#notes3

[nhmkhnh]

PAIRINGS: VI X FEM!READER

PREFACE: she ran every calculation, analyzed every outcome— but still couldn’t predict how fucking wrecked you’d make her feel.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: haha i'm back, but nah i remake that loser!vi draft into this thang, yeah.

TAGS: nsfw content · nerd!vi · loser!vi · pervert!vi · possessive!vi · subtext turned explicit · sexual tension · lap sitting · wet dreams · public horniness · accidental touching · strap-on use · vi has zero chill · dirty thoughts and dumber reactions · from moans to mayhem · reader teasing turns vi feral · first time breaking point · horny academic breakdown · dom!vi activation · glasses stay ON · vi says “fuck it” and fucks you.

vi always volunteers to help you review for finals—not because she’s a genius, but because she wants an excuse to sit close. she's that type of nerd who prints out a whole custom cheat sheet in color-coded tabs, highlights things that "might come up," and lowkey loses her train of thought every time your hand brushes hers while reaching for a pencil.

you don’t even notice what she’s doing half the time—but vi? vi is dying quietly.

she’s perched on the edge of her bed, glasses slipping down her nose, hoodie sleeves half-pulled over her fingers as she tries to explain the difference between two formulas. but you lean over to look at her notes, and your shirt slips just an inch. just enough to show your collarbone.

her mouth goes dry.

her voice cracks halfway through a sentence.

“…so if you, um… you d-derive it here…” she coughs and violently turns her face away, pretending to look for her water bottle. “shit. uh. sorry. lost my place.”

you giggle. "you're so red right now."

vi literally cannot breathe. she’s gripping her pen like it’s a lifeline and trying not to imagine things she should not be imagining while you sit there looking like that in her room.

if only you knew the shit she writes in her private notebook later. like how she described your laugh as "effortless dopamine" and rated the way you chew gum a 9.5 on the vi-can’t-focus scale.

oh, and every time you call her smart?

she walks into a wall within the next 15 minutes. without fail.

okay no, listen—vi's not a total creep (or so she tells herself). she’s just… a victim. a victim of your instagram story from last summer, when you were lounging poolside in that sinfully tight two-piece, sipping iced tea with your sunglasses slid low on your nose.

she screenshotted it. without hesitation. then panicked and threw her phone across the room like it burned her fingers.

then… she picked it up. opened it again. zoomed in. cropped out the background. stared for like, a solid minute.

and renamed the file “notes3.pdf” to hide it in her study folder.

vi knows it’s wrong. she knows it’s bad. but gods, it’s 2am and she’s lying in bed, sweaty and flushed and biting the edge of her pillow because that picture of you won’t leave her head. she’s got one hand shoved under the waistband of her sleep shorts, muffling her whimpers with her hoodie sleeve like you’ll hear her through the walls.

the image is so burned into her brain she doesn’t even need to open the folder anymore. all she has to do is close her eyes and pretend your thighs are around her head, your voice breathy and teasing: "what would your little nerd friends say if they saw you like this, huh?"

and every time she comes? she whispers your name into the dark like a secret. like a prayer. then immediately opens a new tab to delete the image. (but she never does.)

she swears she didn’t mean to do it.

you left it behind one day—just a little pink tube, tossed at the bottom of her bag after study group. you’d even said, “you can keep it, i’ve got like five.” but vi didn’t throw it out. she didn’t return it. she just… looked at it. a lot. thumbed the cap. rolled it up to see the worn-down curve of the balm where your lips had pressed.

then she opened it.

took a deep breath.

it smelled like strawberry and sin.

the first time she tried it, she was alone in her room, curled up in her hoodie, laptop on her thighs—but she couldn’t stop staring at the tube. like it dared her. so she twisted it up and dragged it across her lips, slow. pretending it was you doing it. pretending you were leaning down, whispering, “hold still, baby, let me take care of you…”

she got so worked up from just that thought, she had to shove her laptop off her legs and grind into her pillow like a desperate, useless virgin who’d never been touched before. and let’s be honest—she kinda hasn’t.

now it’s routine. every night. lights off. chapstick on. fingers in. you in her head.

sometimes she gets bold—leans back in her desk chair, spreads her legs, one hand down her sweats and the other gripping the damn chapstick like she’ll die if she drops it. whimpering out “fuck—fuck, please, please—“ to no one but the air.

when she comes, her thighs shake. and the chapstick’s still there. resting on her chest like a trophy. like it owns her.

and it kind of does.

vi thought she was being quiet. thought the pillow stuffed against her mouth and the gentle whirr of her desk fan would cover it. she was wrong.

it was just another night—2:43am, hoodie halfway stripped, the room dim and warm, the air tasting like sweat and shame. she was on her back, legs bent, one hand down her sleep shorts, the other gripping the edge of her blanket like it could keep her from falling apart.

you’d texted her earlier: “sleep tight, nerd 💛” and that was it. that was all it took.

now every time her fingers slip against her clit, her brain plays out imaginary scenes of you calling her that—“nerd”—but in a voice all breathy and mean and teasing. like you’re on top of her, straddling her, watching her fall apart.

and this time?

this time she just… lost control.

she was so close, she didn’t even realize her voice was rising— didn’t even catch it when her lips parted and she moaned, "f-fuck—… please—don’t stop—"

then a cough. a loud-ass, unmistakable cough from the other side of the room.

her whole body locked up. wide-eyed. palm still buried between her legs.

roommate: “…you good, dude?”

vi: "…yep. just—bad dream."

the silence that followed was biblical.

she didn’t move for ten minutes. just laid there, hand still wet, face on fire, heart slamming so hard against her ribs she thought she might throw up.

next morning? roommate didn’t say a word. but vi swears she caught them smirking when you came over later, all sunshine and oblivious charm, giving vi a hug while she stood stiff and red and sweating.

it started off innocent—summer heat, library ac busted, both of you sweating through your shirts after walking across campus. you stopped by a corner shop, bought two cones, handed one to vi without a second thought.

she didn’t even lick hers.

because the second she turned to look at you, you were already dragging your tongue up the side of yours, slow and absent-minded, eyes somewhere off in the distance, lips parted slightly like you didn’t even notice what you were doing.

vi did.

she noticed everything.

your lips wrapping around the tip. the way the ice cream melted and slid down your wrist. how you licked it off with one long stroke, then sucked your finger clean like it was nothing.

her cone melted in her fist. she didn’t take a single bite.

she just stood there in stunned, boner-deep silence, heat flooding her body in places that had nothing to do with the weather. her thighs clenched. her ears burned. her heart was punching holes in her ribs.

all she could think— that could be me. fuck, that should be me.

she walked into a street pole two minutes later. didn’t even notice until you gasped and ran over. she blamed the sun. you bought her a new cone.

later that night, she stared at her ceiling with a hand between her legs, moaning your name into the darkness while whispering, “just like that. just like that—f-fuck, yeah, eat me like you ate that cone—��

it happened while you two were packing for a weekend trip—just a casual little beach getaway with friends, nothing serious. vi was helping you toss stuff into your duffel bag while pretending not to stare every time you bent over in your shorts.

and then— you flung a whole handful of clothes her way and said, "can you fold those for me real quick? thanks, babe!"

her brain short-circuited at “babe” alone, but then her hands sank into the pile— and wrapped around something soft, thin, lacy.

it took her half a second to realize what she was holding. another half second to look down and see— your panties. your favorite black lace pair.

vi didn’t move. didn’t breathe. just stared.

they were still warm.

she went rigid, every single muscle in her loser nerd body locking up like a corrupted file. her ears turned red. her lips parted. and before she could stop it— a tiny whimper escaped.

just—“ah.” soft. pitiful. broken. like she’d just been stabbed by horny.

and then?

she bolted.

mumbled something like “gotta pee real quick!” and sprinted to the bathroom like her life depended on it. the door slammed. the lock clicked.

and she collapsed against the sink, clutching your underwear in both hands like it was a sacred object, forehead pressed to the mirror, whispering— “you’re so fucked up, violet. so fucking sick. but gods, they smell like her. fuck—”

she didn’t even make it to the toilet. dropped to her knees right there on the bathroom rug, panties clutched in one hand, the other between her legs, hoodie sleeves rolled up and teeth biting down on the fabric to keep quiet.

came fast. came hard. tried to wash her face like nothing happened. came out five minutes later looking destroyed.

you: “you okay?”

vi: “yep. super good. hydrated. thriving.”

you: “…why are your ears red?”

vi: “sunburn. shut up.”

the lecture was boring. the lights were dim. the professor was talking about something vi didn’t care about—maybe economic theory, maybe planetary motion. who knows.

because in front of her? you were chewing your pen.

and not like a normal person. no. you had your lips wrapped around the end of it—slowly. you’d suck for a second, then bite gently. then drag your teeth down the plastic shaft like it owed you money.

vi’s entire consciousness evacuated her body.

she blinked. once. twice. and then just… froze. pen halfway in her mouth, tongue poking the inside of her cheek— you looked like a whole fucking wet dream and didn’t even know it.

vi’s thighs clenched under the desk. her grip on her notes turned deathly. her glasses started fogging up and she swiped them off, pressing her face into her sleeve, “fuckfuckfuck—” under her breath, shaking like a damn leaf.

every time you twirled the pen or bit it harder, she swore she could feel it. in her stomach. in her chest. between her legs.

and then you stretched.

arms over your head. shirt riding up. vi saw a sliver of bare back and nearly came on the spot.

she had to excuse herself.

muttered something about needing to print slides, rushed out of the lecture hall and into the first empty bathroom, slammed the stall door, and buried two fingers into her soaked panties with the desperate grace of someone not okay.

panting, head back, she came whispering your name and the word “pen” like it was a sin she couldn’t stop committing.

she went back to class 20 minutes later with shaky legs and didn’t remember a single word of the lesson.

vi was halfway through a ranked match—keyboard clacking, headphones on, tongue poking out slightly in concentration. she didn’t even notice you approach until you laughed and said:

"ugh, i’m tired. let me sit here for a sec."

and before she could ask what “here” meant—

you sat. right on her lap. facing the screen. wiggling to get comfy.

vi flatlined.

like, physically short-circuited. her hands froze. her headset slid crooked on her head. every neuron in her brain screamed what the fuck while her body screamed don’t move or you’ll die.

because you weren’t just sitting. you were squirming. and you had no fucking clue you were grinding down onto her lap like a tease with zero self-awareness.

her thighs tensed. her breath stuttered. and her dick— (her strap, tucked under sweats because she was feeling a lil fruity that day) shifted. pressed. throbbed.

right beneath you.

her voice cracked.

“uh—fuck—b-babe, wh-what are you—”

you shushed her. “you’re playing, right? don’t mind me.”

and you leaned back. all the way into her chest. let your arms rest on hers. melted into her like you didn’t just turn her into a human vibrator.

she didn’t even finish the match.

dropped the mouse. let out this pathetic little moan in your ear— and grabbed your waist with both hands, fingers digging in.

“i—i can’t fucking take this,” she whispered.

you froze. and felt it. the outline of the strap. rock hard under you. the way she was breathing—so heavy, so fucking desperate.

her voice rasped, low and ruined: “you’re gonna sit here and be good, yeah? or i’m fucking this into you. right now. on this chair. don’t care if the door’s open.”

the skies opened without warning. vi was already seated when you burst in—out of breath, soaked to the skin, laughing.

“fuck,” you huffed, brushing hair out of your face. “i didn’t bring an umbrella.”

and that’s when she saw it.

the white shirt. soaked. transparent. clinging to your chest like a second skin. every. damn. curve. the lace of your bra outlined in full definition. drops of water trailing down your collarbones. your thighs shining with rain and sweat.

and vi?

vi died.

her eyes went wide. her mouth dropped open. she blinked so hard her glasses fogged up just from body heat. her throat went dry. her brain emptied like a deleted word doc.

you waved at her.

she waved back. missed. hit the edge of her chair.

you sat beside her. legs crossed. shirt still soaked. and every time you shifted in your seat, the fabric pulled across your chest just enough to make her pulse spike.

she couldn’t think. couldn’t breathe. couldn’t stop imagining things.

how your skin would feel under her hands. how that soaked shirt would peel off with a sticky sound. how her tongue would follow every drop down your stomach until—

"vi."

she jumped. looked up. the professor was calling on her.

vi stammered. “i—i didn’t—um—sorry, could you repeat the—yeah. just—sorry. my brain’s—um—rain.” everyone laughed. you leaned over and whispered: “you okay, nerd?”

her legs clenched so tight under the desk she might’ve bruised herself. and then, after class, she disappeared into the bathroom for a solid twenty minutes.

no one asked.

no one needed to.

the sigh she let out behind that locked stall door said it all: “holy fuck, i’m gonna die for this girl.”

it started slow.

just a dream. warm, hazy, too good to be real.

you were on top of her, hips grinding into hers, thighs caging her in, hair messy, lips parted. you were panting. desperate. fucking gorgeous.

and you were saying her name. over and over. "vi. vi. god, vi—right there, right there—don’t stop—"

her hands were on your ass. your nails were clawing down her chest. her strap was buried deep in you and your walls were so tight and you were so wet and— fuck. she couldn’t hold it.

in the dream, she grabbed your hips, slammed up into you, and came with a broken, ragged moan.

and in real life?

she came too.

in her fucking sleep.

body shuddering. thighs trembling. sweat slick on her forehead. hand still in her panties. your name slipping from her lips in a soft, gasping whisper: "fuck—"

and her roommate heard it. of course they did.

“…vi? dude, you good?”

vi jolted upright like she’d been electrocuted. soaked through. blanket kicked off. hair a mess. pussy still pulsing.

she couldn’t even lie. just sat there like a broken sim with her hand still halfway in her sweats.

"…yeah," she croaked. "i'm great."

BONUS: BREAKING POINT

you were sitting on her lap again. like nothing. like you didn’t know what you were doing.

your ass—warm and soft—pressed snug against her thighs. you giggled, wiggled, threw your arms around her shoulders, and leaned in like this was just another game. "hey, cutie nerd."

vi gripped your thighs. tight.

her jaw tensed. her glasses slid just a little down her nose. you were facing away, oblivious, the hem of your skirt brushing her knees, your scent everywhere—like sunscreen and body lotion and danger. vi had been keeping it together. she’d tried. gods, had she tried. all those months of being your sweet little nerd—tutoring you, stammering when you bent over, blushing when you called her pretty.

but today?

today you fucking whispered:

"does sitting on you turn you on, vi?"

right into her ear.

click. that was the sound of something inside her snapping. a line that had been stretched way too thin—too many nights of your casual teasing, too many dreams soaked through with your name on her tongue.

she stood up. lifted you. just—grabbed your waist like it was nothing and hauled you into her arms, like you didn’t weigh a thing.

“vi—?”

you barely got the word out before she dropped you onto her bed. sheets soft beneath your back, knees still apart, skirt pushed up.

vi was on top of you in a second. breathing hard. glasses still on. eyes wild. voice low and dangerous.

“you wanna tease me, baby?” her hands were on either side of your head now. “call me a nerd? sit on my lap like you don’t know what you’re doing?”

you blinked up at her. wide-eyed. silent.

that look broke her too.

she grabbed your wrists. pinned them to the mattress. her breath came out sharp, heated. her thigh slotted between yours and pushed—firm, slow, right up into your center.

you gasped.

she grinned.

“then fucking take it.”

her mouth slammed into yours. nothing sweet. all teeth and heat and desperation. her tongue curled against yours, hands squeezing your wrists so hard you whined into the kiss. and vi— vi moaned like she’d been starving for this.

like she needed you to breathe.

“gods,” she muttered, lips against your cheek, then your jaw, then your throat. “you don’t know what you do to me. you think i’m stupid, don’t you? think i didn’t notice when you bent over in that skirt on purpose? you think i didn’t see that lacy shit you wore yesterday?”

she bit your neck. not enough to mark. but enough to make you gasp.

“you really want me to snap, huh?” she growled the words as her hand slid up your thigh. fingers dragging your panties down, slow and messy. “you want your pervy little nerd to go feral on you?”

you didn’t even get the chance to answer. her fingers dipped between your folds—just once, slick and lazy—and she groaned.

“fucking soaked,” she breathed. “you sat on me like this? fuck—”

she pulled back. stripped her hoodie and shirt in one movement, still panting. you saw the strap—thick, already strapped in tight beneath her sweats—and your whole body arched.

vi saw the way you looked at it.

“yeah?” she murmured. “want it?” she climbed back over you, grinding the strap against your bare cunt. “beg.”

you whimpered. “please…”

“please what, baby?” her hand was back on your neck now, not choking—just firm. just reminding you who was on top. “say it. say you want me to fuck you.”

you swallowed. “i want you to fuck me, vi—please, i need it, i’ve been teasing you because i—fuck, i want this—”

she didn’t wait. didn’t give you another chance to speak.

she grabbed your thigh. hooked it over her arm. lined up the strap and slammed in.

you screamed.

in the best way.

it was deep. unforgiving. her hips snapped forward, again, again, her hand covering your mouth to muffle the way you were falling apart.

she leaned down, forehead against yours, fucking you harder than you ever imagined this awkward, stammering nerd could.

“you’re so tight,” she groaned. “so fucking good—fuck—why didn’t i do this sooner? you wanted this. you needed this.”

you nodded desperately under her. legs shaking.

she pulled out halfway—then slammed in again, harder. you cried out, body clenching, back arching.

vi snapped her hips again. “was this what you wanted, huh? your little nerd to break and ruin you?”

you whimpered into her palm.

“then don’t you dare fucking tap out, pretty girl.” her rhythm got faster. rougher. “i’m not done with you yet.”

your orgasm hit so fast it shattered you.

she didn’t even slow down.

kept fucking you through it—eyes locked on your face, watching the way you fell apart under her, shaking and sobbing and trying to breathe.

when you moaned her name—broken, pleading—vi moaned back. whispered, “i love it when you say it like that…”

then she kissed you. deep. slow.

and started fucking you all over again.

[astrologydayz]

MASTERLIST🖤

ASTROLOGY FUCKING NOTES

ASTROLOGY FUCKING NOTES2

ASTROLOGY FUCKING NOTES3

ASTROLOGY FUCKING NOTES4

ASTROLOGY FUCKING NOTES5

ASTROLOGY FUCKING NOTES6

ASTROLOGY FUCKING NOTES7

ASTROLOGY FUCKING NOTES - 7TH HOUSE LOVE EDITION<33

ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES - NATAL

ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES - NATAL2

ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES - NATAL3

ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES - NATAL 4

ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES - NATAL5

ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES - NATAL6

ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES - NATAL7

ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES - MIXED

ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES - SYNASTRY

ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES - SYNASTRY2

MOON IN HOUSES - SYNASTRY

MERCURY IN HOUSES - SYNASTRY

VENUS IN HOUSES - SYNASTRY

MARS IN HOUSES - SYNASTRY

SATURN IN HOUSES - SYNASTRY

URANUS IN HOUSES - SYNASTRY

PLUTO IN HOUSES - SYNASTRY

NORTH NODE IN HOUSES - SYNASTRY

SOUTH NODE IN HOUSES - SYNASTRY

ASTEROIDS IN A SYNASTRY CHART - ROMANTIC/SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS//ASPECTS IN SYNASTRY

COMPOSITE CHART NOTES - LOVE/RELATIONSHIP WISE

ASTRO EVERYTHING NOTES

THANK U FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT!! IT MEANS THE WORLD 2ME!!!💘 - U CAN ALWAYS HIT ME UP IN PRIVATE!!!❤️

[pemebi]

A shinran scenario that I have living renting free in my mind for weeks. There is no cure, even if Shinichi got the original pills and Haibara made an antidote, Shinichi is stuck like Conan, but he decides to tell the truth, all the truth to Ran. She listens. Shinichi thinks is best if they just let go, is unfair to keep waiting. They stop dating and seeing each other, Shinichi continue living as Conan, no longer under the Mouris roof.

One day they get a new student

Notes: Ran after thinking a lot, decided to make a selfish decision.

Is a bit extreme but I think is something she would try in a moment of "...I'M TIRED OF WAITING, I'M TIRED THAT NOTHING WORKS, I'M GOING TO FIX THIS OR DIE TRYING" Notes2: Haibara would try to stop Ran But she supports them as a couple and wants them to be happy (even if breaks her own heart a little) Notes3: Sonoko hates the result (Ran told her) but she is ready to pull all the money to give Ran a new identity and is ready to be the mean big sister she was meant to be to Shinichi. Notes4: Kogoro is confused but is ready to be a better father after all the failures, He still fails but has some spirit.

[suzieslife]

06.08.2023

<messy notes3

[pyanyi4]

how many photos would he have of you? (REMASTERED)

how many photos would octavinelle have of their s/o?

warnings; none, also this isn’t meant to be seen in a creepy way! it’s actually meant to be romantic and cute! reader is also implied shorter than floyd in his part, but there's no actual description of HOW MUCH shorter you are in height.

notes; you can tell how much i love writing for these fish men omg. also this is a rewritten and reuploaded fic that i previously wrote on my deactivated acc! same general idea, but i want to put it back up for people who want to read something similar again.

notes2; *cutely searches up synonyms for photos..* anyways this won’t be worded the EXACT same as my precious one, but the general idea will! thanks for the support btw, 3 days and already 26 followers?! 😭 ily guys /p

notes3; i feel like this one was longer than the original one bc i added some stuff... but it's all generally the same idea ok have fun reading

azul ashengrotto

okay. unfortunately, he’s not going to put photos of you publicly like in the vip room in mostro lounge.

he’s not embarrassed of you! he just doesn’t find the need to display you everywhere (as much as he wants to).

however, he’ll definitely have a small photo or two of you in his wallet. one of the photos is just you, and the other one would be a photo of him AND you.

(my definition: he gets to carry you around like a pocket chibi in his wallet /j)

can't really see the guy having pics of you plastered all over his walls, if somebody walked in and saw that he would absolutely DIE (which is why he can't do that).

but on his nightstand beside his bed, he'll have a small framed photo of you. azul always wishes you a goodnight everytime he heads to bed, wishing that both you and him have the sweetest of dreams.

he may or may not give you a goodnight kiss... but you didn't get this info from me.

jade leech

i can't really see him as the type of guy who takes many photos. he's more of the, "spend time together for memories" instead of "take photos for memories" type.

however, if you want him to take more portraits of you, he won't exactly be opposed. after all, he does enjoy making you happy (as well as having memories that he can actually look back at)

jade probably does have a photo of you in his wallet, but the problem is that it's probably hidden behind several cards and receipts, so he'd likely never get the chance to even see the photo while opening his wallet.

but what he DOES have a framed photo of you on the wall. it's not tremendously large, but it's average sized. of course, framed with silver and pearls as decoration. you deserve to look beautiful on his wall!

but that's it.

hey, you guys should have a photo of each other so you can be matching...

floyd leech

has 3 to 5 photos of you on his wall just above his desk (they're fairly small). that's it!

just joking, this is floyd we're talking about. do you really think he wouldn't take so many photos?

they're ALL on his phone, and he has a LOT too. from the extremely blurry ones from his chasing you, to the really good quality ones, you name it! they're all entirely in his gallery.

he likes specifically taking photos from the top angle (you know how you hold your camera above your head and look at it?) because it makes you look much shorter than him. you could even be 1 centimeter shorter and he'll still take those photos just to emphasize how small you are to him.

refuses to delete any of the bad shots if it includes you in it (unless you're the one asking him to). what do you mean he doesn't need 24 blurry photos of you running away from him?

anyways, he has the most photographs out of the trio. simply because he takes away too many photos, needed or not.

friendly reminder to not let him steal your phone or else you'll have 56 photos of him goofing around by the time you get it back.

— due to be edited at anytime —

[youvereachedthebadend]

Notes

3/5

"Well, if there’s a supernatural force behind all this shit, you must be wondering what that means. The supernatural is real? Are all myths true? That’s where Raven comes in. I mentioned them in my last note, which...if you haven’t read yet, I’m not going to waste paper space explaining. Just find it. But yeah, Raven. They’re a magician.”

“Yes, I didn’t believe it at first either. But then I saw their eyes change from black to glowing blue with a simple tune, and they lifted rocks into the air with nothing but light. Magic fucking exists. I’ve sort of accepted it at this point, because why not with my life going the way it has. But someone reading this note might not know that. Which is why I’ve decided to try and explain everything Raven’s told me about magic in this note. Emphasis on try. I’m no magician, so I’ll surely be forgetting things. But hopefully I’ve got the basics down.”

“First three questions I asked Raven were 1) how many people had magic? 2) Why didn’t we know about them? and 3) Does this mean other myths and creatures are real? Raven told me that about one in a hundred people are born with the magical talent, though their natural skill will vary. Magicians tend to hide because they’re so outnumbered, and things like guns are just as powerful as their spells. Who knows who’d want to exploit or kill them? And that mythical creatures as we know them, like unicorns and dragons and stuff, don’t exist. But there are...Things that exist. Things that aren’t human, and are powerful. Raven gave me a few examples, but paper space is limited, so I’ll just get to the point: there are no records of something like we’re facing ever being seen before.”

“Next I asked them how magic worked. Were there rules? How does someone cast spells? Raven said that learning spells was just like learning anything else: some people will be drawn to certain spells, liking them more or just being better at them. Casting spells requires magical energy, which will take time to regenerate. The more you use, the longer it takes, of course. Drain yourself completely of magic, and that’s it. You don’t have anything more if you don’t leave yourself a spark to regenerate from. Some people have more magic than others, but that doesn’t equal skill.”

“Raven said casting spells falls into three categories. All magicians use one of these to channel their magic. It’s not something you learn, it’s just something you have. You’re born able to channel magic a specific way, nothing else:”

“Vocal focus: Magicians will cast spells using their voice. They’ll chant, read poetry, sing, whistle. Raven themself is a vocal focus; they hum or sing to cast spells. For them, it’s the notes that matter, but for other vocal magicians it’s the words or the rhythm or the beat. Anything, as long as it’s a sound that comes out of your mouth.”

“Motion focus: Magicians will cast spells through movement. This involves dancing, gesturing...apparently Raven once knew a magician who channeled magic through facial expressions. Must’ve been pretty inconvenient. But the point is, the magician has to move. Maybe only part of their body, maybe the whole thing, but they have to be in motion.”

“Scripted focus: Magicians will cast spells through writing. Or not just writing, also drawing. Sometimes they need ink or paint, sometimes only a pencil or piece of chalk will do. Anything that involves leaving a mark (apparently even a digital tablet and stylus will work.) These guys’ spells tend to be more powerful, but take longer to create.”

“Raven then said that magic takes the form of colored light. And it’s then that I realized something. If you’ve read my first note, you’ll remember one of Chase’s friends, the one I identified through him having a mask. Well...he might be a magician. Well, he was, I know he did like stage magic tricks. But I’ve always wondered why green light sometimes appeared during those tricks, when he flourished his arms a bit too much. I asked Raven about this, and they said he probably was a real magician. But they were confused about one thing: the color of the light. Apparently, magic isn’t supposed to be green. Magic is only red, yellow, blue, purple, or silver. Never green.”

“That reminded Raven of something. They explained to me that they worked for something called the Réalta Council, which apparently governs magicians in this part of the world. They were sent to this city to investigate it.”

“See, this city wasn’t normal, magic-wise, even before people were getting controlled. There was something around it, some sort of gigantic aura that, and I quote, “did things to people’s magic.” They wouldn’t explain further. But they said that all magicians were forbidden to enter this city for decades. Every ten years they sent someone in to find young magicians born in here and “take them away” (I wasn’t fond of that, but Raven assured me they got permission from the kid and the parents,) but otherwise, no magician had set foot in the city since this aura appeared in the 1920s.”

“Until this aura vanished. A few years ago, apparently, but this Council wanted to wait to see if it would come back. It didn’t. And then a different aura appeared, surrounding the city again. Raven was sent to check it out, but the minute they passed the border of this aura, they lost all communication with the Council. And they couldn’t leave. Every time they thought to, they physically froze. So now they’re stuck here. And apparently, so are we. Because this new aura is keeping people from leaving, probably because of this controlling force.”

“And again, apparently there are no records of anything like this force. Raven was apparently pretty high up in the Council, and they’re positive they’ve never heard of anything like it. There are things that influence electricity, and things that can hypnotize people, but never so...thoroughly. And on such a large scale.”

“Raven’s current theory is that this force comes from some kind of pocket dimension. There are apparently a lot of those, sprinkled across the earth. They’re called the Places in between the folds of the world. They’re supposedly empty, but maybe the magicians are wrong in thinking that. We don’t know.”

“Or maybe it’s a new kind of Thing. These...Things are supposed to be pretty powerful, ranging from on par with the stronger magicians to “able to destroy nations.” I really hope this force isn’t one of the latter.”

“But maybe it’s not a Thing. Maybe it’s a person with magic of some kind. Magic that’s never been seen before. We don’t know. We have no way of knowing. But we have to figure it out.”

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MARS SQUARE JUPITER IN SYNASTRY can show sexual attraction yes, but it will cause a loooot of friction. Jupiter being very "U know I'm always right", & the Mars person coming with 40 reasons why the Jupiter person is not right. Endless battle of different beliefs, not coming2an agreement. Jupiter "knows best", &Mars won't “put up with it”. Jupiter can "belittle" Mars, with their "preaching" a lot. Can also show different sexual preferences later in the relationship. Look at signs+houses2c why Jupiter feels a need2 be better than Mars, &why Mars won't let Jupiter take a win.

MARS OPPOSITE JUPITER IN SYNASTRY can show chemistry - AT FIRST. The Jupiter person loves to provoke the Mars person - make them go loca/make them feel like there's something wrong with them over the smallest things&Mars acts out by getting mad or aggressive. Can also show that they have different needs, when it comes 2 sexual things after a little while - what they want, need, how they go about it etc. Look at signs+houses2c why Jupiter feels a need2test/play games with the Mars person &why Mars can't use their "higher mind" instead of acting out

Look at your Chiron persona chart 2 c what kind of hurt you've been through/will go through.  Let's say u have SUN CONJUNCT IC IN PISCES in this chart, then that shows us that your father has/father figure/s/ have hurt u VERY deeply, when u were/are at home with them. They would/will hurt u with their "drinking”/"drugs", or "unrealistic expectations" (Pisces). It can also be that your dad wasn't even around/gone a lot, & that's the "scar". It follows u throughout your life, even when it's in your persona chart.

🤍  SUN SQUARE/QUINCUNX MOON in this chart, causes a scar between the way u express your pain through your ego - Sun, and how u really want your pain 2 be seen with your Moon/how u emotionally seek to feel comfortable with showing your pain. They don't work together, before u finally learn how 2 live with whatever self expression you're meant to have. Internal fights with yourself because again, you show your pain one way (through your sun), but that's not the way your moon feels content/safe showing your pain, when it squares your Moon.

SUN TRINE MOON in this chart can have an easy time "healing" their Chiron with the way they express themselves (Sun), and with how they find a balance between pain and healing. They can even help other people, because of their ease, 2 find a way 2 stay sane, while going through pain - (Trine). But as I always say. I don't believe u ever "fully" heal your Chiron, so ofc it's not always good with this aspect either. Chiron is pain, and most people do not heal their Chiron. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I’ve already said this on my old blog, but if you’re interested in seeing your husband/Wife - future husband/wife = LOOK AT YOUR GROOM ASTEROID - 5129 PERSONA CHART/BRIEDE ASTEROID - 19029 PERSONA CHART JUNO PERSONA CHART shows the people u truly commit 2 here in life - people who doesn't want 2 marry - their folks shows up here<33 - it also shows u how, & what u need 2 commit<33. Look at ADRASTEA asteroid - 239 PERSONA CHART 2c the traumas u couldn't escape/can’t escape. If you're a WOMAN, & a man has/or men have caused u trauma/sexual trauma, please look at your LILITH PERSONA CHART - 1181).

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[obspec]

Good evening. My name is Rachel Duncan, the newly appointed director of the DYAD….wait. Wrong speech.

Let’s try that again.

Hello, loyal readers! theleashkid, at your service. Welcome to the Author’s Note for #OBspec Episode 3, “Partly Known and Partly Knower.”

Before we start, the #OBspec team wants to wish everyone who’s celebrating a very happy and safe holiday! And also anyone who’s not celebrating can go re-read #OBspec in a dark corner with a bowl of Lucky Charms and a beer instead of being subjected to awkward family gatherings. The rest of us are jealous.

Okay, let’s get the show on the road.

Tony Sawicki and the Contract of Doom: Bringing Tony back into the story was so exciting. He’s such a pleasure to write, and his dynamic with Sarah was so natural. But, man, was that scene with Nealon an emotional roller coaster. We knew early on that Nealon was going to offer Tony the contract now that he’s without a monitor. But the terms of the deal weren’t always so sweet. After we finally landed on exactly what DYAD would be willing to offer up, we spent days debating whether or not Tony should or shouldn’t sign. So will Tony sign the contract? Will he shred it? The answer is: it wasn’t our decision to make.

Delphine Cormier and the Angstily Slammed Door: HA! Gotcha! She’s not dead after all. Delphine’s return and her reunion with Cosima were always going to be tumultuous. Yes, Cosima’s glad Delphine’s alive. (Aren’t we all?) But Delphine, girl…WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO? Cosima’s a character who’s quick to anger (re: “Yeah, it showed” and “I’m the science! GET OUT”) and, on top of that, she’s already in an emotional place after finding out that Sarah’s sequence is basically useless. She’s relieved, exhausted, and angry. But, she still allows herself the breakdown even though she knows Delphine is on the other side of that door. That scene is a carefully constructed mess of emotions on both ends. Rightfully so. Your girlfriend was dying, Delphine. Where the hell have you been???

Gracie Johansson and the Super Cute Antique Store Escapade: Oh. My. God. I did not realize how much I loved Mark and Gracie until I started writing them. Their story moves a little slower compared to the rest of the action happening, but it’s important to establish their reliance on and love for each other in a normal setting, isolated in their perfect (for now) little bubble. While Gracie developed some autonomy toward the end of Season 2, let’s not forget that she’s a 16 year old girl, the only home and family she ever knew was burnt to the ground, and she’s carrying a baby that isn’t even hers. Things are a little scary right now. And here’s Mark, who’s telling her everything will be just fine. It feels good to believe him. Trust me, Independent Woman Gracie Johansson is not gone for good. But realizing her agency against her father is much different than realizing it against Mark, especially when he’s the only thing she’s got right now.

Rachel Duncan and the Neolution Takeover: At the end of Season 2, Rachel Duncan had nothing. She threw Cosima to the vultures and then proceeded to lose Sarah, Kira, her father, her alliance with Marion, all her power and corporate street-cred, and, of course, her eyeball. No one was on Team Rachel. Except, well, Rachel. When we were deciding what to do with this character who is so motivated by power and manipulation, it seemed clear. DYAD needed a new director, and Rachel was in a unique position to stake her claim. But, Rachel’s also opening up a new chapter of Neolution, slightly changing the philosophy. It’s not who you want to be anymore. Under Rachelution, it’s who you were meant to be. It’s a slight and subtle change of ideals, but for Rachel, preaching a philosophy about achieving the perfect self seemed only fitting.

Helena and the Hail Mary: I wrote Helena’s final scene of Episode 3 while I was sitting in a hallway at school waiting to go into class. Not the wisest move, since I was shaking for an hour afterwards. Tapping into that completely visceral place is exhausting, but the emotional punch of the scene was worth it. Helena’s regression was something we desperately wanted to explore, but we knew the only way to get her there was to make her believe Sarah betrayed her. It’s cruel, and it’s dark, but it’s necessary. Because if Helena taps back into the person she was before she met Sarah, there’s no telling what will happen next.

OBspec and the Theme of Temptation: Overall, “Partly Known and Partly Knower” was, to me, about temptation. For Tony, it was the contract, and weighing that deep temptation against all the warnings coming his way. With the razor blade at her feet, Helena gave in to her temptation. With Cosima desperately trying to reach her, Delphine didn’t. Even Mark and Gracie played with temptation as they dreamed a little dream of what their life could be. But, whether you give in or stand your ground, it’s what gets you there that’s the interesting part.

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ENL Notes 3: The Tempest/Sparknotes

After reading The Tempest, I noticed that although the relationships between Ariel and Caliban and Prospero seem to represent nothing but the servant vs. master dynamic on the surface, Ariel and Prospero's as well as Caliban and Prospero's relationship go much beyond that. At the beginning of the play, we are aware of the function of Prospero's relationship with Ariel and Caliban: Caliban and Ariel are the servants, and Prospero is the master, and that separation is clear. Prospero makes a point of calling Caliban harsh dehumanizing names, and manipulating Ariel with guilt in order to coerce him into doing his bidding once again. Prospero uses Sycorax, Caliban's mother and Ariel's previous master, to lower Caliban and Ariel's statuses in order to manipulate and take command over them. Even though we are led to believe on the surface that the statuses of Prospero and his servants are clearly defined, if we look deeper into the text, we see that Prospero does not differ so much from his servants as we once thought, and he does not differ so much from Sycorax either.

Prospero argues that Sycorax was an evil witch who held Ariel prisoner, and he was the once to rescue and relieve Ariel of being confined in that horrible prison. And although he does not necessarily use physical force to make Ariel do his bidding, he uses guilt trips to manipulate Ariel and keep his from being relieved from his service. Prospero uses Sycorax again as a way do demean Caliban's inherent integrity in order to remind him that he is only a servant and nothing more as a way to again keep control over his 'subjects'. Yet, it seemed to me that Prospero exemplifies the same characteristics of a manipulative dictator as Syorax once did. And yet, he has also bore the trials of being a castaway and someone who was taken advantage of, the same as Ariel and Caliban, and feels the need to be in control because of the fact he was stripped of his freedom and entitlements.

I compared my analyses to that on Sparknotes for act I scene ii, and they seemed to be getting at almost the same thing. The website notes "Prospero alone seems to understand that controlling history enables one to control the present—that is, that one can control others by controlling how they understand the past. Prospero thus tells his story with a highly rhetorical emphasis on his own good deeds, the bad deeds of others toward him, and the ingratitude of those he has protected from the evils of others." Prospero manages to keep control over Ariel and Caliban by reminding them of their pasts and convincing them that the present could be much worse. They relate it more to Prospero being more like Sycorax in the way he controls every being around him, but they do not necessarily relate it back to him being similar to Caliban and Ariel. They do not go much deeper into why Prospero does the things he does. He needs to be in control and to manipulate others, but why?

[raulitosdoritos]

Notes 3

Theme: Master and Servant; Ruler and Minion

Summary: The idea of a ruler, master, leader or simply a being with power over another being is omnipresent in this story. From the first scene in which Sebastian and Antonio ridicule a boatswain they deem as lower, to Miranda constantly needing her father's approval, to Prospero's control over Ariel and Caliban, the theme of master and servant is an important aspect that provides the backbone to the conflict of Prospero's dethroning and vow for vengeance. It is because of this thirst for power did Antonio steal the crown from his own brother Prospero before exiling him from Milan, likewise did Sebastian consider overthrowing his brother Alonso to be the ruler of Naples. This sense of superiority, however, did not only apply to rulers but to those seeking power as well, as can be observed via the excitement that Stephano and Trinculo, both servants to Alonso, experienced at the possibility of ruling the island in which the story takes place, meanwhile dehumanizing poor Caliban.

SparkNotes Excerpt: In the Themes, Motifs and Symbols section of Sparknotes, my selected them of ruling and power is discussed in similar terms. When Caliban tells Stephano that only slaying the current king of the island separates him from the throne, Stephano becomes excited at the idea of for once being a ruler himself. This feeling is also present in Trinculo, knowing he will become Stephano's right-hand man in the process. However, SparkNotes discusses this desire to be found in Gonzalo as well, which I did not take much notice of, but is evident via Gonzalo's visions of a utopian society established on the island (Sparknotes; 'Themes, Motifs and Symbols').

Comparison: Stephano and Trinculo ruling the islands for themselves was what I had most in common with Sparknotes, While we both stated of the omnipresence of ruler and ruled, this idea is most discussable when applied to Stephano and Trinculo because they were only servants at the start of the story but soon became eaten with the idea of ruling the island themselves. On the contrary, Gonzalo and Sycorax were also discussed on Sparknotes as having their possibilities uncapped as well. I did, however, discuss of Antonio's and Sebastian's selfish intentions to dethrone others of their crowns and of Caliban's poor treatment from Stephano and Trinculo, which goes to show how the desire for power and minions can cause individuals to make unrighteous actions.

[melissaashleybrooks]

Notes 3

The Tempest, Act 3 Scene 2

Short summary- Caliban tells Stephano that he will be his servant and he will show him around the island and let him know where to get water and food. He tells him (stephano) that he should take over the island and in order to do so he would have to take Prospero's magic books and kill him- Stephano agrees to that plan. Stephano also says that after killing Prospero, he will take Miranda as his wife and they will be king and queen of the island.Trinculo and Caliban quarrel because Ariel, who is invisible, shows up and speaks rudely as Trinculo (in Trinculo's voice).

Analysis- While reading this scene, I took note of binaries and larger themes/motifs that connected to the rest of the novel. I wrote down monster/man, master/servant, men/women, and the strive for power. The monster/man binary is most apparent in this scene. Stephano and Triculo  refer to Caliban as "monster", "mooncalf", "servant monster", and "half fish half monster", all of which reflect how low they think of Caliban. When Caliban places himself at Stephano's feet as a servant, Stephano becomes entitled to something greater, thus his plan to take over the island as king.I thought this was kind of ironic because Stephano is a servant to Alonso and now that he has someone to serve him, he feels empowered to be something more than what he is. Throughout the whole play, several of the characters strive to be powerful leaders, like Antontio, who took over for Prospero as Duke of Milan, and Sebastian, who planned to kill his brother to inherit the throne. I also want to note the division between men and women in this scene. Because Miranda is the only woman on the island and she happens to be a maiden, the men view her as some type of object. They seem entitled to take her hand. Stephano practically claims her as his queen without her concent in this scene. 

Sparknotes Analysis- The analysis provided by Sparknotes, is about the use of doubles. They reflect on the similarities between this scence and Act II scece i and how it is esentially a mirror. Just like this scene, in act II scene i, the men (Gonzalo, Sebastion, Antonio, Alonso) wander around and the lower status men talk about what it would be like to have power. Ariel also enters and leads them astray as an invisible being. Stephano and Trinculo are "power- hungry servants" and are "rough paradodies of the power hungry courtiers Antonio and Sebastian".

Comparison- Before reading the Sparknotes analysis, I wrote my own and I found that we both pointed out the similarities of the thrive for power between the servants, Stephano and Trinculo, with Sebastian and Antonio. However, in my analysis, I included more details specific to the scene, like the binaries between monsters and men and men/women, while the Sparknotes analysis focusses on the use of doubles and conects it to another scence, which I didn't notice until after reading their analysis. 

[taylorhawkins94]

Notes 3

Character: Caliban

Summary: Caliban is the son of Sycorax and the only character native to the island. Caliban has a strong conection to the island and nature in general. He makes many references to the island and different animals throughout the play. Caliban often refers to nature when he is insulting Prospero; "As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed With raven's feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye And blister you all o'er!" (Act 1 Scene 2 321-324). Caliban is a character that reflects many indiginous cultures that occupied a land, then were forced into slavery or a harsher living condition once their land was imperialized by a more powerful culture. Caliban loves the island and it is his true home, but he is supressed by the power of Prospero which may be the motivating factor for some of his negative behavior. 

Sparknotes Excerpt: Caliban "mirrors or parodies several other characters in the play." Caliban even becomes a parody of himself. In the beginning of the play "he regretfully reminds the magician of how he showed him all the ins and outs of the island when Prospero first arrived' and a few scenes later Caliban shows Stephano the island, thus commiting the same act he so fervently regretted earlier in the play.

Comparison: The Sparknotes excerpt also acknowledges Caliban's connection to the island. This is essential to Caliban's development as a character. I think that the idea of Caliban mirroring different characters is something that should be explored deeper. Caliban may just be a reflection of the characters around him because he is trying to fit in to their societal norms. He is caught between who he is, a son of a witch who was born on the island, and how he is seen by those around him, a deformed and savage slave. By imitating the personalities of his peers he may be trying to make himself seem more "normal" and relateable. 

Reflection: This assignment really revealed how complex of a character Caliban is. He is so dynamic and my feelings about him change throughout the play. I feel sympathy for him, but he is so unlikeable at times. I really like how Shakespeare developed Caliban and allows for the reader to determine whether or not they sympathize with Caliban.