#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.

[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)

[sopastro444]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

Paid readings here

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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.

[lonerhole]

Nakshatra Places

(from The Book of Nakshatras by Prash Trivedi)

Krittika: Places with hot climates; Deserts & Arid lands; Agricultural lands; Cattle ranches; Meadows; Tropical forests; Volcanic areas; Military Bases & testing grounds; Government Buildings; Universities; Rehabilitation Centers; Orphanages; Mines in general; Factories & Industrial areas using fire in one form or the other; Fireplace, Furnaces, Heating devices within homes.

Rohini: Farms, Orchards, Gardens, Agricultural Estates, Places where herbs grow; Bus Stations, Train Stations & Shipping Yards; Ponds & Swimming Pools; Banks & Financial Institutions; Marketplaces; Bars, Restaurants, Hotels; Tourist Resorts; Studios for creative arts of all kinds; Places where gemstones are founds.

Mrigashira: Forests, Fields & Meadows; Deer Parks; Villages and Small Towns; Bedrooms; Playgrounds; Nurseries; Nursery Schools; Recreation rooms; Entertainment places of all kinds; Streets, Footpaths & Roads; Lawns & Gardens; Forest trails; Art & Music studios; Small shops; Markets and other sales places; Astrological & Psychic institutions.

Ardra: Geographical places where natural phenomena like thunderstorms, hurricanes and tornadoes are common; Research laboratories of all types; High tech studios and shops; Hospitals; Communication centers like radar facilities, radio stations, television studios, telegraph offices; Nuclear power plants; All factories dealing with poisonous chemical processes; Escalators; Military bases where weapons are stored & maintained. In today's day and age every home has its share of Ardra because of electrical wirings and appliances.

Punarvasu: Areas near Ponds, Lakes & Rivers; Farmlands; Pilgrimage Spots; Villages & Small Towns; Post offices; Transportation Places like Bus Stations & Train Stations, Airports; Space Stations; Renovated Buildings; Public Parks; Homes; Home Land; Hostels; Hotels, Bed & Breakfast Places, Inns, Motels etc. ; Restaurants; Temples & Treasuries; Markets; Rehabilitation Centers; Missions; Educational Institutions; Public & Political Assembly Places; Roads; Science Museums; Antique Shops; Community Halls.

Pushya: Rivers, Docks, Wells, Reservoirs, Fountains, Pools, Canals; Boats and House Boats; Public Places; Nests; Homes; Breweries; Women's House Quarters, Hostels and Residences in general; Aquariums; Temples & Churches; Hotels & Restaurants; Foster Homes; Child Care Centers; Maternity Hospitals; Schools; Dairy Factories & Dairy Farms; Laundromats; Manors & Public, Government buildings like parliament etc.; Charity Organizations.

Ashlesha: All places where Snakes & Reptiles dwell; Secret service Institutions (CIA, FBI etc.); Hospitals; Law Firms; All Factories dealing with Poisonous Chemical Processes; Drug Stores; Pawn Shops; Sleazy Places where Illegal Prostitution & Drug Peddling thrive; False Cults & Religious Institutions like ISKON etc.

Magha: Deserts; Forests; Capital Cities; Libraries; Museums; Palaces; Ancient Monuments & Sites; Govt. Offices; Residences of Top Politicians; National Monuments; Stages & Performance Halls; Ceremonial Grounds & Buildings; Crematories; Places of Religious, Spiritual Significance.

Purva Phalguni: Hot tropical landscapes; Flowery landscapes; Beaches; Entertainment halls; Exhibition places; Bedroom; Tourist resorts; Spas; Living rooms; Art galleries; Beauty parlors; Markets, especially the kind related to Venusian products; Pretty cottages, buildings and homes.

Uttara Phalguni: Forests; Gardens; Estates; Public Buildings; Government Buildings; Stadiums; Entertainment Halls; Residences of Rich & Famous People; Palaces, Towers, Large Halls; Playgrounds; Cathedrals & other magnificent buildings; Public Assemblies; United Nation's Buildings; Libraries.

Hasta: Agricultural Fields; Grazing Pastures; Home Gardens; Art & Craft Studios; Market Place; Stock Exchange (Wall Street etc.); Casinos; Betting Shops; Amusement parks; Fairgrounds; Factories.

Chitra: Capital Cities; Places of Architectural Importance like "Taj Mahal", "Eiffel Tower", "Empire State Building" etc.; Stages, Performance Halls and Theatres; Places frequented by artisans, merchants, consumers and women; Markets; Trade shows; Wardrobes, Closets.

Swati: High Cliffs; Places where winds blow strongly; Agricultural land; Coral reefs; Marketplaces; Business Centers; Banks; Financial Institutions; Sport Complexes; Airports (both civil & military); Educational institutions; Aeronautical facilities & testing grounds; Computer & Software related centers; Research facilities of all types; Diplomatic enclaves like Embassies, Consulates, etc.; parliament Houses; courthouses; commuter places like Train stations, Bus-Stations, etc.

Vishakha: Rocky Rough Terrains; Mountains; Big Cities like New York; Breweries; Bars; Liquor Shops; Brothels; Theatres; Military Bases; Ceremonial Halls & Grounds; Interrogation Rooms; Warring Grounds; Danger Areas either in the City or designated by the Military.

Anuradha: Forests; Mountains; Caves & Caverns; Lakes; Isolated Landscapes; Old Ruins, Castles, etc.; Stadiums; Metropolis; Technological & Industrial areas; Study & Research Places; Temples & other places used for the Practice and Study of Religion and Occult/Spiritual Topics; Places of Occult Significance; Organization Headquarters.

Jyestha: Hilly Inaccessible Terrain; Hot Tropical Jungles; Government Buildings; All places related to Telecommunications & Media in general; Airports; Hospitals; Military Bases; Capital Cities; Manors, Forts & Palaces; Old-Age Homes.

Mula: Deserts; High Mountain regions where special herbs are found; Dense rainforests & other such inaccessible places; Frozen deserts like Antarctica; Bottom of oceans, lakes, etc.; Hidden subterranean caves; Earth's core & all layers beneath the Earth's surface; Small isolated islands & places; Big institution buildings; Supreme Courts & other courts of justice; Abattoirs; Cremation Grounds and Cemeteries; Places connected to Death & Death Rituals; Agricultural Wasteland; War-grounds; Drought areas; places where mass calamities have taken place.

Purva Ashadha: Oceans; Lakes; Aquarium Parks; Swimming Pools; Docks, ports; shipping yards; Temples; Boats; High Class Estates; Air ports; Luxury Islands & Hotels; Beauty Salons; Amusement Parks; Art Galleries; Music Concert Halls; Places where pompous functions & high society gatherings are held.

Uttara Ashadha: Prairies; Flat Savannahs; Mountainous Forests; National Parks; Wildlife Sanctuaries; Bird Sanctuaries; Reservations; Government Buildings & Grounds; Courts; Temples, Churches and other religious buildings; Universities; College Campuses; Military Bases; Traditionalistic Towns & Cities; Elite Gentlemen Clubs & Societies; Sports Stadiums; Cricket Grounds.

Shravana: Universities; Libraries; Schools; Colleges; Public Auditoriums and other places of public gatherings; Recording Studios; Hospitals; Telephone Companies.

Dhanishta: All places related to music and other creative arts ranging from Schools to Studios to Dance Halls, etc.; Meditation Rooms; Managerial Offices; Real Estate Agencies; Gardens; Science Labs; Factories with high tech equipment or producing high tech equipment; Amusement Centers and Sports Stadiums; All places related to sports; Financial centers and institutions like Banks etc.; Safes where wealth and valuables are stored.

Shatabhisha: High-tech Studios & Environments; Off Shore Drilling Stations; Space Stations; Airports; Observatories & Planetariums; Physics & Chemistry Labs; Bars & Nightclubs especially Techno Clubs; Factories; Hospitals; Nuclear Waste Dumps and Waste Dumps in general; Recycling Stations; Herbal Centers; Water Treatment Plants & Reservoirs; Oceans; Sea-Side; Temples, Meditation, Yoga & Zen Centers; Outer Space; Film & Television Studios; Processing Labs; Hunting Grounds.

Purva Bhadrapada: Cemeteries, Morgues, Cremation Grounds; Factories; Heavy industries of all types; Land Fills; Dark Alley Ways; Centers for Occult Studies and practices of a dark nature; Operation Theatres and Terminal Illness Wards; Asylums and Penitentiaries; Churches; Top Secret Military Research Bases; Atomic Power Plants; Places where high technology equipment is kept; Night Clubs and all other places associated with dark entertainment.

Uttara Bhadrapada: Libraries, Temples & Museums; Occult Book Stores; Ancient ruins; Historical Places; Cremation Grounds; Holy Sites and Pilgrimage Places; Caves; Mountainous Caverns; Meditation Centers; All places suitable for meditation and quiet activities; Charity Organization Compounds; Forests, High Mountain Ranges and other uninhabited solitary places; Bottoms of Lakes, Deep Seas & Oceans; Social Welfare Centers; Centers for Psychic and Spiritual Research.

Revati: Roads, Railroad tracks, Airports; oceans, seas, Beaches; shipping yards; stage; cinema; Orphanages; Monasteries; Ships, Aero-planes, Trains, Cars, etc.; Bus Stations, Transport Industry; Public Auditoriums; Clock Towers/Watch Towers; Light Houses; Driving Instruction Schools.

Ashwini: All places related to Equine professions—Grazing Lands, Stables, Horse Tracks etc.; Hospitals and Places associated with the Medical Profession; Places where Herbs grow; Botanical Gardens; Sporting Grounds; Race Tracks of all kinds; Roads, Railway Track and all other types of Paths meant for Transportation; Military Bases; Research Centers; Technological & Industrial Centers; Health Clubs & Gymnasiums; All places where Initiations and Beginnings are done; Kindergartens & Primary Schools.

Bharani: Extreme Exotic Landscapes; Volcanoes; Areas with Volcanic Soil; Volcanic Tropical Islands like Hawaii and Polynesian Islands; Farmlands; Kindergartens, Nurseries, Nursery Schools; Children Parks; Amusement Parks; Morgues; Cemeteries; Funeral Homes; Maternity & Child Wards in Hospitals; Intensive Care Units; Gynaeology Hospitals; Film & Photography Studios; Exotic Nightclubs; High Courts; Fertility Clinics; Streets and roads with busy traffic.

[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!

[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?"

[min9yusblog]

mingyu - boy next door

you turn around, and there stood mingyu. he was wearing his grey hoodie and black sweatpants, hair styled like he was about to go for a photoshoot. out of habit, you ruffle his hair, making him roll his eyes.

pairing : mingyu / f!reader

word count : 2.5k

genre : childhood best friends to lovers au, inspired by love next door

-

flashback (year : 2004)

"y/n!! quick, you're gonna be late!" your mom shouts from the stairs. you scramble as you pack your books into your bag, which your mom had told you to prepare yesterday night.

you run down the stairs, almost tripping. your mom stuffs your mouth with a kimbap before you rush outside, just in time to bump into your next door neighbour, mingyu. mingyu was the same age as you. he was timid, and quite frankly you didn't know how he was going to survive elementary school. the kids in the neighbourhood were always picking on him, and he would never say anything to them.

"mingyu ya, go with y/n if you're scared to walk alone. have a great day at school okay? i love you!" his mom tells him, as he awkwardly walks towards you. you roll your eyes, thinking to yourself- "ah im gonna have to babysit this kid again..."

You cross your arms, sighing loudly as Mingyu adjusts the straps on his backpack like it’s some complicated mission.

“come on, you’re so slow!” you grumble, already starting to walk. “if we’re late, it’s your fault.”

he hurries to catch up, his little legs trying to match your pace.

"sorry...." he softly mumbles, making you feel the slightest guilt.

“yah, why don't you tell the boys to stop messing with you?" you say, as you kicked a small pebble to the side of the road.

"i don't want to fight..." he says again, softly.

"you don’t have to fight, just… say something back!” you tell him.

"i'm not like you,” he replies, almost in a whisper.

you blink.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you ask, curious.

he fidgets with the hem of his shirt. “you're… brave. loud. people listen to you.”

you stop walking for a second, stunned. You, brave?

your chest feels warm. you hate it.

“yah kim mingyu!” you yell, as he turns to you, shocked from your loud voice. “from now on, I’ll protect you, okay?”

he looks up at you, surprised.

“like a bodyguard,” you add, grinning proudly.

mingyu smiles — the first real smile you’ve seen on him since you met him. “okay.”

present day : year 2025

you stare out of your apartment window, watching the rain trickle down the window as your favourite song plays in the background. you had just gotten home 1 week ago, still jetlagged from the timezone change.

for 6 years, you lived abroad in london. you had received a scholarship to study at one of the most prestigious schools there, prompting you to move 9000km away from home. after you graduated, you even landed a job at one of the largest law firms. you thrived there, and all your colleagues loved you. or so you thought.

you had also met a guy, jaeyun, a mutual of one of your coworkers. he was an architect, so both of you had demanding jobs that prevented you from seeing each other often. even so, you made it work. you both knew that at this point in your life, your careers were what mattered to you most, and you liked that there was a mutual understanding between the two of you. 2 years after dating, jaeyun proposed to you. you moved in together shortly after, and life went on. you were happy. content. keyword, were.

as you scooped out the kimchi jigae you had cooked on the stove into a bowl, your phone buzzed.

a text. from an unknown number. as you read the message, your heart sank.

kim mingyu...?

you haven't spoken to him since you left korea. you both had your gone your separate ways after university. different majors, different cities, different people.

you smile, as you start to text back.

your heart sinks, knowing you weren't ready to tell anyone the real reason you were back. you cleaned up your dirty plates, grabbed your bag and left your apartment.

the breeze hit your face as you walked towards the playground you both used to play at as kids. suddenly, everything looked so small. you laugh to yourself, remembering how mingyu used to be so scared of the jungle gym, and how you practically had to save him everytime.

"hey." a deep voice suddenly comes from behind you.

you turn around, and there stood mingyu. he was wearing his grey hoodie and black sweatpants, hair styled like he was about to go for a photoshoot. out of habit, you ruffle his hair, making him roll his eyes.

"ughhhh you always do this!" he says, as he makes his hair all nice again.

you haven't seen him in so long, why does it feel like he got taller? more... handsome? looking at him made butterflies appear in your stomach.

"what are you thinking about?" he interrupts your thoughts.

"huh? oh. nothing." you say.

for the next hour, the two of you talk like there was no tomorrow, telling each other every detail of your lives that you missed. well, not everything.

-

2 weeks later

you didn't know you missed home this much.

life never felt so good in so long.

you stopped waking up with a knot in your chest. the ache of betrayal turned into something duller, something manageable.

you helped your mom cook, and you started painting again.

most importantly, you spent time with mingyu.

sometimes it was just errands — walking to the mart, buying your sister her milk tea obsession. sometimes he’d show up with ramyeon and say, “wanna watch something dumb?” and sometimes, like tonight, you found yourselves on the rooftop, where you used to sneak snacks in middle school.

you both leaned against the wall, eating ice cream bars under the stars.

"remember when you used to cry whem your mom packed the wrong lunch?” you teased.

mingyu groaned. “i was eight.” he defends himself.

“you're still dramatic.” you say, laughing.

“and you’re still mean.” he scoffs.

you smiled.

he looked at you then, quiet for a moment. “you were gone a long time.”

you nodded. “i know.”

"you know, you can tell me if there's something on your mind. you were always there for me when we were kids, so i guess its time to pay you back."

"what do you mean? there's nothing on my mind!" you say, sniffling a little.

"dumbass. i've known you practically your whole life. you didn't think i would've known something was up with you? you've been acting weird ever since you came home."

"weird? like what?" you say.

"like.. you don't smile as much as you used to anymore. you barely talk about london, and you pretty much avoid any and all conversations about your fiancé. even when we hang out, you seem... distant. like you're carrying this weight alone and you don't want to burden us."

you looked down, biting your lip, feeling the lump in your throat grow.

“maybe i don’t want to talk about it,” you whispered.

he reached over, gently brushing your hand.

“hey, you don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready. but you don’t have to pretend with me, okay? you've always been my best friend.”

you swallowed hard, a tear escaping down your cheek.

"i came back because i have no one there. i just... life was terrible there. i was so unhappy. gyu, i- i.. it got so bad i had to take a break from work." you say, softly.

"no one? what about jaeyun?" he asked, confused.

"i caught him cheating on me with a coworker of his... thats why i left. its why i came home." you say.

mingyu's face went through a whole series of dramatic expressions — shock, confusion, disbelief, then pure outrage — like a live emoji show.

"wait, what? are you serious?!” he blurted, eyes wide.

he clenched his fists. “what a jerk. i swear i'm gonna rearrange his face if i ever see him!"

you laugh a little from what he said.

he looks at you, his puppy eyes gleaming. you could tell he felt bad for you. suddenly, he pulls you into a tight hug.

and the two of you stayed like that for what felt like ages.

-

1 month later (at y/n's house)

your mom had invited mingyu to stay for dinner tonight since his parents were busy. they always were, since he was a kid. your family practically raised him, and treated him like a son.

"imo, i can help, give me that." he says, as your mom holds plates of banchan to bring to the dining table.

"sit down mingyu, you're a guest!" your mom insists.

after arranging all the dishes, everyone started digging into your mom's homemade food.

"eomma, this kimchi is soooo good..." your sister says.

"right? oh my gosh, and the bibimbap too, thanks eomma." you chime in.

soon, everyone started talking about random things. work, school, retired life. all of a sudden, your mom makes a comment.

"you know," she said, passing the kimchi to mingyu, "i still can't believe y/n just packed up and came home like that. what even happened huh?"

you stiffened, not knowing what to say in the moment.

you were about to say something when mingyu, who was chewing thoughtfully and in his own world– suddenly said, "honestly, she handled it way better than me. if my fiancé cheated on me, i'd be in jail by now."

the room went silent. the air felt cold.

your mom froze. "what did you just say, mingyu?" she asked, not sure if her ears were playing games on her.

"i.... uh.... shit, y/n im so sorry.. i thought you told them.." he said, looking at you sheepishly.

"so, its true? y/n, tell us now, is it true?" your dad says, his voice getting louder by the second. "appa.." you started.

"how could you keep something like this a secret??" your mom says, still shocked.

"i didn't want to disappoint anyone.." you say, tears welling up in your eyes.

"jagiya, call jaeyun that bastard now. i'm going to have a talk with him." your dad tells your mom sternly.

"appa, please don't. we're over. there's nothing to talk about. we were both unhappy and we just- i-" you say, sniffling.

"look, what's done is done, okay? appa, eomma, im sorry i didn't tell you, but please for the love of god, don't contact him. i don't want to ever hear from him again" you say, before rushing out the door in tears.

you didn't know, but mingyu followed behind you.

you went to the same park you and mingyu were always at, sitting on one of the swings. you were thinking to yourself, when you heard the sound of shoes shuffling amongst some leaves behind you. you looked up to see mingyu, standing with a guilty expression.

"what do you want." you say, a hint of anger in your voice.

"im sorry... i didn't know, i didn't mean to spill your secret. y/n, please don't be mad." he says.

"its fine," you sighed. "it was bound to come out eventually."

he slowly walked toward you, hands in his pockets, the gravel crunching under his shoes.

mingyu stood beside the swing for a second before quietly sitting down on the one next to yours. you could feel his eyes on you, waiting. hesitating.

“i knew something was wrong the moment you came back,” he said after a while. “you weren’t… you.”

you didn’t reply, just kept your eyes on the ground.

“you smiled, but it never looked like it used to. you flinched when people hugged you. you didn’t unpack your bags for a week.”

you exhaled a shaky breath, blinking up at the sky. “you noticed all that?”

“of course I did. i’ve known you since you used to steal my lunch at school.”

you finally turned to look at him. his expression was serious, soft. the kind of look he only gave when it was just the two of you.

“i hated seeing you like that,” he said. “and I hated him. for everything he did to you. for not appreciating you.”

your heart twisted.

“i wanted to say something. so many times. but i didn’t think i had the right.” he glanced down, fiddling with the chain of the swing. “after all, i was just… your childhood best friend.”

you were quiet. the air between you buzzed with tension, like the pause before lightning strikes.

“i think,” he said, voice almost breaking, “i’ve been in love with you for longer than i can even explain. i thought i could live with just being near you. that maybe someday you’d come back, and maybe i’d still be here.”

he turned his head to meet your eyes.

"but then.. your mom told me you were getting married. you know, when i heard the news, i couldn't sleep or eat properly for days. i think... that's when i truly knew how much you meant to me. how much i loved you." he says.

he turned his head to meet your eyes.

“but when you told me what happened, part of me felt relieved. i thought maybe this time, i'd have a chance. i realized i couldn't just stay on the sidelines anymore.”

you stared at him, heart pounding.

“and i’m not asking you to love me back,” he added quickly, nervous now. “i just needed you to know. that someone has always been looking out for you. that someone will always choose you.”

the swing creaked faintly as you reached out, your hand brushing against his.

mingyu froze, then slowly turned his hand over so your palms touched. his hand was warm, steady — a quiet contrast to the mess in your chest. you looked down at your fingers, now intertwined, and for a moment, the silence between you said more than any words could.

"you always do this," you whispered.

"do what?" he asked, eyes searching yours.

"show up. just when i think everything's falling apart." you let out a shaky breath. "even when i push you away… you're still here."

he smiled faintly, his thumb brushing over your knuckle. "i never left, y/n. i never will."

it hit you all at once — all those years, the teasing, the shared snacks, the late-night talks under the stars, the way his eyes always softened just a little more when he looked at you — it was all there. you had been running from it, or maybe just too afraid to admit it.

but now, sitting next to him on that old swing set, the boy who had always stood beside you… you finally saw it.

and you felt it.

"mingyu," you said, barely louder than a whisper.

he looked at you. really looked at you.

you leaned in, slowly — cautiously — giving him every second to pull away. but he didn’t.

your lips met his softly, gently — not the kind of kiss that demanded, but one that promised.

and in that quiet corner of your small hometown playground, everything just… clicked.

-- end --

a/n : thank you for reading! i hope u enjoyed it <3 i'm taking reqs now, so feel free to drop me one! until the next fic :)

[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.

[visenyaism]

If you had to describe your favourite Targs to someone who knows nothing about them, how would u do it?

- Fascist lesbian wire mother to a beautiful baby paradigm of horrific violence and blood necessary to maintain a feudal state

-Cool

-Lesbian whose genuinely endless miseries are facilitated by the fact that not only are men in feudal societies especially her blood dragon magic cult family the absolute worst but also every other lesbian in the entire world is seemingly in a conspiracy to torment her

- Getting called a gay dweeb for not wanting to fuck his sister radicalized him into being an professional angry gay dweeb.

- If you have father issues always remember that only you can give your dad daughter issues and traumatize him back twice as hard. The universe will reward you for this.

-Coolest deadbeat creep who died murder-suiciding his nephew while leaving his wife who he groomed as a teenager to groom another teenager ever. Least employed person to ever have held half of all cabinet positions.

- Daddy’s little mass casualty incident slash architect of a world she herself could not live or thrive in. Unground her she did nothing wrong.

-Starting point: pure heroine (2013) midpoint: born to die (2012) ending point: john maynard keynes (1883-1946)

-What if J Edgar Hoover did COINTELPRO with birds. and also looked like an anime villain, and later became a tree. 

- Fratricidal suicidal doomed heir protagonist of a gothic horror story we never get to know about. What was she doing over there.

-Doomed gay prophet on a quest to reclaim his lost throne who is obviously not going to make it. Spends his time and powers of prophecy trying his hardest to ohhhh your hands are soooooo big and mine are soooooo small his way into fucking the world‘s most oblivious 8 foot tall man. This does not work but there are moments in your life in which trying itself is worth it for one glimmering moment you could have been a king. Also with a hot knight.

-rude ass disrespectful eight year-old who shaved his head and became woke.

- polite and respectful fourteen year old who burned her hair off and became a revolutionary. Maybe being blonde makes them evil

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.