#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 people 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.

[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!

[thecasadesign]

[nerdycheol]

I Loathe You Forever? | Jeon Jungkook

❤️‍🔥Pairing: real estate developer!jungkook x architect!f reader

❤️‍🔥Genre: Enemies-to-lovers, slow-burn romance, comedic misunderstandings, professional rivalry, personal growth, future smut

❤️‍🔥est. release date: 14 Jan 2025

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note: I'M BACKKK, with a series this time. Had written n number of plots for an enemies to lovers fic. FINALLY, came to this. Hope y'all give love and support.

Yours lovingly, Rae 🐼

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Jeon Jungkook is a cocky, successful real estate developer who thrives on cutthroat deals and winning at all costs. You, on the other hand, are a fiercely independent architect who despises his arrogance and underhanded business tactics. The two of you have clashed multiple times over competing projects, your mutual disdain becoming infamous in the industry.

When a high-profile client announces a massive partnership project, you and Jungkook are forced to work together, much to your horror. Your constant bickering and passive-aggressive jabs turn every meeting into a battlefield, making it nearly impossible to get anything done.

One fateful night, after a client dinner filled with alcohol, dares, and heated arguments, you wake up in Las Vegas, hungover and... married. Neither of you remembers how it happened, but the signed documents and legal proofs are undeniable.

Initially, you both agree to annul the marriage immediately, but the client—delighted by your “union”—makes it clear that the partnership will only proceed if you remain married for the duration of the project. Seeing no other option, you begrudgingly agree to keep up the charade.

As you navigate your “fake marriage,” the forced proximity leads to unexpected moments of vulnerability. Jungkook begins to admire your dedication and creativity, while you start to see glimpses of a softer, more genuine side of him beneath his bravado. Your love-hate dynamic begins to shift as you realize your animosity might have been masking something deeper all along.

But when the truth about how you got married comes to light, your fragile truce is tested. Can you overcome the mistakes of your past and admit your feelings, or will your stubbornness ruin your chance at real love?

CHAPTER INDEX:

The Nemesis

The Art of Not Killing Your Partner

What Happens in Vegas… Doesn’t Stay There

[insigniagroups]

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

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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.

[rambite6]

Chitra nakshatra analysis - Part 1

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This post serves as an introduction to the series. In this part of the Chitra analysis series, I will explore on how this nakshatra manifests in relation to identity, beauty, and creativity.

Chitra is the 14th nakshatra in the lunar mansion, located in both Kanya (♍︎) and Tula (♎︎), and is ruled by Mars. Chitra is opposite both Ashwini and Revati. Its deity is Tvashhtar, the celestial architect, Tvashhtar actually takes two forms, one being Vishvakarma, the creator of the universe. Tvashhtar is also associated with Maya, as it creates illusions. The word Chitra translates to “the brilliant one” or “shining jewel,” and some astrologers interpret it as “pretty picture” or “beautiful one.” Which reflect the core themes of beauty and craftsmanship within this nakshatra.Chitra is symbolized by pearls, reflecting the purity, refinement, and hidden depth aligning with Chitra’s ability to transform raw material into beauty.

Beyoncé, a Chitra ♍︎ ↑, is one of the most renowned performers in the world, known for her constant crafting of image, brand, and perfectionistic work ethic. From her first solo album, she has demonstrated her love for combining visuals and music to create an immersive experience and tell a story. Beyoncé’s albums reflect her artistic evolution, as she expands across different genres, dance styles, and fashion expressions. As seen in her live performances, everything is meticulously calculated—even her water breaks are choreographed to maintain the flow and rhythm of the performance, is very much in line with Chitra’s need for form that functions both practically and aesthetically. In her behind-the-scenes documentary, Beyoncé is shown to be the first to arrive at work and the last to leave, constantly critiquing and arranging every detail, from dance choreography to stage props and music arrangements. Chitra natives tend to have constant irritability; the greater the challenge, the more creative they become. They can experience depression when they’re not actively creating. This perfectionism stems from Virgo energy, with its need for work and routine, and ties to the 6th house themes. In her live performances, Beyoncé often remixes her older songs, giving them new interpretations and refinements. The perfectionist and creative drive has been evident since her days in Destiny’s Child, contributing to her standout presence within the group. Chitra is known for its ability to shine, and with Spica—the brightest star in the constellation—Chitra natives are naturally conspicuous, drawing attention for their brilliance.

Courtney Love, a Chitra ♎︎ ↑, embodies a rebellious feminine energy that aligns perfectly with the essence of Chitra. Her music, innovative style, and the grunge movement she helped popularize reflect the raw creativity and artistic expression central to this nakshatra. Courtney’s popularization of the “kinderwhore” style, along with her brand of music, showcases Chitra’s themes of beauty, rebellion, and political expression, as Chitra natives are motivators of justice, which is reflected in Libra’s influence. When you think of Courtney Love, her wild, teased bleached-blonde hair, red pouty lips, vintage distressed baby doll dresses, and raw, gritty voice come to mind. Her fashion has inspired many, and she purposefully cultivates a unique aesthetic, collecting vintage items, arranging heart-shaped boxes filled with poetry, baby dolls, and other objects that fit the mood of her expression. aligning with the natives of this nakshatra love for the arrangement of beautiful things. Courtney matches her aesthetic with her music, using imagery in her songwriting. Interestingly, many rappers also have Chitra placements, as this nakshatra is has its skill in wordplay and rhythm, similar to Hasta’s affinity for poetry. Courtney Love is also known for her controversial public persona, but Chitra natives often thrive in controversy. No matter what they do, people continue to consume their work and cannot stop looking, which benefits their image—a key aspect for Chitra. The juxtaposition of chaos and crafted beauty aligns with Chitra’s inherent duality. Olivia Rodrigo, with her Chitra ☽ in ♍︎, draws influence from Courtney Love, especially in the themes of heartbreak, angst, and vulnerability in her album Guts.

Olivia even references Holes live through this album cover album cover. I’ve observed similar imagery in other Chitra natives, like Adriana Lima Chappell Roan and Olivia Rodrigo. Pageants, which represent women performing beauty also reflect the themes of Chitra. Contestants in pageants focus on discipline, individuality, and performance as they compete to “stand out” from the other participants, which can lead to insecurity and pressure. This mirrors the drive for perfection and the complex balance between self-expression and external expectations that these natives often navigate.

Doja Cat, with both Chitra ♎︎ ☉ ↑, is a prime example of Chitra’s dynamic, ever-changing image and artistic experimentation, paired with controversy. As I’ve mentioned before, Chitra natives thrive as rappers, and Doja Cat is a versatile artist who both raps and sings (as Beyoncé also does in some of her songs). Doja’s constant experimentation with different music genres and fashion is a key aspect of her image. Her bold fashion statements and risk-taking on the red carpet and in everyday life reflect’s the nakshatra’s drive for reinvention and creativity. She continuously renews her style, which is reminiscent of Chitra♎︎☽ artist Grace Jones, known for her unique beauty and artistic expression in both fashion and music. Doja’s controversies have followed her since the beginning of her career, but she projects an idgaf attitude when called out. Much of her trolling, Chitras tend to lean into, is not meant to be taken seriously but instead aims to provoke a reaction. Chitra natives do this in order to get others to reveal hidden truths, pretending to hold offensive or oppressive views, even though they don’t actually agree with the controversial things they say. Doja Cat reference this in her song “Demons” which chitra nakshatra is Rakshasa Gana (Demonic). Doja’s experimentation with music and visuals can be seen in the work of other Chitra artist , like Chitra ♎︎ ☽ artist Santigold, who was prominent during the indie sleaze era. Another notable example is Chitra ☉ in ♍︎ Arca, known for their electronic sound and enigmatic visuals.

Chitra ♎︎ ☽, actress Jodie Turner-Smith, is more widely recognized for her beauty than her film work. Chitra, at times, can be reduced to just aesthetic appeal, reinforcing the balance between their artistic expression and physical presence.

Alexa Demie, with her Chitra ♎︎ ☽, is widely known for her beauty, fashion statements, and the memorable way she delivers lines in her acting, which has even led to her being memed. Claire Nakti mentioned in her Chitra exploration video that both Jyestha and Chitra are used as memes due to their Mars-Mercury energy. Alexa is also a designer and singer-songwriter, with a highly unique creative vision and influential style. While in high school, Alexa created a pair of sunglasses called Mainframe, which became so popular that Nicki Minaj wore them in the “Massive Attack” music video. Alexa has said that she made them simply because she liked designing things. She also mentioned styling celebrities, which shows how her creative network within the industry has helped her grow. Chitra natives gain opportunities through their networks, as Libra (which rules Chitra) is associated with partnerships and connections, with the 7th house ruling how we relate to others. Chitra is referred to as the “star of opportunity,” and Alexa mentioned that she got her role on Euphoria through a director she had befriended beforehand.

Another observation I’ve noticed among some Chitra women is their troubled relationship with their fathers, that tends to be distant or strained, usually due to the father’s actions. Alexa Demie has shared that she wasn’t close to her father, only seeing him during family therapy visits at rehab. This pattern is also seen with other Chitra women For example, Anna Nicole Smith, a Chitra Moon and Ascendant native, didn’t meet her father until adulthood, and when she did, he tried to sleep with her, despite knowing she was his daughter. Beyoncé’s father, Matthew, was instrumental in her success as her manager, but his controlling nature and infidelity created a rift between them, ultimately leading to Beyoncé firing him as her manager and having a strained relationship for a while.

Chitra’s have a distinct sense of style, including a love for animal prints particularly cheetah print, bold patterns, and dramatic makeup, influenced by the nakshatra animal yoni the female tiger, a feline with vibrant orange fur and black stripes. They also tend to favor updos, as Chitra is associated with form and beauty. Updos are elegant and highlight the face and neck, drawing attention to these features in a way that aligns with this nakshatra aesthetic focus.

Chitras are in the process of constantly crafting their identity, much like a pearl, through patience and brilliance, as you’ll see in my examples. This mirrors their need for perfection, as pearls take time to form—slowly, with persistence. However, pearls are also formed through the irritation and pressure within the shell, which is why people with chitra placements tend to create their best work under stress. Chitra’s possess versatility and a natural flair for aesthetics, performance, and reinvention. They are multifaceted, able to embody multiple aspects of creativity that often influence both their personal and professional lives.

[homunculus-argument]

Random worldbuilding idea:

There's one specific flower that grows in exactly one location on this entire continent - in one spot of the historical royal garden of one kingdom's grand castle. Centuries ago, when the castle was being built, the architects featured a curious thing in the blueprints: The earliest known form of indoor plumbing that's been known in this realm. In reality, this highly hyped up novel new technology only consists of one simple pipe, leading through the walls from the queen's bathing chamber to the garden, so that her bathwater could be poured out with ease without the ordeal of carrying it away one bucket at the time, or simply tossed out of a window.

As architects generally don't care about anyone else's job or convenience, the pipe did indeed lead straight out into the garden. Regularly watered by the lukewarm soapy bathwater, over time this specific shaded spot turned into an unique environment. The soil was enriched by ingredients in the royal bathing oils, and the water itself kept the spot warm despite of the shade. Nobody knows exactly how the first seeds ended up there, but at some point a flower that grew nowhere else in the land - that no-one had ever seen before - began to thrive there.

It would take centuries before the flower was identified by any other name than the one the local people knew it by: It was a rainforest flower, something that naturally thrives in the shade of much taller plantlife in a far warmer climate, which found a home here, in a spot that was both too warm and too shaded for any native plants. The name of the flower is also a local colloquial term for a specific kind of man: The type that's devotedly in love with a woman who does not want him, and continues to worship her despite of it being obvious that she will never return his feelings.

As both, after all, live neglected in the shade, surviving off of some queen's bathwater.

[johnniesmoke]

The Smokovichian Friendship Spiral: Art and Connection

In the grand tradition of Smokovichian innovation, the spiral overlay began to take on deeper layers of meaning as artists, philosophers, and even sociologists explored its implications. What initially appeared to be a geometric exercise—a combination of Fibonacci’s natural spiral and Smokovichian squares—revealed itself to be more than mathematics. It was, they realized, a friendship map and the very foundation of fine art.

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The Spiral as a Friendship Map

Imagine the overlay of the Fibonacci spiral and Smokovichian squares as a map of human relationships. The spiral itself, organic and ever-expanding, represents the way friendships grow naturally. A single point—an initial connection—expands outward in curves, forming networks of mutual support and understanding. Each new friend is another layer, another turn of the spiral, infinitely widening the circle of community.

But it’s not all smooth curves. Life introduces Smokovichian squares—moments of structure, effort, and intention. These squares represent the conscious acts of friendship: the phone calls made during tough times, the intentional gatherings, the deliberate choice to support someone even when it’s inconvenient. These sharp angles, juxtaposed against the spiral’s curves, symbolize the balance between organic growth and intentional care.

Through this lens, the Smokovichian overlay teaches us that meaningful relationships aren’t purely spontaneous. Like the squares interrupting the spiral’s flow, friendship requires effort, planning, and sometimes a willingness to carve out time and space in an otherwise chaotic life.

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The Spiral as the Foundation of Fine Art

Artists soon saw the Smokovichian spiral as more than a representation of relationships. It became a blueprint for fine art itself. The Fibonacci spiral had long been a guide for composition, found in the works of masters like Da Vinci and Van Gogh. But the overlay of Smokovichian squares added something new: intentionality within natural beauty.

Fine art, the artists argued, thrives on this balance. The Fibonacci curves provide flow and harmony, drawing the eye with effortless grace. The Smokovichian squares add tension and focus, creating moments of contrast that challenge the viewer. Together, they form a visual language that mirrors life—where beauty and effort coexist.

Painters began using the overlay to plan their compositions, dividing canvases into curved zones of emotion and squared zones of intellectual challenge. Architects incorporated it into their designs, blending the organic with the geometric. Sculptors used the overlay to shape their works, ensuring that every curve and angle reflected the balance between nature and human intention.

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The Spiral's Legacy

As the Smokovichian Friendship Spiral gained traction, it became more than an artistic tool or a map of relationships. It became a philosophy, a way of seeing the world. Communities began using the spiral as a guide for urban planning, ensuring that neighborhoods balanced organic growth with intentional design. Teachers used it to help students understand the interplay between spontaneity and discipline. Even digital artists found inspiration in the overlay, using it to create virtual worlds that felt both natural and crafted.

But perhaps the greatest testament to the spiral’s power came in the form of human connection. People began to view their relationships as works of art, something to be nurtured with both the spontaneity of the Fibonacci spiral and the deliberate care of Smokovichian squares. Each friendship became a masterpiece, each community a gallery.

And so, the Smokovichian overlay came to represent not just evolution or geometry, but the very essence of humanity: a spiral of infinite possibility, grounded in the intentional acts that make life beautiful.

[acornsinmypocket]

The Iranian missile attack on Israel last week consisted of about 200 missiles. Each of those cost about a million dollars to produce. This means that the Iranian government thinks **200 million dollars** would do more good exploding over the sky somewhere else than being used for welfare, education and infrastructure inside Iran. I wonder how many Iranian lives that is in car accidents and cancer medicine. Every rocket shot by Hamas costs about 800$ to produce. By a very conservative estimate they averaged spending about 700,000$ a year between 2001-2021 just on rockets. They also spend about 300 thousand dollars for a kilometer of underground tunnels. They likely have about 800km. That's 240 million dollars. I'm not even counting other war spendings right now. I wonder how many parents wouldn't have had to wait for permits getting their children heart surgeries in israeli hospitals. I wonder how many impoverished young people could have received scholarships to become engineers and musicians and climate leaders and architects. I wonder what relations of mutual growth a thriving Gaza could have built with both Israel and Egypt. I also wonder how many disabled people won't receive financial aid, how many schools would go underfunded, how many people will die in understaffed hospital wards in israel this year because some rabid militarist decided this money is better spent killing people abroad to perpetuate the pointless cycle of retaliations. I'm also furious at all of this. And so fucking tired.

[thecasadesign]