#wrat writes

[dirtywratsimz]

So here’s a question I have regarding Sims 4 poses and animations that I’m not exactly sure how to word, so bear with me:

With WW sex animations, the anims kind of like adjust themselves so the initiator and the other parties still have their respective heights taken into account even when using the height slider mod. So like, there’s no awkward kissing the air type of bullshit. What is preventing pose mods from utilizing the same… system or whatever?

[apricot-blossomss]

Hi, I am the anon who requested your last Apollo fic. Thank you! I enjoyed it so much and will re-read it multiple times in the near future. I love Apollo in your style, love his extremes; his tenter and carring side but also the wratful angry one as well. Also, thank you for writing for simple mortal reader who is nothing special just a human like us. Thank you!

Thank you so much, I'm so glad you liked it! I also find that this ambivalence is especially apparent in Apollo's myths and overall characterization, so it was really fun to write and I really liked your request!

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Bonjour, hola, and hello everyone! 

Tomorrow @carryonthroughtheages starts and I am *so* excited folks. Huge thanks to @bazzybelle for running this event, it got me to really focus on writing in a specfic time and place and I've relished the challenge. And the peeks we’ve been getting of the fics are delightful and I’m so eager to dig in! 

I’ll be posting my COTTA contributions tomorrow, and yes, I’m keen! Two fics will be incoming–first chapter of my shipwreck fic (Blood, Salt and Hummingbirds) and my WRATS follow-up (Fifty Names for a Cat). 

Today I’m sharing a snippet from the first chapter of Blood, Salt and Hummingbirds; just something to set the scene. The whole fic will be Simon's POV.

Things had only gotten worse when we’d picked up the creature. We were following the South American coast when the HMS Muntjac hailed us. They had a coffin on board, a solidly-built thing, and it needed to get back to England as quickly as possible. Said the thing inside would fetch a handsome price amongst the collectors in London. So much so our ship parted ways with the rest of the expedition. What was to be several more months of mapping the prevailing winds and currents of the Pacific became a journey south towards Cape Horn and from there, homeward bound. Then the storm hit.

Also, a new WIP idea has firmly taken up residence in my head--A Wartford-era fic based on this idea. Honestly lost my mind thinking about the implications and now trying to get control over what could end up a sprawling fic. I already have a notebook with several pages of notes and ideas.

Hello tags below the cut!

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[orthodoxydaily]

Saints&Reading: Wednesday, July 3, 2024

june 20 _july 3

THE PRIESTMARTYR METHODIUS, BISHOP OF PATARA (312)

The Hieromartyr Methodius, Bishop of Patara (Lycia in Asia Minor), was distinguished for his genuine monastic humility. Calmly and with mildness he instructed his flock, but he firmly defended the purity of Orthodoxy and he energetically contended against heresies, especially the widespread heresy of the Origenists. He left behind him a rich literary legacy: works in defense of Christianity against paganism, explications of Orthodox dogmas against the heresy of Origen, moral discourses, and explanations of Holy Scripture.

Saint Methodius was arrested by the pagans, steadfastly confessed before them his faith in Christ, and he was sentenced to death by beheading in the year 312.

Source: Orthodox Church in America_OCA

SAINT KALLISTOS I, PATRIARCH OF CONSTANTINOPLE Mt Athos (1313)

Saint Callistus I, Patriarch of Constantinople, at first struggled on Athos under the spiritual guidance of Saint Gregory of Sinai (August 8), whose Life he wrote. In 1350, he was elected as Patriarch of Constantinople, serving in that position during the reign of the emperors John Kantakuzenos (1341-1355) and John Paleologos (1341-1376).

In 1354, he withdrew to live in silence at the monastery he had built in honor of Saint Mamas at Tenedos. Later, he was elevated to the Patriarchal throne again (1355-1363). The holy Patriarch Callistus reposed in the year 1363 in Serbia, where he had travelled with an embassy of Emperor John Paleologos. Saint Callistus is also known as a spiritual writer, and his edifying works appear in the PHILOKALIA with the writings of his close friend Ignatius of Xanthopoulos.

ROMANS 4:13-25

13 For the promise that he would be the heir of the world was not to Abraham or to his seed through the law, but through the righteousness of faith. 14 For if those who are of the law are heirs, faith is made void and the promise made of no effect, 15 because the law brings about wrath; for where there is no law there is no transgression. 16 Therefore it is of faith that it might be according to grace, so that the promise might be sure to all the seed, not only to those who are of the law, but also to those who are of the faith of Abraham, who is the father of us all 17 (as it is written, "I have made you a father of many nations" ) in the presence of Him whom he believed-God, who gives life to the dead and calls those things which do not exist as though they did; 18 who, contrary to hope, in hope believed, so that he became the father of many nations, according to what was spoken, "So shall your descendants be." 19 And not being weak in faith, he did not consider his own body, already dead (since he was about a hundred years old), and the deadness of Sarah's womb. 20 He did not waver at the promise of God through unbelief, but was strengthened in faith, giving glory to God, 21 and being fully convinced that what He had promised He was also able to perform. 22 And therefore "it was accounted to him for righteousness." 23 Now it was not written for his sake alone that it was imputed to him, 24 but also for us. It shall be imputed to us who believe in Him who raised up Jesus our Lord from the dead, 25 who was delivered up because of our offenses, and was raised because of our justification.

Commentary of the Church Father:

John Chrysostom AD 407: The law works wrath and makes those who are under it liable for their transgressions, which is a curse, not a promise! … But when faith comes it brings grace with it, and so the promise takes effect. For where there is grace there is forgiveness, and where there is forgiveness there is no punishment. Once punishment is removed and righteousness takes hold from faith, there is no obstacle to our becoming heirs of the promise.

Ambrosiaster AD 400: "In order to show that no man can be justified before God by the law, nor can the promise be given through the law, Paul says that “the law brings wrath.” It was given in order to make transgressors guilty. But faith is the gift of God’s mercy, so that those who have been made guilty by the law may obtain forgiveness. Therefore faith brings joy. Paul does not speak against the law but gives priority to faith. It is not possible to be saved by the law, but we are saved by God’s grace through faith. Therefore the law itself is not wrath, but it brings wrath, i.e., punishment, to the sinner, for wrath is born from sin. For this reason Paul wants the law to be abandoned so that the sinner will take refuge in faith, which forgives sins, that he may be saved. Paul says that “where there is no law there is no transgression,” because once the guilty have been removed from the power of the law and given forgiveness, there is no transgression. For those who were sinners because they had transgressed the law are now justified. For the law of works has ceased, that is, the observance of sabbaths, new moons, circumcision, distinction of foods and the expiation by a dead animal or the blood of a weasel. Commentary on Paul’s Epistles."

MATTHEW 7: 21-23

21 Not everyone who says to Me, 'Lord, Lord,' shall enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of My Father in heaven. 22 Many will say to Me in that day, 'Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in Your name, cast out demons in Your name, and done many wonders in Your name?' 23 And then I will declare to them, 'I never knew you; depart from Me, you who practice lawlessness!'

[niche-pastiche]

sometimes after talkin to certain family, my accent comes out real big and i kinda get stuck there to the point where it’s affecting how I write* stuff and making my spelling worse. Having dyslexia don’t help. 

i just default to phonetic and hope spellcheck catches it and most of the time it does but without it my writing'd be a nightmare 

[collapsingstars-nova]

Do any other fic writers ever just start pacing out their slow burn plot like ... Fuck. I want ME to go faster and get to the good part already... 

[impishnature]

So, I've been writing for awhile but I've recently been working on my first fanfics. I love reading your stuff on AO3 and I was wondering if you can give me any advice. Either on a writing or on a how-to-best-use-the-site standpoint. I'm DarrowWyrlde on AO3. (Don't got no tumblr :( )

Ahh, I’m glad you enjoy what I write and that you’ll be writing fanfics soon

I think you’ve already started off strong in my opinion- the best advice in my opinion is just to write. The more you do it, the more it flows and you find what works best for you c: 

I know its not conclusive to getting things done and I’m sure I irritate some readers with starting new WIPs. But I’ve realised I do my best writing when I’m really motivated to write that scene/story. If I get the motivation for a new WIP I feel the need to go start it before the trail of thought goes cold. Not only that, but some days, you just need to write something. Whether it’s to get it off your chest or share it with everyone, and I don’t think that feeling should be ignored, really.

What else- there was something else. Oh! Don’t get discouraged! Sometimes you can write something you’re really proud of and it seems like there’s no/little response and it can be disheartening. Heck, I used to get nervous whenever I saw a message on here or a comment on AO3, fully expecting it to be a bad review. But I promise, there’ll be a day when you are floored by a response, and every comment will feel like a happy spark. (And that feeling never really goes away, its brilliant). And every like, every hit is good- someone out there saw it. Maybe they didn’t leave a message, but someone out there read it and that’s still amazing to me.

If you do need help with AO3 as a site though, do feel free to give me a shout as you go through, either here or a message on there if its easier. I think it’s set out quite well and once you get used to it, it all makes sense.

Honestly, actually, the best thing to do is to have fun with it. As long as you’re happy, doing what you’re doing, I think that’s what matters most. 

[fixing-bad-posts]

I haven't watched rop myself but I would absolutely like to hear your thoughts. Like, this is your cue to vent (if you wanna) :)

okay so i just got three asks about rings of power when i didn’t expect anyone to actually message me about this at all!!! as such, i’ll be giving my opinion in three parts with this being, part one: rings of power as a bad adaptation.

basically, the failure of rings of power is two-pronged: 1) it’s a bad adaptation, and 2) it’s a poor piece of writing. charitably, it’s a solid first-try for a pair of newbie showrunners who have never written a big project before. and following that, a bad adaptation is actually easier to forgive than a poorly written story—with a text so beloved, and without the proper rights to all the material (they only had access to the appendices of lotr), it was always going to be impossible to make a perfect text-to-screen translation. that said, it’s (imo) a pretty bad adaptation (although still not as bad as the artemis fowl movie lmao) for a few reasons: thematic interpretation, use of characters/characterization, justification of setting, and fidelity to canon lore.

on: themes—a good adaptation requires both an understanding and an appreciation of the source material, two things which rings of power lacks. in this promo article, the rop writers summarize tolkien’s works as about “friendship,” “brotherhood,” and, “underdogs overcoming great darkness,” and cannot imagine a tolkien story without hobbits. from this, it’s clear that they were first peter jackson movie fans, and then read all other book material as auxiliary support for what is inevitably peter jackson’s interpretation of tolkien’s writings on the third age. whether or not i agree with pj’s interpretation is irrelevant against the fact that the first and second ages of middle earth are stories with completely different themes than the third age. interpreting everything though the same thematic lens as the third age is a fundamentally flawed approach to telling a second age story.

the second age is permeated by arguably recent, memorable trauma from the war of wrath—the human characters are further removed via the mortal generations that have passed, but many of the elves were alive to see these events in (relatively) recent memory. this dissonance between elves and men regarding the events of the first age fuels some of the most interesting wider conflict throughout the second age (ex. the númenóreans being manipulated to become obsessed with/envious of elven immortality & the powers of the valar). furthermore, the world impact (i can’t say global impact because the world is not yet a globe) of the war of wrath fuels the setting (political reformation, social, cultural, and technical development). but rings of power ignores all of this because the showrunners don’t seem know what to do with any of it. they are trying to interpret second age events as if they have the same story elements/are painted in the same thematic palette as the events of the war of the ring. they relegate the events of the first age to ‘ancient history,’ instead of using its fallout as direct motivation for anyone except galadriel (more on this in the following section). the tension between elves and men is flattened into an allegory for contemporary immigration, which neither makes sense in-universe (there is a scene in which a group of men gather in the town square to protest the elves ‘stealing their jobs’ even though there is only one (1) elf on the island and she has not to date done any labor or craft associated with the people present), nor adapts the canon themes of anti-industrialization, anti-materialism, and fear of mortality.

on: character—whether the writers were/are incapable of doing their own analysis of the text, or their analysis is flawed, the result is that they struggle to write characters and conflicts who don’t fit into stock tropes. for example: galadriel—she’s the only elf who has any trauma about the war of wrath/the wars in beleriand, and this makes her seem like a poor communicator at best and paranoid/unreasonable at worst (she claims sauron is still at large but the writers never give the audience a reason to believe this, which implies that her crusade is fueled by dubiously exceptional trauma). this is especially egregious in a scene played opposite elrond where she tells him he can’t possibly understand her pain, and he just kind of lets this accusation stand despite the fact that he was functionally orphaned in a slaughter, and then adopted by two mass murderers before losing them too. but i digress.

on: canon lore—many creative decisions were ostensibly made to appeal to casual fans of the peter jackson movies. characters with recognizable names are given top billing in the storylines. galadriel. elrond. the pre-hobbits are given an entire section. meanwhile, key players of the second age like celebrimbor and gil-galad are made side characters in elrond plotline. why? because no one who has only seen the films recognizes their names, thus they wouldn’t be profitable to feature, and they wouldn’t sell a show. it’s only so transparent because the writers spend every episode contemplating how best to recreate memorable moments from the lord of the rings movies. galadriel is constantly shot with close ups on her eyes to mirror her film introduction in fellowship. shots of bronwyn (one of the rop original characters) at the elven outpost are framed, blocked, and even written in word-for-word monologue to recreate iconic éowyn-at-helms-deep scenes. various characters are constantly quoting the lord of the rings movies. the worst is when bronwyn practically quotes a section of sam’s iconic osgiliath speech to her frightened son, implying that sam’s speech is a collection of common idioms.

on a tangible level, the writers also fail at the monumental task of presenting a large map in a way that makes sense to people who don’t already know the world. they represent “the southlands,” as two villages, giving the sense that mordor as a whole is about fifteen kilometers wide. the timeline is fucked because they tried to condense it, while giving no clear indication of when anything is happening in relation to anything else, so it’s incredibly difficult to grasp the scope of any project or journey. for some reason they invented a fourth silmaril of dubious origin. they had elrond, raised by sons of fëanor, swear an oath only to break it in the following episode. they’ve made the choice to have all the elves speak quenya without acknowledging the history of sindarin vs. quenya and the politics of why certain elves speak it or don’t (i would love to see even one nod to thingol’s influence on elven language).

tl;dr—rings of power misreads, misunderstands, and miscommunicates the crucial themes of the second age. this leads to a complete misinterpretation of the pre-known movie characters they feature, as well as a sidelining of important book characters who aren’t movie-fan favourites. their attempt to properly explore a vast setting is clumsy, and the show invents lore out of a source material that already has arguably too much. 

(i have to go run some errands but i have more to say on rop as a poor piece of writing regardless of its status as a so-called adaptation. i’ll be back.)

[lordviridis]

Ask for Ty/Caitlin: 5 things about them

Thank you for asking and patience in waiting for this answer. I clearly can't write short headcanons anymore xD the one under the read more is nsfw.

The biggest challenge to their relationship was when Ty ascended to the throne after Vowrawn’s death. The stress from being the Emperor put more stress on their relationship than they expected. It’s taken many mistakes, lot of patience and forgiveness to settle into their new roles as the Emperor and Empress, keeping their relationship together, and their kids happy. Ty’s learned to tell her when he’s stressed, and Caitlin’s learned to support him even before he asks for help.

For two Sith who have an army of slaves at their beck and call, the two love spending time in the kitchen. Ty loves to cook and Caitlin to bake/make desserts. The first time Ty cooked for her, bringing this amazing meal with a towel thrown over his shoulder, Caitlin was very much in love. They still cook together when they want to relax, on occasion making a three course dinner because they feel like it.

Caitlin never saw herself as very maternal and the example she’d gotten about raising kids from home wasn’t very warm either. Ty is very much the opposite, he loves playing with the kids and thinks it’s important they spend time with the kids. So slowly Caitlin gets into the habit as well, from taking the kids to swimming since they are babies to reading bedtime stories, and baking with them. She still doesn’t understand how Ty has the energy to play with them on the floor for hours, but she has to admit it is very cute.

The longest running argument between Caitlin and Ty has been about the wrats they have. Caitlin would prefer having none, but when Ty and Khazur, their oldest child, came to her with puppy eyes, she gave in. And then several years later it was again Ty and their twin girls with the puppy eyes for another wrat because Khazur didn’t want to share his wrat. Caitlin is not looking forward to rest of their kids growing up and wanting one of their own.

These days Ty and Caitlin have a very kinky sex life, even if it took years to get there. Caitlin used to be active in the Dromund Kaas BDSM scene before starting a relationship with Ty. She felt she could go back to vanilla sex for the right guy, and it did work for a long time. Then Ty realised she liked spanking, and they ran into someone from her former Dungeon. Turns out Ty was kinkier than he thought, but he had lot of catching up and learning to do to get to the level Caitlin was used to. She loves him all the more for being willing to come on this journey with her.

[dirtywratsimz]

I really want to start streaming to make some extra spending money on the side. I want to stream the sims so badly. ;-;

[lulu2992]

For that matter he has the whole “wrath not rat” thing why did he start in the middle of the word?

Either because he didn’t and the subtitles were supposed to say “wrat” or because he wanted the tattoo to be centered so he started with the middle letter. I do the same thing and write the A first when I draw my Deputy’s tattoo, actually!

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Hello everyone, I hope the week is going well so far! Last week was a-buzz for me, with all sorts going on, but it finished with a peaceful birthday (a huge thank you everyone who reached out on the day and before <3). I was gifted Fangirl (finally gonna read it), and two beautiful notebooks.

I’m still finalising WRATS (@cutestkilla and @bookish-bogwitch have been absolute stars at helping me wrangle the end into shape, and I’m so grateful to them!), and I have a few projects in the pipeline. But today I want to share a newish, long collaboration with the wonderful @erzbethluna.

In short, I proposed that we collab, with me writing something based on ideas she’d like to draw. Well, she had the perfect story idea. Subsequent discussions have spawned a multi-chapter plot outline with at least one illustration planned per chapter. I’ve never built a story with another person before, but sharing the creation process and bouncing ideas off one another has been amazing! It’s a post-canon fic where the main theme is Simon and Baz getting to know themselves and each other better. It will feature soft moments, laughter, a road trip and a sprinkling of action.

In fact, some of said action can be seen in this draft Eli has done for chapter one! She sketched this super-quickly; she honestly astonishes me with how quickly she call pull together such dynamic visuals. I'm so eager to write this scene.

We don’t have a release date yet, but hopefully this summer. I’m very excited to properly get started!

Hellos and tags below the cut! And anyone out there who wants to join in, please do! Though I’ve been a bit absentee this past week, I genuinely love seeing what others in the fandom are working on.

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[fluffynexu]

Astralignment

and the Korribani Calendar System

Before the arrival of the Exiles the native Sith on Korriban had their own system of keeping track of time. Over the years, this became standardized and refined and is still in use by a large portion of the modern Pureblood community. Since the ancient Sith were observant beings of their world, many of the names and symbols reflected their natural environment. All of these aspects go into what is known as a Sith’s astralignment (astro-alignment).

Since the Empire runs on Imperial Standard Time (IST), anything relating to Korriban or any other Imperial world is referred by the local time of that planet.

Compare a year on  Dromund Kaas to Korriban:

Dromund Kaas (everything in standard)

24 hours/day

312 days/year

7,488 hours/year

60 minutes = 1 hour

24 hours = 1 day

5 days = 1 week

7 weeks = 1 month

35 days = 1 month

8 months (+4 weeks and 4 holidays) = 1 year

312 (standard)days = 1 year

Korriban

28 (standard) hours/day

780 (local) days/year

21,840 (standard) hours/year

70 (standard and local) minutes = 1 hour

24 (local) hours = 1 day

10 (local) days = 1 week

6.5 (local) weeks = 1 month

65 (local) days = 1 month

12 (local) months = 1 year

780 (local) days = 1 year

This roughly makes 1 Korribani year approximately 2.9 [Dromund] Kaasi years.

Calendars

The days on Korriban are annotated on some versions of the Imperial calendar alongside the standard days.

In this example, names of the days on the calendar reflect the IST. The black numbers indicate the date in IST, the red numbers represent the date of the Korribani calendar. Placement of the Korribani date indicate when that day begins in relation to the Kaasi one.

A. 00:00 is the same for both. B. 00:00 K starts at 04:00 DK. C. 00:00 K starts at 08:00 DK. D. 00:00 K starts at 12:00 DK. E. 00:00 K starts at 16:00 DK. F. 00:00 K starts at 20:00 DK. G. Loops back around and 00:00 K lines up 00:00 DK .

While seemingly complicated to some, most Sith have grown with this system of overlapping calendars and can easily tell the date by the positioning of the numbers in this format. 

There are of course, electronic versions where the date is shown simply:

Since the Korribani month is longer than the Kaasi one, the dates will continue through the Kaasi months. These next two pictures show how long 1 Korribani month is in relation to a Kaasi one.

There is also a version of the Korribani calendar that does not overlap with IST. These are used locally on the planet.

The days of the Korribani week were named after major gods from the most widespread pantheon on the planet:

Ahmuriq, from Ahmurn: the creator god.

Marseriq, from Marserha: mother goddess of the Sith.

Bashariq, from Bashara: goddess of passion.

Teraiq, from Teral: god of protection and justice.

Iskarliq, from Iskarln: god(dess) of conflict and war.

Marduriq, from Mardur: patron god of the Massassi and strength.

Rusaniq, from Rusanel: goddess of knowledge.

Zefiriq, from Zefir: goddess of the hunt.

Shumariq, from Shumari: god of the harvest.

Goruiq, from Gorul: the trickster god(dess).

Months

There are numerous constellations in the Korribani sky. Twelves of these mark the months of the year as well as going into the astalignment. The 12 major, monthly constellations all depict local fauna from ancient fables and have certain characteristics that are commonly associated with them.

1. Yuninchâtsutuyok, the jiminat and agzonûboj engaged in eternal conflict. Dedicated, ambitious, and insightful.

2. Qyalatuyok, the qyalak. Calm, sentimental, and inquisitive.

3. Badzuriqatuyok, the badzuriqash. Tenacious, practical, and direct.

4. Kaarjontuyok, the kaarjontû. Spontaneous, contemplative, and observant.

5. Tukatatuyok, the tukata. Loyal, respectful, and staunch.

6. Hatyatuyok, the hatya. Articulate, perceptive, and adaptable.

7. Lomaituyok, the lomait. Disciplined, fearless, and competitive.

8. Dzushatuyok, the dzushaj. Private, calculating, and flexible.

9. Mowhetuyok, the mowhef. Stern, traditional, and ruthless.

10. Dyaltituyok, the dyaltir. Mischievous, studious, and charismatic.

11. Jhan’dikanatuyok, the lost dikana. Creative, sociable, and resourceful.

12. Niqoituyok, the niqoit. Erudite, cunning, and free-spirited.

Years

The years are also represented by local animals. No one, not even Sith scholars or historians, are sure of the origin of how these animals came to represent the years on Korriban’s calendar. It is one of the many parts of Sith culture that have been lost since it is believed this particular record has been passed down through oral tellings.

The years are kept track of in a 6-year cycle with each year emphasizing a likely success for the ones born in that year.

Chiroik - Wealth

Wokinai - Knowledge

Natûsh - Fame

Dzenal - Influence

Litskoj - Power

Sulemish - Longevity

(ie. Those born in the year of the Sulemish will have a long life.) This again factors into a Sith’s astralignment.

In addition to the years, these 6 animals are also used for the hours on Korriban. But time is not conveyed in the same manner as Basic. While in Basic one would simply say “14:25” (or two twenty-five in the afternoon) the Sith have a much more involved way to convey time.

For example: Shyracks screech and return to their caves as the priestess prepares the altar in the hour of the wokinai.

Translates to: 07:15 local time (or seven fifteen in the morning).

As a side note, a few centuries ago Darth Feras domesticated and bred wrats within the Empire. At first they weren’t seen with much interest by her peers. But popular rumor has it that she pointed out her creations embody the physical traits of the yearly beasts.

Eyes - Chiroik

Ears - Wokinai

Body - Natûsh

Hands - Dzenal

Feet - Litskoj

Tail - Sulemish

Afterwards they quickly became a favored pet and companion among the Sith, being seen as an auspicious animal.

While not related to their calendar there is a tradition of being assigned a birth flower. For this, the Sith do not look to their skies but rather, when a child is born the placenta is buried in a pot with 12 seeds. The first of these seeds to sprout becomes that Sith’s birth flower. These 12 flowers are also used in medicine, therapeutic or preventive, for some common ailments.

Serla for headaches.

Roshal for good eyesight.

Nashkir for sore throats.

Atsudqâ for heart health.

Hyaranjat for good digestion.

Mûyoin for muscle pain.

Shasâyar for fertility.

Jûzon for blood circulation.

Ashanin for bone mending.

Qoyo for fevers.

Chisiqsanu for irritated ridge skin.

Kûsk’inti for fatigue and replenishing energy.

The last two parts that go into a Sith’s astalignment are their energies. The weekly energies correspond with 4 classic “elements” of earth, fire, air, and water. While the daily energy simply refers to day or night (d/n) in regards to when the person was born.

Combined with all aspects mentioned in this document, year, month, weekly energy, day (+energy), and flower, one can study a Sith’s astalignment.  ex. Darth Vowrawn’s astalignment factors:

The study of these astralignments is a complicated field on to its own while the findings can be very important to some among the Sith. There are specialized scholars who offer their services to the old families so that the “perfect matches” (marriage, business, or otherwise) can be set up.

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aaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S DONE. i feel like frodo at mt. doom after the ring is destroyed omg... ;-;

SOOOO. i wanted, and i mean REALLY wanted, to finish this for lunar new year (for pretty obvious reasons lol)...... :,) welp. then i was like “i can do may 4″ lol NOPE. but here we are! still technically sith day? whatever. imma say I Did It. :D

also pls don’t laugh at my stupid drawings. i already know i can’t art. ok??? >,<

special thanks to @snootysith​ for giving me a bunch of sithy names and words for me to use. c: like y’all... coming up with fake words, that look and sound ok is really HARD (for my dumbass anyway)

other worldbuilding posts that are... sorta mentioned/used in this:

@inquisitorhotpants​‘s dk calendar

BOOS! x3

and some other stuff ....

but uh, yea. if you’re wondering “hang on there fluffy... did you really make a big, dumbass zodiac/astrology post??” the answer is...

yes.

yes i did... xU

but also i imagine the ancient sith had a lot of special and important dates for you know... religious things? *shrug* and over the many, many years all of this was passed down and prob altered in some way to fit into modern sith society? idk...

now imma say some things here bc i know For A Fact!!! that ppl don’t go onto original posts to read op tags on this hellsite lol.

and this isn’t me trying to sound like an arrogant asshole... but these are for some common questions that’ll undoubtedly come up:

yes, you can use this in any extent or manner.

no, you obvs don’t have to. ignore it if you want. i’ll be ok lol.

no, i’m not gonna write a long ass book with all the little details on every aspect of all the traits and then assign these things for your character(s). just make something up. that’s what i did here xD (plus my brain is d e a d from this)

yes, this is seen as a mostly(!) tomato pureblood sith thing but obvs attitudes are different between individuals. some are super into it, some could careless and think it’s all fake news, some have parents that care too much about it which is annoying and interfering with their life so they lowkey hate it lol.

no, i couldn’t do a read more bc it wouldn’t look as nice and i worked hard ok? ;-; i apologize for clogged dashes in advance.

i think that’s it? ofc feel free to hmu if you’re ok with a reply that can take anywhere from a few min to 3 business days ^-^;

[lilwritingraven]

I read that post that theorized what John said to Nick, questioning if he had threatened the deputy because he turned Nick to look at them, (I swear I searched for like an hour for that post and I couldn’t find it ;-;)

But anyways, I got some inspiration to write a one shot from that! Featuring my OC Audry Rook, because her and Nick have the best relationship in my mind.

This is an AU to the events in my story, Searching for Hope, set in the scene from The Atonement. One shot under the cut!

         Nick felt he was going to be sick.

After being taken from his home, forced into the church in Fall’s End, then having GREED tattooed onto his chest, he wasn’t sure it could get any worse.

Then he watched as Audry came rushing in the doors to save them, only to get knocked out by one of the peggies rifles. He struggled harder at that point.

It was no use, however. The three, now four, of them were outnumbered. And John Seed always got his way.

So Nick watched as the sweet girl who loved too much was straddled, still unconscious, by that disgusting man and marked. He could tell by the rapid rising and falling of John’s chest that he was enjoying this more than he should have.

“Hey, get off of her dammit!” He yelled again, trying hard to elbow one of the men holding his arms.

Audry stirred, looking blearily up at John. Her gasp was loud enough to echo in the church, and she grasped John’s shoulder tightly. “Hold still. It’s supposed to say WRATH, not WRAT.”

She slumped back against the floor without a fight, John continuing his monologue above her. Nick’s heart wrenched at Audry’s whimpers of pain. When he finished, he stepped back, arms outstretched like an actor on a stage. The two peggies surrounding them hauled Audry to her feet, trailing her down the aisle.

Like some sort of twisted wedding, Nick thought. As they neared the front of the chapel, he was turned to face Pastor Jerome. Mary May stood to the side, quiet since they had arrived.

“I thought a friendly face might make your atonement easier.” John couldn’t take his eyes off Audry. Nick wanted nothing more than to beat his face in. “Our devoted… We are gathered here to bear witness…”

Jerome stared at Nick, defiance flaring in his eyes. John heaved a sigh, and the peggy beside him struck Jerome. Mary May pounced forward, shouting obscenities at John. Nick winced as the man struck her too. Audry stayed silent.

Laughing, John said, “Let’s try that again.” This time Jerome obeyed, copying the words John spoke.

“I ain’t ever giving into that psychopath,” Nick interrupted.

John’s eyes narrowed, stepping around Jerome to stand in front of Nick. “And there it is. GREED. Always thinking of yourself-“

Nick spit in his face. He would be lying if the look of horror didn’t light a blazing fire of triumph in him. John stared at him, contemplating, before placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning in close to his ear.

“Oh dear Nick,” he whispered. “It would be such a shame if something were to happen to our dear deputy over there.” Nick stiffened. “Just look how soft, how fragile she is. One word from me and I could ruin her.” As he stepped back, all fight left Nick’s body. He refused to look at her, instead staring over John’s shoulder at the Pastor.

It proved to be useless. John forced his head to turn, to stare at the petite, honey eyed girl. Her attention was focused solely on him, unshed tears threatening to spill over at any moment. Hand clenching at the tattered bits of her shirt. She’s too sweet for this war.

“Nick?” John pressed, fingers clenching against his skin.

“Yes. Yes, I will atone.”

[frostedsims]

FALL INTO WONDERLAND LEGACY

have you been looking for a new berry challenge? or do you just really, really like alice in wonderland? boy, do i got the challenge for you! 

the fall into wonderland legacy was originally created by @unicorns-tea-party-archive​ and is absolutely amazing! i wanted to adapt a few things for my personal gameplay, and thought i would release the edits in case anyone else wanted to play! alice’s original challenge can be found HERE and i encourage you to check it out! 

here’s the first gen, then the rest under the cut (or message me for the doc link!)

Gen. 1 - Alice You never really fit in at home. You wanted adventure, you wanted to collect everything you saw, but your family wanted you to forget all of your silly dreams and follow the path that they had set out for you. One day, while avoiding responsibility, you see a peculiar sight… A white rabbit! Or, a person with pure white coloring? You follow them and fall down a rabbit hole in the process. Once you’re in the strange, strange world, you’re forced to adapt— and excited to have finally found one great adventure. You meet so many strange people— berries! — and meet a berry that’s just a bit absurd but understands your desire to explore the world. 

Founder should be vanilla and from a vanilla world. Of course, Alice can develop berry qualities from falling down the rabbit hole! 

Name begins with an A, and preferably doesn’t sound berry. We want them to stand out a bit! 

Trait: Childish

Aspiration: The Curator

Must explore Wonderland & visit at least three different types of lots. 

Attend three of the Mad Hatter’s parties before you can marry them.

Heir must pass for a berry. Have as many kids as that takes!

Gen. 2 - Mad Hatter (Blue/Aqua) One of your parents is from another world, but you never really seemed to bond with them. You feel more attached to your berry parent, and you want to follow in their footsteps in every way that you can. You’re just a bit unhinged, and you found friends that seem to connect with that. A lot of people are bothered by your mixed heritage, but you don’t care what anyone thinks! You’re just here to have a good time. You’ve studied everything you can to have a good time, and you marry one of your friends after the world’s most legendary party.

Aspiration: Party Animal

Trait: Erratic

Max the mixology skill. 

Have a better relationship with your berry parent.

Each outfit must have a hat! 

Marry the March Hare, one of your childhood friends, after a wild night out! 

Have more than two kids, exact number is up to player. 

Gen. 3 - March Hare (Orange) To you, everything is a joke. You grew up in a big family, and you’ve always used comedy to break out of the mold. Your parents are a bit exhausted with your jokes, but your siblings love it. You stay close with them even as you all grow older, and you know you can tell them anything. Just like your parents, they love throwing parties, and it’s at one of these parties that you meet the most interesting person. When you meet them again, they’re far more reserved, but you’ve made up your mind. In their house, where they’re comfortable, they light up the room. Slowly, you fall in love, and after a while, you get married, you have a kid, and you never stop telling jokes. 

Aspiration: Joke Star

Trait: Goofball

Must maintain a ‘Good Friends’ relationship with your siblings throughout your life. If you have a mod to enable multiple best friends, they must stay at ‘Best Friends’ level!

Max the Comedy skill

Meet the Dormouse at a party that your siblings throw! Then, when you meet them again, they seem a lot more reserved and shy. You can only romance them in private and show affection indoors. Spouse should have the ‘unflirty’ trait. 

Have only one child. 

Gen. 4 - Dormouse (Peach) You grew up with a silver spoon in your mouth. Your adorable parents (sickly sweet with your love), gave you absolutely anything that you wanted. As a child, you were a musical prodigy, and you had big dreams and big plans. But something changed. You give up music, and you prefer to just laze around the house all day. You spend your days napping wherever you can, and on one fateful day, you’re poked awake by someone who’s tired of your lazing. You manage to charm them a bit, and after a short-winded week wind up with a child. You never hear from them again.

Trait: Lazy

Max Violin skill or Piano skill before reaching Young Adult.

Use Odd Jobs as your only way of making money. 

Stay in your parents’ house your whole life.

Take lots of naps in parks, or at parties. Be woken up by a snobbish berry (Purple) for napping in a bad place. 

Slowly win them over with your charm and have a short but passionate affair that results in a child. A messy break up leaves you with the kid, and you don’t hear from that berry again. 

Gen. 5 - Cheshire Cat (Purple) You grew up in your grandparents’ house, and figured out pretty early on that you were an accident. As a child, you acted out a lot. You pulled pranks on anyone who passed, but until you were a teen, your family only saw the perfect side of you. When you become a teen, you start lashing out at everyone around you. After annoying nearly everyone around you, it seems that you’ll be on your own forever. Almost miraculously, you meet one person who doesn’t even react when you pull pranks. They see the hurt child underneath, and just being around them seems to calm you. You don’t fully change, of course, and still manage to pull a few pranks at your wedding.  

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief

Max Mischief & Charisma

Your mischevious acts cause negative relationships with most people you meet, but when you’re younger, you don’t bring it home. 

As a teen, you lash out. Have a negative relationship with your parent.

When you’re a young adult, you meet a berry (aqua) who isn’t fazed by your antics. You slowly calm down from your wild ways, but you do pull a few pranks at your wedding.

Have as many children as you’d like! 

Gen. 6 - Caterpillar (Turquoise) You’re well-educated in many things, and you like people to know that. From a young age, you prided yourself on the things you knew and the things that others did not. You prefer the finer things in life, and the finer people... And you like to hang around a bubble machine most of all. You go through a transformation in your life that changes you almost entirely. For better or for worse, you like what you’ve become.

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Trait: Snob

At some point, you go through a transformation that turns you into a different person, for better or for worse. 

Spend lots of time at a bubble bar or using the bubble blower. 

Max Logic skill

Meet your spouse (yellow) at the bubble bar, and then their twin a few days later. Accidentally romance both without realizing they’re two people, and marry the one you have a better relationship with in the future. 

Have children until you have multiples.

Gen. 7 - Tweedledee & Tweedledum (Yellow) Being a twin is your favorite thing in the world. You have a built in best friend, someone who you know you can rely on. You go through life attached at the hip, merrily making mischief. Your sibling is more of the creative type, but you help them out by writing their songs and silly rhymes. When they hit it big, you stay by their side. You end up having to protect them from a lot of the crueler critics. There’s one person who’s green with envy over your twin, and after a lot of time shouting at each other, you somehow end up at dinner with them. 

Aspiration: Friend of the World 

Max singing skill

Publish three poems

Be best friends with your twin for your entire life. Visit with them every few days, or even keep them in the same household! 

Be enemies with a berry (green) and wind up on a dinner date. Somehow, it’s enjoyable, but neither of you are willing to admit that. After running into each other a few more times, you slowly begin to grow romantic feelings. 

Gen. 8 - Jabberwock (Green) You don’t really know how your parents ended up together— they’re polar opposites. One’s all sweet and fluffy, and the other… Is exactly how you want to be. You seem to have inherited their ruthlessness, and you very quickly take to the criminal underground. You like the more dangerous parts of life: spice, crime, violence. You marry someone who understands that just as well, and you have children that you hope will carry on the family legacy. 

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Max criminal branch

Marry a coworker (red). 

Max the spicy food skill. 

Gen. 9 - Queen of Hearts (Red) Both of your parents expect you to follow in their footsteps along a path of crime, but it doesn’t really fascinate you. You’re more interested in using romance to get what you want, and then breaking their hearts to little pieces. Your parents get tired at around the sixth partner and threaten to disown you if you don’t settle down. You find the meekest person you can to settle down with to get them off your back. 

Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Trait: Hot-headed

Have at least two negative character values from growing up. 

Must have a messy breakup each time the romance is done with. 

Marry a skittish berry (white) when your mob parent threatens to cut off your head. Which sucks because, hey, that’s your thing.

Gen. 10 - The White Rabbit (White) You grew up under the watchful eye of your grandparents and living parent, always terrified to make the wrong move. You have your head in the clouds which makes you late to almost everything. You spend as much time as possible outside the house, away from watchful eyes. It’s on a late afternoon hiding that you meet a new friend. You sneak out as much as you can to see them, and slowly start saving up money so that you can both run away. 

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

Trait: Vegetarian or Paranoid

You never break the rules because you’re scared of your grandparents. One of your parents died when you were young.

Arrive late to most events you attend

Meet spouse (white) when hiding out from your parent’s wrath as a teen. Exchange promise rings and marry young

BOOM THE END.

[sithhoplite]

Isolation

Lak retreats to her Grandfathers cabin for a month of solitude to try and put her life back together after almost dying from poison. 

Warnings: brief mention of suicide thoughts on Laks part

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The thing that Lak noticed first when she opened the door to the hunting cabin was the silence. Only her footsteps and the thud of her bag hitting the floor made a sound. No children running around, no one planning the hunt, no grumbling by her father, just silence. The silence was good, she needed silence to fully concentrate on healing and putting her life back together. 

Climbing the stairs she stopped for a moment and looked around, she knew she would either come out of the cabin on her way to healing or not come out at all. Trailing her hand up the railing she finished climbing and made her way to the guest room she and her husband usually stayed in. Throwing her bag on the bed she unpacked and tidied up before going back down stairs.

There were no slaves to tend to her every need and she was fine with that, she didn’t need them nor want them here. Bring three loads of firewood in, she knelt down. Quickly after flames began to engulf the kindling and logs soon after. How many nights in front of this very fireplace had she and Andriy fell asleep, cuddled, listened to stories told by Grandpa of battles and hunts gone by. She missed her husband but this was a journey she had to take by herself.  

Sinking into meditation she felt the world around her, the dark side in everything, the hunger from the animals, the last gasps of animals being killed by predators, the wood burning, all of it. Slowly the memories began to surface, the memories of jumping in front of the attacker that was going after her mother, the piercing of the blade and momentarily burning from the wound. Then the satisfaction of killing the assassin. Those were memories that did not bother her, memories she had dealt with. The next set were the ones that had all but broken her. The pain ripping through her body, her father cradling her in his arms trying to keep her and himself calm,the realization that she was going to die as her breathing became ragged. 

Forcing herself to relive the memory she continued but for a moment had to refocus. Excruciating pain as the anecdote worked its way through her system and finally passing out. It had taken her well over two months to physically recover, two months of being confined to bed, then a desk while her skills went unpracticed. The fear of her sons and husband that she might still take a turn for the worse but thankfully she never did, physically. This was the closest to death she had come since fracturing her head over two decades ago. That event she never remembered, this one she did and it was vivid. 

It had broken her emotionally and psychologically but she refused to see that, to admit that. It wasn’t until she broke down at her parents, sobbing in her mother’s arms that she knew things were bad. As she told Andriy before she left, denial is a hell of a thing. When they got home she knew she needed help, knew she needed to confront this and pretty much all the other trauma now or it would end up with her dead by her own hand. The next day she had asked her Grandfather if she could stay at the hunting cabin and he said yes. Here she was, alone knowing she was either going to confront her demons and return to her family on the mend or she wouldn’t return at all.

Her eyes glowed red as she came out of her meditation. Her holo chimed and she knew who it was, her therapist. Picking it up she set it down in front of her and answered it. She hated these sessions, hated having to talk to someone about her trauma but she also knew it was for the best. The sessions were at least two hours apiece and they had agreed to two sessions a day for the next few months. 

Drained was the only word she could use to describe how she felt after talking to her therapist, totally and utterly drained. Going back upstairs she climbed into bed for a nap and to recharge for yet another session and to make some food. Waking from her nap Lak walked outside and felt the crisp air that was signalling winter was on its way. It was nice during the day but the wind cut through a person and once the sun went down the temperature dropped and dropped fast. 

At nights it was lonely, she missed having Andriy next to her keeping her warm, cuddling up and waking up next to. Composing a quick message to him she climbed under the covers and fell asleep. It was fitful but still more restful than the previous weeks.  

It had been a productive two weeks for her, as much as she hated the sessions with her therapist they had made headway through some of her past issues. She realized that in some ways she did need to let go of her past, there was nothing to be done with how Gravus had treated her. Holding onto that anger had done her no good and she knew it. Learning that she was never going to truly please her parents and had let them manipulate her far too often was hard to swallow. Small things that lead to bigger things which lead to healing. 

“Good morning my Lord, I want to talk about your family and parents in particular.”

“Must I?” she asked irritation coloring her voice

“Yes, it is important before you go back to deal with this. You have mentioned more than once that you feel that they play a big role in some of your anger and self esteem.”

“I am grateful for them adopting me and everything they have done, the opportunities I had but it seems nothing I do makes them proud of me. It took me almost dying in dad’s arms to get him to say he loved me. I feel that I will never get their approval, especially from dad.”

“How hard have you tried to gain their approval, especially your father?” he asked, still taking notes down not letting her ignore her feelings. He had seen her make progress, regress and progress again.  

“Very hard, I tried to do everything to earn it and let them manipulate me trying to get approval. They won’t listen to me about anything regarding slavery. I tried to get equal stipends for freed humans and Purebloods and dad just blew me off. The only time I really get anything from him is when I mess up or stand up to him. It is draining.”

“You have said previously your father has brought up your time as a slave.”

“Yes, he throws that in my face when we really get into arguments. The most painful thing he has said to me was that his boots cost more than I would have in the open market. That-” closing her eyes and centering herself “ That hurt a lot.  My own father saying that knowing that it would cut deep. It tore me up more than I was willing to admit at the time. Then he does things like holding me tight when I was poisoned. I love dad but not knowing how he is going to react, will he throw my time as a slave back in my face.”

“How does that make you feel when he does that?”

“Wears on me and makes me exhausted emotionally.”

“I want you to think about that for the night and we will talk about how it affects you tomorrow. Make sure you don’t brood over it tonight but just think about it. Write feelings down if you need to.”

The holo blinked out with Lak just sitting there. Tears began running down her face as she let the emotions flow through her instead of keeping them bottled up. The next few sessions they talked about her parents and how she needed to stop letting them manipulate her. She needed to recognize when they did it and say no. Her mental health would be much better if she kept some distance and concentrated on her family and her career instead of trying to gain their approval. 

Going on her daily walk Lak took in the scenery which gave her a sense of calm and ability to refocus. The crisp air stung her face but she welcomed it. Musing about what her therapist said that morning always bounced around in her head and how she would go into the next session. The leaves had begun to turn and she admired its beauty. The greens turning to reds and yellows dotting the hills was pleasing on her eye, pulling out her holo cam she took a few pictures. 

Her time was coming to an end and she packed her things. Walking to the shuttle pad she wasn’t sure how she would react to seeing her parents again but she was looking forward to seeing Andriy and her boys. As the shuttle rose in the sky and the cabin became smaller and smaller, watching it vanish as the shuttle entered the atmosphere she knew this self imposed exile had been good for her. Some issues she had worked out and let go, others she made headway and didn’t just see darkness in front of her. Lak was finally on the mend.

Erland took her jacket along with her husband and boys as they ran to see Grandpa and Grandma. Andriy squeezed her hand letting her know he was there for her. Walking into the dining room she would have normally given her father a hug but did not this time. Greeting them as mother and father, far more formal that she usually did caught them off guard. Sitting down at the table she was quiet and reserved. Her sons telling them how happy they were to have mom back and all the fun they had since her return. She had not contacted them since she arrived back on Dromund Kaas nor had any desire to do so. 

Two Weeks Later

Her sister asked how she was doing and she told her well, she learned a lot while away and decided to change things up in her life including family. She was glad to be back, she missed her boys and Andriy. Everyone around the table could see the change in her and that change was unexpected, her formality with her parents and reserved attitude, at least at family supper, was new. 

Your parents are caught off guard by your change towards them

And, they will realize I am not a pawn like I was.

Wishing them a good night she and her family left to return home and watch the newest Wrats movie. 

I’m not saying anything is wrong with the change love just noticing them a little taken aback by it

Good

Upon her return she had made a concerted effort to spend more time with her family, going on regular date nights with Andriy and spending weekends with the children and watching so much wrats. She only came to the family house for weekend dinners as was expected but stayed distant and semi-formal with her parents, while at the same time cutting up and joking with her siblings. The contrast could not be more stark. 

Sitting back in her home office chair she clicked off the holo ending another session with her therapist. They had gone to meeting once a week as she had improved and gotten better at dealing with stress, plots and everyday life as a Sith. Her goals now were crystal clear to her, obtain the rank of Darth, finish her dueling treatise and secure a prestigious appointment at the head of the Advanced Warfare Academy or Commandant of the Sith Academy on Korriban. She did realize that the Advanced Warfare school was a likeier option but a Sith could dream. 

Finally finding her footing again Lak put her head down and was more serious at work then she had been. In six months upon her return she had been promoted to second in command of the warfare academy. Weekend dinners were the usual because it was expected so she attended, not for her but for her boys. 

Dimtiri was growing in the Force with each year and would be a powerful Sith, more powerful than her and she knew it. Seeing him excel in his exercises with the Force made her proud, no conditions were added to give him praise. Peytor was so much like her in his skills, gifted with a lightsaber and tactical mind. He would sit with her and ask her questions about battles and also ask Grandpa when they were at the cabin. He was going to be a Sith who fought in battle for the Empire and it brought her a mixture of pride and anxiety. She knew what that type of career would do to him and she didn’t want either. Sergiy was harder to pin down, he was good with a lightsaber and yet equally good with the Force. He did enjoy digging in the dirt and history so perhaps he would find his way into Ancient Knowledge. 

Laying in bed curled up next to Andriy she wrapped her around his waist thinking. “What’s on your mind love, I can tell you are thinking or brooding. Talk to me.”

“Nothing groundbreaking really, been debating on whether to tell mom and dad why I have changed towards them or just leave it. I already know what you would suggest so no comments from the peanut gallery.” Wrapping her leg over his and feeling his arm pull her closer she continued.” I get why they are confused as I am the same with you and my siblings yet totally different with them. You told me mom asked you if you had heard from me while I was gone, right?”

“She sure did, she must have believed me since she didn’t go find you.”

“That would have not gone well for them at all. Then again I doubt dad would take precious time off work to go with mom if she had left. Anyways I digress. I don’t know, they don’t really deserve an explanation yet I want to so they know not to try and treat me like they used to do.”

Leaning down and kissing her head he smiled, “You know you have my support no matter what you decide. I know this isn’t an easy decision for you but I am proud that you have stayed the course and not gone back to the way you were with them. The boys and myself have enjoyed having you home more often.” turning to look at her in the beautiful red eyes she had, eyes he got lost in far too often, “ you are the love of my life. No matter what has happened I have and always will be by your side. I may not always agree with some of your decisions but I will back yours when it comes to this one.”

“I shall think on it more, however I would enjoy being preoccupied in other ways that involve less clothing and you in me.” 

Rolling her under him he growled, his eyes flashing, “That I can do because you are mine and only mine.” Claiming her mouth with a hard kiss she melted under him and his passion. 

As the sunlight began coming through the window he pulled her flush against her as she slept, both exhausted from a long night of passion and desire. Kissing her shoulder he closed his eyes aware of only her in his arms and the feeling of her body against his. He loved her more than anything other than their children and seeing her sleep peacefully, finally finding balance made him happier than she knew. Tough times were still ahead for them, he knew as much for this moment the love he felt from her as she slept was one he enjoyed.