#Angular integration

[dye-it-rouge-et-noir]

艾AA!

[kokoasci]

im asking here bc i feel like people here maybe have more experience with this. does anyone know where i could set up a personal blog? i considered tumblr but id like this to be more of a personal experiment rather than tied to a social media site. i dont want to have to pay for a custom domain and dont have enough frontend experience to build something from scratch though,, ;__;

no worries if not, just wanted to ask if anyone has done this! <3

[techbreeze-it-solutions]

Real-Time Data Sync with Mosquitto MQTT in Angular

Discover how to achieve Real-Time Data Sync with Mosquitto MQTT in Angular. Our latest blog guides you through integrating Angular with Mosquitto MQTT to create dynamic, real-time data dashboards. Perfect for IoT projects and interactive web applications!

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[Scenario/Drabble] Falling into you

How the LADS men would first show obvious interest in you, but make it happen in an ancient chinese historical!AU. AKA them looking gorgeous in silken robes (Part 1)

Genre: fluff, historical!AU; TW: mild suggestiveness

SYLUS - a powerful lord in secluded mountains, both feared and envied for his rule over mountain passes between countries.

The mountain fortress’s halls are lined with treasures from distant lands- jade carvings, swords with serpentine hilts. Yet Sylus’s attention lingers on you, the emissary sent to negotiate with him.

On your third visit, a servant delivers a lacquered box to your quarters.

Twice, he had turned you away after negotiations reached an impasse.

In those visits, you saw contrast. To the world, he is fearsome and ruthless, but to you- he has always been cordial, intelligent- an enigmatic character that has you lying awake for more reasons than political negotiations.

Twice, you have failed. But this time- you're going to try harder.

You inspect the delivered box. Within it lies a hairpin of black and gold, its feather motif unmistakable. There's nothing else accompanying it- only the silent implication that accepting it meant acknowledging his scrutiny, trusting his integrity, and accepting him.

For you to be sent on a mission alone to this infamous Lord's fortress, is to avoid raising attention within the tumultuous court of your ruling state. And what the court wants is a treaty to gain access along the least treacherous mountain pass- part of his ruling territory.

That evening, you wear it.

His smirk when he notices is nothing short of dangerous.

“Careful,” he murmurs, refilling your tea cup himself- a breach of etiquette. “My generosity isn’t just political.”

You lower your head in a bow- to thank him for pouring your drink, and to acknowledge what he said- but nothing would prepare you for what he says next.

“I hope you are aware that this province it signifies… commitment to another,”

Your head snaps up as you look at him with wide eyes, and he chuckles.

“Relax, little bird. I'm the one offering you such commitment. I will serve you, and you alone… in all ways you wish.”

It is the first of many nights where you learn yet a new facade of him- tender, and dangerously addictive.

_____

ZAYNE - a healer who had mastered the use of traditional herbal medicine

The apothecary smells of bitter roots and dried chrysanthemums. Zayne barely ever spoke as you delivered letters and scrolls from the court to him- until the day you cough into your sleeve.

His brows furrow. "You're unwell," he observes.

You look away quickly. If only etiquette allowed you to appreciate his angular features- you could spend hours appreciating the curve of his hazel eyes, and the slope of his nose.

"It's just a mild cough."

"Your face is flushed. Come here, let me check for you-"

You shuffle forward, unsure of how to explain that you're not running a temperature, and simply blushing under his scrutiny.

“Hold still.” His fingers press on your wrist, his grip firm. “Your pulse is erratic.”

You expect a diagnosis.

Instead, he slides a packet wrapped with twine across the table. “Boil these with nectar. Twice daily. Avoid drinking any cold liquid until your cough subsides.”

On the packet, you see the label for dried pear slices and loquat leaves- a remedy both stress and illness.

You fiddle with the twine. “I- I don't have any coins on me, Zayne. I'll collect it next time I'm here.”

You hear him let out a short sigh.

“Consider it a gift. The weather is harsh, and your health is precious.”

When you glance up, he is already turning away. But the tips of his ears are tinged red.

____

XAVIER - an astrologer who observes the stars for the imperial kingdom, also an archer due to his keen eyesight

Xavier spends his nights in the library tower, mapping constellations on parchment. You often find him there, sorting star maps for the imperial astronomers and looking for auspicious days for ceremonies.

One dawn, a silk-bound scroll appears at your desk. Unfurling it reveals a star chart of the night you first met, dotted with gold ink.

Beneath the chart, in elegant characters, reads “The stars aligned twice- once in the heavens, once when you appeared.”

You find him later, with him at his table and blinking rapidly to ward off sleep.

“Xavier,” you greet softly.

The sleepiness in his eyes vanishes, replaced by a faint sparkle of delight as he places his brush down.

“Oh no,” he says with a hint of a pout, “You caught me falling asleep,”

You don't try to hide your smile- you never have to, around him. "Bad time? I could come back later,"

He shakes his head. "Stay with me, I could use some company. And what brings you here?"

You approach his desk, sitting on the stool he offers you. “I just wanted to let the hardworking astrologer know that his map has been received- and it is absolutely lovely,”

He pauses, blinking. Then a slow, gentle smile touches his lips.

“Just like you,” he replies.

_____

RAFAYEL - an artist for the emperor, with paintings sought after by nobles across the country.

You hurry along the corridor, squinting from the bright morning sun when you step into his airy room.

You have been sent to collect a commissioned landscape- but when you unroll it to confirm its contents, the scene is wrong.

Instead of mountains, the silk depicts you: sitting by a lotus pond, your robes rendered in vivid blues.

“Oops,” Rafayel sighs, leaning over your shoulder. “My brush must have slipped.”

“Rafayel… They need it by sunset today,” you say weakly.

As he waltzes around you into view once more, his grin is anything but repentant.

“Guess you’ll have to stay here a few hours now. Be my motivation.”

Half the time Rafayel is meant to paint, he spends on chatting away and looking at you.

When you ask, he dips his brush into water and twirls it around.

“I was done aaages ago, lovely. All the work I have left is to stamp my name in the corner,” he says smugly, “Anything is easy when my muse is here,”

_____

CALEB as a military strategist, bound by duty and responsibility, yet his true loyalty lies not with the kingdom, but with a person close to his heart.

When you stumble during a courtyard drill, hands steady you- and don't let go.

You whip around, gripping your hood to stop it from falling off- nobody is supposed to see you train.

And yet, when you see who it is, the fear and tension dissipates instantly.

“Your stance is off, don't hold it like a sword,” Caleb explains, adjusting your grip on the wooden dagger. His calloused hand lingers. “Meet me at dawn. I’ll train you.”

The next morning, a new dagger waits on a stone slab at the edge of the clearing. Its hilt is wrapped in red silk- the color of luck, and of brides.

When you turn, Caleb is looking resolutely into the distance.

“For defense during your travels,” he explains. “Not just decoration.”

“Caleb, you didn't have to-”

“But I want to,” he says, finally locking eyes with you, his expression earnest and open with a vulnerability you haven't seen since your childhood days. “Especially because I can't be by your side to protect you,”

So you accept the gift, and all the unspoken promises that come along with it.

_

Note:

for a canon scifi universe set in the future, the LADS men are sO historical AU coded i cant stop yELLING about how gorgeous they are in traditional robes please thank Sylus and Zayne for making this drabble happen they have me in a chokehold

Also picture credit is a XHS edit but i couldnt find OP so pls lmk if there is a link!!

Thanks for reading <333

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[astrologydray]

Astrology indicators 5: The good & the bad 🫠🫠

Astrology indicators of a liar 🤥

🤥 Mercury in Hard Aspect to Neptune (square/opposite): Classic indicator of lying or mental fog. Can also show storytelling skills—they can weave fiction so well it sounds real.

🤥 Neptune in the 3rd House or Conjunct Mercury.

• Neptune in the 3rd = blurred thinking, communication that’s vague, slippery, or deceitful.

• May speak in half-truths, avoid clarity, or shift narratives to suit them.

🤥 Mercury in Mutable Signs (especially Gemini or Pisces)

• Gemini Mercury: Can be clever, mentally agile, and good at spinning. If poorly aspected, it can be slick, gossipy, or say what you want to hear.

• Pisces Mercury: Prone to white lies, omissions, or fantasy over fact—especially with Neptune influence.

🤥Strong 12th House or Neptune Dominance

• Planets in the 12th house, especially Mercury, Moon, or Mars, may signal hidden motives or secretive thinking.

• Neptune dominance = master of illusions. They might lie more to protect feelings or hide uncomfortable truths than to deceive maliciously.

🤥Mercury Square Jupiter

• Tends to exaggerate, boast, or bend the truth—especially for approval, attention

🤥 Gemini or Pisces Stelliums

• Gemini = quick-witted, often walking the line between truth and fiction. Might talk themselves in circles or contradict themselves.

• Pisces = dreamy, fluid with boundaries, may lie out of emotional discomfort or escapism.

🤥 Moon Square or Opposite Neptune

• Can indicate emotional dishonesty—even with themselves. They may lie because they feel overwhelmed, ashamed, or confused about their feelings. Often not malicious; they just can’t always tell truth from feeling.

🤥 Venus Square Neptune

• Especially in relationships, this is the “rose-colored glasses” liar—or the one who lies to keep love, attention, or fantasy alive.

• May misrepresent intentions or fall for people who do.

🤥 Mars in Pisces (or badly aspected Neptune Mars)

• This Mars fights indirectly, and can lie by omission, mislead, or manipulate to avoid confrontation.

Astrology indicators of a trustworthy person😇

😇 Mercury in Earth Signs (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn)

• Grounded, clear, and straightforward communication. Especially Mercury in Capricorn: Doesn’t sugarcoat, values integrity.

• Mercury in Virgo: Precise with details—usually too honest.

😇 Saturn-Mercury Aspects (Especially Trine or Sextile)

• Saturn gives Mercury discipline and structure. These people take responsibility for their words. Rarely speak impulsively; prefer facts over fluff.

😇 Strong 6th House / Virgo Energy

• Loyal, dependable, service-oriented. These people tend to show their trust through actions, not just words. Can be your rock during chaos because they take responsibility seriously.

😇 Moon in Earth or Fixed Signs (Taurus, Capricorn, Scorpio, Aquarius)

• Emotionally stable and don’t switch up often. Scorpio Moon may be secretive but not disloyal—they take loyalty very seriously.

• Taurus and Capricorn Moons = emotionally reliable, don’t play with people’s feelings.

😇 Sun or Ascendant in Fixed Signs (Taurus, Leo, Scorpio, Aquarius)

• Fixed signs = consistent, not easily swayed.

• What they say, they usually mean. If they commit, it’s for the long haul.

😇 Venus in Capricorn or Taurus

• Loyal in love and partnerships.

• These people value long-term bonds, tradition, and accountability.

😇 Saturn in Angular Houses (1st, 4th, 7th, 10th)

• Saturn here gives someone a strong sense of duty and grounded presence. May take time to open up, but when they do, they mean it.

😇 Jupiter in Libra, Cancer, or Sagittarius

• These Jupiters uphold morality, fairness, and care for others.

• Jupiter in Libra especially seeks harmony through honesty.

😇 Mercury Trine or Sextile Jupiter

• Honest, big-picture thinkers who dislike lies or petty manipulation. They’re often generous with info and try to uplift with truth.

Astrology indicators of someone who is a first responder (firefighter, EMT, paramedic, or emergency worker) ⛑️

⛑️ Strong Mars – Action, Courage, Physical Response

• Mars is the planet of fight, drive, adrenaline, and quick reaction.

• Especially powerful in: Aries: Fearless and fast. Capricorn: Controlled, professional, goal-oriented. Scorpio: Focused in life-or-death moments.

• Mars conjunct or trine Saturn: Disciplined action, professional under pressure.

• Mars conjunct Pluto: Handles crisis like a boss. Power, survival, control.

⛑️ Strong 6th House or Virgo Energy – Service & Health

• The 6th house rules day-to-day work, routines, health, and service. Planets here often indicate someone who’s drawn to serving others through skill or labor.

• Especially Mars, Saturn, Pluto, or the Sun in the 6th.

⛑️ Saturn – Discipline, Endurance, Authority

• Saturn shows where you carry responsibility and long-term effort. Saturn in 1st, 6th, or 10th: Serious about work, dependable under pressure.

• Saturn in Capricorn or Virgo adds extra structure and focus.

⛑️ Pluto – Intensity, Crisis Management

• People with strong Pluto influence (especially in aspect to personal planets or the MC) are often:

⛑️ Drawn to high-stakes environments.

⛑️ Good at staying calm in chaos.

⛑️ Emotionally resilient or intense.

⛑️ Uranus – Emergency Work, Sudden Change

• Uranus rules things that happen suddenly—like accidents and crises.

• In the 6th or 10th house, it can show someone who works in emergency settings or unpredictable environments.

• Mars-Uranus aspects: Fast reflexes, thrives in chaotic or high-adrenaline scenarios.

⛑️ MC (Midheaven) or 10th House in Aries, Scorpio, or Capricorn

• Midheaven shows your public role or calling.

• Aries = protector, responder, fighter energy.

• Scorpio = life and death service, often drawn to high-pressure environments.

• Capricorn = reliable and leadership-driven, ideal for structured emergency roles.

⛑️ Aspects Between the Moon and Saturn or Mars

• Moon rules instincts, Saturn brings composure.

• Moon-Mars: Fast emotional reactions, often gutsy and reactive.

• Moon-Saturn: Controlled emotional responses; solid under pressure.

⛑️ North Node in the 6th or 10th House

• A life purpose centered around service, duty, and practical contribution. They’re here to show up and help in tangible ways—often through jobs others couldn’t handle.

⛑️ Fire Element Dominance (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius)

• Fire signs are naturally bold, energetic, and action-oriented.

• Aries especially has a “rush in to help” instinct.

Astrology indicators of someone who is in the army or military 🪖

🪖 Strong Mars – The Warrior Planet

• Mars in Aries, Capricorn, Scorpio, or Leo = natural leaders or fighters.

• Mars in the 6th or 10th house = work that’s physically demanding, strategic, or structured.

🪖 Mars conjunct or trine Saturn = discipline + endurance = soldier energy.

• Mars square Pluto or Uranus = explosive strength, intensity, risk-taking, or sudden action.

🪖 Saturn – Discipline, Structure, Authority

• Strong Saturn = commitment, following rules, respecting hierarchy. Saturn in 1st, 6th, or 10th house = thrives in environments with strict order.

• Capricorn placements (Saturn-ruled) = born for command and strategy.

• Saturn-Mars combo = disciplined action—a military classic.

🪖 Pluto – Power, Survival, Transformation

• Indicates a comfort with intense, high-stakes situations. Pluto in aspect to Mars or the Ascendant = extreme focus, mental toughness, fearlessness.

• Pluto in 6th or 10th = power and control through one’s job or service.

🪖 Aries or Scorpio Dominance

• Aries = bold, combative, head-on energy. Will take the first hit if it means protecting others.

• Scorpio = strategist, thrives in tactical, high-pressure environments. Deep loyalty and emotional intensity.

🪖 Military Houses: 6th, 10th, and 8th

• 6th House: Daily work + service. Mars, Saturn, or Pluto here = service through strength or hardship.

• 10th House: Career + status. Planets here (especially Mars or Saturn) = public identity shaped by duty or control.

• 8th House: Crisis, control, and survival. Those with personal planets here may be drawn to dangerous or transformative careers.

🪖 Ascendant in Fire or Earth Signs

• Fire Risings (Aries, Leo, Sag): Brave, direct, and ready to lead or defend.

• Earth Risings (Taurus, Virgo, Cap): Grounded, reliable, and slow to break under pressure.

🪖 North Node in Aries, Capricorn, or 6th/10th House

• Their life path involves stepping into authority, service, or leadership roles. They grow by becoming stronger, more self-directed, or more focused on order and duty.

🪖 Uranus + Mars or Saturn – Technology and Sudden Action

• Uranus aspects (especially to Mars/Saturn) can suggest military careers in tech, aviation, communications, or cyber-intelligence.

🪖 Moon in Capricorn, Scorpio, or Aries

• Emotionally tough. These Moons hold steady in chaos and have no issue with strict conditions or hardship. May not show emotion under pressure—good for combat environments.

[zstartrixxx]

𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐒𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐄

⁽ᵏᶦⁿᵈᵃ⁾ ᵛᵃᵐᵖᶦʳᵉ ᶠᵒˡᵏˡ��ʳᶦᶜꜝʳᵉᵐᵐᶦᶜᵏ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐꜝʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒, 𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔 𝐈. 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 • 𝐈𝐈. 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇 • 𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: Once, in a Dresden forest, Dionysus met you—or rather: you met the God of Intoxication. OR The night you whispered your secrets and surrendered your life into Remmick's hands. 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹'𝒔 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬𝒔: I’ve just been listening to ‘Ancestral Recall’ on loop, and this scene came to me—something abstract, almost like a creative writing experiment/study. 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: +18, ADULT CONTENT. blood, kinda sexual suggestion, folkloric themes, some more grotesque descriptions. 𝑾𝑪: 1386 words (this one was really small, just like a study text really) for whoever is going to read it, a great read! <3 likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated :)

𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳

“ERIS: (Ἔρις) is the goddess of discord, strife, and conflict. She is known for sowing chaos and disharmony among gods and mortals alike.„

"dionysus once knew me, he found me on the bridge in dresden, naked with eris; stripped of adornment! he found me again in monte verita draped in aesthetic illusions" (ancestral recall, emma ruth rudle, thou).

"Let your hair down, please."

His voice was low, as if whispering a secret meant only for you—penetrating you with that hungry gaze, pupils dilated, lips parted to reveal needle-sharp fangs. You merely nodded, obedient to this god masquerading as a man.

His name felt alien to your ears—rolling off the roof of your mouth, clicking at the tip of your tongue, the color of iron-tinged blood. Remmick. You'd heard he was some noble wanderer who haunted Dresden during the Spring Solstice, always dressed as Dionysus—eyes glittering, razor-edged smile—forever seeking someone to share the night until dawn. The great mystery surrounding this man was that most of his guests for these "idyllic adventures" met curious fates. Once, a girl who had just turned nineteen simply appeared the following night, screaming for blood, completely out of her mind—they took her to a convent and had the poor wretch locked in solitary confinement ever since. Another, a virtuoso musician rumored to communicate with gods through his music, emerged that same night covered in wine and song, wandering off into the night's mist. He never returned to the city. So many other stories that could fill an illustrated codex, with the man depicted spitting fire, sporting bat ears and wings, a goat's tail and horns, and a malicious little grin on his face. Remmick held sway over everyone, always arriving at dusk and leaving before the first rays of light appeared on the horizon.

Your ears had caught whispers from the pious faithful that this man was a demon incarnated in human flesh; others inclined toward the occult believed him to be a sorcerer who had obtained the elixir of youth and needed to steal others' souls—preferably the young—to maintain his integrity; in doing so, he ended up inadvertently sucking out their essence, their anima. And for you, he would be your freedom from that life of suffering and misery—whatever he did to you would be worth it, so long as you could be liberated from the weight of a secret that tormented your conscience every morning when you woke, every night before you slept. That alone was enough to convince you to be there, in that clearing, in the heart of the dense forest, face to face with the magnificent Lord of the Flies, dressed as a strange Dionysus: his crown of dried flowers had more thorns than blossoms, his golden cup was engraved with serpents in high relief, and he wore only white trousers, his torso bare. Barefoot. A contemplative smile on his angular face.

As you let your hair down, leaving it in its natural state, you noticed him hissing some murmur in a strange tongue, unknown to your ears. But you didn't care—or pretended not to, with your desperate heart pounding against your chest, nearly breaking through your ribs, flesh, and skin to expose itself before him. Remmick spread his arms like a statue blessing all around it:

"Come to me, my goddess, and I shall embrace you eternally!"

Your bare feet began walking across dry leaves, broken branches, and damp earth toward him, while wolf howls could be heard in the distance and above your heads a Full Moon reigned with its silver light over your bodies. When you were near him, you smelled his scent more intensely: iron, honey, freshly turned earth, blood, and bitter wine. Remmick immediately cupped your face with his calloused hands, turning it so you'd face his red eyes—a light that came from the depths of his soul while the area around his eyes, nose, and mouth was consumed by darkness, making him look like a talking skull:

"With me, you may whisper your deepest secret."

"I—" Your mouth quivered, remembering things you wished to keep buried in the depths of your memories, feeling tears burning your eyes. Remmick made an expression of contemplation mixed with pity, raising his eyebrows, parting his lips further. He murmured, like an empty tomb echoing from the depths of a darkness you'd fear to face:

"You��? Tell me your secret."

You took a deep breath, closed your eyes to avoid looking at him as you let the words take control of your lips and the memories give life to those words:

"I killed someone."

"Who? Tell me your story." You slowly opened your eyes.

"It was to protect someone I cared deeply about. A horrible man was hurting them, so I poisoned him."

"My Eris—" he whispered, his thumbs crawling across your tear-stained face, smiling with strange pride: "—killing another isn't biblically acceptable, but this was self-defense, and I welcome you regardless of your sins. You creatures are so fragile and susceptible to momentary passions that you act without thinking. That's why I walk among you." His thumbs stopped at your lips. The bittersweet taste mixed with his skin seeped into your mouth.

Remmick then approached you, kissing your lips gently, as if wanting to swallow all your tears, all your pain into himself. His hands slithered down your shoulders, lowering the straps of your dress and exposing your breasts.

"Take off your clothes. And lie down, please."

Once again you obeyed the request, finishing removing your dress, kneeling before him, staring deeply into his eyes before lying on your back on the ground, feeling twigs prick your bare skin. You looked at him as if he truly were Dionysus before you, removing his trousers and crown, kneeling between your legs as he leaned over you, arms braced on either side of your head, his red gaze penetrating you. You weren't afraid. You felt the world around you was just that small bubble between you and this man, illuminated by the Moon, naked, where you'd confessed a heinous crime and he hadn't judged you.

Remmick moved closer to your neck, nuzzling it, inhaling your scent as if appreciating you:

"You need fear nothing more, my Eris, for I will free you from the burden you carry…" His right hand found your neck, caressing the soft skin, a trail of saliva—thick and whitish—beginning to drip from the corner of his lips: "Just kiss me once more."

You grabbed his back, digging your nails into his icy flesh, marble beneath your fingertips, dragging your hands up to his hair and pulling him in for another kiss. Only now your mouth filled with blood as his body undulated atop yours, nearly fusing with your flesh, becoming you. The blood flooding your mouth spilled out, smearing your chin, your neck, his lips and chin—yet he didn't mind. He licked your chin, sliding up to your neck where he scraped his fangs, drawing a desperate moan from you as you squeezed his waist tightly, pulling him against you so he could penetrate you. His teeth broke your delicate skin, blood bloomed from your neck straight into his mouth, and the world around you became a mixture of rending pain that pulled your soul outward, wetting the earth with your blood and his saliva, the gods above you dancing before your clouding vision as primal pleasure emerged at the edges of that tearing pain—that enveloped you and pushed you toward a precipice. Remmick kept dancing atop you—or within you?—your consciousness a thread between reality and waking dreams.

Blood.

Blood.

Blood.

Everything was now wet, sticky, noisy, grotesque.

Remmick finally ended his divine osculation, washed your soul with his lips, made your soul the dwelling place of his mouth—now he was the bearer of your most intimate and infamous secrets. With his mouth stained with blood, ruby eyes, and a smile of ecstasy, he rose up between your legs, your blood painting him from lips to pale chest, the silver moonlight radiating off him like a profane painting. He smiled in delight. You, naked, unadorned, lying and defiled by his fangs, felt strangely free.

Remmick was your profane Dionysus, your blood was the wine he drank, the celebration happened between your bodies that danced together, the theater of life and death performed by you two that night where lilies and birches would bloom the next day. Amid your body cradled by dry leaves, broken branches, damp earth, and now your sacred blood.

And he would find you again one night at Monte Verità, offering you a chalice of bitter wine and toasting the secret you now shared between you.

𝑭𝑶𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑺: how they says: "and somehow this secret keeps on passing down to us / down to us / dionysus once knew me"

[alienpossession]

The Shell: The Landing

The right landing should have delivered us right on the doorstep of the townhall of the small town, where we would quickly encounter all sort of human that probably gathered right away to observe us upon our landing.

We would then utilize that opportunity to paralyze them with our venom, gather their DNA, absorb it to our system and built our human shell that copied the townspeople for the perfect integration as we would then dispose their vegetative bodies. But, we instead landed off the town's border due to the rookie that probably put the wrong coordinate which resulted in us stranded in this forest and in human measurement, some 35 kilometres off from our supposed landing spot. That distance is a very miniscule one compared to the intergalactic journey we went through, but for human measurement, that's like a major miss and we ensured that we will relay this message once we are in contact with Mothership that stationed just outside Earth's orbit. The next batch should not experience this unfortunate circumstances

Yet, despite the isolation, we still managed to find a lot of traces of human existence among this wooded path. Sadly, it's not consistent enough to be extracted as a basis to build our shell as most of them tend to be sweat and urine instead of blood, saliva or sperm which has higher DNA consistency. But it's a huge wooded landscape and with that much human traces already, we kept our belief that we will find the necessary DNA source eventually.

After around 30 minutes, we finally found what we're looking for. It's near a structure we learned as a tent and there, we found copious amount of sperm and other things right next to a tree and basically spread around the area. As the one responsible for this pack, I decided to be the first one to initiate this whole thing so I absorbed all the DNA, hair, saliva and practically anything I could find in the perimeter and let the process kickstarted. I can feel my liquid form enlarged and started to harden as I emitted all the information I received from the sources to create the perfect human replica. The flashes of image I received about this human source sharpened the imitation to its finest details. I started from the head as we were taught in our academy to always form the brain and the head first because that's where we will control the shell from. This human has quite an angular facial feature peppered with shaved facial hair based on the genetic data. He has no inherited diseases whatsoever so I take the liberty to assume that this is a healthy person which means that he probably has decent built. The average height of the human in the area where we supposedly landed is around 6 feet tall so that's the height I set my shell to be. But everything becomes much more easier as this human all in a sudden walked out from his tent and started calling out another name

"Colin, is that you?" He faintly whispered. Did I and the pack make too much noise? Well, creating a shell is not necessarily a quiet process as we're practically building a skin but we believe we've been very quiet. Then, an animal we know called as deer appeared but the human seemed to not be that startled. Yet, just a glimpse of his look helped me to really fine-tune everything to perfection. I reshaped my shell's abdominal and pectoral muscle to be tighter and imprinted the ink I saw on the human. The taut legs and tight yet bubbly glutes followed suit alongside the hair on his legs and shaved pubic hair. I also notice the scars in his back and right above his ass crack and make his intricate web of veins that carried the blood to energized his body more visible in my shell to really match his. The final creation is the sexual appendage of the male human and despite not seeing it in full frontal form from the owner, I make an educated guess from the bulge he sported earlier and let the meat formed itself to become a 6.5 inches soft, uncut cock with a large grape-sized sperm glands or human usually called it as balls. It's modifiable after all, so no need to get it perfect on the first go

As I then take the time to create all the internal organs and placed myself to wrap this imitation brain of this shell like a cocoon, this shell is finally ready so I stand up and happily grinned looking at the rest of the pack

"Wait here, okay? All of you will have your turn coming,"

He's already back inside his tent when I stand up, so I slowly creep myself to ambush him before that Colin person comes back. He's sleeping naked with his ass on full display inside his tent, the fuzziness and arch of his ass inspired me to alter my shell right then and there for a perfect copy and before he's aware, I lunged right at him and started to circle my muscular forearm to choke him. We battled hard as he flailed around trying to get himself free, but I locked his neck and legs way too tight for him to get out from. When his body goes limp, I finalized the tiny details I failed to get by altering my shell before I enacted the final replication process. As my shell goes limp without me in control, I inserted myself to his brain to gather all information needed. It's a rather quick process as I simply wrap myself around his soon-to-be useless brain and absorbed all the information about.......Ryle Adams. Then, I slide out from his brain and entered my Ryle shell to then inject the memory to the mush of a brain of the shell so I can pass myself on as Ryle Adams with ease and also making this body able to function autopilot even when I'm not inside of him, a perfectly seamless integration

Now, time to clean up the old Ryle and prepare for Colin's arrival after his fishing duty. Maybe to make the replication easy, I should just stuff one member of the pack into Colin's brain, so once it gets out, it can simply replicate everything without making guesses or adjustment. Yeah, that sounds easier to be honest.....

[codingquill]

Essentials You Need to Become a Web Developer

HTML, CSS, and JavaScript Mastery

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Responsive Web Design Skills: Learn CSS frameworks like Bootstrap or Flexbox and master media queries

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Web Hosting and Deployment Knowledge: Platforms like Heroku, Vercel , Netlify, or AWS can help simplify this process.

Basic DevOps and CI/CD Understanding

Soft Skills and Problem-Solving: Effective communication, teamwork, and problem-solving skills

Confidence in Yourself: Confidence is a powerful asset. Believe in your abilities, and don't be afraid to take on challenging projects. The more you trust yourself, the more you'll be able to tackle complex coding tasks and overcome obstacles with determination.

[offkilterkeys]

You draw tavros ugly and you need to stop. Or be better. Because your fucking bad at it.

Oh I’ve actually been working on that!!!!

Okay so basically like half a year ago I realized I didn’t like my art style and decided to do some Homestuck art studies as a means of getting better at like anatomy and stuff, and that’s where the Tavros on the left appeared from.

After I’d gotten the hang of it I started to reintegrate some of my old stylistic choices, as seen by the Tavros on the right. But honestly I felt meh about both of them cause neither of them line up with my previous portrayals/personal view of the character.

(Old art, circa about a year or so ago^ Shows I used to draw Tavros with less of a lanky body and more fat.)

So I finally decided to buckle down and get the character right and this was the result!

Now I’ll be the first to admit that it’s probably not perfect, but I’ve finally gotten to a point where I like how I draw Tavros again!!!!

The og Homestuck style has like, a lot of variation, and hero mode is honestly wayyyy more vast of a “style” than people give it credit for. Personally, I like to refer to each Homestuck style more by act/place it appears in comic rather than just blanked “hero mode” or “sprite mode,” because I like to integrate THOSE specific influences into my art.

With Tavros specifically I’d like to say the rounder shapes call back to the mixed sprite/hero mode that we see in Tavros’ introduction, as opposed to perhaps Sollux’s introduction panels, where his limbs are rigid and angular, and definitely more “hero mode,” which causes one to view the character as lankier/skinnier.

Either way, I’m still working hard at getting good at striking poses and not falling into “same body type syndrome,” as is often far too easy to fall into. In the past I found it difficult to draw skinny/lanky characters because I wasn’t super used to it, and as of recently I’ve been doing them wayyyy more but I still have an easier time drawing thicker/fatter limbs and stuff. If you’ve got any criticisms or the like, I’m happy to hear them!!!! Always looking to get better eventually :p

[daportalpractitioner]

identifying your purpose using the angular houses in your chart

1st house = your overall purpose in life which bleeds into all sectors of life

4th house = your purpose as a member of your bloodlines

7th house = your purpose in interpersonal connections

10th house = your purpose as a member of society

remember: you don't just have one purpose. it's our responsibility to integrate all of our purposes in order to live holistically.

[alicepia-journal]

Animedia July 2025 Settei

(images from gianben123, Reddit)

Notes: Ripple

the tip of the Heart motif should be pointed

the mini ribbons are the same shape from front and back

the collar is shaped like 3 hearts pieced together

the sash is part of the outfit

the hem of the skirt has a continuous funnel and lining

when drawing sideways, make the sleeves triangular (3-pointed, not round)

keyhole-shaped ribbon ends

as Ripple, the hair tips should be angular (unlike Minamo who has rounded hair tips)

Notes: Minamo

Legs should not be drawn straight; add rounded calves to emphasize the body line

Shorts are worn but generally not seen

Notes: Zeal

the sash is integrated into the body suit (it's unremovable)

the sleeves are detachable

the skirt is stiff

4 red ribbons wrap around her hair parts

Notes: Kagari

pleated skirt

diagram for her hair instructions

Notes: Meteor

sleeves are square-shaped arranged into a ring

2 types of sparkle Star parts a. the star at the neck has a longer bottom part b. the stars on the sleeves and boots are equal

her ponytail is a shooting-star motif and should not be drawn drooping straight down; in general, it should flow diagonally

Notes: Nagase

the choker pendant floats

don't make the hairstyle rounded; the back should be straight

rounded hair tips

Notes: Nabiyu

sideways mouth is drawn diagonally rather than horizontally

body is slightly flat and pudgy like mochi

there are markings on the hands and feet

ribbon is a white clover motif; 3 ribbons of equal lengths

the pupils are a rounded cross

[kissingraine]

When are we getting Bayverse Starscream again? Love your writing

Now!:') tysm for being patient and supportive. im just writing these for fun.

Teeth — Bayverse Starscream x f!Reader (3)

• You'd no idea what you expected after making the most groundbreaking discovery in possibly all of history. The high-ranking stooges you worked under didn't seem to think so, however. And yet another reason to label you unfit for flight. All of them, actually. Even though you had already provided graphs and an entire presentation, they could absolutely care less about one lieutenant's crazy ramblings. Didn't say that outright, but they might as well have sucker-punched you in the face with it. But they must have at least seen you were serious about getting back in the skies, right?

• So when your commanding officer called you in at the crack-ass early of dawn for a debrief in a hangar room—“Report to briefing room nine, immediately,” the general said. No details. Just your name and the kind of urgency that didn't usually apply to grounded personnel. Maybe they're relocating you, having had enough of your alien fanaticism. It wouldn't be the first time. But the tiny thing is—you have no excuses. If they send you away, that's where you're stationed until you're finally discharged. Who knows how long that will be. And frankly, you've grown fond of the Nevada skies.

• Deep breath. You shove open the door, fatigue-painted eyes scanning the dim interior. The general sat at the end of a long table, reminding you vividly of your first debrief. It's something you like to look back on. Why you remember it now completely slips past you. It's definitely the atmosphere. Beside the general stood a man, one you didn't recognize at all—tall, pale, cutting a silhouette too crisp for someone who belonged on Earth. Platinum-blonde. Shaved sides. You straightened on reflex, the sting in your knees cruelly reminding you why you're in overalls now instead of flight gear.

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

The general gestures. “Lieutenant. You're being reassigned to consultant duty,” he says, orders with a firm tone and a hand pointing in the stranger's direction. Though you have the strangest feeling that he won't be much of an outsider any longer. “This is Sky Marshal Karven. DARPA acquisition.”

Karven turns, hands still behind his back and shoulders loosely squared. He'd been looking at the big whiteboard behind the general, but something claws inside you at the faintest tell that he's the type that can stare at people from the back of his head. It doesn't help his eyes are hidden beneath the dark plastic of a pair of aviator sunglasses. Shades? Inside the base? An ever-present small smile tugging at thin lips.

The lighting caught him wrong. Shadows crawling up the angular edges of his face as though the room was bending around him. His gaze locks onto yours immediately. Clinical, dissecting, with just the smallest thrum of interest barely disguised beneath it. Yeah, you don't like the look of this guy.

“Sky Marshal?” you echoed, dry as the desert. “Is that DARPA's new word for mysterious outsider with zero paper trail?”

Your commanding officer didn't bother to rise to the bait. “His files are high-clearance,” replied the general coolly. “You'll be assisting him with onsite diagnostics, tactical translation, and aerial integration models.”

“Grounded integration,” you correct, bitterness slipping out sharp as wire. You swear this Karven guy just smirked. Nonetheless, you continue. “Unless DARPA's figured out how to patch spinal compression with duct tape.”

And then, the man himself steps forward. All with the grace of someone who's become a machine—like he's handled government secrets.

“You were a pilot.”

It's not a question. An observation that's too smooth. Too certain.

“I am a pilot,” you snapped. “With all due respect. Sir.”

That should've gotten you in trouble—he looks like the type to tattle. But instead, you get an amused tilt of a head. “Ah. Still clinging to that, even with clipped wings.”

You blink. Is this guy asking for a right hook to the face? Because you can throw a pretty mean one, one that's definitely able to wipe that stupid look off his face and replace it with bloody teeth.

“Is that supposed to be motivational?”

“It's supposed to be accurate,” he responded, tone scraping at the last bits of your self-control. “You see yourself as more than they allow. You chafe against the cage, but still perform rituals of obedience. Curious.”

Taking a slow, controlled breath, you raise a brow. “So let me guess, you're here to give me purpose again. Redeem the broken pilot with a glorified babysitting gig?”

“I'm here,” he utters, “because DARPA wants its machines talking to someone who's seen the sky burn.” The silence rang, long enough to make the hair on your arms rise.

“...What the hell are you talking about?”

“F-22s,” Karven eyes the patch on your mechanic's jumpsuit. “You fix them now. Used to be them. You still hear the engines in your dreams, don't you? Still calculate turn radius when you close your eyes.”

The pressure behind your ribs tightened, unable to stop yourself from staring at him and stuttering. “H-How do you—?”

“I know all the models,” he simply states. “Inside and out. Tooth and turbine.”

You swallowed harshly, tongue feeling like sandpaper the more you listen to Karven speaking.

“You one of those drone-piloting savants? That why DARPA rolled out the red carpet?” An instinctive scoff had clawed its way out of your throat. He smiled at your words—broad, slow, distinctly un-American.

“I know jets, lieutenant,” he repeated. “I know war. I know what you could be, if they stopped treating you like scrap.”

• Like a pair of talons hooking into you, you hated the way those words resonated inside you. Hated it more how true they felt. Whoever this guy actually is, you're not sure if you're ready to find out. If you still attempted to—and discover that you like what you find. Now that, was a horrifying thought.

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[catboybiologist]

Alright I can't finish this all in one sitting, but here's at least a bit of.... something? A word vomit? A prelude to smut about the eroticism of the machine? For all you robot, mecha, and spaceship fuckers out there. @k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl that means you

Pappy always said that manufacturing biological transportation was nothing knew. I mean, shit, humanity's been breeding horses for how long? To him, not much was novel about what was going on in the shipyards way out by Neptune when I was a kid.

But Pappy didn't know a lot of things. And he certainly didn't meet Roseanna.

The Federation Navy had experimented with biologics for decades. The idea was to create self regenerating ships- something to interface with the hull, move the new titanium plates and particulates into place, have a living, growing mass interfacing with the steel so that the ship didn't have to head all the way back to the yards to patch up after every dogfight.

The first generation... worked. With a full time crew, that is. Full time people on deck jabbin the rigid, chitonous interface with the hull full of growth hormones to get them to set just right. Full time onboard bioengineers to compute what signaling cocktail ya need to hit 'em with to get it to grow back right. Skilled onboard technicians to shave back the chitin when it tried to overgrow the titanium, and slap some new cells in to seed the process in heavily damaged areas. Less input material, less time in the yards, but far more manpower. Great for a Federation cruiser on deep space peacekeeping missions. Far too complex for small craft. Right?

Until some bastard put brains in 'em.

Well. A lotta suits would say that they weren't brains. They were a diffuse network of sensory neurons and ganglia, living inside the body of the ship, integrating signals from a skin of alloyed metal and fibrous protein, calculating power draw too and from various components, and integrating with the mechanical and electrical components of the ship to precisely manage the "wound healing" process of the vessel. And of course, it just so happened that one of those ganglia was larger and more complex than the rest of them, and it just so happened that the computer interfaces with this ganglia exhibit complex, thinking behaviors on the level of human cognition, and it just so happens that most pilots and navigators reported them developing their own personalities.....

But of course, the Navy didn't want anyone to have some kind of pesky empathy in the way of their operations. And they certainly didn't want anyone side eyeing the rate at which they disposed of the damn things, and let them suffer and rot after disposal. So as far as the official record was concerned, they didn't have brains.

Like most people in the belt, I found Rosie on a... unsponsored field trip to the Neptune scrap yards. She wasn't a ship then. She wasn't much of anything. Not much more than a vat with the central ganglia and just barely enough of the stem cells needed to regrow a network. But I took her all the same. Brains were valuable. Few pilots outside the Navy had them back then. Nowadays, a black market for "brain seeds", a cocktail of neuronal stem cells and enough structural stem cells to grow your own into the chassis of your ship. They were pumpin' em out, and leaving them to die. It was cruel. They may be vehicles, but they're a livin' being too.

But I digress. I'd never do that to Roseanna. I make sure she gets proper care. And for a good, proper, working ship? That includes some good, proper work.

The asteroid we were docked in was one of my usuals- good bars, nice temp quarters, nice views of the rock's orbiting twin, and a spacious hanger for Rosie to rest in. The chasiss I had imprinted Roseanna to was a 40-meter light skipper, with some adjustments for handling deep space trips. It was pretty much the smallest thing you could actually use to live and work for long periods of time, but it got the job done. The angular design made the entire ship look like a wedge, or the blade of a bulky dagger. It didn't hurt that each bottom edge was fortified with a sharpened titanium blade, turning the entire sides of the ship into axe-like rams.

Those would probably come in handy today.

I approached Roseanna on the catwalk above her, marveling her alloyed scales. I could almost see her shudder in anticipation as my footsteps vibrated through the air above her. I took the steps down, and hit the trigger to open her top hatch.

When the news got out of the Navy scuffling with a rebelling mining station, an electric air raced across the station. Some went about their day as normal. Some resigned themselves to picking at the leftovers after the dust had settled. And some, like me, knew that they could get the finest pickings.

I strapped in to the pilot's seat like it was an old boot.

"Welcome, Captain Victoria."

Rosie could talk, but more often than not, she chose not to. But she understood me just fine. Most of our communication took place using her three prerecorded lines- her welcome statement, affirmative, and negative- as well as the tiny screen showing a small, emoticon face. Many pilots chose to give their ships an elaborate render, but Rosie preferred it this way. It was the first face I gave her, from somewhere out of the scrap heaps, and she refused any offer I made to upgrade. Secretly, I was overjoyed. To me, that was her face. That was her voice. And it was beautiful to see her true self through them.

I brushed my hands across her paneling. Across the switches, the hydraulic controls for the plasma fuel, the steering, the boosts, the comms channels. The thing with biologics was that you were still the pilot. For whatever reason, they hadn't quite gotten to the point where the brains could take over their own piloting. My personal opinion was just that their personalities lacked the ambition to. But whatever reason that was, the best pilots were still the ones that knew both their ship, and the ship's brain. And me and Rosie? We knew each other well.

As my fingers touched the brushed aluminum controls, rimmed with chitinous layers rooting them into the ship, I could feel the walls around me holding their invisible breath. "Do you know what we're doing today, Rosie?"

Her tiny panel flickered on. ...?

"We got a scrap run."

^_^

:)

^_^

Her panel flicked between various expressions of excitement. My finger quivered on the main power, holding for a moment before flicking it on. The primary electronics of the ship hummed to life, and what Rosie controlled pulsed with it. My hands moved across the main functional panels- main hydraulic plasma valve, exhaust ports open, and finally, flicking the switch the start the plasma burner.

My hands gripped the steering. The hanger's airlock doors opened in front of me. My neck length hair started to float as the station's gravity shut off. I hit the switch to unlatch from the supports above. For a moment, we hang there. The dull crackle of the idling plasma burner is the only sound that resonates through Rosie's hull.

Go time.

I punch the boost.