simply, rising to his full, imposing height. "Breakfast is thirty percent complete. The eggs are cooling; I’ll reheat them."

"You reheated eggs once, and now you talk like you’re preparing a field ration."

"They should not sit too long," he said, arching one perfect golden brow. "The texture is compromised."

You chuckled and padded over to press your face to his chest. He smelled like warmth and citrus and home. His arms wrapped around you automatically, enormous hands splayed across your back, and he let out a small exhale when you hugged him tighter.

"I like waking up to you," you whispered.

He didn’t answer for a long moment. Then, softly: "I like… being here for you to wake up to."

There was a weight behind the words. A subtle ache. The kind of thing only you would notice.

Because Rogal Dorn—architect, strategist, man of unshakable walls—was still learning how to live in a space that asked nothing of him except his love.

You tilted your head back to meet his eyes. "What’s that look?"

His jaw worked for a moment. "I was thinking about the groceries."

You blinked. "The groceries?"

"Yes. The delivery window is between nine and eleven. I requested ‘no substitutions’ in case they try to send those soft tomatoes again. I will not compromise your stew with inferior produce."

You stifled a laugh. "God, you’re intense."

"I am efficient," he said seriously. "And… attentive."

His hand drifted up your spine, anchoring you gently against his chest.

"Would you like your breakfast now?"

You smiled. "Yes, husband. Show me your tactical omelet."

He growled—quietly—and kissed your forehead with absurd delicacy.

-

Dorn kept a garden.

It was not dainty. Nothing he did ever was. But it was beautiful in its order: a raised-bed fortress of herbs, vegetables, and quietly thriving flowers, built with walls he had stacked by hand. The design was over engineered for a backyard plot, angled stones for drainage, reinforced edges, a clever irrigation line that ran through a pressure valve he’d custom built in the garage.

"Are you building a greenhouse or a planetary defense grid?" you had once joked.

He’d stared at you and said: "Both, if necessary."

Right now, he was kneeling in the soil, pale skin catching the sun, muscles shifting beneath a tank top, forearms dirt smudged in a way that was almost obscene. He was snipping rosemary with the seriousness of a man diffusing a bomb.

You brought out a pitcher of water and two glasses. "Want a break, sunshine?"

He looked up, and his eyes—those fierce, unreadable eyes, warmed the second they met yours.

"I was completing a task," he said. "But I will pause. For you."

You sat beside him, legs stretched out in the grass. He took the glass from your hand, his fingers brushing yours, and drank like it was a communion offering.

The stillness that settled between you was companionable, soft. You watched a bee land on one of his tomatoes. He didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch.

"They like you," you said.

"They are efficient," he said.

You nudged him with your knee. "You’re not so scary after all, huh?"

He didn’t answer—but the corner of his mouth twitched, the smallest echo of a smile.

-

It was always the same when packages arrived.

You’d hear the doorbell, move to answer it, and then, like some spirit of vengeance rising from the depths of domestic peace, Dorn would appear.

Today it was a poor kid in a red delivery uniform, barely out of college, holding a small parcel labeled "FRAGILE."

"Hi, uh, delivery for…" the kid began.

Dorn opened the door.

The boy went stock still.

All seven feet of him stood there, massive, shoulders squared like the doorway had been built to contain him and only barely managed it. He looked down at the package. Then at the delivery man. Then back at the package.

"Is it intact?" Dorn asked, voice cool and grave.

The kid swallowed. "Y-yeah?"

Dorn narrowed his eyes. "You are certain."

"Y-yes sir! Absolutely. I—uh—I carried it by hand."

Dorn reached forward, took the box with a kind of reverent suspicion, and turned it over in his hands like he was checking for explosives.

"…You have done well," he said finally.

The kid nodded like he’d been knighted. "T-thanks, sir. Have a good one."

You appeared just in time to catch the tail end of it. As Dorn shut the door with the precision of a vault, you leaned against the wall and gave him a look.

"You terrify them."

"They must be tested," he said simply.

"It’s a teacup set, Rogal."

"It was labeled fragile," he said flatly, as if the word had grave strategic importance. "Not optional."

-

He didn’t sleep like most people.

He didn’t spread out, or sprawl. He curled himself around you—massive, warm, still half-alert even in dreams, and held you like he was the only barrier between you and a chaotic world.

Tonight, it was raining. The kind of rain that wrapped the house in hush and heat. You lay together in bed, your head tucked under his chin, one leg tangled with his, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your hand.

"I never imagined this," he said quietly.

You blinked. "This?"

He nodded, cheek brushing your temple. "A quiet life. The absence of war. I did not believe it was for me."

You traced the scar over his ribs with your fingertip. "You deserve peace."

His arms tightened around you, slow and careful. "I did not know I deserved it… until you."

There it was again. That deep, trembling honesty that only you got to hear.

You turned in his arms, facing him fully, and kissed the center of his chest.

"Then stay. As long as you want."

"I will never leave," he said, voice a vow.

And you believed him.

Because if there was one thing Rogal Dorn never did, it was abandon what he had sworn to protect.

And now, that was you.