#Ascending Falling Triangle

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"Identifying and Trading the Bullish AFT Pattern for Profitable Market Entries"

The Bullish AFT (Ascending Falling Triangle) Pattern is a technical chart pattern that signals potential upward price movement. It forms when the price makes lower highs but maintains a consistent support level, indicating a breakout above resistance, suggesting a bullish trend.

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Bipper & Cipher!Mabel

Sometimes your brother gets possessed and starts stabbing himself with forks. Sometimes you get possessed and knit dark sigils into the fabric of reality. Either way? The Pines twins are no longer okay, and Bill wouldn’t have it any other way (Bipper + my own twist, Cipher!Mabel!)

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Stan, except he has a whole personality change after the portal malfunctions and zaps him with electricity.

On one side of Stan’s hair is pure white and the other side is his usual hair color. I have the feeling he would’ve formed conversations with a different side to himself that he subconsciously thought Ford would’ve said to him. Which is why Stan doesn’t react much when Ford makes his entrance out of the portal.

It looks really messy but I wanted to share it anyway.

[the-gay-prometheus]

Actually I'm ok with the fact that I didn't get to go to NYCC for Alex's panel because, having reviewed the footage, I think if I was there in person I would have simply actually passed away

[harmoonix]

Random astrology observations ~

Saturn or Neptune in the 6th/8th and 12th houses can drain/make you exhausted so easily. It takes so much mental stimulation and sometimes can even be a depressive placement

Air Mercury like9s to isolate from people or from being social sometimes. It's ironic for the air element to do that.. but social battery turns off

Saturn x Chiron/Venus aspects can sometimes fall in love with people who are not available. Meaning they're either taken or not interested

Neptune in the 1st hosue most times like to create their own reality/world as an escapism key when things turn too bad or when become too tired

Heavy Pisces/Neptune in the chart can result in daydreaming often. Of course, these are things a doctor needs to check on, but Pisces and Neptune both can indicate this sometimes

The planets Uranus and Mercury are where your inspirations and ideas come from. When you feel inspired, you can be an indicator of these planets being activated in your chart

Venus can represent cheating just as it represents love. But also, the 5th house is associated with infidelity, too. That's why ppl with mercury or gemini in the 5th house can often be the victim of a love triangle or lover rejection

Leo/Scorpio/Libra and Aries in the 5th house usually tend to have a big libido, and that can result in the native having a big dating pool

Earth Venus placements can be seen as the top most loyal placements. I remember writing this too when I had a thing for men with Taurus Venus. That thing is gone now.. but still

People with the sun in the 6th house/sun at 6° 18° people want your advice on certain things. Is it important for them to know your opinion

People with the moon in the 9th and 12th houses can be good at doing shadow work/healing practices. Shadow work can help a lot

Virgo Mars natives are quite picky (and reserved) when it comes to their dating life. They are very committed to their relationships, nonetheless

Pluto in the 2nd house natives might develop a big fear of losing their control/losing their possessions, Pluto in this house is extremely satisfied by money

Eros (433) in earth signs can end up putting their relationship before anything else. They focus on their needs and their partners! They are also so good at caring/taking care

This is more of a less known fact, but you can get so attached to people who have their south node in the same sign as your moon or Venus. Will also make it hard to detach from them (yk in case they're toxic or something)

Saturn Retrogade in your chart can affect your mental state by the fact that everything needs to be organized and in order

Venus x Neptune aspects, it is true that these natives will be delusional about their true love, but they can feel love at a very deep level as well. Because as many others they love with their soul

When the sun transits your 12th house, can you feel invisible during that time, feeling like people don't get in contact with you anymore and isolating yourself

The sun in your chart can also be the source of your happiness, depending on the house and aspects and ofc the degrees .

An earth moon is probably the best placement that indicates you are fully able to control your feelings. Stable emotions and full of serenity

Capricorn Placements worry so much about the future, and that can affect their mental health. Especially Risings, they always stress about things they don't know

Jupiter Dominants are also deeply aligned with the universe since Jupiter tends to be quite spiritual and a master at evolving into better

Water Signs over the 2h or 3rd house have a magical voice. Siren/Aries vibes, falling for their voice or their words. Their voice tends to be deep and sensual too

8° 20° degrees on Venus/Mercury know how to charm people with deep words. They may also possess a sensual voice

Water Degrees on your ascendant 4° 16° 28° 8° 20° 12° 24° can indicate a native with a peaceful energy, calm and pure native

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Within Your Eyes Intro Post

DEMO [Last Updated June 22nd, 2024]

You are a Warden, a monster hunter who has come to the Kingdom of Auris which has become the forefront runner in it’s acceptance of magic and supernatural alike within the West Highlands. But when strange happenstances occur, you are called upon not just because of skill, but also because of your condition. A condition you’ve lied about for last 12 years.

Unearth the secrets that magic holds as a new form is discovered.

Befriend or romance those who attempt to worm through the cracks of the mask you wear. Or will you fight to keep them at arms length?

Regardless of where your journey takes you, your feathered friend will be at your side. As he always has been.

This story will be 18+ for the following reasons:

Explicit and erotic intimate scenes

Death, including of a child

Violence, blood and gore

Thoughts of suicide

Mentions of suicide

Self harm

Explicit language

Mental trauma

Horror elements

Feelings of being watched

NOTE: Your character will be pretending to have a disability (blindness), not because of a disorder but out of self preservation.

This list may be updated.

You are running away from your past. As you take a this new job, you're forced to confront it. What vices do you use to cope? Will you learn to rely on others or will your raven be your only source of comfort? Will you feel guilty for your lies? Yours will be a journey of self-forgiveness, or maybe you'll only fall deeper into despair.

Play as a man, woman, or non-binary. Gay, straight, or bi.

Plenty of customization options from physical appearance to clothes.

Φ Admos de Le Wren ─ Male | Draconian | Second-Born

Admos, the Dragon Lord of Auris, ascended to the throne following a devastating conflict with his father, bypassing his older brother's claim. This decision deepened the rift among his siblings. As he enters his fifth year as sovereign, Admos grapples with guilt and uncertainty about his role in the family's discord. Will you help him find clarity or fuel his doubts?

Φ Lyth/Lyari de Le Wren ─ Gender Selectable | Draconian | Tenth-Born

Ly took on the role of Viceroy/Vicereine in Auris and became their brother Admos's Right Hand, playing a vital part in the kingdom's recovery after a conflict with their father. However, an incident they triggered over a year and a half ago almost led to another war, casting doubt on their suitability for their position and their aid to their brother. Will you help Ly grapple with their past actions and uncertainties about their role as Viceroy/Vicereine, or will their internal conflicts remain unresolved?

Φ Leese/Lea van Laere ─ Gender Selectable | Human | Vampire

Born into nobility, Lee's life as the child of prominent figures in Lenia took an unexpected turn when they were turned into a vampire. Forced to leave their home, Lee now wrestles with their new identity, desperately seeking meaning in their existence and if it's worth maintaining.

Is Lee a monster consumed by instinct, or can you help them reclaim their humanity?

Φ Xiang Xiaowen/Xiaodan ─ Gender Selectable | Human

Xiao, an ambassador dispatched to Auris to aid the Dragon Lord in Council matters, fought hard to secure their role. Serving as an unofficial advisor, they frequently share insights to assist Admos. Yet their unwavering dedication to obtaining this position hints at a deeper motivation. Perhaps they will reveal it to you.

Φ Gabriel Duarte ─ Gender Selectable | Human

Assigned to you as an assistant of sorts, the recently knighted guard is searching for their place within the Order. Perhaps their new mission will set them on a path for glory, or sink them beneath the turmoils it takes to obtain.

Φ Hestia ─ She/They | Elf? | Witch

Even the most kind have their secrets.

Φ Elies de Le Wren — He/Him | Draconian | Exiled Prince

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Φ Harus Emery — He/Him | Half-Draconian Half-Human | Warden

Poly Routes: Lyth/Lyari and Gabriel | Leese/Lea and Gabriel | Xiaowen/Xiaodan and Hestia

Love Triangle: Admos and Elies (Note: Will not be resolved in poly. Don't overthink it.)

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WYE will always be free with chapters released once they are finished.

This is a planned trilogy.

Thank you for reading and for your support! ♥

[arminsumi]

OUR LAST SUMMER.

五夏 ⋅ reader

PART OF THE 2k SPECIAL: ur fave duos!!

NOTE: yuh this hurt to write 🥹 was solely inspired by that one abba song i'm ngl i listened to it one night and related it to satosugu and cried like a bitch

SUMMARY — You, Suguru and Satoru shared one summer of bliss before everything fell apart

WARNINGS — fluff to angst 👍, love triangle, i think it's gn reader but lmk if there's something not gn thank u!!

WORDCOUNT ≈ 1k

PLAY ME ♪ Our Last Summer

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

It had been a blisteringly hot summer. Sweat beaded at Suguru’s forehead. The sun forced Satoru’s eyes into a perpetual squint. And you took shelter in the shade of a palm tree – the two boys met you there, when they too decided to take shelter in the shade. The chemistry between you three was explosive, truly chemical; that one of a kind, once in a lifetime kind of friendship that blooms instantly like a timelapse of a flower, that artists and poets try their hand at capturing but mostly fail.

Beach walks were impossible at midday – the sand was so hot that it burned the soles of your feet. If you were riskily treading barefoot, then the boys would take turns carrying you. Satoru carried you bridal style. Suguru carried you on his back. The prior liked to pretend that he was going to throw you into the ocean (and he did a few times…) and the latter liked to steal romantic glances at you.

Come night, you three crammed together in one hotel room. Conversations, debates, arguments, flirting… those all easily carried past the midnight hour. Satoru was the first to pass out, but Suguru being the insomniac of the group managed to stay awake even longer with you. Usually, you fell asleep in the middle of expressing a thought to Suguru, and then woke up the next morning to two bleary blue eyes blinking awake on your left and abyssal black eyes blinking awake on your right. Satoru rolled on top of you and refused to let you leave bed. Suguru smiled and told him to stop crushing you to death.

Breakfasts were met with late attendance – thanks to Satoru taking his sweet time in the bathroom getting ready. Plates piled and spilled with hotel buffet food; Satoru’s plate consisted solely of sweet pastries. The custard Danishes were his favourite. The three of you broke down laughing at your inside joke about him being the custard Danish robber; the three of you couldn’t catch your breaths from how hard you laughed at your own stupid jokes. “He’s at it again!” Suguru snorted, body falling into yours, eyes reduced to strips of pure joy.

Butterflies liked Suguru for some reason. It was awful for him – he was terrified of butterflies, they really creeped him out. During walks around Okinawa, you struggled to keep up with the two giants; Satoru never missed a beat when walking in sync with his best friend. And he also never missed the opportunity to pick on your slowness or size. Suguru would patch up your bruised ego with a well-timed compliment.

When your holiday in Okinawa was drawing to a close, you three decided to cram as much exploration as possible into those three last days. Pulling all-nighters, stargazing, joking around, sharing secrets, kissing as friends until those kisses became something more. The final day of your holiday was spent ascending a hill that overlooked the glittering beaches. Such a picturesque view. One you didn’t dare to capture in a photograph, because that felt disrespectful. It was a beautiful landscape that deserved to live only in the rich world of your memories.

On that grassy hill, in that briny wind, you three thought that the present moment would never end. You held hands. You kissed. Your hands felt warm. Your lips felt tingly. They both looked at you meaningfully.

“Come back to Jujutsu High with us.” You didn’t hesitate to agree, a sparkle in your eyes. No one in your life had ever accepted you as a sorcerer until they came along.

Summer ended…

And the school year began.

In the far future, when you and Satoru would reminisce together as old Jujutsu High teachers to your students, you two would summarize your high school days with very specific memories.

“Remember when we always got caught making out in the classroom, and Yaga chased us down the corridors?”

“ – and we’d loiter around the vending machines. You know, Yuji, Satoru had such a bad sweet tooth even back then. And! He! Stole! My! Lunches! He was a menace!! Don’t deny it, Satoru.”

“What I stole from you in food I repaid in saving your ass. Remember when you almost died? No joke, Megumi, Y/n almost died during that Alleyway Incident – you know that one we talked about? Yeah, that was Y/n. Suguru and I were stronger than Y/n so we always helped – heyyy! I’m just telling the truth!”

“Who was Suguru?”

The smiles dropped from yours and Satoru’s faces. The color drained out of them, too. Just one little name, six little letters, devastated the atmosphere. That’s when the reminiscing ceased abruptly, and Satoru stood up and excused himself to a quiet place. You and him never cried together, only separately – except for on that day.

That day was the first and only day you and Satoru broke down sobbing into each other. Snot dribbled out of your noses. Your eyes puffed up. Your faces felt tightened with the dried tears.

“Suguru, don’t leave. Come back with us to Jujutsu High, we can sort all of this out.”

But he turned and walked away from you and Satoru, disappearing into the crowd of people. You yelled so loudly that you hurt your lungs, “Did our last summer mean nothing to you! What about the memories we’ve made at school together?! Suguru, don’t you walk away from us! Don’t – leave us behind, S-Suguru did it all mean nothing to you?!”

Just like that, three reduced to two. Just you and Satoru. Sat on the steps in heavy, impenetrable silence. Faces planted into your palms. Back curved because you had no energy to sit up straight after such an exhausting cry. You never thought you’d look into Satoru’s eyes and see no light. Over the years, he lightened up – especially when he became a teacher. But you could tell he masked his true expression; a deadpan. The real emotions were forcefully forgotten.

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Bittersweet - Jeon Wonwoo & Kim Mingyu

Synopsis: One let you go. You ended up going into the arm's of another, specifically his best friend.. Now, he was regretting every moment that you weren't by his side.

Inspiration: Bittersweet (feat. LeeHi) - Wonwoo & Mingyu

Pairing: Frat Boy!Jeon Wonwoo x fem reader x Frat President!Kim Mingyu

Angst - ex-lovers seeing each other for the first time in a long time, angst, jealous, friends to lovers, complicated love triangle

Word Count: 3.2k

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Mingyu was standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom. He was fixing his tie. He wasn't sure who he was dressing to impress tonight. Truth be told, he found a random date for tonight's winter formal from another brother. Something about how his date didn't want to be the only one in attendance? He asked some girl from the same sorority.

Looking at his reflection, he let out a puff of air. It all felt wrong. He was supposed to go with you. You were his girlfriend for the past year and half, dammit. How could he be so careless to let you slip through his fingers?

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You were walking across campus from your lecture. Every Wednesday night, you found yourself at the frat house. It has been routine for you since getting together with Mingyu. Thursday nights were reserved for chapter meetings, while Fridays and Saturdays were for parties, mixers, and other social obligations. Wednesdays were reserved for you before the chaos and the other days for recovery with you. Sometimes cleaning up larger messes.

The two of you met during orientation week. Not during your freshman year. The two of you were tabled next to each other, trying to entice the new students into joining your respective organizations.

Mingyu accidentally hip-checked your table. It caused the photo display to fall over and flyers to scatter throughout the quad. He quickly apologized before chasing around the papers getting blown in the wind for you. You thought he was the most adorable person you met.

A year and a half later, you guys have been going steady. Both of you lived very busy lives but always seemed to find time for one another. He always made you a priority. That was one of the reasons why Mingyu gave you a key to the fraternity house. All the brothers not only respected you but they loved having you around. They also were happy to see their president happy.

You unlocked the front door with the key. Once the door was unlocked, you pushed it open. You glanced towards the coat rack, seeing Mingyu's leather jacket hung up. You smiled now you got confirmation he was home. You noticed the array of shoes thrown around. A few you recognized, but there were a few you didn't. Maybe one of the guys has a girl over or something?

You decided to go see for your golden retriever boyfriend. You were sure wherever you and Mingyu were heading to, you would end up coming back here at the end of the night. Seeing that Mingyu wasn't anywhere in sight downstairs, he was either upstairs or down in the makeshift gym.

Quietly, you ascended upstairs towards Mingyu's room. On the way up, you passed by Wonwoo's room who had the door slightly open. You glanced by, seeing he had his headphones on and was playing a video game. He was always so quiet around you but so gentle. You were grateful for friends like him for Mingyu.

Standing outside of Mingyu's door at the end of the hall, you didn't hear much. Maybe he was taking a nap?

You knocked three times on the door. Something you always did to identify yourself behind a closed door. When you got no response, you figured he was actually asleep or maybe had headphones on as he studied. The fraternity house and its brothers could get rather rowdy.

When you didn't get an answer, you twisted the doorknob and pushed it open. The room was dark. The light from out in the hallway provided enough for you to see what was going on.

God, do you wish you never ventured upstairs.

The further you ventured into the room, the more you could see what was in front of you. A woman with long blonde hair was lying in bed. Her back was towards you, topless. Mingyu had his arms wrapped around her. Both of them were asleep.

Your heart shattered in two.

Instead of making a large scene, you decided to step out of the room completely. You closed the door gently, not wanting to disturb the two. All you wanted in that moment was to get out of this house as quickly as possible.

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Mingyu had no idea you even saw him. He knew what he did was wrong, he was ashamed of himself. Even disgusted. Later that afternoon, he woke up to texts from you.

You could have at least told me you wanted to see other people rather than me finding you in bed with another woman. We're done. Key is on the kitchen table.

He wanted to run after you that day, but he just couldn't. He hurt you. Mingyu had no right to come begging for forgiveness. All he could do was acknowledge the hurt he caused and move on with his life.

Little did he know, you had turned into the arms of his best friend, Jeon Wonwoo.

Now, Wonwoo didn't like to eavesdrop. It was never his intention. He always had his gaming headphones on standby the moment you entered the room next door. He heard the squeaking of the floor as you walked past, instantly recognizing your light footsteps compared to the stomps of his housemates.

Wonwoo's always had a little crush on you. The two of you met when Mingyu decided to introduce you to everyone. Unlike girls Mingyu has been with before, there was something different about you. You took the time to introduce yourself to each member, which Wonwoo was impressed by. Usually, most girls keep quiet and let Mingyu do the talking. He was brought in by your warm personality.

He also quickly learned why Mingyu had fallen for you. You were someone that always liked to lend a helping out, so your kindness was genuine. It was not just a way to charm people upon first interactions. You were always willing to lend a hand out around the fraternity house, something you were never obligated to do. Yet, you always wanted to make it known how grateful you were for the boys for hosting and wanting to return the favor.

You were also breathtaking. You could be so angelic yet the ideas that Wonwoo had in his mind were a bit darker. It didn't help that some nights he did in fact hear you over his headphones. He sometimes found himself eyeing your lips, wondering what it would be like to be against his, to feel them on him. Your smile made him smile, even on the days he wanted to crawl to his room and isolate himself. You were the sunshine of his life.

God, he envious of Mingyu.

He was anticipating to hear you move into the interior of Mingyu's room but for a while, it was silent. The hinges on Mingyu's bedroom door sounded but they didn't close. He didn't hear either your voice or his best friend's. Deciding to investigate, he saw you slowly close the door. One hand resting on the door itself while you pulled, as if you didn't want to disturb him. That's weird. Maybe Mingyu was sleeping, but why is she leaving? She always stayed.

Slowly, Wonwoo eased out of the room to evaluate what was going on. Maybe he could keep you company until Mingyu comes back from class?

Once you turned towards him, he was at full attention. You jumped, not expecting to see anyone in the house since it was the middle of the day. Let alone you weren't expecting to run into Mingyu's best friend. Wonwoo noticed the tears starting to fill your hypnotic eyes. His urge to protect, to take care of you taking over. "He's cheating on me, Wonwoo," you whispered. You were almost in disbelief yourself. Sure, you've had the occasion lover's spat, but didn't every couple? You always believed Mingyu was too good to be true. Looks like you were right.

Just hearing your statement caused Wonwoo's heart to break for you but his anger also to boil. How could Mingyu be so stupid? Any best friend might jump to the defense of their friend, but Wonwoo couldn't. Not when it looked like you were falling apart. His priority was you.

Without thinking about it, Wonwoo's arms opened up to you. You were a bit hesitant at first, not knowing if there would be ramifications for seeking comfort in the arms of your now-ex boyfriend's best friend, one of his fraternity brothers. Yet, Wonwoo has always been extremely kind to you. You instantly went into his arms, your face burying into his shoulder where you finally let your tears fall. You hated to cry in front of people, not wanting to be seen as weak.

"Come on, let's get you out of here."

That afternoon turned into a whole night with Wonwoo. He spent as much time as you wanted with him. To Wonwoo, he would spend all day every day with you if allowed. You guys went out for a drive first, sensing you just needed the space to breathe and feel your emotions. Staying in the fraternity house was not an option especially since you were trying to make your great escape.

Wonwoo drove you two around for about an hour. That was when you began to confide in Wonwoo what happened. Maybe you felt comforted by the fact Wonwoo had to stay focus on driving, so you could let more tears fall without him watching you. Maybe it was the fact it was Wonwoo, someone who was a great listener that allowed you to speak freely.

One thing for sure though, Wonwoo was grateful you two weren't at the fraternity house. Mingyu would definitely be in the hospital now for the distress he caused you.

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It's been now 3 months since Mingyu had see any sign of you.

"So, who are you even bringing for tonight? I know you're not the type to steal someone's date," Mingyu overheard Seungcheol ask Wonwoo.

Ever since you left his world, Mingyu has felt blue. And it was his own wrongdoing. What made matters worse is that he felt his friendship with Wonwoo, his friend since Day 1, start to dissolve. He couldn't put his finger on why.

"Oh trust me, I've only got eyes for one thing and that's making sure my date is having the best night."

All the guys gathered in the foyer of the house cheered and whistled at Wonwoo's response. Mingyu was stood at the top of the staircase, keeping his presence unknown for now. His eyebrows furrowed together as he let the commotion downstairs sink in. Wonwoo was interested in someone? Since when? He felt like he didn't even know his best friend anymore.

Everyone was waiting for their dates to appear as the party bus would be taking everyone to the formal. Seungcheol's date already arrived for the evening, as well as Vernon's. Mingyu's date said that she would be running late.

Ding dong.

Mingyu's head picked up towards the door. Maybe she was here already? Mingyu fixed the blazer he was wearing as he began to walk down the stairs but he froze when he saw movement from his peripheral. He noticed Wonwoo appear and head towards the door, opening it was ease. I mean, it could have been Wonwoo's date after all? He was intrigued to know who this mystery girl could be.

"You know, you still should have let me come pick you up," Wonwoo laughed. He sounded happy which made Mingyu feel good. But he couldn't quite make out who he was speaking to, both being unable to hear and see due to Wonwoo's structure. It was clear that his date was shorter.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, honey," Wonwoo said. Maybe his date was more than just a date? "Thank you, baby," the feminine voice said.

Yet, it sounded so familiar to Mingyu. Was it someone fro class? One of the sorority girls that often mixed with? Mingyu tried is best to know everyone he interacted with, always wanting to be polite. He was getting more impatient by the second that passed without a reveal.

Wonwoo's arm wrapped around you, leading you inside. Once Wonwoo turned around, Mingyu's world came crumbling down. The guys gathered gasp once Wonwoo led you inside and out of the cold.

Y/n. Y/n is Wonwoo's date?

Mingyu felt his blood run cold. How could this be happening? Since when were you talking to Wonwoo? Since when did Wonwoo ever have any interest in you? Was this the reason why Wonwoo was no longer speaking to him?

All the guys seemed overjoyed both see Wonwoo happy but also to see you. Often, whispers of how the guys missed seeing you around filled the halls of the house. It drove Mingyu furious knowing he was at fault for your disappearance. He couldn't blame you for no longer wanting to show face around the fraternity. But his brothers also missing you served as a reminder how badly he messed up. "Y/n, you're radiating!" "Wonwoo, how the fuck did you manage to get y/n?" "It's so good to see you again! Are you and Wonwoo official? Are you the girl he's been sneaking off to?"

You giggled as you glanced up at Wonwoo, a smile on your lips. Mingyu shattered as he saw you rest your hand on his chest, running it up and down. Just like you used to do for him. Wonwoo wore the widest grin before pushing his glasses up the bridge of his noise, making sure to keep his arm around you. You guys were so in love. God, I think I'm going to be sick.

Mingyu didn't dare want to hear the response Wonwoo was about to say. He tried moving back upstairs, but the squeak of the wooden staircase gave him away. Damn this old house! The conversation stopped and all eyes immediately went towards him, following the sound of the noise.

He slowly looked over from his position on the staircase. Mingyu wanted to be angry at Wonwoo for getting close to you, for filling in his space in your life. He saw the way you stuck to Wonwoo's side, almost hiding yourself from Mingyu.

Buzz buzz.

Mingyu's phone vibrated from his pants pocket. He couldn't even address everyone as he used his phone going off to distract him. At least he could think of the right things to say.

"Hey Gyu, I'm so sorry to do this last minute. I gotta cancel.. came down with the stomach bug. I'll make it up to you"

Fucking great.

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The whole ride to the formal was tortuous for Mingyu. He sat on one end of the party bus while you and Wonwoo occupied another section. Several bodies were in between the two of you, but Mingyu still had a good view of you.

Everyone was chatting, catching up and getting to know each other. Especially the girls in attendance, as for many this was the first time meeting. Most people were enjoying the drinks provided by the bus company. Music was playing which drowned out most of the conversations happening except for those immediately to your side.

Wonwoo was to your left side, your body leaning into his a bit. Not once during the whole ride, unless someone spoke directly to Wonwoo, did his eyes leave you. He looked at you like you were his whole world. And he gets it. To Mingyu, you are just as precious. He just never thought he'd witness this love tragedy of his best friend falling for his girl.

You wore wearing a dark blue dress that stopped short at your thighs. You crossed your legs, so your right thigh was resting on top of your left. It caused your dress to hike up, exposing more of your leg. Mingyu swallowed the lump that suddenly formed in his throat. Absolute torture.

Someone cleared the their throat beside Mingyu before a sharp jab to the ribs.

Mingyu let out a small groan before eyes went blazing to the person next to him. Seungcheol put his arms in defense. "Dude, I'm just looking out for you. You're staring."

With a raised eyebrow, Mingyu looked back over to you. But instead of your eyes, he was met with Wonwoo giving him a death stare. You had your head turned, speaking to Vernon's date while Wonwoo looked like he was ready to rip off Mingyu's head. Oh fuck.

Wonwoo's gaze eased up as he kissed your head lingeringly. He untangled his arm from your hold just so he could slip his jacket off of himself, placing it on your lap to cover your exposed legs. His head ducked down to whisper into your ear. Mingyu clenched his jaw, wondering what on Earth could be spewing out of his best friend's mouth. Whatever it was, it pleased you as you pecked his lips.

That seemed to snap Mingyu back into reality. Were you guys actually dating? Did he lose you forever? While he's been enjoying the view of you, it was quickly ripped away coming to realize that you might actually be Wonwoo's girl, not just the date for the evening.

I have to win her back.

The music died down as the party bus came to a stop. The doors slowly opened, showing that we arrived at our destination. People began to filter out. Wonwoo helped you ease up, taking his jacket from your lap to wrap it around your shoulders. His hands quickly made sure your dress covered your completely. His eyes glanced back at Mingyu. Wonwoo was seeing red. And Mingyu knew that.

Mingyu waited for everyone to leave the party bus before disembarking himself. Maybe he was waiting for his death sentence from Wonwoo, sensing that he was becoming public enemy #1 in the eyes of his former his best friend.

He couldn't help but wonder how you saw him. Did you believe you two could get back together? Did you also see him as the devil? Or did Mingyu have a chance at winning you back?

After getting enough courage, Mingyu began to make his way out of the party bus. He thanked the bus driver before slipping a tip to him. He jogged down the steps just to see Wonwoo with you. Your body was half hidden behind Wonwoo who was staring him down.

"I don't know what the fuck your deal is, Mingyu, but knock it off." "I'm not the one who got together with their best friend's girl." "And I'm not the one who cheated on her. It's not my fault you're just now coming to your senses after not trying to even apologize. Just stay away from us."

All Mingyu could do was nod. Or else he would have punched Wonwoo right in the face. And seeing that this was a fraternity event, he was not about to let his anger get the best of him.

Satisfied, Wonwoo turned back towards you. His hand rested on your lower back as he began leading you into the venue.

What took Mingyu by surprise was when you looked back at him. He couldn't quite read your expression. You were at least acknowledging him as you looked back over your shoulder at your ex lover, just as your new lover was escorting you away.

This was going to be an interesting evening.

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What Kind Of Man

Gale x F! Tav

(AA break up series part 6)

18+ masturbation (f!), voyeurism, depictions of trauma/abuse, jealousy, love triangle dynamics (kinda), telepathy, tenderness, breast worship (f!), fingering (f!), coming in pants (m!), p-in-v, Gale being the sweetest man alive

The Ascendant watching her every move, Tav is more than happy to see her favorite wizard. With crimson eyes following, he plans to show her an intimate day out, possibly more...

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Her eyes were first drawn to the open window, then searched her neck with urgent fingers.

Only the healing bite.

A great swell of joy in her chest.

It had worked.

A stupid and risky test, she knew, but she had to be sure.

Well, the fact that she woke up in Jaheira's spare room and not the Crimson Castle was enough proof. But still.

Except that also meant...

She felt between her legs and was met with telltale wetness.

Her dream had been real too.

She wanted to be much more incensed than she was, heat crawling to her cheeks. But her body had been nothing but traitorous lately.

She could still smell him on the sheets, and shamefully brought them to her face, breathing in deeply.

This wasn't going to go away until she gave in to it, was it?

Her hand trailed down her front, meeting the slick he had already pulled from her.

She closed her eyes and fell into her mind, the heady scent of him wrapping around her.

Her memory took over, her hand pantomiming his movements. How he would thread the pleasure from her before, when he still loved her. Or did a convincing facade of it.

Since all that had passed in her years of captivity, she had come to cast doubts. Had it been one long trick? Surely not. Surely...

Suddenly aware of eyes on her she looked to the window. A raven was watching her far too intently.

Oh it was going to be like this then?

She stared back, hand still working. Her eyes a mix of defiance and desire.

She arched her back up, eyes closing again. Knowing he was watching making her need it more. Angling her leg up, the sheet falling away. Her brow furrowing in concentrated pleasure. Nearly there.

One more memory shot across the theater of her closed eyes. His lidded crimson eyes staring up from between her legs. Pale hands gripping her open thighs, the veins taut, knuckles white. The deep moan that he had pushed into her.

She crested over the edge, writhing under her own hand. Gasping out. The delicious ache in her pelvis clenching down into waves of pleasure that pulsed out into her whole body.

Her head fell back, panting. Looking over to the window again to see that the raven was now standing on the dresser. It's wide black eyes boring into her.

"Cute," She chided, sitting up. "You haven't seemed interested in my needs in a long time. Thought voyeurism would be below you, Lord Ancunin."

She stood and reached for the dress Jaheira had draped over the back of the side chair.

"If you're going to watch me fuck myself at least have the decency to show your face."

The raven bristled at that and glared at her with too human of anger. It took off out the window with a few hard flaps of its wings.

She felt a petty thrill in her chest. Went to the window and latched it shut and pulled the curtains decisively.

Fuck you too.

She descended down the stairs, smoothing her hands down the soft linen. She hadn't worn a dress in years, but this one did suit her. A deep royal blue, a sweetheart neckline held up by thin straps, one surprisingly high slit up the side. Falling to her ankles.

"Jaheira," She called as she turned the corner down to the next landing. "Where did you even get thi-"

A familiar back was at the foyer, laughing at Fig's antics. Soft waves of dark hair, wide shoulders hugged in a deep purple tunic.

"Gale?" She asked, pure shock striking her face.

"And there she is," He called, turning to her. A wide smile beaming across his face. "The woman of the hour."

Completely overcome she wrapped her arms hard around his neck, leaping up into him. Wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Oh, my!" He laughed, off balance for a second but catching them both. Supporting her under her thighs. "What a warm welcome!"

"He insisted on coming to check that his magic had worked." Jaheira mock teased, smiling warmly at them.

"Guilty as charged." He laughed, leaning into her. One hand coming up to wrap around her back.

Quietly so only she could hear. "Are you okay?"

She nodded in the crook of his neck.

I'm so glad the magic held. This magic works on both of us.

He was speaking to her inside her mind, a warm feeling that caressed along the back of her skull.

"Well, Jaheira. Since the spell has been a success, I think some celebration is in order."

He patted her thigh playfully. "What do you say? Up for a little day trip?"

She released and landed gracefully on her feet. "A what?"

"Ah, don't tell me you've already forgotten the simple joys of this world. I have such a day planned!"

"Go on, cub. You're safe in the walls, I swear it." Jaheira urged with a knowing smirk.

Tav gave into a cheeky smile, biting her lip.

"Okay, you win." She looped her arm in his.

"Excellent." He sighed, a radiant smile lighting his face.

I've missed you.

They walked around Lower City, stopping in shops and chatting happily with one another. Both aware of many sets of eyes, man and animal alike, tracking them as they walked.

Their spoken conversation was light and playful, but the words shared between their minds held more weight.

If I had known... if I had stayed. Gods, Tav, I'm so sorry.

She squeezed his arm, pointing out a shop up the road.

No, you deserve to live your own life, Gale. I'm so proud of you for carving your own path. You're here now, and I'm so grateful.

She felt a great thrum of elation course from him, sending a shiver down her back.

Would this have been what sharing his blood would have been like? Surely not. She could not see him sharing anything like this with her. It would still be her, alone in her mind. But with a psionic collar around her neck.

You're drifting again. The kindness in his tone washed over her.

I know, I'm sorry. All of this has consumed my thoughts for months now.

Of course it has. That was no accusation.

But he knew she already knew.

You deserve a break, I think we can try. If just for a while.

The tears forming in her eyes juxtaposed to the playful conversation they upheld on the outside. His hand coming up to subtly stabilize her on her lower back. Asking the shopkeep how much for another dress without missing a beat.

They stepped back out onto the street, a small paper bag on her curved arm.

Can you see all of my thoughts? She asked.

No, only what you want to show me.

Did she want to show him? She fidgeted with the edge of the bag. Decided, yes. She needed to share this.

Can I show you? The unspoken context reaching him in the grip of terror that held her belly.

He led them to under the canopy of a tree, pulling her gently to sit with him. Wrapping his arm loosely around her waist.

Show me.

She took a sharp breath in and opened her mind to him.

All the years, the longing, the grief, the fear. Flashes of pale hands, the bite of metal, his voice cutting and bellowing. The endless cold nights buckled on the floor, frigid water holding her knees. The days he would seem to 'forgive' her, taking her back into his embrace. That those nights hurt far worse than the punishment, the cold. Never lasting.

It all flowed from her in a great vicious stream. She cut it off as the pain soon got too overwhelming.

He gripped her back, his breath gasping. Eyes screwed shut. Face cringing in pain.

I'm sorry, that was too much. She reached out and softly stroked his cheek.

His eyes opened, staring into her in abject horror. Mouth held open in unspoken words.

"Tav, I had no idea. That it was that bad. I-"

She shook her head, wiping away a tear that escaped his warm brown eyes.

"Isn't it mad, that I considered staying?" She sighed, finally admitting it to herself.

I loved him too much.

Gale leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers. Holding her upper arms in both hands.

Not speaking by mouth or mind but enveloping her in his warmth, a deep consoling wave that encircled her entirely.

She was so lost in it that she didn't feel a shadow fall over them.

"Well, what a surprise."

Like a phantom pulled from her unleashed memory, his voice sent a shock of terror through her.

She felt a deep rage radiate from Gale, but his face remained impartial.

"Ah, the Lord Ancunin. How strange, seeing you slumming in the Lower City."

Astarion sneered, hand coming to rest on his hip. Draped in fineries far too extravagant for this meeting. Examining his fingernails like this was the most disinteresting thing in the world.

"Well, it would do no good to remain impartial to the affairs of those less fortunate." Each of his words a pointed bite. Veiled threats under each inflection.

Gale stood, his hand leading her up as well. Subtly standing in front of her.

"And what brings you to this street, so early in the morning? Surely not idle gossip." There was a veiled goading in his voice.

What are you doing?

He can't touch us. You're safe.

She could feel it then washing over her, he was trying to make him angry. Jealous.

This was a bad idea, but she couldn't deny the petty satisfaction that flitted through her.

Gale felt it too, a sly smile dancing along his lips.

"Well, I heard," Astarion's voice cutting more. "That my dear old friend Gale was back in town. And with my consort on his arm. Strange, isn't it?" His words still measured, but his eyes flaring with anger.

"Truly. Considering that Tav is her own person. Shoddy informants you've got there."

Astarion smiled like a knife, his eyes sliding over to her.

She stared back, standing tall. Unwavering.

"Unless you want something more Your Highness, Gale and I are going to be off."

A wave of pride from Gale washed over her. He placed his hand on the small of her back again, smiling down at her like she rose the sun.

She could practically feel a wave of heat coming off of Astarion when his hand touched her back. Breathing hard through his nose.

"Well, old friend. As my lovely companion has said, we simply must be off." Turning to fully face her, as if the rage shaken shadow glaring them down wasn't important. "Shall we?"

Come back with me to my tower?

She smiled back up at him, his brown eyes all she needed to see.

"Let's."

He pulled her close, bracing her. Turning to wave at Astarion, and with a snap of his fingers, they were gone.

When they rematerialized in front of a warm fireplace she laughed.

"Oh Gods, that was incredibly risky." She tried to chide, but only laughed harder.

"I know, I know. I'm a petty man." He smiled. "I just wanted to put him in his place, just one time."

He held her face so softly. "I'm so proud of you, that was a lot of courage you showed back there."

She leaned into his hand, closing her eyes.

Can we keep talking like this? She asked.

It felt more intimate, and she was craving that.

Of course. He smiled down at her.

I was so afraid for so long. It feels good to be brave.

Looking up into his eyes.

He smiled down at her. Bravery is not the absence of fear. It is feeling the fear and pushing past it. The fear is the strength.

His fingers tracing her cheek. You are the bravest person I know, Tav. It's an honor to know you, to share time with you.

She leaned up, overcome. Sliding her lips into his.

She felt his surprise, then a deep desire pulling over him.

He kissed back with restrained passion. Cupping her face, moaning softly.

She gripped the front of his tunic, pushing her need into him. She wanted to be lost. To feel held again.

He felt her desire and led her down onto the plush rug, his warm hands exploring her.

He kissed at her neck, his stubble scratching her in the best way. Fingers pulling on the strap of her dress in question.

She pushed her approval into him.

Please, more.

He groaned in the back of his throat, pulling the straps down. Her breasts springing free.

She opened her legs and urged him further between them.

He sucked and kissed at the tender skin of her throat. Sending deep pleasure through her, radiating down between her legs.

She opened her mind to him again, showing him the feelings he was sending through her.

He moaned, shivering against her.

She directed his head down, telling him where she needed him.

He nodded, breathing heavily. Kissing along her clavicle, the curve of the top of her breast.

When his mouth finally reached her peak, she choked out a moan. Head falling back.

Her hips thrusted up with the rhythm of his tongue. Whimpering in the back of her throat, his pulsing wet strokes playing her like a harp.

When he nibbled down on the hard mound, she twisted under him. A panting cry leaving her lips.

She directed his hand to the slit in her dress, urging.

He nearly growled, fingers pushing under the fabric. Finding her bare cunt with a deep groan.

Both of them were beyond words, but she could feel his strike of pleasure at her lack of underclothes.

He pushed into her clit with his fingers in small questioning circles. Searching for the rhythm she needed.

She showed his hand the way with her mind, the buttons that made her scream.

He took to it immediately, the fast circular strokes already committed to his movements. She cried out, the perfect agony making her hips rise.

His mouth still worshipping her breasts, suckling hard circles into her engorged peaks. Hand gripping her hip, keeping her squirming body in place.

His long fingers plunging into her, curling up. Thumb rubbing hard into her clit.

Gods he was good, a fast learner.

She was a writhing mess beneath him, panting and mewling. Gripping his upper arm, his back. Digging her nails in.

She was so close, her limbs tingling in warning.

Opening her mind to him again, so he could ride it out with her.

Her body arched up, a strangled scream in her throat. It crashed over her in suffocating waves. The most devine drowning, ripping up through her pelvis and pulling the whole world down from her. There was nothing but this, an endless crashing ecstasy. She gripped onto him like a lifeline. Her mouth open, the water rushing in.

She felt him be overcome by it, gasping and shaking over her. Felt his own release, the heat radiating up from his pelvis. A deep pull from behind his navel, the wrenching pleasure as he spilled inside his trousers. Moaning out her name.

They both collapsed, their limbs tangled into each other. Breathing in a heaving tandem.

He held onto her, lifting under her thighs. Lifting her against his chest and walking her to the bed.

"Oh, there was a bed there?" She smiled, embarrassed.

He laughed. "I didn't want to spoil the moment."

He layed her back gently. Pulling his soiled clothes off, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

"Can you do mine too?" She asked, breath caught at the sight of him. Turning so he could get to the zipper.

He pulled it down and lifted the dress off of her with sure hands.

He leaned forward and kissed at the curve of her neck, pulling her hair over her shoulder.

You are so beautiful. A goddess in the flesh.

She smiled, pulling his hands around her front. Leading them to cup her breasts.

He groaned in the back of his throat, straddled around her back. Kneading her gently in his large hands. His length hardening against the base of her spine.

I want you inside me. She whispered to him.

He had seen that she hadn't taken another man in her since him. The prospect always too painful.

He paused, could feel his deep desire mixed with concerned apprehension.

You're sure?

Yes. I trust you. Please take him out of me.

He held her to him, burying his face into her shoulder. All his warmth pouring into her like a breath she breathed with him.

She turned and pulled him over her, kissing him as he braced himself next to her head.

A blue light began to swirl around them in heady circles.

She looped her ankles around his lower back, pulling him down to her. Moaning into their kiss as his length rubbed against her clit.

He panted into the kiss, pulling back to look at her with heavy lidded eyes.

She nodded, arcing her fingernails through his hair. Feeling the trail of pleasure that it left along his head.

He aligned below her and with one last look of adoration, slowly pushed inside her.

She closed her eyes, head falling back. Her body already gripping him, pulling him further in.

He hissed through his teeth, bracing his hand next to her waist. A gentle tremor pulling through him. Pushing until they were flush with one another.

He paused, giving both of them time to adjust.

He opened his mind to her, showing her how her cunt felt around him. A tight velvet heat, the ridges of muscle. How her come from earlier had slipped him inside with welcome.

"Wow," She marveled quietly.

"Yeah," He laughed reverently.

She then felt the overwhelming gratefulness he sent to her. For allowing him this, for trusting him.

"Please fuck me, Gale." She whispered.

He slowly began to thrust into her, head falling onto her chest. Already overcome.

She felt so full, arching her hips up to meet him. His cock sliding against the spot that made her see white.

"Oh Gods," She whimpered, holding his face to hers. Kissing him in short desperate pulses.

The slow pace was perfect, her body warming up. Trying to stay here, in this moment.

A flash of a pale hand holding her throat.

She gasped, freezing.

Gale willed her eyes to his. Holding her chin gently.

You're here. You're safe. You're right here with me.

She forced her mind back, his deep brown eyes an anchor.

She kissed him again, a small whimper in the back of her throat.

He melded into the kiss, hand coming down to rub into her clit.

She moaned into him, the fullness, the stroke into her g-spot, the working of his hands. Sending her nearer and nearer.

His pleasure washed over her, from his body and from what he was doing for her. The pleasure for her being the more powerful of the two.

Her head falling back, she broke away from the kiss, her legs starting to shake. Her second undoing about to unfold inside her.

"Oh Gods," She cried, fisting the sheets as it struck. Clenching down hard, the pleasure taking her apart. Back arching up. He took her peak into his mouth as her chest came up, sending another wave through her. Nearly shrieking, gripping his back so hard, she was sure she was drawing blood.

He spilled inside her, her orgasm pulling him hard into his own end. He moaned low and fast as her contractions wrenched him for all he was worth. His face twisting up in deep pleasure.

He panted into her, both of them still joined. Slowing. She softly scratched up and down his back. He nearly purred, head resting on her chest.

"Please stay the night." He murmured, holding her to him.

"Of course." She whispered, carding through his hair, pulling it from his face.

He was asleep on her in minutes.

She woke with arms around her. An unfamiliar feeling. The night before feeling like the most beautiful dream.

She turned in his arms, looking deeply at him.

Hair all mussed, mouth slightly open. Those sweet brown eyes closed, long lashes.

She leaned up and kissed him softly. A deep adoration and gratitude holding her heart.

She gave him two more, for good luck, then maneuvered carefully out of his arms.

She slipped back into her dress, folding the one he had bought for her carefully over her arm. Regretted not trying it on for him.

She looked over at him one last time and felt a great longing.

Picking up a small lock of her hair she braided it and tied it with the ribbon from the gift wrap on the dress. Cutting it with a pair of scissors on his desk and leaving it next to him.

Thank you, Gale. I'll see you again, soon.

She saw him smile in his sleep, turning over onto his back.

She slipped her boots on as she retreated from his chambers. The little Tressym appraising her warmly from the banister.

"Hi Tara, can you send me back to the Selune Outpost? There's someone I need to see."

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Part 7

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The Consort ₊⁺જ⁀➴

NSWF | Explicit 18+ | Angst | Blood | Ascended Astarion | Spawn Tav | Dark | Smut | Trauma | Stockholm Syndrome | Violence

Ascended Astarion x fem Tav

Chapter: 5 | Worship me

Summary: In a tumultuous tale of love, power, and betrayal, Tav finds herself entangled in a complex relationship with Astarion, a heartless vampire lord who will stop at nothing to maintain control over his newfound spawn. As Tav witnesses Astarion’s transformation and descent into darkness, their love is put to the ultimate test amidst love triangles, drama, and the pursuit of world domination. Redemption seems like an elusive goal while Tav grapples with the realization of who her lover has truly become.

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Notes: Spicy chapter ahead! And new photo :] Ofc taken by @astarionposting, it’s so moody and I love it. That’s all. Enjoy the read :*

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The night was young, and Astarion was relishing in the connections he was making with powerful individuals. He knew the importance of these relationships for his reputation.

However, his mood soured as several noblemen showed more interest in Tav. Multiple men were approaching her for dances, marriage proposals, and dates. Astarion’s jealousy grew at an all-time high with the attention Tav was attracting.

Rightfully so, Astarion knew Tav would easily capture people's hearts just as she did his.

Just then, a nobleman with a prim and prissy appearance sauntered over. His eyes gleamed with a lustful gaze as he took Tav’s hand, bringing it to his lips. “My dear, you are absolutely stunning,” he said, his words made Tav squirm uncomfortably, clutching onto the drink in her other hand.

She felt increasingly awkward and nervous while the nobleman continued to hold her hand, his touch unwelcome. Just then, Astarion came at her side, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close to him. He shot a deadly glare at the prissy man, his eyes filled with anger.

Unfazed by Astarion he chuckled, "Is this weasel being a brood on you? I can offer you a helping hand." He winked.

Tch.

How dare this rat-faced man blatantly disrespect her and Astarion like that? Without a thought more, Tav threw her drink at him, splashing it all over his face.

And he must've seen red just by the way his snaggle tooth snarled at her.

“Forgive me, I didn’t realize I was such a damsel in distress,” Tav muttered, rolling her eyes and ripping her hand away from this random man.

Astarion was quick to retaliate with a sharp remark, "Of course, another royal who has little to no brain. She's mine."

He wiped the drink off his face with his sleeve, and his eyes had gone red from the alcohol. The man took a step closer and challenged Astarion with glaring eyes and balled fists. "Are you trying to pick a fight with me, pretty boy?"

Astarion clicked his tongue with a small giggle escaping his lips. How amusing this was. Actually, Astarion knew about this particular nobleman and his sneaky hobbies.

"I'd hurry along and do whatever pathetic thing you were doing. The Amaru family wouldn’t take kindly to learning about their son’s dirty intrusions into their business deals to feed his brothel obsession."

The man fell quiet and blinked a few times. With a soured face, he huffed at Astarion before backing off, not a word more. Astarion then squeezed Tav's waist and smiled.

In a fit of anger, the man stumbled over his own feet, falling over with the loudest thud in the room.

Astarion’s lips cracked into a smirk, satisfied with the embarrassing look on the man’s face, "See, when you talk to the right people, you get the right blackmail."

Tav chuckled at his cockiness, wrapping her arms around his bicep. She squeezed Astarion’s arms and batted those crystal eyes at him. There was a deep sense of protection with Astarion.

To feel important and wanted.

He admired her pearl eyes with a loving stare. His gaze lingered before trailing down to the soft glow cast on her breasts. A sly smirk spread across Astarion's face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Tav's ear, and leaned in close, whispering seductively, “Fancy a bit of excitement?”

Tav’s face flushed at his words, turning her head side to side to scope out any on-lookers. “Here?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Astarion nodded confidently, a stupid grin plastered on his face. “I’ll find us a private spot, shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Tav returned his smirk with a cheeky grin of her own. She was still achey from the other night when he left her untouched. This was exciting, daring, and...sexy.

She bit her bottom lip, her adrenaline pumping. “Well then, what are you waiting for?”

Tav reached out for his hand, clutching it tightly in her shaky hands. Her adrenaline was kicking in and Astarion was already leading her away from the party’s crowd.

A mischievous glint danced in Astarion’s eyes as he guided her through the hallways of the grand estate, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

They passed by several closed doors until Astarion stopped at one and began jiggling the handle. With a soft click, the door swung open. It seemed to be an office with a desk sitting in the corner, papers scattered across its surface.

Astarion flashed Tav a sly grin before swiftly pulling her into the room, their laughter mingling in the air.

In a swift motion, he lifted Tav up by her thighs, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as she giggled. Their eyes met in a silent understanding between them for a moment as they leaned in for a searing kiss.

The room was soon filled with the sound of their kisses and heavy breathing. Tav slipped her tongue with his in a sloppy dance of desperation.

Astarion leaned over the desk and sat Tav perfectly with her legs spread wide open for him. She threaded her fingers through his white locs with a tug.

Astarion’s piercing gaze met Tav’s, and he leaned in to capture her lips. It was rough and sloppy, their tongues danced and their fangs clashed with each other.

Tav wrapped her hand around the waistband of Astarion's pants, tugging his already-hardened bulge closer.

Astarion pulled away, a seductive glint in his red stare, "Can't help yourself...I'm not surprised."

Tav purred in a sultry voice, "Not with you...not ever."

Astarion pressed kisses down Tav’s neck, causing her to kick her head back as his canines nipped at her skin. He continued to press his lips down to her breasts while his hand trailed up her thigh.

With a swift movement, he moved Tav’s panties aside and dipped his fingers into her wet warmth. Tav arched her back as his touch perfectly rubbed around her clit.

Astarion brought his mouth to Tav's ear, biting her ear lobe in a breathy tone, "Spread your legs, darling, That's it - Wider."

Obeying, her legs widened with a shaky twitched of excitement.

Only Astarion could make me feel this way.

Moans flowed out her mouth in a perfect melody that had Astarion working his best at her clit, rubbing in gentle smooth circles. His lips kissed and bit at her jawline, dampening her skin with his heavy breaths.

Tav's ankles quivered in bliss with moans full of desperation. His fingers coated in her wet slick and it drove him mad.

He lifted her dress, leaning over between Tav's legs, and spitting on her clit. His fingers instantly coated her folds in his saliva before thrusting 2 fingers into her. Astarion caught Tav's gasp into a kiss, fucking his fingers in and out of her roughly.

A loud whimpered muffled between his lips while her hips crashed against his hand.

"Keep moaning, that's it."

His fingers pumped in and out of her and Tav clutched onto Astarion’s arm, her head hanging back with her lips parted. Cries sweetly slipped out of Tav's mouth, "I-I don't want to cum without you inside me."

A demand? Maybe.

But a plea? Certainly.

"Very well, pet. You deserve it." he purred.

Tav felt the warmth of his fingers pull out of her as Astarion unbuckled his pants, sliding down each layer until his length sprung up.

She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. She felt a sudden rush of excitement wash over her. She squirmed beneath him, her body betraying her impatience.

I need him.

I want him.

now.

With a sudden tug, Tav pulled Astarion closer to her, their bodies pressed tightly together. She could feel his warmth radiating off of him, and she reveled in the sensation.

Astarion chuckled at her eagerness, his breath hot against her skin. “Feel this?” His voice was low and hungry.

He grabbed her hand and overlapped it on his length, guiding her movements up and down his skin.

Tav nodded, "You’re already so hard for me?" She smirked, too caught up in the moment, too overwhelmed by the sensation of him against her.

“Always,” Astarion whispered while pressing his lips on the corners of her mouth.

With a hard swallow, her heart raced in her chest. She didn’t want it to stop. She wanted to feel him, to touch him, to be one with him.

Her hand jerked his length softly with his pre-cum before he became a groaning impatient mess. Astarion pressed his hips against Tav's entrance, placing himself perfectly on her wet core.

They gazed into each other's eyes in a knowing silence. His face fell into a seductive stare and it wasn't long until he curled over Tav's body, thrusting his hips into hers.

And inch by inch, feeding himself in the very place that begged for his every touch.

One arm wrapped around his body and the other fell around his neck. Her moans came in short gusts of air, the constant thrusts shook her body in mimic of the ocean's waves.

Tav kneaded her fingers between his white curls, tugging on them with each plunge into her. His scent burned into her lungs, leaving nothing but desire.

Astarion hung his head low and grunted against Tav's forehead, bucking his hips deeper into her. His hold on her was tight and everything around them melted into a sweet bliss.

No amount of power could make Astarion feel amazing the way he did with Tav when their bodies connected. The bitter-sweet truth of their love weakened Astarion of his hunger for power, and he knew this all too well.

She was able to crumble him more than he'd ever admit. Such an inconvenience it was when world domination was on his mind.

Astarion clutched desperately onto Tav's body, bucking his hips skillfully in her. The way she cried his name into his ear sent chills like electricity all through his body. It felt like she worshipped him.

That sweet, sweet, voice of hers.

Their skin like porcelain and licorice intertwined together in a knit embrace. their bodies gleamed in sweat as both their climaxes built up deep in their stomachs.

The force of their bodies clashing caused the papers littered on the desk to fall in all sorts of directions. Mixing with the sound of squeaky wood, crumpling paper, skin slapping, and moans.

Tav clutched onto Astarion with her arms and legs crying out in a whimper, "Mmph - S-stay right there...I-I'm almost there.."

Astarion nodded sloppily, connecting eyes with Tav in a hazy stare, "Yes, cum for me." His lips hung open and his words felt sincere and loving.

His hands gripped against the desk, his muscles starting to tense up in the process of this blissful high. Astarion could feel Tav's warm walls begin to twitch and squeeze around his cock.

Quickly, he stole a kiss from Tav, silencing her moans before they could escape. His gaze bore into hers, a mixture of hunger and love dancing in his eyes. But Tav’s breath caught in her throat, realizing just how loud she was being.

They were only doors away from the party after all.

Her eyes flickered between a hue of a yellow glow and white, her skin practically crawled with her wild shape twisting and bending beneath the surface of her skin.

Astarion wrapped his hand around her neck, and squeezed. He perfectly placed his thumb against the crook of her jaw, tightly forcing her face to meet his.

“Look at me.”

Tav choked against the force and gazed up at him with hazy glossy eyes.

A rush of wetness coated his cock as a yelp muffled between their kiss. Tav's body twitched and melted from the force of her undoing.

But Astarion's wasn’t done just yet.

He flipped her on her stomach, digging his nails into the plush of her hips, and ramming into her like a savage animal. Her eyes cried in the sensitivity and immense pleasure, crying out his name in a hoarse moan.

With one hand, he grabbed a hand full of Tav’s hair, dragging her head up and kissing her exposed neck. Her backside clashed against Astarion’s groin in a precise motion.

“Ahh…Clench.”

Tav purposely clenched her twitching walls around his length, whistle digging her hands onto the desk to keep stable.

His hips locked into Tav's, burying his length deep in her before pulling out, spilling his cum on her lower back, just below her back dimples. With a groan, Astarion slouched over Tav.

In a moment of weakness he whipsered to her, "When the time is right, I want to share something with you." It was something he wasn’t sure he’d regret saying out loud. But she was so…good to him.

Tav peeked at him, unknowingly squinting her eyes with a soft, "Hmm?"

“When the time is right.” Astarion pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, “I think we should get leaving, love. Tonight’s been — eventful.”

Tav chuckled and turned around, reaching over and grabbing the handkerchief from his jacket pocket, “Here.”

With a satisfied smile Astarion wiped the juices off of her back before cleaning the excess cum off his tip.

She makes me want to be nice.

How...Horrible.

Let's keep this in the bedroom.

Next part here

Any thoughts? Comment 👇🏼 I love to engage!

BOO 👻

A pop in.

Just wanted to say hi! And thanks to the people who’ve been reading/commenting on this series. I appreciate it so much! Tumblr is my safe space to just storytelling and imagine so I’m happy to share it and have it be enjoyed :’) ❤️

[rhaegars-cervix]

same anon that asked about daemon and dany here! I actually agree with you about the whole love triangle: I think daemy and dany had a brief, passionate childhood love and maybe daemon b was the brooding bad boy who was obsessed with nice girl dany because she was the only one who treated him like a person at court after their dad died. when daeron sent them off to their respective weddings, daemon was like "I will NEVER forget this slight, how could he" while dany was like "I'll always keep you in my heart, daemy, but we all have to move on."

I also think that it's likely maron is older than dany because daeron and dany already have a sizable age gap and myriah must be close to him in age if she's having his children long before they ascended the throne. but maron is the gentle, patient, mature kind of older love interest like colonel brandon from sense and sensibility. while dany is getting pampered at sunspear and slowly falling in love with maron, daemy is seething about how she's surely getting tortured down south while poor rohanne is dealing with pregnancy sickness by herself.

poor rohanne!! that’s very thoughtful and i tend to agree!

there’s also a parallel/foil there, i think, with the main daenerys… the big similarity between both danys is the way they adapted and assimilated to different cultures with their marriages, so i think maron might be compared to drogo in some ways, though way less violent imo, but the way dany grew to love him i think is very similar to the other dany.

this way, viserys can be compared to both daemon and daeron… the brother she was “supposed to marry” and who casually sexually assaulted her, but he’s also the one who sold her off to a powerful man for political gain

[yellosnacc]

bigger Central religion post

Journey of the lost souls by an unknown pilgrim

A scene from the story of the "crystal Head".

With the help of a "harpy", the great sinner crosses the bridge to the new land as their sea-born crystal body cracks under the weight of a thousand souls.

If they were to fail, the sky may become richer, but the Uniima will end.

This is a bigger central Foru uniima religion post. All the information here is about the central religion's beliefs, not the world's biology or physics.

Now let's get the context for the painting.

To leave the Physical, one must die at a ripe age so that their wisdom can be put to the test. The glowing triangles are the souls of uniima. They resemble a larva/white and are parasite-like in behavior. After a soul is released out of a body by premature death (or created) it holds onto someone (soul-binds) until it's passed into a new body. Soul bonded can be anything with a soul but uniima souls are picky in what they cling onto and usually pick a parental figure, a friend, or pupil. When the soul senses an empty unii-body, it moves in. Twins/triplets are considered 'one-soul' with special powers.

The one depicted to carry this soul mass is the uniiman spiritual leader/s (their historical body and events), sometimes called the Heads, but there's definitely a better name in the native language (slomen and O.s use this name). The Head/s existed for most of the religion's history and is the one to name the 'uniima' (translates "own-one-mind". It's the name of the central people. Because of historical events, it caught on between aliens as the species name). Head/s is immortal because of a "curse" set on them for breaching into the spiritual world thousands of years ago. Since this event, they have been changing bodies and fixing their sins until today. Nowadays, they are considered the wisest, mentally strongest, and morally cleanest soul - an inspiration for everyone (which keeps them in power over Central Foru among other things).

More about the current Heads.

This art comes from an early chapter, only a few hundred years after the creation of people. After the Head dooms the uniima by peaking into the Spiritual, society starts falling faster than it did ever before, finally resulting in the 'death of creature people'. This society was one of constant sin and destruction since no holy parts were remaining (too complicated, let's leave that for another time), so this scene is something of a strange bitter-sweet moment. With both the land and the people gone (yes, land too), the Head is once more reincarnated - being put into a body of melted sand and rock. They collect all the wandering souls unable to ascend and travel to a new land with the help of a half-uniima-half-animal who feels sorry for the people it shares a soul with. This journey is the first major lesson and soul-cleaning of the Head. Now, what is the thing in their jaws?

This motive is common in images with the Head, but it's not very realistic for the time period. These "flesh lists" worn on the lower tongue-hand are a modern-ish invention. People wear these on special occasions. They show all the past lives on a uniima and can get very long in high mortality areas (soul moves until a body reaches the desired age to be final-judged). The significance and uses of these in status get very complicated, but I will keep it simple. A short scarf/list makes one seem strong, with potential, being naturally gifted, and wealthy. A long scarf shows weakness, and a tendency to sin, but also patience, and a wise mind (which in many cases is the most important feature of a person).

In religious art, "scarfs" help mark chapters, but in "Journey of the lost souls" it's to depict the scale of the tragedy.

Lastly, the Heads' stomach. It shows them moving a large "hole" out of their body. This is symbolism for shedding a sin. It's said a mind and body should be able to naturally "regurgitate" any "object" out of their stomach, clean of the evil within it.

Bad nature - sins, bad thoughts (even physical stuff such as poison and drugs), is stored in the stomach. The "hungrier" you are the more evil you have to shed and the more you are controlled by this "evil hunger". Being flagged as a "stomach-thinker" is not calling you a food enjoyer but rather an insane/deranged person. However, some regions consider the stomach the default thinking center (what's a brain?), so it's more like a scale of good to bad stomach.

If anything needs more explaining or isn't explained properly, please inform me in the replies or send me an ask for a dedicated post. Thank you for reading this far <3

[sweetsmellosuccess]

Review: Challengers

Dir. Luca Guadagnino

What if you have a love triangle in which each of the three points represents someone who’s pretty awful? Put it another way: How are you meant to root for anyone in a movie if they all seem equally  —  if in their own ways  — regrettable? 

The answer, as explored in Luca Guadagnino’s tennis-based love drama, seems to question the very idea of rooting for someone at all in such a situation. This is a confounding idea for a movie that is ostensibly about sports, and make no mistake, there are a great number of long scenes of the characters playing tennis, with a great variety of POV shots (some from the players; some, more jarringly, from the ball itself), and much discussion of said sport, and the strategies therein. 

Still, for all its concern with tennis  —  and the structure of the film follows along a championship match at a lesser ATP tournament between our two sparring lotharios  — Guadagnino, working from a screenplay by Justin Kuritzkes, isn’t so much concerned with the sporting outcome of a given match, but the emotional stakes it represents. 

It makes for an intriguing, if at times ham-handed, approach to the standard sports genre model of the game being the thing. Here, the game is just the backdrop for the emotional stakes it becomes imbued with over time. 

The film’s skeletal structure follows a championship game at a lesser ATP event in New Rochelle, NY,  between two men. When we first lay eyes on Patrick (Josh O’Connor), he seems like the scrappy underdog to the far more fluid and accomplished Art (Mike Faist). As they play, both men seem preoccupied with one of the spectators, the stunning Tashi (Zendaya), sitting dead in the middle (symbolism alert!), watching both players with rapt attention. 

As the game progresses, we get a series of flashbacks, some from a couple of weeks back  —  Art, a perennial grand champion and megastar, having to come back from injury and general ennui, gets talked into playing this event by his coach/wife Tashi  —  some from as far as 13 years ago  — Art and Patrick, long best friends at the all-encompassing tennis academy they both attend, meet Tashi at a party in her honor, as one of the best young players in the world, and both fall madly in love with her. 

Eventually, through these series of flashbacks we get the gist of the stakes at this particular championship match: Tahsi started out dating flashy Patrick, who turned pro rather than attend Stanford, along with the other two; but their falling out, especially after Tashi suffers a career-ending knee injury, left her available for the more reserved, dependable Art, whom she eventually marries. 

The couple then cut Patrick entirely out of their lives. As Art ascends to the peak of tennis royalty, Patrick descends into playing for peanuts on qualifying tour gigs, hooking up with women in different cities more or less as a way of not having to sleep in his car. 

However, Patrick’s more brazen allure (as a successful doubles pairing, the boys were known as “Fire and Ice,” and while it’s never clearly specified who was who, it become increasingly clear as the film progresses) never quite stops for Tashi, who vacillates between cheating on Art with Patrick, and wanting absolutely nothing to do with him. 

If that weren’t betrayal enough, she also meets with Patrick, a player her husband has never beaten on the court, the night before the championship match, to convince him to throw the match so that Art can win and build up his confidence heading into majors season. The price, as you might expect, is once again sleeping with him, a cruel outcome for the unsuspecting Art. 

To the film’s credit, the characters are far more slippery than the standard sports tropes might expect: Patrick, for all his seeming down-on-his-luck underdog position, actually comes from an exceedingly wealthy family. As Tashi points out to him forcefully towards the film’s end, after Patrick has asked her to drop Art as a client and become his coach, all of his poor penniless affect is actually just an act. Tashi, for her part, comes across as supremely confident and assertive, but clearly has a lot of not fully explored contradiction to her. She might bark orders at her dutiful husband, but it’s also clear her sense of boundaries are blurred to the point of being unrecognizable. 

Art, meanwhile, as docile and reserved as he seems (in befitting a tour champion of his caliber at a less glamorous event such as this, doesn’t actually say a word for the first 15 or so minutes of the movie), has already decided he’s done playing professionally after this current year, and tells Tashi so  —  a move Patrick has already predicted to her. 

What Guadagnino is also after, more in keeping with the director of the exçellent Call Me By Your Name, is the not-so secret love affair between the pair of boys. In an early scene, after first meeting Tashi and convincing her, somehow, to come to their hotel room for an after-hours celebration, she begins kissing both of them before discreetly pulling back and allowing them to passionately kiss one another for several long seconds before they realize she’s no longer between them. Less subtly still, Guadagnino references phallic imagery between the boys  —  think bananas, and churros, they gleefully tear into in front of one another  —  as a way of advancing the idea of their unverbalized love. 

Their battle of one upmanship becomes more about unrealized adoration of one another, a fact Tashi (who already sees a tennis match as a “relationship” between the combatants) seems all too keenly aware of, throughout their lives interwoven together. It is an interesting way to display the character’s wants and desires  —  almost everyone wants something they don’t actually get: Tashi wants a dominating pro career; Patrick wants to be reconciled with his friends; Art wants Tashi’s love and devotion  — and to stack all of these unfettered desires on the scope of a minor ATP event yields some interesting bits. 

Still, it’s a tricky thing to have an audience invest in characters who are ostensibly either so selfishly minded, or egregiously unaware of their own desires, that they too often act like pariahs. In harmony with the film’s title, we as an audience are tasked with caring about these often loathsome characters without much of an emotional anchor. For all the film’s playfulness with time and structure, it really boils down to a threesome of people who probably would have been better off had they not met at all.

[themsource]

Hi! Not the anon who sent the ship ask; though i’m also a lover of Undertale and your fanfictions! I love Gravity falls and wonder how do you imagine the reunion between Stanley and Ford will go in your 7alt8 AU? Since it looks like Bill follow Stanley around so i’m curious on Ford reaction to seeing Bill even though it seems like he doesn’t remember Bill.

OMG! Thank you! >////<

The fact I'm getting asks from people who have liked my stuff before is just sending me, you have no idea! <3

For your question...

Violently :)

Technically Bill and Ford haven't personally met in this AU, in fact Ford sees Stanley again a good deal before he gets to finally meet Bill or learn about the demonic triangle's role in his brother's life. That's not to say it's the same for Bill though when you're a being that exists in quantum uncertainty, which means you are and yet are not in multiple dimensions at once given that you're more of an idea than a being constrained by matter.

I don't know if you've seen the OG show but I'm going to assume you have for this answer! (I'm sorry otherwise) You know how Ford knocked Stan's block off when he came back through the portal after 30 years?

Well, imagine Ford bearing witness to a rift opening up in the middle of Tikal National Park in Guatemala, atop the ruins of an ancient Mayan temple as his long lost brother arrives through with the henchmaniacs at his side.

Ford is horrified, elated, confused, running through a confusing range of emotions as Mabel and Dipper both ask who the man leading the charge is, only to be told that that's their long lost great uncle that they've been searching for on barely the breath of a whisper.

And the henchmaniacs waste no time breaking apart and wreaking havoc, destroying the park as they rip the ground asunder and collapse parts of the ruins into fragmented lines of code that then twist into new terrifying buildings of bleeding black stone and dust.

All while Bill's pyramid ascends through the sky.

Combine that with Stanley, who has had forty-three years of built up animosity and frustration towards Ford and the world at large to unleash after having been trained and groomed for this day—the day he and Bill alongside Bill's lackeys finally take over the universe by fighting tooth and nail in order to leave no opposition standing.

Suffice to say, no one is walking away from this reunion without something being broken, rather it be their bones or their heart.

I actually have the encounter partially written, but I'm debating on if I want to try posting it as a comic or fic. If I do the comic it'll be LONG, and I don't know if I can handle that yet so I'm just trying to finish the character sheets before deciding ^^

And this won't be quick either, 7alt8's weirdmageddon is going to be a full scale world war that Ford and the family will have to collaborate with governments on, both in present and across time. It's going to be massive and a race to see who can rally the power needed to win first

[harmoonix]

🌃⚡Stormy Astrology Notes⚡🌃

⚡ - Moon aspecting Mars can end up with anger issues, is because sometimes they know how to control their emotions and sometimes they don't

⚡ - Mercury in Sagittarius/Gemini might have a different way of expressing their words and the way they communicate might be also different than others

⚡ - Neptune aspecting Moon gives beautiful eyes and face features, definitely i think of angelic placements

⚡ - Natives with heavy Aquarius or 11th house placements are THE BIGGEST defenders of their friends, they won't let you to talk bad about their friends

⚡ - Heavy Taurus or Cancer placements can possess cooking talents or they just may like to cook and try different types of food

⚡ - Moon prominent in a chart makes the native sensbile, spiritual and magic, they have a mix of everything honestly because of their imense intuition and power

⚡ - Asteroid Devine (3561) in the 7th house can have a blessed relationship and the type of "I wish to have this type of relationship just like they have"

⚡ - Asteroid Pandora (55) aspecting Ascendant can be seen as someone who is always curious and looking for things to do, their curiosity might be too much sometimes

My reaction: 😍😍

⚡ - Mercury aspecting Moon or Venus are AMAZING artistically people, they are extremely talented in arts, acting, music painting etc..

⚡ - Lilith in Virgo/6H house is not an easy placements but is definitely not for the weak because Virgo who is the (Virgin) meets Lilith who is like the baddie who does naughty things and in this placement Lilith can embody both dark and light energy

⚡ - Lilith in Gemini/3rd house have kinks to love and hear their partners moaning or calling their names during breaking bed time, they love this

⚡ - Lilith in Cancer/4th house might be obsessed with their partners chest, or muscles they just habe this secret addiction to chest and muscles

⚡ - Aries Mars/Scorpio Mars and Sagittarius Mars are no joke when it comes to breaking bed time, they are REALLY into it without stopping...all day all night 🌃

⚡ - An UNDERATTED thing about Lilith - Sun aspects is that they love the dark aesthetic, dark movies, dark books, dark clothes everything basically who has this Darcie/Villain type of energy

⚡ - Asteroid Lilith (1181) aspecting Ascendant can't help it to make other people fall over them, they are always in someone's eyes and in someone's else heart

⚡ - Gemini in the 5th house/Gemini Venus may have multiple crushes or can end up as a love triangle between them..Yes I know this is not K-drama material but can feel like it

⚡ - You tell me you have Aquarius Venus or Aquarius Juno and your friends didn't fall for you?That's an rare event because people with these placements often end up with their friends falling for them or vice versa

⚡ - Hekate (100) - aspecting Ascendant is extremely spiritual gifted, and also embodying Hekate's energy, i love people with such placements..it always makes me think to Hekate putting them in the right path

⚡ - Hekate (100) aspecting Moon could have been a witch or having some business with sorcery in a past life because moon can repsent past life topics

⚡ - Having 11°, 23° degrees in your (Sun, Moon, Rising) can show gaming addiction, they might have a passion for gaming or playing games in general

⚡ - Having 4°, 16°, 28° degrees in your (Sun, Moon or Rising) can show an aesthetic related to sky/stars/celestials/ and even astrology they can love astronomy and study it

⚡ - Having 6°, 18° degrees in your (Sun, Moon or Rising) shows that you prioritize your health a lot, you like to keep yourself healthy and in good form and always trying to keep an balance

⚡ - Virgos and their obsession with cleaning is something else, if they find even a little crumb on the floor, they would clean it until their floor shines

⚡ - Libra/Taurus in Sun. Moon, Rising is the IT placement for being the "lover girl" kind of thing. Love is their thing since they are the being kids of Venus

⚡ - Nothing is as juicy as someone with Capricorn and Scorpio placements in their chart, they are the juiciest people you will ever met

⚡ - Psyche (16) - or Vesta (4) in water signs... How does it feel be a starchild?? Is honestly intense and beautiful, they were always giving this type of "I'm not from this world im just visiting"

⚡ - Neptune can repsent addiction aswell so people with a heavy Neptune in their chart may have different addictions to different things

⚡ - Pluto aspecting Mars placements are on the list of being the naughtiest people...Life can always get crazy if you have these aspects in your chart

⚡ - Air Placements really love the cloudy weather...well it kinda makes sense because they are represented by the air element but I mean the vibe this cloudy weather brings them

⚡ - Having 5°, 17°, or 29° degrees in your Sun, Moon or Rising gives that type of person who is always in the spotlight, they receive a good amount of attention and it can be anytime of it. Like people staring at you because they are curious or interested in you

⚡ - Not me discovering at 3 A.M that having Chiron in the 2nd, 4th, 8th and 12th houses just means you inherited pain 😭 like you have to carry some pain but that is coming from other people not you #staystrong

⚡ - Moon in Sagittarius/9th house can be really outgoing if you give them that chance, like you can see them dancing in the middle of the floor on some Nicki Minaj songs and you'd be still wondering if they are drunk on is just their personality (Applies if you have Moon in Sagittarius Degrees 9°. 21°)

⚡- Having 2°, 14°, 26° degrees in your Sun, Moon or Rising makes you so charming and lovely, this is truly someone who is beautiful inside and out and shares a good energy to people

⚡ - Girlie be having Pluto/Saturn in the 11th house and has either that type of friends who betray them either their friends become a lesson for them 😭

My reaction:

⚡ - Saturn in the 6th house/12th house natives be getting tried so fast, is like the energy goes out of them in the moment they wake up 😭😭

⚡ - People with the sister signs in their chart and either get along or hate eachother forever, for example: 2 Cancer Risings can like eachother and it can happen for 2 Virgo Risings to hate eachother

⚡ - Is very important for natives with Neptune in the 1st house or Neptune aspecting ascendant to be around good and positive people, because if they are around bad people these natives can get really easy influenced by others so please take care of your surroundings

⚡ - "I think I'll miss you forever" gives Pluto - Venus aspects and it's so true because those natives love the deepest

⚡ - Storms are magnificent and dangerous in the same time, especially seeing it at night, it's wonderful how mother nature wants to show the world how amazing she is ⚡

⚡- Hope you enjoyed the post, may your day be with a good vibe and light energy 🌃

H a r m ⚡ o o n i x

Harmoonix2023®

[achoshistor]

crisis core reuinion

im actually crashing out this month so but i made two concrete decisions: firstly, to finish my bottle of red polish, and secondly, to get through the ccr story. #1 is not going very well but im glad to say i did #2!

infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess

im gonna start off by saying that I forgot what happened before so im gonna recap (mostly to myself)

firstly me and angeal go to wutai and i just beat up a bunch of wutai soldiers (zack = me) and also saw yuffie

i kind of forgot what happens here but angeal dissapears and then i forgot some more but we meet aerith and also uhh genesis crashes out and becomes evil

banora (i beat the shit out of angeal)

angeal wolf & beautiful queen aerith

at some point we have a beach scene where hes (zack =/ me) shirtless for somereason ??? and also he beats up monsters with an umbrella

me (zack = me) and cloud and tseng make out lowkey and also go to evil cold area with stealth section and levikron (RIP SONON) i couldnt finish so i just brute forced it and then angeal beats the shit out of me and then like something else happens (i KILLED him)

evil things happen at junon

i leave behind beautiful queen aerith because duty calls also tseng is watching from behind a wall (that man is married to his job)

we go to nibelheim and the scene in kalm happens all over again except im zack and not cloud and then sephiroths crash out happens and then he burns down the whole village (??) its literally fine afterwards so whats going on here anyways

we leave eventually and go to gongaga

cissnei also lazard and also hollander

we get to not mideel (banora) and i finish half of the side dungeon cause i assume its part of the main game but its not so i fight those evil mako thingys and get the materia and beat the shit out of genesis (side note zack is such a nice guy wow like he cares about genesis all throughout)

genesis talks a bunch more about loveless (IM SICK OF IT)

genesis does NOT die (it freaked me out so bad when he started talking again) and also everyone else died and then weiss and nero take genesis and we never ever see him again

we go to midgar except the army finds us first so erm.....

i (zack) (is it actually zach?) ascend to heaven with angeal

cloud crashes out (i do NOT blame him for anything)

i lowkey had to watch the t2s nutshell video to supplement this and honestly i kind of miss it bro AI voices just dont have the same charm

moral of the story: do not work for amazon

i think its really interesting how zach and cloud parallel each other LITERALLY like from the train scene to falling into the church; this def gave a different perspective on zachs final stand in contrast to remake (i havent finished the original & have no plans to bc its too hard) but (please put rebirth 50% off next sale square enix) i wonder if theyre gonna make more use of this; like since zack surrvives that means cloud's crash out likely isnt gonna happen in the first place which leads to a lot more happening if he doesn't crash out—I mean like there isnt gonna be the weird love "triangle" (its just tifa/aerith by remake tbh) its just gonna be beautful queen aerith and zack which therefore means one date doesnt happen to the ever unreceptive cloud (i read somewhere that cloud and zack were gonna become a merc team but idk how true that is)

i think on the topic of nero and weiss... i dont know really. all i know is that the both of them also crashed out (i dont care about nero because he killed sonon) which tbh was also pretty valid. i dont like how we don't know where the three of them are (3rd bro = genesis) like hes not even mentioned in intergrade but hes so intergral to zack's arc its so weird & i dont think they mention him at all in rebirth either. its like how in totk they wipe out all mention of the beasts; I also don't have a good grasp of what happens in DoC (genesis and weiss MAKE OUT)

we seek it thus, and take it to the sky

&speaking of divine beasts i didnt really understand what happened with the goddess and genesis but evidently she just recognized his soldier will or whatever and made him go back but before that when he turns into whatever did he not turn into a WEAPON? and that thing in the underground as well (the not emerald weapon) which i suppose suggest the guy is like anti sephiroth (protect the planet) (he sacrificed himself as per act v)

ummm idk what else let me think... i highkey almost started crying at the boss battles cause i was so done lol

i wonder if the grey stuff coming out of cloud and seph in the scene where cloud kills him was a form of the whisper stuff we see in remake rather than just a censor? after all, its not cloud's time to die & technically sephiroth lives... im not so sure since they show blood clearly in vii & intergrade as well as zack's final stand but here they're just gray dust...??

angeal was soooo fine too bad he died

& speaking of that... it doesn't really mean anything in the long run but angeal, genesis, and sephiroth are huge compared to zach. like yes i understand cloud is pretty small in stature for the average man, but zach's around 6'2 (maybe 180ish cm if youre European) meaning theyre around 6'8 or so (i dont even know what that would be in cm). does that suggest that jenova gillian gensis whatever cells make you bigger than average or is it just them....

i looked up zack's parents since i got lost and left gongaga & we evidently see them in rebirth. fourth result is a reddit theory that his parents ARE cloud and tifa (we will maybe inspect once there is a good sale) which his mother looks nothing like tifa lol. his dad does look shockingly like cloud if he didn't have mako in him—which regarding the mako in cloud i still don't understand why he couldn't make it into soldier when he survived mako poisoning twice and clearly has the skillset for the sword AND the gun. honestly the trust is that thanks to chapters like 8-13 of the remake i think endgame will be beautiful queen aerith x tifa (PLEASE LET ME GET WITH VINCENT VALENTINE PLEASE PLEASE PLEAS). also interesting that we STILL don't know cissnei's real name which means shes gotta tell it to zach at some point in part 3...

i know there was more i wanted to say so let me think some more so I dont have to make a half baked part two

okay so yuffie knows zach. cant really take this anywhere but i think that aerith probably saw zach within cloud (what kind of name is cloud anyways?? do u guys think its secretly been claude (from claudia) but they decided that sounded even stupider) which is probably why she offered that one date to him. i dont think shes in love with him or anything at all, rather the remnants of zach within him which leads me to do we think that yuffie can tell too? like she had to have known SOMETHING about cloud's backstory but idk if thats ever touched upon (sales would go up if the game wasnt $70 and PS exclusive 😭😢🤬)

i have to comment on their makeup LOL. almost everyone in this game is giving #BADDIE while they lowkey just give meow meow meow uncanny valley in the remake... also hollander is lowkey jacked. (????). genesis really is just evil gackt LOLLL i feel so normal and accepted when i see that this series has things like florence and the machine in it because i feel like there's less of a stigma associated with it in contrast to something like zelda

honestly as a conclusion (?) this series is really sad but also super weird and freaky. rude and reno are REAL freaks & theres probably more (whimper audio) will i play ever crisis? once i can bear to play another gacha.

okay double conclusion. everyone in this game crashes out for valid reason & geothermal energy is secretly evil.

i hope u guys liked me messing around with the colors. thats how i felt every time genesis came onto screen with his loveless monologuing. i will use it more productivley next time. infinite is the gift of the goddess... thanmks for coming to my EVIL ted talk

ironic how the first tumblr post i saw was thirsting over sephiroth (i could not understand because i was a youth). everything really does come full circle...