#tiger temple photo

[newleaf]

seeing aesthetic bloggers spread photos of tigers at "the tiger temple" and wanting to say something but last time i tried to talk about animal cruelty depicted in aesthetic photos they tried to beat my ass online

[pocketshket]

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headcanons

— Kang Dae-ho

✠ English is not my first language.

✠ There are two sections: sfw and nsfw (+18).

✠ This is my vision of the character

and it may differ from yours.

✠ Headcanons about relationship with him.

Enjoy your reading 🦑

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• His love languages are acts of service and physical touch (mostly). Quality time is also important for him. He quickly begins to miss you and your presence nearby is necessary to him to stay in high spirits. He loves bonding moments with his partner.

• Very clingy. A big hugger. His embrace is protecting and warming. He finds solace in physical contact and does not know where to put his hands, experiencing an irresistible desire for tactility. He respects your personal boundaries and will not cross them intentionally. But sometimes he does not notice how he puts his hand on you or taps his fingers on your skin, involuntarily holds you next to him. He loves to hide his face in your neck, burying his nose in your skin and inhaling the scent of your perfume and something of exclusively yours. He also likes to kiss behind the ear or on the temple. He finds it very affectionate and loving.

• He loves to give cute nicknames. Mostly sweetheart, pookie, patootie, sweetie. Sometimes jokingly calls you PIC (partner-in-crime).

• He is open in expressing his feelings, so he likes to talk about you and share with others where you were together and what you did. He speaks of you with pride and often mentions you in conversations.

• Photo of the two of you would be on his lock screen.

• He would do tiktok trends for couples with you and in most cases he would be the initiator.

• He loves to leave little tender kisses. He's a sucker not only for hugs, but also for the contact of his lips with your skin. Just like your lips on his skin as well. But still, he likes to give more than receive, although he can often be needy and cuddle up to you for the sake of affection.

• He loves to give you small spontaneous gifts or hang notes on the fridge with smiley faces and silly doodles.

• He treasures every gift you give him, especially those made by your own hands. He also loves paired items, especially T-shirts or bracelets.

• He likes to play games with you, whether it's on a board or on a console. He approaches this with great passion and doesn't give in during the game. Well, practically. Sometimes he may intentionally give in to you a little and praise you for beating him up or make a joke that you were being sly. "I've been distracted by you, that's why you won, sweetie. Aren't you ashamed to cheat during the game like this, huh?"

• He likes to jokingly show off his muscles and flex them for you. Sometikes he makes pretend fights with you, where he tickles you on the bed or sofa in your apartment, hugging and holding you in his grip. "Boom shakalaka! See those muscles? Those arms won't let you go, pookie. Nuh-uh, don't even try."

• He carries hair bands in his pockets or on his wrists for himself and you as well. He likes to braid your hair and simply touch it, sometimes unconsciously playing with your strands, twirling them with his fingers. He only lets you or his mom and sisters touch his hair and ruffle it. He allows you to make funny little ponytails for him and use hair clips on him.

• He is a dog person, so in a relationship with you he would often bring up the topic of getting a puppy and taking care of it and raising it together.

• He wants to be a tiger for you, but even a tiger is in facf just a purring cat. When you tell him this, he may be pouty, but deep down he likes to know that you see him this way.

• When you are together in front of others, he tries to show by his appearance that you are with him and under his oversight, he can be very protective in the eyes of others towards you. His shoulders straighten and he tries to look imposing, towering over you like a solid wall. It may look a little funny, but he doesn't care as long as he can be around and accompany you. He's ready to puff himself up like a rooster, but if you're by his side and safe, that's fine with him.

• He will never put pressure on you and dictate his rules to you, but he also has his own thoughts that he is ready and not hesitate to voice. First of all, he just wants to make sure that you're okay, so his care revolves not on trust issues, but on the fear of not being able to act at the right moment when you need him. Even if you reassure him that you're okay and there's nothing to worry about, he won't let down his guard, but he'll be grateful for your assurances and show by his behavior that he trusts you, but he'll still keep an eye on you so that he can be there for you. And yet, if something bothers him or displeases him, for example, how someone allows themselves to look at you or say something odd to you, he will express his displeasure to the one who did it, and after that he will personally talk to you, asking you to not just brush it off and to understand that this is not what he wants to see or hear, and that is why he intervenes in such cases. He will hope that you will listen to him and allow him to stand up for you more often, without gently scolding him later for his hothead moment.

• He doesn't need reminders about household chores. He always tries to help you and do everything on time. Yes, he can be lazy sometimes. But mostly it happens when you both are lazy and just lounging and basking in bed.

• If you get sick or ill, catch a cold, feel bad, or have a painful period cause of cramps, be prepared for him to be like a mother hen. He won't let you lift a finger and will take care of everything himself. He will also take care of preparing your favorite treats and comforting you.

• Princess treatment. He will always carry your bags while shopping, your handbag, and if necessary, yourself as well.

• During arguments he allows you to speak out, then to cool down, and only after that he calmly discusses the whole situation with you. He allows you to express your dissatisfaction emotionally, giving you time to go through the full cycle of being unhappy with something, but he is not really tolerate raising voices. After an argument he always gives you a big hug and kisses your forehead, stroking your back with shoothing motions of his palms.

• As a concern, when you need to speak out about a situation that worries you, he will always listen first, hug you tightly, comfort you and tell you not to worry about all the things, because he will take them on himself. And only then he will talk with you about possible solutions to the current situation. But first of all, he will always reassure you and offer you his strong shoulder, on which you can rely.

• Extremely generous. He'll give you the last thing he has. And this applies not only to some caresses, but also to his attitude towards you in general. He will give you his sweatshirt if you are cold, he will give you his sneakers if you rub your feet during a walk, he will share his portion of food. When he sees an opportunity to give you something, he will definitely offer it. And sometimes, he do it without even askin, thus showing his concern.

• He's like a heating pad. His body so warm that when you sleep together, the blanket often makes it unbearable, so his hands are enough to warm you up during nights.

• He is very restless in his sleep and can often roll over onto you a little, crushing you slightly with his weight. He loves to hug you from behind, wrap his arms and legs around you, and cling to you in every way like a koala bear. This calms him down and helps him fall asleep faster. And in the morning you can often see how the sheets under him are crumpled and he lies in the strangest possible position.

• He likes active rest and getting out into the fresh air. He will drag you along to some activities and will be happy to spend time with you together, while taking memorable photos of you or the two of you together. He likes to go somewhere to relax and change the scenery. Spontaneously on weekends he can offer to take the two of you to some amusement park, go to the rides , get your photo from the roller coaster and eat cotton wool, or go shopping and buy you some trinkets that you mentioned in conversations. He also likes just to go for a walk around the city, to go to the coffee shop for some cold drinks and go to the nearest park to sit on a bench in the shade from the trees, watching the children frolic and the fountain water sparkles in the sun. He is also open to any of your ideas and is always ready to try something. He is very adventurous and tries to choose interesting places for dates. He also likes to give you all sorts of certificates for joint workshops for the holidays, such as modeling from clay, making candles or creating your own jewellery. He finds it very bonding. It's very important for him to spend time together. But he also loves lazy weekends, when he can lie in bed most of the day cuddling with you. It helps him to overload and take a break from the hectic days.

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• Talkative. Talking during the act is a must have for him. Asks if you would like you to change or correct something. Puts your comfort during the act above anything. He checks on you all the time, asks if everything is okay, and glances in your direction, trying to catch reactions to make sure that you are comfortable enough and that he does not cause pain or discomfort by his movemens. If he notices that it is difficult or not really pleasant for you to take him, he will change the angle or position, put a pillow under your lower back for convenience, or throw your arms and legs on him so that you can grab him tighter and have more support.

• Sometimes makes funny comments during the act. A bit goofy in that regard. He throws gags mostly after the act.

• Very sensitive. When touched, he involuntarily shudders. In particular, his stomach twitches slightly, retracting when you touch it with your fingertips. He throws his head back and you can see how his eyelids tremble and how raggedly and quickly he breathes, his Adam's apple twitches as he swallows and his mouth goes dry from your palms on him. He may involuntarily hiss, slightly clenching his teeth, and inhale through them. Particularly sensitive in the femoral area - thighs, inner thighs, hips, all this will definitely make him tremble even through his clothes. But wherever you touch him, he will immediately melt under your palms. And he will not shy to ask you to touch him here and there again and again in some specific places, which give him a pleasant tingling sensation and shiver.

• He doesn't mind being a sub and finds a certain pleasure in it. Basically, between the two of you, he takes the role of submissive most of the time. Loves the cowgirl and missionary. It is important for him to have constant contact with you during the act, see reactions and catch them, so that there is an opportunity to immediately obey your request and do as you like. He wants to give everything into your hands and just watch you enjoy yourself. This turns him on even more. You keep him on a short leash and he likes it. He enjoys himself in such moments and most of all he enjoys the sight of you. So, this is definitely the best case scenario for him.

• Not particularly vocal, but despite the fact that he is not very loud, he is quite generous with reactions. You can often hear a low whine or groan from him. He also often mumbles praise and other sweet nothings, especially when he is on the edge. He can start babbling gibberish, repeating words several times and whining on the verge of losing himself. He doesn't shy to beg as well. He's ready to be your big good boy.

• He's a sucker for praise; praise kink. He loves to receive it, but he also gives it away as well. He whispers all sorts of sweet things and rarely allows himself to say something dirty. Piquant and spicy - yes. Derogatory and insulting - absolutely no. He would never allow himself, even in the heat of the moment. And if you start asking him to tell you dirty phrases of this kind, he may feel uncomfortable and confused. It will cause dissonance in him.

• He switches between speeds, but generally prefers a slow one so that both of you can enjoy your moment fully.

• Breeding kink, but will never finish inside you without permission and your final word that you are sure about it. He still prefers condoms and ends up in them, but the idea itself excites him greatly. He prefers condoms because he is not really sharing the idea of you taking pills, but will never forbid you to do it, even though he thinks it's bad for you, but it's your body and you decide what to do with it, although he often expresses concerns. He cums either on your stomach or on your thighs if he doesn't wear a condom. Thoughts of you as a mother may excite him. But he respects you and will not cross the line.

• Aftercare is very important to him. Sometimes more important than the process itself. He finds such moments comforting and full of affection. He will never leave you without care. Even though he falls asleep pretty quickly after the act, he won't go to sleep until he's sure he's taken care of you properly and made sure you're okay. He will draw you a bath with bath salts and take care of helping you wash your body and carry you back to the bedroom, wrapping you in a blanket. He will stroke your back, drawing a chaotic pattern with his fingertips, soothing your heated skin after the act.

• He may involuntarily call you "mommy". When this happened for the first time, he was terribly awkward. But then he even liked it and began to tease you like this and call you jokingly by this nickname not only in bed, but also in your everyday life. But in your daily routine, he's more likely to use "mom", teasing you if you are being very caring towards him or he is being a little bit childish and too excited cause of something.

• He likes to eat you with great appetite, very slowly and sensually, stroking your lower abdomen and inner thighs with circular movements of his thumbs and tips of his fingers, or just holding your hips, gently kneading and squeezing them. Your sounds are a delight to his ears, while he eats you. He loves encouragement very much and it motivates him to try harder for you. He especially likes it when you hold on to him, wrap your arms or legs around him, show some kind of need to grab him in any way. He melts when you hold him gently by the hair. It's like pulling a trigger for him.

• The most pleasant view for him is when you are on top. He loves to slide his gaze over your slightly wet body bouncing on him. How your brows frowns slightly and how your parted lips let out phrases about how good you feel and quiet ragged moans. But what he likes most is when you're slightly above his hips or he's above yours, and he sees himself sliding in and out of you. It turns him on like crazy.

• Butt man over breast man. But most of all he loves your thighs and your belly. He won't let you go until he's sure he's covered those areas with enough kisses.

• He can last for quite a long time. He gives you his all, so one round is enough for him, but he can go for a second one if you want him to and you're okay with it. But you'll probably get exhausted after the first one as well, having received from him all his maximum and all his efforts, being satisfied and filled with this. He always makes sure you finish first. He will even get you to your climax twice, before he lets go himself.

• Will never leave too visible or painful hickeys or love bites on you. He'll feel bad if he sees that he left reddish marks on you. The thought of really painful ones, which is bluish-purplish, terrifies him. He'll never be able to leave them on you. He doesn't want to hurt you in any way, not even this. The same applies to spanking, choking and other similar rough treatment during the act. No matter how much you ask him, he will not be able to force himself and he will refuse. He's even afraid to squeeze your hips too hard and when in the heat of the moment he gets carried away, pressing his fingers too hard on your skin, he begins to slow himself down and bring himself back to reality, loosening his grip, afraid of leaving small bruises or marks because of this.

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Thank you for your reading 🦑

[yebreed]

Ancestral Hall of the Tiger Talisman in Fujian

One of those architectural gems that are scattered throughout the Chinese countryside: the Ancestral Hall of the Tiger Talisman (虎符祖殿) aka Huyan Ancestral Hall (虎岩祖殿) or Hufuyan (虎符岩) in Nanfeng (南豐村), Xinqiao, Fujian.

Built in the Song dynasty and rebuilt in the 16th year of Jiajing in the Ming dynasty (1537), the complex covers an area of about 1800 square meters. This temple is dedicated to the Taoist Leifa deity Zhang Shengjun (張聖君), the Master of Five Thunders. The papers with talismanic inscriptions are stuck under the ceiling.

Photo: ©劉江嶺

[maevesheart]

FOOLS - PART II

CORIOLANUS SNOW X CAPITOL!READER

note: continuing to use the mars family name for reader, but different storyline than tolerate it. i recommend listening to fleetwood mac’s “storms” while reading :)

PART I // PART II // PART III

summary: only fools would fall for coriolanus snow, and you’re the biggest fool of them all.

wc: 7.5k (she’s a long one)

tw: smut, pet names, curse words

Coriolanus had kept his promise, and that next morning, you awoke to the sounds of Coryo’s small snores and the chirping of birds outside. 

You raked your nails through his soft curls, now a little messy from his deep slumber. He lightly stirred, and you giggled, he was so pretty with half his face smashed into your pillow, back to the ceiling and one arm tucked securely around your waist. You could really get used to this. 

“A photo will last longer,” Coryo’s hoarse voice cuts through the silence, catching you staring at him. “You’re just so pretty,” you smile, “how could I not stare?”

He gives your hip a tight squeeze, causing you to giggle. 

“Goodmorning, gorgeous,” he murmurs, sitting up and placing a kiss on your temple. 

“Goodmorning,” you chirp back, watching as he rises from the bed, removing his top. He throws it to the floor, and then pulls off his socks, going for his pants next. 

“Woah, steady tiger!” you joke, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Just going to shower. Would love if you’d join me,” he smirks, lust dripping from his words. 

“Normally you know I wouldn’t decline, but we have to be down at the Academy at 9… or well, you have to be at the Academy…” your situation still hadn’t completely settled yet, you were disappointed to be taken out of the competition, but you couldn’t fathom meeting an end like Arachne’s. 

Coryo nods, “I’m sorry, darling. I’ll win for you,” he winks, opening your en-suite bathroom door and stepping into the room. 

You decide you’ll go get him a clean uniform from your elder brother, Perseus’s, room; he graduated two years ago, so his uniform was still in crisp condition, and he and Coryo shared the same muscular, broad frame. 

Percy was a Major in the Peacekeepers, currently probably keeping people in line in District 1. He hadn’t been home since his graduation two years ago, except for the brief visits during the holidays or someone’s birthday. Duty calls, as your father would proudly claim when describing Percy. 

It was still early, but you knew that your father was awake, no doubt. Probably sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and the newspaper in his hands. 

Luckily for you, Percy’s room was directly across the hallway from yours, a straight-shot. 

You scurried across, shuffling around in his closet, the bright red uniform sticking out compared to his rather black and blue wardrobe. 

Percy was a tad bit taller than Coryo, but it would do for one day. Coryo didn’t have time to go home, and if he walked down wearing an Academy uniform, your father was sure to believe he arrived this morning. He wouldn’t be too pleased knowing he spent the night. 

You pulled the uniform off its respected hanger, took a pair of socks, and then some dress shoes from the floor of his closet. Percy could spare a pair, after all, he had about 20 pairs of identical shoes. 

You opened his door, ready to exit the room, looking up to meet the suspicious eyes of your older sister, Persephone. 

Where you and Percy were close and told each other almost everything, you and Persephone were distant and hardly trusted each other. Never since she ratted you out years ago for hiding a bottle of posca under your bed. 

“Why were you in Percy’s room?” she questions, words like daggers. 

You roll your eyes, but fear begins to creep into your body. 

You have the uniform in your arm which is hidden by Percy’s door, the only thing visible are the extra pair of dress shoes, hanging from your hand. 

“Why do you have his shoes?” she sneers, finally noticing the footwear. 

You ignore her, finally pushing past, the uniform meeting her gaze. Her eyes narrow, trying to connect the dots on why you’d need a male’s Academy Uniform. 

“I’m going to cut up the fabric and make some bows, you know I need some new ones. And I’m going to mail the shoes to Percy, he wrote to me requesting them,” the lies were mediocre, at best. You had more than enough money to go out and buy some new bows, and you have Avoxes who could easily make them for you. For the shoes, Percy didn’t wear shoes other than the ones that paired with his uniform, but Persephone never paid enough attention to him to know that.

You get lucky, and Persephone doesn’t question you further, nose up in the air as she continues down the hall, the sound of her loafers echoing off the walls as she continues down the hall.

Finally back in the safety of your four walls, you let out a sigh of relief, throwing the clothing onto the now made bed, and the shoes onto the floor. 

The Avoxes must have come in while you were gone. You were suddenly very thankful that they couldn’t talk, meaning they wouldn’t be able to snitch. 

You hear the shower turn off, the cease of the sound of water. Coryo comes out next, just a towel tied around his waist. You have to keep yourself back from drooling, watching water droplets fall down his chest. 

His hand rakes through his hair, his curls dripping water onto your expensive rug. 

“I got you one of Percy’s old uniforms, and some shoes,” you explain, bashfully, feeling his eyes all over your body. 

You were dressed in your silk pajamas from last night, a rose-pink tank top and little shorts, suddenly feeling very exposed under Coryo’s gaze. 

“Quick, dress. Cook made breakfast, you can get something before you have to leave for the Academy,” you usher him towards the outfit, picking up his clothing from before, quickly bringing them to the laundry basket in your closet. 

“I’ll have them washed and bring them to you later, and don’t worry about returning the uniform or shoes,” you throw a smile over your shoulder at him, flipping through your clothing options for the day. 

“Y/N, I will return them,” he shakes his head. You know he hates to accept help, but you love him. And when you love someone, you help them. 

“Seriously, Coryo. Percy is gone, and he’s graduated, so it's not like he needs it anyways. He has plenty of shoes, he won’t miss one pair,”

Coryo looks down at the shoes, last season's best design, straight out of the box it seems. To most people, your family's money would be intimidating, but not to Coriolanus. He strived to be able to support you the way your father does, to be able to buy you the things that your father buys you now.  

Not willing to press the issue further, he pulls on the outfit, fitting relatively perfect except for the extra length in the sleeves and pants, but no one will notice. He slips on the fresh socks and Percy’s fine shoes, fitting like a glove. 

You pull on a simple pair of white form-fitting pants, a white long-sleeve blouse that has a large bow in the front, and some dark navy-blue pumps that accentuate your long legs. 

Coryo’s eyes take over your now more conservatively-dressed body, pausing to stare at the way the slightly-too-tight pants hug the curves of your ass perfectly, and the top of your cleavage that peeks out in the opening of the bow. 

“Alright, you go down first, that way my father won’t assume you’ve been up here this whole time,” 

Coryo smirks while nodding, he wants everyone to know you’re his, but the public displays will have to wait until you’re out of your penthouse. 

Coryo leaves, giving you a quick kiss to your lips before exiting. 

After a few seconds, you follow suite, hearing the conversation flowing from the kitchen.

Coryo is standing next to the kitchen table when you enter, hand on his chest as he laughs over one of your fathers (probably not very funny) jokes. 

You walk over, placing your hand on the outside of Coryo’s arm, leaning down to peck your father’s cheek. 

“Goodmorning, shining star. Did you sleep well?” he asks, taking a quick sip from his cup of coffee. 

“Always do, daddy. Good morning to you as well, Coriolanus,” you smile, catching the glint in Coryo’s eye as he nods back to you. 

“Coriolanus here was just telling us how he stopped by say good morning, darling. How caring,” your mother swoons, placing her hands over her heart.

“That is very considerate, thank you,” you look back to him, hand still on his arm. 

Persephone, sat in between your mother and father, looks down to where the two of you are touching, eyes flitting down to see Percy’s old shoes on Coriolanus’s feet, and connecting the dots as to why you really needed his old uniform. 

She catches your eye, and shakes her head, and you know you’re caught. But you’re not scared of her, not anymore. You slightly lift your head, showing your defiance. 

“Alright, I’m going to run some errands and go find a dress for the opera later, daddy,” 

“Okay, darling. Once again, it was splendid to see you, young Snow.” 

Coriolanus returns the compliment, following you as you head for the front coat closet, retrieving your old fox fur coat, the sharp orange contrasting with the dark blue in your shoes. You throw your navy bag over your shoulder and guester for Coryo to exit first, extending your hand to the door. 

“Y/N!” Persephone is marching down the hall. You urge Coryo to continue, assuring him that you’ll be right behind him. 

“Are you mad?” she sneers, face mere inches away from your own. 

“What are you on about now, Persephone?” you roll your eyes, ready to escape from your neurotic sister. 

“I will play dumb this one time, Y/N. But I know the Snow family just as well as you do. And Coriolanus Snow is a cunning, deceitful boy. Only a fool would allow themselves to fall for him, let alone help him.” she shook her head, placing a hand tenderly on your shoulder. 

“Don’t be a fool, Y/N,” 

You shoved her hand away, taking a step back away from her. 

“You just don’t know him the way I do, Persephone. Mind your own business.” 

With that, you turned on your heel, slamming the front door behind you.

The bell rings out as you enter Fabricia Whatnot’s shop, Tigris quickly pulling you into her arms. 

You had asked her to design your dress, knowing there was no one more suited for the job than Tigris Snow. 

“Oh, Y/N, you are just going to play so beautifully! I’ve been so excited all week, telling all the clients how lucky I am to know the artist herself!”

You blushed, shaking your head. “You flatter me,” 

She tuts, pulling you over to the small platform, gesturing for you to stand up on it, and slip on the dress hanging in front of the mirror. 

It was beautiful, long and a deep scarlet red. It was sleeveless, and a ballgown, large billows of fabric falling out from the cinched waist. A large bow sat at the back, right on your waist and above your bum, the tails of the bow flowing down to the floor, creating a train. Bows were your signature touch on every item you wore, you made sure of it. 

“Oh, Tigris,” you murmured as she helped you step into the dress, pulling it up your perfectly sculpted curves. 

She smiled, zipping up the backs, the hidden corset within the dress hugging you tight, accentuating your hips and waist. It billowed out perfectly, showcasing your cleavage strategically, leaving enough to the imagination while showing off what you were assessed with. The dress glimmered in the bright lights of the shop, making you shine like a star. 

Once she was satisfied with her work, Tigris pulled back, hands covering her mouth in awe. 

“You look like a princess,” she complimented, watching you twist and turn in the mirror, smiling as you took yourself in. 

“You are fabulous, Tigris. This dress is everything I wanted and more,” you pull her in for a hug, endless thanks falling from your lips. 

She helps you out of the design, and packs it into a gown bag for you to bring home. 

As you pay for the dress, she makes light conversation, asking, “Have you seen Coryo recently? He disappeared last night to check on Lucy Gray and hasn’t returned home since.” 

You feel like you’ve been hit by a rebel bomb when the words leave her mouth, brain failing to place the pieces together. 

Did he see her before he came to you? Or did he once again sneak from your bed to visit his pitiful songbird? 

You composed yourself, not willing to be embarrassed in front of his cousin. 

“I walked him to the Academy this morning, and then made my way over here. He seemed perfectly normal,” you stated, when deep down you wanted to rip all of the curls off of his perfect head. 

Tigris sighs in relief, handing you the gown bag. 

“I’ll see you later. You’ll perform wonderfully, I know it,” you smile at her compliment, bidding goodbye, while a silent fire rages within your belly. 

The ride home is short, and soon you’re hanging up the marvelous dress in your walk-in closet, bare feet against the cold marble tiles. 

For your recital, you had decided on one simply instrumental piece, and then one where you sang. You were nervous, though you had been practicing for ages. You had sang while playing at a few parties, but when you were a guest, people never paying much to you. This time, all the attention would be on you, and you had to make sure this performance was perfect. 

Usually in the Capitol, the only successful singers were those who sang in the opera, but you had a rich and smooth voice, one that many would die for. The original song you had picked to sing was a classic, one that everyone would be expecting and familiar with. 

But you now decided that you wanted to stand out, give them something they aren’t expecting. It would either be detrimental or skyrocketing, and you were choosing to believe it would be the latter. 

You tried to calm your ever-present nerves, smoothing your hands onto the front of your gorgeous dress, toying with the massive sapphire stones on your ears. A matching necklace hung deep from your neck, into your cleavage. They were your mothers, a token of pure beauty and wisdom, something you were hoping would come to you. 

You needed to calm down. Stress never mixed well with your mind. You had decided on a song; it was from the old world. Something all the guests sitting before you had most likely never heard. It was soulful, slow, and emotional. You hoped you would pull a few heartstrings, maybe get some audience members to cry. With your voice, nothing was unlikely. 

Coriolanus had been rushing around backstage for the past few minutes, wanting to steal you for a few moments alone. He wanted to wish you luck, not having seen you since you walked him to the Academy days ago. 

He felt like you were avoiding him, the Avoxes not letting him into your home, you only speaking to Clemmie and Sejanus at school…he was confused about what he could have possibly done, questioning Tigris and Sejanus, but neither could decipher it themselves. 

He had asked various staff members where you were, all giving different answers. It was like you told them not to tell him where you were. 

Finally, he rounded a corner, eyes settling on your back. 

He gawked at the dress, practically eye-fucking you. Your hair was in long curls down your back, and as you turned to face him, he saw a deep red color on your lips, matching the shade of your dress. 

The last person you wanted to see was Coriolanus, but as your eyes settle on his piercing blue ones, you know you’re in for it. 

You stay put, unwavering as he strides up to you, eating you up with his eyes.

“You are the most marvelous thing I have ever seen,” he compliments, going in for a kiss, expectant lips meeting your cold cheek. 

He is taken aback, confidence slightly faltering as you cross your arms against your chest, eyes on his – or should you say Percy’s – shoes, the ones you had given him before you knew him as the traitor he is. 

He watched as you looked in every direction but his, trying your hardest not to give into his gaze. 

He takes your face in his hands, moving your head so your eyes meet his, anger burning in the back of your pupils. You had been pushing yourself away from him the past few days, as it was clear Lucy Gray demanded all his time and attention. 

“Not with your songbird?” you sneer out, venom seeping from your words. Coriolanus’s eyes narrow as he realizes that this is what the avoidance has been about. 

“Darling, I already told you that she means nothing to me. Less than nothing, she is district. I am to take care of her if she is supposed to win, don’t let it get to you,” he is soft with his words, care laced within every consonance. 

You want to believe him, you really do, but it seems his words don’t match up with his actions.

“Once you can show me you truly mean your words, I will listen. Besides, I think it’s time for you to take your seat, Mr. Snow. The show is about to start.”

Coryo is raging as he makes his way back to the box seats you provided him, sitting back in the seat between Grandma’am and your mother. Your words were replaying in his mind, not understanding how you couldn’t see that you were all he wanted. Not some flamboyant little girl from District 12. 

He knew, deep down, that Lucy Gray was becoming important to him. He tried to deny it, but he couldn’t. The more time he spent with her, he began to sympathize with her, trying to ease her pain as much as possible. 

The thick, dark green curtains covering the ornate stage pulled back, revealing a black glossy grand piano, likely a fortune, and you sat on the adjacent bench, your dress billowing out from your back. It was gorgeous. Your mother turned to compliment Tigris’s work, as well did Persephone. It was the most beautiful dress that had ever been crafted in Panem. 

Coriolanus watched with adoration as your fingers delicately danced across the black and white keys of the piano, playing the original piece perfectly. The audience watched in awe, a beautiful girl playing a piano even more beautifully. It was captivating, how someone so gentle and caring could play such a dramatic piece, a song with such emotion that it brought tears to many people’s eyes. You chose this particular piece on purpose, it was one that Coriolanus had asked for you to write years ago, when the two of you were just close friends who messed around in your family’s music room. 

He froze still, the notes going straight to his nervous system, setting him into overdrive. You were performing for him, and he couldn’t decide if it was the most romantic thing he had ever seen, or the most infuriating. You had just been chastising him, but now you were playing his song, the one you wrote for him. 

The song became fast, striking. People would be talking about this piece for weeks, it would be drilled into young students' minds the next time they sat on a similar bench. On the program they had given everyone when they entered, named the song “A Snow Waltz”. You could not have been more obvious if you tried, and the idea of having a song written and named after him sent Coriolanus spiraling, wanting to kiss the sense out of you that very moment.

He sat in disbelief as the elaborate tune turned into something slower, something more calculated. 

Then you began to sing, and he knew he was done for. 

“Every night that goes between, I feel a little less,” 

The audience sat upright, eyes wide as they ingested your words, ones that Coriolanus knew you had pored over for weeks, trying to find the most fitting song for your relationship. And based on the first two lines, he wasn’t feeling overly pleased with your song of choice. 

“As you slowly go away from me, this is only another test,” 

And then he understood. This isn't a love ballad. You weren’t professing your love for him in the most public way possible… you were claiming it back. 

“Every night you do not come, your softness fades away,”

The emotion in your voice is strong and compelling, anyone who is listening can sense the sorrow in your words, the pain you must have endured. 

Coriolanus now knows that he has caused this pain. He is the reason for the best performance the Capitol has seen in a long time. 

“Is there anything left to say? Every hour of fear I spend, my body tries to cry, living through each empty night, a deadly call inside,” 

He looks around, engrossed faces all around him. Grandma’am’s eyes are glossed over, and Tigris is dabbing the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. Your father is holding your mother’s hand, tight. Sejanus is upright, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. 

“I haven’t felt this way I feel, since many a years ago. But in those years and the lifetime passed, I did not deal with you, I know.” 

Your voice ceases, a lovely piano piece following your words, giving Coryo a chance to finally digest what he’s just heard. You’re professing great fondness for someone, admitting that the relationship is fading away, running its course. 

Your voice faintly picks back up, adding in a few lyrics to compliment the complex piano piece. 

“She said, ‘Every night he will break your heart’, I should’ve known from the first, I’d be the broken hearted” 

Coryo’s chest is tight. You look up and out to the crowd, eyes falling onto his. He sees the emotion, the sadness. He knows that it’s his fault, and could’ve prevented it. 

“I loved you from the start, and now not all the prayers in the world, could save us, oh save us,”

The piano begins to slightly fade, and you stand from the bench, dress flowing as you make your way to the middle of the stage, bowing for the now standing and cheering audience, bouquets of flowers thrown to your feet. 

As you take your bow, your eyes are back on him, but this time, his hold the emotion. 

The show was a success, a vibrant grin across your beautiful face as you flitted around to greet all the guests. Various old family friends, distant relatives, even some of your professors at the Academy. 

After the performance, your parents find you first, kisses pressed to your cheek, and comforting hugs as tears slip from your mother’s eyes. 

“Panem hasn’t seen talent like yours in forever, darling.” Your father speaks, pride sparkling behind his eyes, bearing the same color as your own. 

You blush, nodding at his words, accepting his compliment. 

You break from them, finding the Plinth’s next. Sejanus gives you a kiss on each cheek, rambling about how your talent must have been given to you from the stars above. 

You giggle, letting him and his mother rain down on you with millions of compliments, all more enchanting than the last. 

“Thank you for being here, Mr. And Mrs. Plinth. It means so much,” you nod, taking Mrs. Plinth’s hands into yours. 

“Darling, believe me when I say you’ve just done something the Capitol hasn’t seen in decades. You will be more talk than the games, that’s for sure,” 

And with a kiss to your temple, Serbo Plinth walks away, Sejanus and his mother trailing. 

The room that all the guests were brought in after was a large room; high ceilings, a plush (likely expensive) rug, rows of tables with regal chairs, and various portraits of Panem’s most prominent leaders and talents up on the walls. 

You spotted the portrait of your father and Serbo Plinth easily, it was the largest in the room, other than the Presidential portrait. It was commissioned after the war, to show how your father and Mr. Plinth had been the greatest allies throughout the war, proving true to the president. 

You were sat at the center table, where everyone could come over to speak to you, or watch as you ate. Your fathers portrait hung above your seat, a silent expression of how the most successful in Panem continued to produce the best, and only the best. 

You looked at who would be sitting next to you, your father on your left, and Sejanus on your right. You were happy with that, you would speak to Sejanus through dinner, ask him how the games were going. 

You hadn’t been paying much attention to the mentorships after your dismissal, hearing bits and pieces from Clemensia during school. They had a small meeting, gathering information about their respective tribute. 

Excusing yourself quickly, despite the table still being empty as the guests continued to make conversation, you slipped through the crowds and went to the ladies room. 

You touched up on your makeup, and quickly returned back to the table. To your surprise, Coryo was now sitting in the seat that was labeled for Sejanus. 

You tried your hardest to act nonchalant as you sat back down, your father acknowledging your presence was a small pat on the knee, and then he turned back to Mr Plinth on his other side. Sejanus was now across the table from you, all sorts of different food items piled high on his fine china plate. 

Coryo’s eyes were burning into the side of your face, you could feel his harsh gaze. In all honesty, you were quite scared to turn to him. Your song was compassionate, and your deliverance of it was in the most public possible way. The best from the Capitol watching it in person, and everyone through the districts watching it on the soon-to-be Hunger Games broadcasting screens. 

You were the Gem of Panem, their princess. This had secured your place in society, you had established yourself among the most brilliant, the commanders, the leaders. You were proud of yourself. 

Criolanus stood from the table, going to gather food onto his plate. You hoped he would gather lots; it was all paid for by your father, and Coriolanus needed to eat. You always worried about him, even if you weren’t happy with him. 

He returned, plate piled up, like you hoped, and you accidentally slipped a small smile, a tiny corner of your mouth going up in happiness. 

Coryo caught it. He was always able to catch even the faintest changes in your expressions and demeanor. 

Once he had taken his seat, and loud conversation engulfed the room, you finally spoke. 

“I thought Sejanus was meant to be sat there,” you take a small bite of steamed carrots. 

“Last minute change, I suppose,” Coryo lightly shrugs his shoulders, turning his head to get a better look at you. 

“Mhm,” you breathe out, blush tickling your cheeks ever so lightly. 

“You played beautifully out there. And your voice, well, it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard. Why didn’t you tell me you’d be singing?” Is that… hurt behind his words? You turn to look at him, eyes finally meeting, and you swear you see the faintest stain of tear tracks on his cheeks, filling your stomach with fulfillment. 

“Well, you’d been too busy. I didn’t want to burden you while you save your songbird,” you try your hardest to mask the words, but you know he can hear the venom and jealousy peeking out from behind them. 

He doesn’t look smug, no, he looks hurt. Extremely hurt. 

“Y/N,” he breathes out, placing his barely used fork onto the table. 

“I know you visited her the night that you came to me.” You whisper, composure starting to crumble. 

All he does is nod, proving your accusation to be true. You lightly slouch at his silence, so that was his response? He has nothing else to say? “Is that all you have to say?” you whisper, you knew if you tried to speak any louder your voice would crack, giving your emotion away. 

“What is there to say, Y/N? You played our song up there, The Snow Waltz. You sang a song about our relationship, one where the words insinuated that you had once loved me but my betrayal was too strong. Help me understand you, Y/N, how could I possibly respond to that?” He was closer to you now, downcast faces mere inches away. 

To any onlooker, you two would look like a few teenagers who had deep set feelings for each other, feelings that must be voiced at that very second. 

You had a feeling that he would be upset with your song choices, that it would hit him deep in the chest, give him the same feeling that he had recently been giving you. 

“I played your song because I love you. And then I sang that song because I want you to know that I don’t feel loved by you.” 

Coriolanus feels as if a blow has gone straight to his gut, knife clattering as he accidentally drops it on the table. 

His eyes are hard, unreadable. But they’re glossy, the only part that is giving him away. You read him better than any other person, and he knows this. 

He stands up, chair screeching as it pushes out behind him. You watch with wide eyes, staring up at him. He spares you one last solemn look, a slight shake of his head, before he is storming off, down the isles of tables and through hundreds of guests, straight to the doors. 

You feel possessed, your feet pulling you up and forcing you after him, feeling as if they have a mind of their own. Everyone is silenced now, eyes following your every move. The young, beautiful, and talented Mars girl chasing the abrasive, orphaned, tarnished Snow boy.

“Fool,” Persephone mutters under her breath, shaking her head.  

You find Coryo in the empty lobby, no one but you and him. 

He is pacing, hands in his hair, mumbles of inaudible words spilling from his perfect lips, you want to scream at him. Scream at him for showing up before the performance, scream at him for leaving your dinner. You want to scream at him for leaving your bed to see Lucy Gray, for telling you he loves you and then going and proving to do the opposite. 

“Coriolanus,” you announce your presence, slow steps up to his brooding figure as he ceases his pacing, eyebrows twisting together. 

He first ignores you, going and taking a seat on the golden bench beside the entrance for the auditorium. 

You walk over, perching next to him. He timidly reaches a hand out, laying it onto the red dress, smoothing down the thick material. 

“You assume the worst in me, Y/N.” he shakes his head, light amusement behind his words. 

“I already told you what I believe, Coriolanus. You tell me beautiful words, give me special moments. But you then contradict yourself, going back to her. I know you need to win the prize, I know, I know, but I love you. And you’re supposed to love me. And when you love someone, you don’t abandon them for another person,” tears brim on your eyes, threatening to spill out and ruin your flawless makeup. 

“I love you, more than anything in the entire planet, Y/N. Can’t you see that I am helping Lucy Gray to win because that prize ensures I can give us the future that we deserve. The future you deserve…I want to give that to you. To be able to continue to live your life as luxuriously as you do now. Dresses, jewelry, pianos. Anything you would ever want.” His voice is soft, wavering.

You stare at him, lips slightly parted, not expecting him to voice his deepest insecurities. 

“I don’t care about all those things, Croyo…” you murmur, grabbing his hands in his lap. 

“Darling, I just watched you play the most highly acclaimed piano concert that Panem has seen in decades. You are a spectacle, a performer. You love your piano, and your dresses, and all the things that make you pretty, the things that make you shine. You are meant to be a star.” his voice drips with desperation, embarrassment. He thinks the life he lives now isn’t good enough for you. 

“I need Lucy Gray to win so that I can give you the life full of luxury that you deserve. So that I can buy you a new piano every year, a new ruby ring every birthday. Darling, it’s all for you.” his hands come up, cupping your face. They are soft, rubbing your skin. 

“Love me, Coriolanus. Show me that you can.” 

With that, he grips your jaw, hard, and yanks you into him, a small whimper falling from your lips. He is rough, pent up anger finally spilling out. “I love you,” he murmurs out, kissing your chin. “I love you,” he’s now on your neck, sucking as hard as he can, being sure to leave marks. “I love you, more than anyone else,” 

He’s standing, pulling you up with him, his hands moving down to your biceps, lips back on top of yours, pulling you into the coat room. 

He locks the door behind you two, pressing you against it. 

His leg slotted between yours, keeping you pressed tight against the doorframe. His lips continued their vicious attack against your neck and collarbones, tongue gliding across the prominent bone. 

You watched as he slowly trailed further down your body, getting onto his knees. He pulled back from your skin, watched from below as you panted, trying to catch your breath. With a final smirk, he flipped up your skirt and disappeared under the hem, hiking one of your knees over his shoulder. 

Your breath hitched as you felt his hot breath over your clothed pussy, head falling back against the mahogany as he trailed a calloused finger over the red lace, cock twitching at the sound of your light moan. 

His fingers toy with the lace, before ripping it off your legs, you hear the lingerie tear. 

“Coryoooo,” you whine, upset that he just ruined your brand new panties. 

“I’ll get you some new ones, darling,” he promises, throwing the disheveled garment to some corner of the closet. He grins, knowing some Avox will find the star performers panties sometime later tonight, and know she was fucked in the coat closet. 

Before you have time to prepare yourself, Coryo is licking a strip up your folds, and then his mouth is sucking on your bud, whimpers falling from your lips, your hands digging into the wooden walls of the room. 

Your head is thrown back in pleasure, Coryo lapping you up, his lips ravenging you at an unbearable speed, pressure begging to brew in your stomach. 

He knows the easiest way to get you undone is to give you head, and lucky you, he loved to do it. 

His one hand squeezing the fat in your ass, kneading the sensitive skin. 

You moan, loudly, when his tongue starts to circle around your clit, and he squeezes your ass extra hard: a warning. 

The burning sensation in your core continues as he enters two fingers, pumping in and out of you at a relentless pace. Though you can’t see him, you know that he is smirking, hearing you fall apart above him.

Finally, the mix of his two fingers, tongue, and thumb rubbing circles around your clit causes you to finally come undone, legs shaking as Coryo drinks up all the juices you spill. His rough hands hold your legs up, and soon he’s out from under the dress, lips quick to attach to yours, making you taste all of your juices on his tongue. 

He pulls away and smiles at you, “I love you,” he whispers, brushing your hair from in front of your face, fingers delicate and soft. 

“I love you,” you smile, lightly melting into his touch. 

“Can I fuck you now?” he smirks, a mischievous glint to eyes, fingers rubbing your jaw. “Please, pretty thing? I’ll show you just how much I love you…I’ll fuck it into you,” 

His lips are re-attacking your neck, hands pulling down the zipper of your beautiful dress. 

“When I’m president,” he pants out, your hands tangled in his hair, humming, 

“I’m hanging this dress up for everyone to see, the most beautiful dress ever worn,” he finished, attacking your lips with his own. He’s sure your lipstick is smeared across his chin, likely off the corners of his lips. He doesn’t care, everyone should know that you’re his. He is the one who gets to kiss you, gets to fuck you. 

He helps you step out of it, gently placing it over a near chair, not wanting to ruin the masterpiece. 

“In fact, I’ll have a whole wing dedicated to you, my love. It’ll have dresses, coats, portraits..” you shut him up sucking on the sweet spot under his right ear, knowing it turns him on the most. 

And you are right, watching him tear off his black coat and shred off his slacks, left in his boxers and white button down. He pulls you back into him, watching with lust blown pupils as your perfectly painted fingernails unbutton all the way down the shirt. You help him remove it, discarding it to the pile of his other clothing. 

Then, his boxers are tugged down, carelessly kicked off, and he’s back to you, pressing you harder into the wall. 

He tells you to jump, and you oblige, legs wrapped around his hips as he lines himself up with you. “Just one more, princess,” he mewls, noticing your sudden nervousness. You nod, knowing Coryo would stop if you became too overstimulated. 

You dig your head into his shoulder, biting the hard skin as he pushes in, your pussy taking him so perfectly that he almost passes out. 

The two of you hadn’t had sex in weeks. Sure, you had done other things, but you hadn’t done the thing that ties two people so closely together, barring ever single part of themselves. 

His hands are secure around your ass, moving you in synchronization while he relentlessly continues to bottom out in you. 

“Coryo,” you moan, slightly muted by it being said deep into his shoulder. 

“Taking me so well, baby,” he groans, feeling himself slowly untie. You feel the same sensation, his dick hitting your sweet spot so perfectly with every thrust. 

You wrap an arm around his shoulders, and then move your free hand down between the two of you, massaging circular motions to your clit. 

Coryo goes even faster, earning whines and various other noises from your lips, beginning to squirm from the sensitivity. 

“Come for me, darling,” he says, eyes following your every movement. You begin to massage faster, head falling back against the mahogany door as his thrusts become sloppier. 

The two of you come undone at the same time, Coryo lightly leaning against your body, slipping out before delicately dropping your leg. 

He makes sure you’re able to stand up before walking away, gathering your dress, and helping you step back into it. He ties the corset, and then the zipper.

He slips back into his outfit, pulling up the slacks and sliding his feet into the shoes. You button up his top, and smooth down the collar. You go to run your fingers through his now slightly tangled curls, making them look as perfectly curled as they were when he arrived to the show. 

Finally, he gets down on one knee, holding your heels. You prop a bare foot onto his knee, looking down at him with lust-blown pupils, swollen lips, your hair slightly messy and smudged lipstick. How he got so lucky, he has no idea. 

He slides the expensive heel delicately onto your foot, like he’s scared of hurting you. As he begins to buckle it close, he cuts the silence. 

“I love you, Y/N Mars. I love everything about you. Your voice, your eyes, your spirit. I love your dedication, your talent that so very few possess. I love how you care for me, and make sure I’m alright, always bringing me whatever I need. They say that love can arise from the most unsuspecting of places, and in my case, that was you. As a child, I would trail you like a lost puppy, always seeking your validation, some sort of indication that you saw me, knew me. I know we’ve had our initial clashes, loud, aggressive fights in the middle of class or in lunch, and I know you don’t always listen to me, and I don’t always listen to you, but you see me differently than anyone else, you see a side of me that I don’t know to anyone else. And amongst the original animosity, I found myself drawn to you, seeking your approval. The deeper I got to know you, the more I began to fall for you. Everything I’ve done, every person I’ve hurt, it’s all been for you. And now, here I am, professing my undying love for you. Love that will burn for as long as I live, as long as you’re by my side.” 

You are speechless, mouth agape, Coriolanus’s glossy eyes raking over all your features. You were bewildered, wondering how something so romantic could come out of a man’s mouth who was simply doing-up your shoes. 

He is still down on one knee, and once he’s finished your other shoe, you pull him up, arms winding tightly around his waist. 

His large hands rub your back, holding you as close as possible. You dig your face into his chest, his chin atop your head. 

A slight sniffle, and then you murmur out, “I love you, Coriolanus. I don’t know how I could’ve doubted you.” Persephone’s words echo in the back of your head, over and over again, “fool”.

**

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[thislovintime]

In Tokyo on October 2 and 3, 1968. All photos by Koh Hasebe/Getty Images.

“I’m now learning to speak Japanese from the Berlitz Japanese teacher. In the Berlitz school you’re only supposed to speak the language you’re learning, but sometimes we talk in English too. Some of the words I’ve learned are ‘empitzu’ which means ‘pencil,’ ‘Ohaio’ which means ‘Hello’ or ‘Hi’ and ‘Nihongo’ which means the Japanese language itself. When I go to Japan I’d like to go to Kyoto most of all. Kyoto is the former capital of Japan and it’s the center of the Zen Buddhists. Zen Buddhist temples are all over the place and I’d like to go there just to pick up on the vibrations.” - Peter Tork, Monkee Spectacular No. 11 "I’m also studying a lot more about the country itself. I’ve been reading a lot of books about Japanese customs and history and it’s amazing just how interesting these things can be when you want to learn them." - Peter Tork, Tiger Beat, April 1968

[thrashkink-coven]

Hi all,

Welcome to my altar tour for 2024! 1/4

This will be a multi post tour for the sake of simplicity. This post is about my main worshipping space.

My altar is the place where I pray, do spellwork, and clear my mind. It is my safe space and temple for my Gods. Most everything you see here is either gifted, thrifted, or DIY.

Most of these photos were taken during or very soon after ritual. I wanted to take more natural “unstaged” photos of my altar in all its dusty, cluttered, and slightly disorganized glory.

My altar sits on this aztec inspired chess board I received as a gift from my older brother- which he found on the side of the road. It has two drawers which contain my incense, wands, spoons, and bay. The skull bracelets on the necks of the glass bottles are to be worn during ritual.

The two salt lamps, as well as the two glass bottles full of offering flowers topped with opallite and amethyst, are meant to embody the two pillars of Solomon’s temple, (Jachin and Boaz) depicted in the illustration “The Compass of the Wise”.

My version is flipped back with the feminine pink rock for Mother Venus on the left, and the masculine gold/yellow rock for Father Mercury on the right.

All of the crystals I keep on my altar reflect this duality of light and dark, also paying homage to my respective spirits with me in the middle of all of these things. On the left, we can see clear quartz, rainbow quartz, rose quartz, white opal, more opallite, and many moonstones. There is also a tribute rhodonite angel figure for Archangel Jophiel and a citrine for him.

On the right we have tiger’s eye, more amethyst, black goldstone, many black obsidian, and golden obsidian. There is also a tribute black obsidian three eyed crow for Faviel.

My selenite wand is used for circle casting. There is also a skeleton figure sitting in prayer, bound with a protective charm. On either side of my chessboard you will also usually find two athames.

My black obsidian scrying mirror is a DIY which I charged under a super harvest moon a couple years back. In front and behind it is blizzard stone, which is a powerful aid in psychic/ astral work. Black obsidian is great for scrying.

My crystal bowl that holds up my pentacle orb is filled with alcohol (vodka) and moon water as an offering to Goddess Inanna and Mother Asherah. I try to balance the elements on my altar as much as possible, with water and fire being of great importance. I use my pentacle orb alongside my scrying mirror.

Beneath it is an obsidian skull (representing myself) a seal, and a talisman.

The seal is a charm created by a talented amulet maker named Joshua Meecha, its purpose is to banish negative energy and improve psychic communication.

The talisman is this six pointed star containing the hand of fatima and 6 angelic eyes. It is a powerful and effective protection charm and aids greatly in angelic communication. The talisman is lay on the seal with a silver chain.

🔱

[echolonely]

Moth palettes

I won't be able to draw for one week during October, so I started working early on Artober/Mothtober. And of course as I was doing some prep work for my first drawing, I started doing a color palette... and then a second one...and then a third one. I ended up doing all of them in one evening, but didn't start drawing 😅

Anyway, here are the first four of them. I'll eventually share them all, and they'll be posted on my pinterest in a dedicated board too. Those 4 are all around brownish/yellow tones but some of them have beautiful pink and green colors 😍

All the photos I used to create the palettes are under Creative Common Attribution license with permitted derivative work, so, the palettes images are too.

Credits for the photos:

Garden Tiger moth from Temple of Mara

Goat moth from Ben Sale

Io moth from Cotinis

Puss moth from Mark Fosh

[tdciago]

Do you think there's a possibility based on that interview from Joe Keery that we may get some flashbacks of Dot when she was at Tillman's house? Also, if we're gonna find out something about Gator's mother?

Based on other things that Noah Hawley has said, it seems like we're not really going to see much of their backstory played out on camera. Juno Temple also said that she didn't get to work with Jon Hamm that much, but Jennifer Jason Leigh did.

Something that *may* be going on this season is that we're getting bits of the story from the point of view of different characters. So Munch says that Roy apparently hired him and didn't tell him that Dot was a tiger, so he chose Donny as his partner. But Gator says he's the one who hired the kidnapper, and it was Donny that he found, which means Donny chose Munch, not the other way around.

So we may get opposing stories about Roy and Dot from each of them. When Roy sees the wedding photo on the wall, he's looking at Nadine/Dot in the photo, and she seems happy. But there's a wedding photo he will give to Lorraine (shown in a preview) where they look like the couple in the painting "American Gothic", stern and unhappy and not connecting. I wonder if we're actually seeing two different photos, or if Roy is seeing that same photo through rose-colored glasses, while Lorraine is seeing it as it really was.

The following is spoilery regarding the first wife.

There is an actress credited in 5.7 named Kari Matchett who seems to be the first wife shown in Roy's wedding photos. That episode, "Linda," is filled with women who have similar names, like Tonda, Landa, Lynda, and Belin, which is presumably Belinda. The description is "Dot takes a fantastic journey." It sounds like something trippy. Maybe she's knocked out or given a drug. But it's possible that Kari Matchett is Linda, and we'll find out something about her. Will it be a dream, or real?

[world-cinema-research]

Technology: The Transformation of Films (Final Essay)

By Nathan Gruber

Ever since 1965, films underwent a drastic transformation that can now be reflected on through several key changes and dimensions such as technology and special effects. The result of this transformation are films that utilize the latest technology to take the audience to another world. One of the greatest films to do this is Avatar (2009) because it truly takes you to a new world with the use of effects. In this essay, we will determine how films have changed since 1965 by comparing the dimensions of Bonnie and Clyde (1967), Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984), Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000), and Avatar (2009).

Bonnie and Clyde (1967) is an artistic success based on the lives of Bonnie Parker (Faye Dunaway) and Clyde Barrow (Warren Beatty). It was a success in several different areas including financial with it cost at $50,700,000 and took $2.5 million to create. Although it was a massive hit, “only around 5% of the movie’s content is historically accurate.” (Ashley Yoon’s Essay about Bonnie and Clyde). At the time this film was made, social issues were the primary topic to debate and protest over with the Civil Rights Movement and the Vietnam War. The goal of the Vietnam War protests were “to get national visibility for the anti-war movement” (U.S. Marshals Service). As for the Civil Rights movement, the photo below is a prime example of the violence that was taking place because of the unjust treatment of different races, specifically African Americans, which led to “the systematic denial of employment opportunities by white-owned businesses” (Britannica). This denial led to specific ethnicities gaining little money through work even when granted a job. 

In the 1980s, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984) was released with critics giving it a standing ovation for the special effects by calling it “the most impressive achievements in the whole history of Raiders and Bond-style thrillers” (Roger Ebert Review). However, it must be noted that the way the film handled culture is rather distasteful, yet as Screen Rant reveals “there is no other film in the series in which Indy seeks out a lost artifact solely to return it to its rightful owners.” At the time of the film's release, Ronald Reagan was elected to be the President of the United States. This event is the single most important event of the year because of how it shows what the people of the United States wanted for a leader as the election had him at “525 electoral votes to (his opponent) Mondale’s 13” (Britannica). These facts make the film ahead of its time in the cultural and political aspects, but in other aspects, how does it compare? As the film utilized the top special and practical effects, the reception for it was major with the film making $333,080,271 at the box office making it a massive hit. The greatest examples of these effects are the rope bridge scene and the mine cart scene because of the combination of effects used which all make the film come to life.  

Rope Bridge Scene: https://youtu.be/nPGxSotEa-c?si=Rnwjn5Ky5Swr8Ixs 

Mine Cart Chase Scene: https://youtu.be/hVGl1d8hRBI?si=EOslw31_FId1rQQ8 

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000) was a huge hit and became widely renowned for the effects and story. At the time, the film received $213,966,221 at the box office. Even though it is renowned for the effects and stunts, the film used as little computer heavy effects as possible as computers “were used only to remove the safety wires that held the actors” (Robert Ebert’s Review). What makes this film truly unique is the unorthodox roles of the characters with women being powerful, strong warriors that defy “the limitations traditionally placed on them” (Aiden McKinney’s Week Seven Film comparison). At the time the film was created, the election of George W. Bush was a slim win as Florida was counted wrong and had to be recounted in order to know who won. As seen in the electoral map below, this event is the perfect example of the political climate of the time the film was made because it demonstrates how this decision was a difficult one to make. 

Avatar (2009) was a spectacularly massive hit that toppled every movie ever made and has kept that spot since then because of the 2.7 billion dollars made worldwide. This film utilized a vast array of CGI and other technologies that made the film appear as real as possible. This film was the first to use these technologies “to make his movie, which is what made it huge in cinematic history” (Jillian Arnold’s essay about Avatar). The clip below is an interview with James Cameron on the technology used in the film which shows the full extent of the film’s CGI. The technology used in the film would bring to life a film devoted to nature. This is what separated it “from the other science fiction films with its viewpoint regarding the nature besides the entire characteristics of a science fiction film” (Kalay, 43). At the time the film was created, Barack Obama became the first African-American president of the United States. 

Each of these films’ technology, special effects, and historical events serve as a guide to how films have changed since 1965. The film Bonnie and Clyde (1967) provided very little technological advancements because the film utilized some older technology from older films such as the screen domes for car chases to keep the budget low. This can be said for the special effects because much of it was done by previous films. However, the blood seen in the film was a small advancement to make the blood look real. The historic events at the time had the country in a social awakening that brought uncertainty to many people. When compared to Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984), there is a stark contrast in these areas because the Indiana Jones franchise used the latest effects and technology. Plus, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984) came out at a time when there really wasn’t anything to cause a huge concern over, not even an election because the people were more united in 1984. 

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984) utilized the latest in technology and special effects. It pushed these boundaries at a time of peace. In contrast, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000) used very minimal computer generated effects to make the movie look more authentic by using the computers to only remove safety robes. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000) pushed the boundary of tradition by having gender roles swapped so the women are the warriors and it did this at a time of little uncertainty because of an election that had to be recounted due to a miscount. However, it was a peaceful time. 

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000) used minimal technology to deliver the most authentic stunts possible. It did this at a very peaceful time. Meanwhile, Avatar (2009) heavily relied on special effects and CGI to bring the audience into the world James Cameron created. Like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000), it did all of this in a peaceful time. 

These films had different dialogue, sets, special effects, and genres. Bonnie and Clyde (1967) utilized minimal special effects, the genre was a clash between romance and action/drama, the sets were all either abandoned shacks, nature, or in a small town, and the dialogue was done in such a way that it wasn’t historically accurate, yet it gave context to the audience without sounding fake. Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984) had a genre of action/adventure, the sets were all in nature, in a palace, and in a terrifying cave system, the special effects were very grand and quite large in scope, and the dialogue was a bit over the top with Willie’s (Kate Capshaw) constant yelling at things as though it was her first time outside. In comparison, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000) had an action/adventure and romance genre, tons of special effects that were all stunts with a little editing, the sets were all outside in nature and in temples, homes, and other such buildings and were highly detailed, and the dialogue was very creative and clever with a rather unique choice of words, In Avatar (2009), there was an overwhelming amount of special effects, the sets were all in nature or else in a laboratory, the genre was a sci-fi action/drama, and the dialogue was interestingly integrated with the Na’vi language at parts, but mainly stuck with serious conversions. 

Each of these films hold an important place in film history with each contributing something to the industry. Looking back on each of these films, it becomes clear that with each contribution, there is a change to films as Bonnie and Clyde (1967) made violence more acceptable, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984) brought technological advancements to special effects, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000) used technology and practical effects to make the film look realistic, and Avatar (2009) utilized computer technology to make it so sets weren’t even needed. As you can see, the biggest change to films is the technology used in them as movies today don’t even need practical sets. That is how movies have changed since 1965.

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Jaguar & Tezcatlipoca's Reunion Photo Tour!

Commentary: You can consider this a spiritual successor to Babylonia Omake: Jaguar Man's Último Adios.

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Jaguar PELIGRO!!!

Commentary:

You thought I was out of Jaguar Memes? You're wrong! I just saved the best for last.

As a loyal minion of Tezcatlipoca, Jaguar Man joining up with Quetz is kind of like the pet (or No. 2) of the villain shacking up with the protagonists for an episode. It's a cute change to the dynamic, but you know it can't last because that mutt's only really doing that out of convenience until the status quo kicks back in.

So Quetz treating her with suspicion is pretty justified. They've been enemies for an entire mythos and she knows that Jaguar's only trying to kiss up to her because her usual boss isn't around.

Likewise, I'd like to think that Jaguar wouldn't mind getting a good hit in on Quetzalcoatl before scampering off back to the Throne and the Court of the Smoking Mirror. At least, that's how I like to regard their dynamic.

This comic and its punchline were partially inspired by this X-Play sketch. Anyone else remember X-Play? Good times.

The title of the comic is a reference to "Mi Ultimo Adios", the final poem of Filipino writer and national hero Dr. Jose Rizal.

While Cabron technically means "male goat" in Spanish, it is usually used as a catch-all expletive/insult. Please don't recklessly say it in public. I wash my hands of the mater.

Jaguar puts the (True) label after her boss' name to further distinguish him from how his four fellow creator gods Quetzalcoatl, Huitzilopochti and Xipe Totec are alternatively known as the White, Blue, and Red Tezcatlipoca respectively.

Tony the Tiger and Star Trek references. Couldn't resist. Sorry.

We'll be going back to the regular schedule after this strip. I hope you enjoyed these back-to-back marathon miniseries!

Do you guys prefer to call not!Taiga "Jaguar Man" or "Jaguar Warrior"?

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orojuice commentary More Primeval Villain + Cat Archetrope Adventures! Had this idea since LB7 dropped, but I could never get Georgios to look right for the lead-up panel. That is until I remembered that CE of his. Finding that red waterfall background was also a huge boost since initially, I just placed a blood splatter on the final camera shutter background before the last panel would show the same background before that but without the duo. Much more fun this way. For Quetzalcoatl. According to the 8th Anniversary FGO interview with the creators, the giant robotic ghost that Tezcatlipoca summons for his NP sometimes? Apparently, his illustrator Shou Tajima was given complete freedom to do whatever he wanted for the Sun God's Third Ascension so long as he followed the specifications for the first two. The robotic ghost was his initial submission for that. And yes, this Third Ascension Tezcatlipoca was always that big. Nasu and the other creative heads liked it a lot, but they couldn't find a way to feasibly program it into the typical three Servant line-up. Mr. Tajima was asked to make a more typical Third Ascension in its place. However, while they couldn't have it in the game as a playable sprite, they did model it for use in Tezcatlipoca's First and Second Ascension NP sequences. So if he had, theoretically, transformed into that to fight Quetzalcoatl in this comic, he could've produced roughly this much blood.

spacebattles comments

Mash: Jaguar Man! Tezcatlipoca!

Fujimaru: D-D-Did you just take pictures of a m-murder?

Georgios: That's the scary part, Master. I didn't.

Fujimaru and Mash: Huh?

Georgios: Those pictures you're looking at? All of them were taken at the same spot at roughly the same time. It was supposed to be a photo of them enjoying their day in the city. Then, when I took more shots, I got those images. (shudder) The whole thing just creeps me out. I'm thinking of brining my camera to a temple to have it cleansed or something along the line.

Mash: What could this mean, Senpai?

Fujimaru: I'm not s-

Jaguar Man (passing by): Oh boy, nya! I can't wait to go on that hiking trip! Just you and me, Tez!

Tezcatlipoca: Yup! Just the two of us in the woods! No one to bother us as we enjoy ourselves! Wait, what about Coatl?

Jaguar Man: Nyot to worry! I sent her on a wild goose chase across the Sahara Desert!

Tezcatlipoca: Ha ha! What an idiot!

Fujimaru, Mash and Georgios: …

Georgios: Umm … guys? Do you think that my camera could have been taking photos of the future?

Fujimaru: Georgios? For our remaining sanity, please just drop the subject.

Georgios: But-

Mash: Senpai said to drop it.

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Another round done, a shit ton of high ratings, oh well i don't care, i'm not a professional i just like music

Aki Hoshino (ほしのあき)- Nyaa! (にゃぁあ!) (6.5/10, deleted from library [sadly])

Alice Coltrane- Turiya Sings (9.5/10)

Anohni and the Johnsons- I Am A Bird Now (9.0/10)

Archers of Loaf- Icky Mettle (8.0/10)

Ayesha Erotica- Big Juicy (8.0/10)

Band of Susans- Love Agenda (8.5/10)

Bauhaus- In the Flat Field (9.0/10)

BiS- IDOL is DEAD (7.5/10)

Burial- Temple Sleeper (7.5/10)

C.W. Vrtacek- Silent Heaven (7.0/10)

Dälek- Abandoned Language (8.5/10)

Death Cab For Cutie- The Photo Album (8.5/10)

Diamanda Galás- Plague Mass (10/10)

Earl Sweatshirt- I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside (9.0/10)

Eiichi Otaki (大滝詠一)- A Long Vacation (6.5/10, deleted from library, just not my thing)

Foxxi misQ- A-L-I-V-E (8.5/10)

Indian Summer- Science 1994 (8.5/10)

John Zorn- Chimeras (7.5/10)

Lambchop- Aw C'mon (9.0/10)

Lambchop- No You C'mon (8.5/10)

Melvins- Lysol (8.5/10)

Michael Jones- After the Rain (7.0/10)

Quicksand- Slip (8.0/10)

The Sea Urchins- Stardust (7.0/10)

Seiko Oomori (大森靖子)- TOKYO BLACK HOLE (8.5/10)

The Soft Pink Truth- Do You Party? (8.0/10)

Supercar- Highvision (8.5/10)

System F- Out of the Blue (7.5/10)

Tatuki Seksu- Hanazawa EP (8.0/10)

Tentenko (テンテ���コ)- Deep & Moistures 1 (7.5/10)

Tiger Trap- Tiger Trap (8.5/10)

Tindersticks- Tindersticks (8.0/10)

Varathron- His Majesty at the Swamp (8.0/10)

Vladislav Delay- Anima (9.0/10)

The White Noise- An Electric Storm (8.5/10)

Yuka Kosaka- Ero Puri Trance (8.0/10)

Zomby & Burial- Sweetz (8.0/10)

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Iseul was offered an assignment a few days ago to take photos of Tomarang's nature scenery by one of her clients, and she took it eagerly, with her girlfriend Grace accompanying her. They rented a cozy but nice studio unit*, 1 Tam Nang Sands, and unpacked. While Grace napped, Iseul took some photos.

Iseul had last been in Tomarang two years ago when she had to take photos of some buildings and food stalls and write about them for a magazine. She loved visiting places like temples, parks, the tiger sanctuary, restaurants, buying things at stalls, and meeting other people and getting to know about Tomarani culture. She was there for one month and stayed at a vacant unit in Koh Sahpa that the Sadya family rented to her, and even went on a few dates with some cute women she'd met and connected with, and became friends with the Sadyas.

Now, Iseul took a break from her photography and headed back to her rental unit. She changed out of her everyday clothes into her button down red and black dragon shirt, black pants, and put on the onyx dangle earring she'd bought in San Myshuno. Grace was up, and she smiled as she watched Iseul get ready, putting gel in her hair and combing it and then putting on some moisturizer on her face. "You’re dressing up for me, Issy?” She said. "Yup, I want to look nice for our date." She said. "You do. You're the most handsome and beautiful woman, jaan." Grace said softly. “Thanks, you’re gorgeous too, Jagiya.” Iseul said, flushing, and Grace grinned. “I know, thanks Issy.” She said, and Iseul grinned too. “I love how confident you are.” Iseul said. “Let’s head out now because otherwise we’ll spend all night woohooing each other.” Grace said. “On second thought we could stay in.” Iseul joked, and Grace rolled her eyes but smiled. “Come on, Issy. We’ll woohoo when we come back because that nap gave me loads of energy.” She added mischievously, making Iseul blush.

Iseul took Grace out to the night market to enjoy some food and buy some local produce and wares. Grace’s eyes widened at the stalls and items and the smell of amazing food and sounds of vendors calling out and people chatting as they sat and ate. Iseul ordered Malaysian Satay from one stall and Grace paused, biting her lip. “What’s wrong, babe?” Iseul asked. “I’m not sure if the Bánh xèo has pork or not. I’ll just order from the vegetarian stall.” She said, Iseul put a hand on her arm. “Hang on, Jagiya, let me ask.” She said, and she spoke in rusty but decent Tomarani, asking the vendor if they had a pork free version, and they did. Iseul and Grace thanked them as they got their food, and Iseul insisted on paying. “It’s my treat, Gracie.” Iseul joked sternly. “Fine, okay.” Grace said, and she bumped her shoulder flirtatiously with Iseul’s as they sat down. “This Bánh xèo looks as good as you.” Grace said, and Iseul laughed, shaking her head at her girlfriend’s cheesiness.

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The Princess of Wales and Meghan dress for sport by u/Mickleborough

The Princess of Wales and Meghan dress for sport La pom-pom girl en chef:Ayahuasca, anyone?Let’s examined the evidence.Sporty Meghan plays table tennisI’ve only been able to come across one - one - image of Meghan playing sport. And I wouldn’t actually call it ‘playing’, as there’s no visual evidence.November 2022: Meghan in a promo for the Invictus Games 2023. No paddle, no ball - but we’re led to believe that she’s playing / about to play table tennis because, in the preceding frame, Harry‘s seen with the right equipment. Chicken tacos lunch with Michelle Obama, anyone?March 2020. The then Duchess of Cambridge at Savannah House, Co Kildare, Ireland, a respite facility which provides overnight housing for young people who need to get away sometimes.Meghan goes hikingIn what the uncharitable would say was a stunt to distract from King Charles’s coronation, Meghan was ‘papped’ hiking by a friendly photographed.May 2023. There’s gold in them thar hills! Or on Meghan’s arm anyway.Here’s the then Duchess of Cambridge, dressed for a 5-hour hike in the Himalayas to visit Paro Taktsang, the Tiger’s Nest, the most spiritual temple in Bhutan.April 2016. No sweat! Literally - there are reports that she wasn’t perspiring. That could be sycophantic, but does add to the mystique of Kate.Is La pom-pom girl en chef correct? (NB I do realise that the photos of the Princess of Wales pre-date Meghan’s - I’m relying on sugar logic here.) Does the Princess of Wales copy Meghan’s (cough) style?That’s all. post link: https://ift.tt/b10Fe2I author: Mickleborough submitted: December 04, 2023 at 09:02PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

[aroundtheworldin214days]

June 10, 2023 - Day 166

Kaohsiung, Taiwan

Kaohsiung is Taiwan’s second largest city and is the largest and busiest container port in the world. We were here in 2015 and the city has really changed. With a population of 2.7 million it was a polluted industrial city which has worked hard to become mostly a green city with lots of parks, waterside cafes along the love river, art galleries and museums. They have built a extensive all electric light rail system without any overhead wires. In 1979/80 there was a strong movement to become a democratic nation called the Kaohsiung Incident which was a defining moment in the city’s history. Taiwan currently has a population of 23 million.

We went out to a island called Cijin which is the oldest part of the city and full of historical sites and traditional markets. There is a very nice surfing beach where they were holding a sand castle contest. I put a couple of photos below.

We then went to the Lotus, Dragons and Tigers park which was full of beautiful ponds full of lotus flowers, temples and carvings.

There was a very large coast guard and naval base in the harbor. All the countries we have visited in the Far East are very concerned about China and Taiwan is on the top of that list and they are ready. Apparently there was a 4.7 earthquake while we were there but I didn’t feel a thing.

[lowder-the-koopa]

The Return of Lowder Reviews: Power Rangers Wild Force

This will also be the final review done in this format because after this I will have special screen cards showing what I am reviewing.

Plot Summary:

In the wilderness while having been raised by the local natives, a young man named Cole leaves to search for his past. In the city of Turtle Cove, four Rangers are battling two powerful orgs but are outmatched. The orgs leave, and Alyssa comments on how they need a fifth Ranger, but their leader Taylor disagrees. Cole arrives in the city and tries to find the people in his photo - his parents. He saves animals from a shady shelter run by two devious people. Cole and the animals make it out of the shelter safely and the animal snatchers are revealed to be the Duke Orgs Toxica and Jindrax. After being knocked out by the four Rangers the next day, Cole wakes up in a jungle and five robotic animals greet him - Lion, Tiger, Bison, Shark, and Eagle - the Power Animals. Cole makes his way to a temple, where he is greeted by the Rangers and their mentor Princess Shayla. Cole shows them a red crystal with the lion in it. They surprise him by showing him their colored crystals. The Org from earlier returns to wreak more havoc in the city. Shayla dispatches the Rangers. Taylor gives Cole his Growl Phone and shows him how to morph. The Rangers are still unable to defeat the Orgs. They combine their weapons into the Jungle Sword, destroying Plug Org. Jindrax and Toxica appear. Toxica grows the Turbine Org grow into a giant. The Wild Zords come to help the Rangers and destroy the org.

Barbed Wire Org starts to attack the city with his wires. Jindrax and Toxica find the old org temple and find Master Org, the father of all orgs. The Rangers arrive in the city to fight the org, but while Cole tries to reason with it, Taylor wants to fight. An army of Putrids welcomes the Rangers, and Cole sticks to his plan and tries to reason with Barbwire Org. After he finds that orgs do not have hearts, he goes with Taylor's plan and morphs. The Rangers destroy Barbed wire Org with the Jungle Sword, and he grows to giant size after Jindrax and Toxica make themselves known to the Rangers. The Wild Zords come from the Animarium, and Red Lion tells Cole they need to combine the Wild Zords, forming the Wild Force Megazord. The team puts together their Crystal Sabers, and the power animals come together, and the Megazord is formed. The Rangers use the Mega Roar and destroy Barbed Wire Org, so Master Org creates a new plan. Back on the Animarium, the Rangers give Cole a make-over, officially making him part of the team.

Master Org gives Toxica and Jindrax a pep talk in preparation for his next dastardly plan. Cole reads Taylor's Ranger rule book but says there should only be one rule: teamwork. Taylor storms off and arrives in the city, noticing a woman telling her child about the Animarium. The story is told, but with a terrible result. Camera Org surfaces and makes everyone invisible with a single click. Taylor runs into Jindrax and the two fight until Camera Org makes Taylor invisible. The other Rangers come, and while Cole lures away Camera Org, Alyssa, Danny, and Max take on an army of Putrids. Cole tricks Camera Org and gets his film, restoring everyone's visibility. Taylor meets up with the Rangers, but Camera Org wraps them up. Cole unleashes his new Lion Blaster, destroying it, so Toxica revives him into a giant. The Rangers call the Wild Force Megazord, which destroys Camera Org with the Mega Roar. Taylor makes peace with Cole, accepting him as the new leader.

Max reads the newspaper and suggests that he and Danny check out the haunted temple to see if it has an org. Danny's mind is elsewhere, though, as he has his eyes on Kendall, whom he has a crush on. Kendall and Danny ride off, leaving Max behind. An upset Max decides to check the temple on his own, but gets scared and runs back. The next day, Danny tries to apologize but is distracted by Kendall once again. It turns out Bell Org was at the temple and traps Max in one of his bells. The other Rangers arrive to fight Bell Org. Danny hears Max inside the bell and runs to save him. The two best friends reconcile, and the Rangers regroup. Danny and Max injure Bell Org double and then form the Jungle Sword. Toxica resurrects the org into a giant, but the Mega Roar destroys it. Danny visits Kendall to tell her about his true feelings but chickens out. Luckily, Kendall finds a note Danny left for her.

Alyssa goes on an archeological dig for school, and while snooping around a cave, she finds a glowing Wild Force emblem. Later, she, Princess Shayla, and Cole check it out. Tire Org starts terrorizing the city, and three Rangers show up to fight it. Tire Org stalls Taylor, Danny, and Max, giving him time to dash over to Cole, Alyssa, and Princess Shayla. He kidnaps the princess, and the Rangers try to run after him. The power animals send the new savage cycles, and Alyssa stops Tire Org; the Rangers destroy Tire Org with a blast from the cycles, and Alyssa saves Princess Shayla. Toxica resurrects the org into a giant, and the Wild Force Megazord is formed. Master Org kidnaps Princess Shayla while the Rangers are busy and forces her to open the seal. Alyssa leaves the Megazord to help the Princess but is knocked out by Master Org. When Shayla tells Master Org that she can't open the seal, only the chosen one can; he decides to blow it up. After Master Org leaves, Shayla and Alyssa inspect the rubble and find that the Power Animal behind the seal still lives. An animal crystal appears before Alyssa and summons the Elephant Zord, forming the Wild Force Megazord sword and shield mode. Tire Org is destroyed, and Cole tries to master his new savage cycle.

Alyssa reads a story to Max and Danny about a creature in Turtle Lake that can grant wishes. Max falls asleep and has a dream about the Megazord getting defeated. Max wishes the others would stop calling him a kid, and as the book instructs, he writes it down on paper, puts it in a bottle, and throws it into the lake. That night, the Rangers fight Ship Org, who stole Max's bottle. Max is knocked out, and the Rangers take him back to the Animarium. There, he has the same dream, but this time, a voice tells him to use the Spear of Pardolis. He confides in Princess Shayla and then returns to fight Ship Org. The other Rangers join him, and the Jungle Sword destroys Ship Org. The Rangers then call their Wild Zords after Toxica revives him into a giant. Max's dream becomes a reality, and Princess Shayla remembers that Pardolis was an ancient Animarium warrior who had control over the Giraffe Zord, his spear. The Rangers then call on the Giraffe Zord, forming the Wild Force Megazord Spear Mode, and Ship Org is destroyed.

When jogging, Taylor stops by at the air force base and remembers when she first came to the Animarium. She meets two boys: wearing black and white, running from a security guard. She saves them from capture and finds out from the security guard that she was the best pilot Turtle Cove ever had. Then, Cellphone Org starts attacking the city and can disrupt the Rangers' ability to morph. He injures Taylor, who manages to hide in an abandoned factory. Putrids find her, but the two boys save her using psychic powers. While the other Rangers deal with Cellphone Org, Taylor is tasked by the boys to get two flowers from a cliff. The others break Cellphone Org's antenna, allowing Taylor to morph, fly, and get the flowers. The boys give her two seeds, and she then returns to the others. The Jungle Sword destroys Cellphone Org, and Toxica revives him into a giant. The Rangers notice the boys Taylor met before. The boys sprinkle pollen from the flowers on each other, turning them into the Black Bear and Polar Bear Zords. The seeds Taylor was given turns into animal crystals, and the Wild Force Megazord Double Knuckle is formed. Even though Cellphone Org is destroyed, Red Lion becomes tired from taking in energy from the bear brothers, causing the Megazord to overload.

The rangers learn of a magical Soul Bird in the forest that can heal the Wild Zords. Cole thinks that it may heal the Red Lion, so the Rangers head off to find it. However, they are stopped by Toxica, Jindrax, and a grown Bulldozer Org. Since Red Lion is still exhausted, the Rangers can't form the Megazord. Red Lion objects and says that he will fight, so the Rangers do what Jindrax and Toxica want them to. However, they need to use the bear brothers again. Red Lion becomes exhausted and injured, so the other Wild Zords try to protect him. Cole tries to find the Soul Bird, and Jindrax and Toxica go after him. But Taylor, Alyssa, Danny, and Max stop them. Cole encounters Master Org, who scares away the Soul Bird who states that the Soul Bird is never seen twice. The gorilla crystal then comes to Cole, who reunites with the others and forms the Kongazord. After Bulldozer Org is destroyed, the Rangers find a Soul Bird egg, and Cole becomes sad because the little chick won't know its mother... like him.

A wandering General Org called Retinax battles the Rangers to prove his worth. With Freezer Org's help and sacrifice, the Zords are frozen, and the Rangers are rendered powerless. The Soul Bird hatches, restore the Zords and powers and help the Rangers defeat Retinax. Master Org later finds the defeated Retinax and destroys him.

Master Org releases the General Org Nayzor, who finds and releases another Duke Org - Zen-Aku. Zen-Aku defeats the Rangers and steals the Elephant Zord from Alyssa.

An injured Alyssa is tended to by Zen-Aku after being attacked by Toxica and Jindrax. Zen-Aku summons his Dark Wild Zords (consisting of the Wolf Zord, the Hammerhead Zord, and the Alligator Zord) to battle the Rangers' Wild Zords.

As Cole takes on Zen-Aku, the others take on Bus Org who disguised himself as a bus which they had to free the passengers from. After defeating the Bus Org, the Rangers face Zen-Aku. He also combines his Dark Wild Zords into the Predazord and steals the Giraffe Power Animal from them.

Zen-Aku frees Motorcycle Org and kidnaps Princess Shayla. It seems that back in Taylor's past, she couldn't defeat Motorcycle Org and Princess Shayla had to seal him away with a spell. Shayla's necklace brings back memories for Zen-Aku. The Rangers battle Motorcycle Org and Zen-Aku and get back the Princess. After the Motorcycle Org is destroyed, Zen-Aku summons the Predazord which defeats the Kongazord. Taylor is defeated by Zen-Aku, who steals the Bear animal crystals.

As Zen-Aku begins to remember his past, Nayzor plants a bug in his head, which convinces him that he is evil, making him even more dangerous to the Rangers. This was unlikely proven when he crashes the Rangers' battle with Lawnmower Org and destroys him.

The ancient Animus intervenes to reveal Zen-Aku's true identity - Merrick, the ancient warrior who defeated Master Org by using the cursed wolf mask. By beating the Predazord with new zords, the Rangers break the curse, returning Merrick to normal.

After a failed attempt to retrieve the stolen Animal Crystals, Merrick must fight the Quadra Org, a Chimera-type Org who was created with the power of the crystals. With the Rangers tied up, Merrick battles on his own until his Wild Zords return to him and give him the power to morph into the Lunar Wolf Ranger. After Quadra Org was destroyed, Merrick destroys Nayzor and reclaims the stolen crystals.

Toxica secretly powers herself up into the newest General Org - Necronomica. This puts her into conflict with Jindrax even when he finds Karaoke Org. Merrick helps the Rangers defeat her with his latest vehicle - the Wolf Savage Cycle. Afterwards, Toxica and Jindrax make their escape after Toxica makes Karaoke Org grow.

Jindrax finds Master Org zapping Toxica after he found out that she used the Org Crown on herself. After being persuaded by Jindrax not to destroy her, Master Org order both of them to make themselves useful and find another Org. Signal Org makes Cole lose his memory. He ends up on a farm, but is eventually found by the Rangers and returned to normal to defeat Signal Org. Also, Alyssa discovers that Cole's parents have been presumed dead. Following Signal Org's destruction, Toxica and Jindrax explore Master Org's chamber based on Toxica's suspicions that he may be human. However, Master Org catches them and using his vines transforms Toxica and Jindrax into more powerful forms as well as brainwashing them into being completely loyal to him.

Bowling Org makes Max learn a new bowling technique, the tornado spin. To learn the move, he must convince his old bowling coach to regain his will to bowl.

Danny competes for Kendall's affection while the Rangers try to find Wedding Dress Org and his captives. Kendall discovers that Danny is the Black Ranger and inspires him to turn the tide against the Org single-handedly. In the end, Danny's life doesn't allow them to be together.

Alyssa's father is in town and calls Alyssa for lunch. Samurai Org stirs up trouble and Alyssa must recall her father's training to defeat him.

Nayzor is resurrected as the stronger Super Nayzor. He is defeated by Cole's new weapon, the Falcon Summoner. During the battle, Cole also manages to defeat Toxica and Jindrax which reverses their brainwashing and returns them to normal. They then abandon Master Org, determined to find someone to help them take down the impostor. When Master Org makes him grow, Super Nayzor is destroyed as a giant by the Rangers' new Megazord, the Isis Megazord which is made up the Falcon, the Deer, the Giraffe, the Rhino, and the Armadillo Zords.

Wes and Eric track down three MutOrgs from the future to Turtle Cove, where they team up with the Wild Force Rangers to battle them. The Rangers are incredibly overpowered, and only with the intervention of Jen are they able to escape. The MutOrgs managed to find their way to Master Org. The four remaining Time Force Rangers later arrive from the future, bringing Ransik and Nadira with them. They track down the MutOrgs and Ransik manages to destroy their mutant halves. This allows the 12 Rangers to destroy the trio. Afterwards, the 12 Rangers find that Ransik is now human.

Posing as his original form of Dr. Victor Adler upon him being found, Master Org kidnaps four of the Rangers and reveals his true origin to Cole. In a heated battle, Cole destroys Master Org's Org half, reverting him to an average human. Meanwhile, Toxica and Jindrax have found a replacement to lead them - General Org Mandilok. After Mandilok blasts Master Org and leaves him for dead, he comes back to life when an Org horn appears on his head.

Zen-Aku returns in a separate to rejoin with Merrick. Only by learning to accept help from his friends does Merrick defeat this evil from his past.

Cole befriends a mysterious young boy named Kite, who helps them defeat Mandilok's two new Duke Orgs - Artilla and Helicos.

Flute Org controls the citizens of Turtle Cove, and the Rangers, with his music. A surprising ally comes to their rescue - Animus.

Jindrax teams up with his brother Juggelo to prove his worth by destroying the Rangers. After his brother is killed, Jindrax narrowly escapes.

The Rangers battle for control of the Wild Zords against Lion Tamer Org. The Zords are broken free of the Org's spell by Kite, who displays some mysterious powers.

Mandilok convinces Kite that humans are no good and unleashes Monitor Org. Just as the Rangers defeat Monitor Org, Kite reveals himself as Animus and breaks off the control device that Jindrax and Toxica placed on the Wild Force Megazord. He determines that humans do not deserve the Wild Zords' help and takes them away.

The Rangers struggle to defeat Toy Org without their Zords. When Animus truly believes in humanity's soul and the Rangers' commitment to protecting the Earth when they fight against Toy Org, he returns the Zords to the Rangers.

Cole and nine other Red Rangers from the previous series unite to destroy the remaining generals of the Machine Empire who are excavating Serpentera.

To prepare for his return, Master Org sends the ninja Duke Org Onikage to take care of business. Onikage succeeds in kidnapping Shayla and destroys Toxica, and then creates Shadow Rangers to fight the Rangers. Master Org reappears and destroys Mandilok. The Pegasus Megazord destroys Onikage, but Master Org walks off with the Princess.

Jindrax sets up both the Rangers and the Locomotive Org to re-energize Toxica's horn, which he uses to fish her out of the Org Spirit World. Meanwhile, Master Org prepares the Nexus for a mysterious ceremony and snatches Princess Shayla's necklace, for it.

The Rangers battle resurrected Retinax, Nayzor, and Mandilok to disable the Nexus's force field so that their new allies Toxica and Jindrax may sneak in and rescue Princess Shayla.

Master Org returns and attacks the Rangers with his new form. He destroys all the Wild Zords and the Rangers' powers. The Wild Zords later return, along with other fallen Wild Zords, and destroy Master Org with an Ultra Roar. The Rangers then beat the Org Heart so that Master Org won't come back.

Thoughts:

I think that Wild Force is a good show and enjoyed my time watching the show with things I like the story, designs, some of the characters, and villains but I do have some criticisms like some of the episodes being forgettable, some acting and line delivery being a bit iffy, and some of the characters not having much going for them. Overall, I enjoyed this season and will always have good memories of watching this season.

Soundtrack:

I love the theme song and enjoy most of soundtrack because of its mystical feeling nature.

Characters:

(I will only be covering the rangers and villains for seasons that don't have any noteworthy or memorable side characters)

I think the rangers are mostly good. I enjoyed Cole and thought his story was a great one. I enjoyed Danny for his kind personality. I enjoyed Taylor for her growth from resenting Cole for being the leader to making peace with Cole being the leader. I enjoyed Alyssa for her caring and kind personality like Danny. I enjoyed Max for his funny personality and friendship with Danny. I think Merrick is the least good of all the rangers but that mostly comes from appearances being infrequent and his personality being forgettable but his story about redemption is my favorite thing about him. Overall, I love the rangers despite some their flaws.

(I couldn't find one that had all the Villains but if they were there it will be Jindrax and Toxica in good, Zen-Aku in good, Mandilok in ok, Nayzor in good, Artilla and Helicos in ok, Onikage in good, Juggelo in ok, and the Mut-Orgs in good.)

I enjoyed Master Org along with the rest of the Orgs for their concept but their execution varies with it overall being executed well. Master Org is probably my favorite character of this season because of his voice, his story, and how threatening he is. My issue with him is how he disappeared for a few episodes before returning because I almost forgot he was a thing before returning.

The other orgs I enjoyed for what they bring. I liked Jindrax and Toxica for their comedy and friendship, Zen-Aku for his design and his role in Merrick's story, Nayzor for how threatening he is, Onikage for his voice and ninja-like appearence, and the Mut-Orgs for tying into the last season by being a combination of Mutants and Orgs. I don't really have much to say about Juggelo, Mandilok, Artilla and Helicos but I thought they were all fine for the role they served.

I thought Prince Shayla and Kite were fine but I don't have much to say apart from that I didn't care about them.

Favorite Episodes:

Some of my favorite episodes include "Reinforcements From The Future" because of how cool it is and it was nice seeing the Time Force rangers. "Team Carnival" because of being a fun episode. "Taming of the Zords" for feature multiple Wildzords and generally being an enjoyable episode. "Forever Red" for many obvious reasons like having 10 red rangers onscreen at once is cool, enjoying the fight scenes, character interactions, etc. "Fishing For A Friend" for being an enjoyable plot important episode and showing one of the supporting villain's humanity. "The End Of The Power Rangers" for being a great finale to this season and showing how much our characters have grown since the begin of the season.

Designs:

I like the designs of the suits and think they are some of the best in Sentai and PR.

The Zords to me are overall great with some lacking but they still are able to show off how great they are.

The Megazords have to be some of my favorite from PR and Sentai with how varied they get and with each of the combinations not feeling redundant but some are ranked lower due to them being used very little.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, I think that Wild Force is an good season and think people shouldn't skip it if you are rewatching all of Power Rangers.

Overall Rating and Tier Ranking: 8/10

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