#splendor of strength

[justana0kguy]

2024 JANUARY 12 Friday

"Blessed the people who know the joyful shout; in the light of your countenance, O LORD, they walk.

At your name they rejoice all the day, and through your justice they are exalted.

For you are the splendor of their strength, and by your favor our horn is exalted.

For to the LORD belongs our shield, and to the Holy One of Israel, our King."

~ Psalms 89:16-19

[starmocha]

A strong wind whips around us as the night sky envelopes everything. Sylus secures the bracelet on his wrist and gazes up. The depth of his eyes, just like the gem, reveals a surprising mix of vulnerability and affection.

— Abyssal Splendor, Chapter 3: "Curse" of Inseparability

[soulsbetrayed]

[rastronomicals]

7:33 AM EDT October 15, 2024:

Calla - "Sleep In Splendor" From the album Strength In Numbers (February 2007)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Lo-Fi

[tom4jc]

February 27, 2025 Give Thanks

[dollvls3]

aglaja asteroid (47)

the asteroid Aglaja (43) is named after one the Three Graces from greek mythology. Splendor, Glory, and Beauty. Her mythology revolves around the idea of radiant charm, elegance and an aura of harmony, often tied to the beauty of spirit and physical grace. 🪷

aglaja in aries

aglaja in aries, your beauty comes from your boldness and your courage to express yourself authentically. there's a raw, unfiltered charm in your ability to embrace challenges without hesitation. you exude a natural vibrancy, favoring your inner physical strength, energy, and vitality. Your presence is dynamic, and people feel uplifted by your aura. your graceful side emerges when you're leading and protecting others. even in competitive environments. maintain your charismatic edge and watch how many people you inspire.

aglaja in taurus

aglaja in taurus, your beauty is rooted in sensuality and stability, your beauty is in your calm and dependable nature. your appreciation for the finer things enhances your emotional warmth. you radiate a classic, timeless beauty. often associated with earthy, grounded aesthetics, you might favor rich fabrics, natural colors, and an effortless elegance. your graces shows in your loyalty and ability to create comfort for yourself and others. you can transform any environment into something beautiful and serene.

aglaja in gemini

aglaja in gemini, your beauty comes from intellectual and playful curiosity. You inspire others through your words, quick wit and endless enthusiasm for learning. Youthful and adaptable, your charm is in your expressiveness. your gestures, voice, and way of speaking are very captivating. you show grace through your ability to connect with diverse groups of people. adapt your charm to suit in any situation.

aglaja in cancer

aglaja in cancer, deeply nurturing and empathetic. your inner beauty lies into your ability to emotionally connect with others. Your warmth is your greatest charm. your soft, luminous energy often mirrors the moon, with an ethereal, glowing presence. your style might lean toward a romantic or vintage aesthetics. you create beauty through acts of care, such as cooking, decorating or comforting others. your intuitive understanding of emotional needs is your gift.

aglaja in leo

aglaja in leo, your confidence and creativity lights up in any room. you inspire others with your sunny personality, generosity, and natural leadership. you exude a radiant, almost majestic energy. your hair, posture, and self- presentation often reflects a dramatic flair. your grace is expressed through performance celebration, and self expression. Others are drawn to your ability to make life feel joyous and meaningful.

aglaja in virgo

aglaja in virgo, your inner beauty lies in your modesty and ability to be helpful and useful to others. your ability to perfect, refine and improve things inspire admiration. you possess a clean, polished aesthetic. minimalist and natural styles often enhance your beauty. your grace shows in small, thoughtful, gestures helping others, organizing chaotic situations, and offering practical solutions with quiet elegance.

aglaja in libra

aglaja in libra, you embody harmony and balance. your inner beauty comes from your ability to see and create consistency in relationships and life. your physical beauty is striking, and you often may have a preference for reined, elegant styles. your love for art, fashion, and social harmony enhance your allure.

aglaja in scorpio

aglaja in scorpio, your beauty is intense and transformative. you have a magnetic essence that draws others to your emotional depth and mystery. your overall aura exude magnetism. dark, sultry often resonate with your intense presence. you express grace through your resilience and ability to face challenges with courage. your charm lies in your authenticity.

aglaja in sagittarius

aglaja in sagittarius, your inner beauty comes from your adventurous spirit and optimism. you inspire others through your wisdom, humor, and free spirited nature. your style often reflects a feminine-sexy look, with a care free vibe. your energy radiates vitality and enthusiasm. you express grace by uplifting others with your positive outlook and willingness to embrace the unknown.

aglaja in capricorn

aglaja in capricorn, your beauty lies in your determination, self discipline, and your understanding. others admire your quiet strength and reliability. your physical appearance often reflects a reserved, timeless style. you show your grace through your work ethic and ability to handle challenges with composure. others look at you for leadership and stability.

aglaja in aquarius

aglaja in aquarius, your individuality and your mindset make you uniquely beautiful. you thrive on originality and being inclusive. your appearance often has an unconventional charm. bold clothing and futuristic styles might look good on you. you express grace through innovation and inspiring others to embrace change.

aglaja in pisces

aglaja in pisces, your intuition, and spiritual depth define your inner beauty. you embody a sense of universal love and understanding. ethereal and dream like presence. soft and flowing styles complement your energy. you show grace through acts of kindness and creativity, and your ability to see the beauty in everything.

[melmedardaapologist]

ambessa costume design analysis: war and family

*rubs hands together* Alright let’s do this

I think we forget that, before season 1 episode 8 “Oil and Water,” we didn’t have a reference for the Medarda standards that Mel supposedly failed—this is why Ambessa’s first appearance is so striking. While Mel has completely scrubbed red from her wardrobe, red is the first thing that jumps out with the cape and the accents—a bold color that is associated with passion and violence and decisiveness, all traits that Ambessa proudly boasts

The grey and black then point to functionality and metals like iron, which are used more for warfare, in contrast to gold, which is a softer metal

The immediate next observation is the functionality of the outfit—the shoulder and hip guards, the belt and abdomen armor, the pants, the boots. While in good condition, the immediate conclusion that we get is that, like Sevika and Vi, this is a character who likes a free range of movement to dish out violence, and the casual way with which she wears this outfit shows how at ease she is with this violence, how she values her physical strength

(hilariously, in the art book screenshot below, the top right draft for Ambessa’s outfit shows her in a symmetrical white waistcoat with gold and black accents like Mel’s Piltover outfit, which I’m glad that they didn’t use in the end, but I think Ambessa would’ve worn it at least once to freak Mel out)

Her hair is free and wild, almost careless, again in contrast to Mel’s carefully groomed braids (keep this in mind for later)—where Mel lets her put together appearance speak of her character, Ambessa’s not carelessness, but her confidence

The picture with Mel and Ambessa in front of the former’s painting is also interesting, because we can see how the red from the sails matches Ambessa’s red—unity with nation, as for the purposes of the story, Ambessa is Noxus, but then we see that the ambient coloring of the painting is gold—Mel’s color. The painting—Mel’s vision—is the closest we see mother and daughter aligned, with Ambessa just having invited Mel to come back, and the beautiful and almost dream-like scene behind them unites them briefly

Of course, this is Arcane so that never happens, which brings us to one of my favorite images of Ambessa:

Firstly, this is just mwah so sexy there’s the ambient red of the scene from the ashes and fire, adding to the association of red as violence, but more significantly:

It’s the first time she wears gold—and it’s in a war mask, already smeared with blood and green chems

So this outfit just—props to the design department. Just. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Outstanding. 100/10 villain outfit

So there’s a lot going down here, so I’ll start with real world inspirations: from this post by @hyperfixationcritter (it has so much more info, i would def recommend the whole thing!), we can see that the headdress could be inspired by Zulu isicholos and the red threading is similar to the Dahomey warriors, which I love, as they could’ve just gone with the Roman and/or medieval aesthetic natural to Noxus, but instead they went with African influences, so when we see the pinnacle of Medarda splendor, it’s distinct and unique

Also here’s some art book insights (my eternal thanks to @stealingpotatoes for the photo!)

So from the regal outfit drafts, we can see them cycling out different ideas of war-like aesthetic, from the more modern military aesthetic with the side cloak and clean lines which would be more like a cleaned up version of Ambessa’s first outfit, to the symmetrical wing-like gold breastplate that, interestingly, mimicks Mel’s back tattoo. I still like the version that they settled on the most, but I love how we can see what aspects they wanted to evoke through the process

The blood mask is definitely more Viking-like in aesthetic, but I feel this is something a younger Blood Sweat & Tears Ambessa would do

And going to the actual mask, it’s interesting to note that it looks more Noxian gray and iron than the final color, which brings me to my favorite point:

Firstly, I love how you can see the similarities in features in mother and daughter, but more than that, what jumps out?

Gold—Ambessa’s decadent earrings and lip ring, the breastplate, the accents on the outfit, except in contrast to Mel, Ambessa’s gold speaks of war—the earrings are triangular and pointed, the breastplate is a functional piece of armor

Narratively speaking, when Mel disappears, Ambessa is not only politically but also visually primed to take her place as the power in Piltover

Also I want to share insights from this post by the fabulous @melmedarda

And it leaves you to wonder, is it a Medarda custom to braid their hair when at war? To wear gold to war where all of Noxus wears red and black and silver?

Mel choses her battleground to be politics and subtlety and diplomacy. Ambessa choses the wolf and the blade

Furthermore, the coloring is primarily white, black and gold—Mel’s colors—showing how even if she did return, these signifiers of the identity she built for herself have been overtaken and their meaning inverted—in a way, her mother has stolen that from her, and that’s so twisted and incredibly interesting at the same time (also interesting to note that Mel seems to be primed to be Caitlyn’s support after Cassandra Kiramman’s death, but then Ambessa takes up that role, and then it returns to Mel during the final battle)

After this change, we really only see Ambessa in her workout martial arts outfit with Caitlyn, otherwise it’s variations on accessories on a basic theme, much like Mel’s season 1 outfit really only changes with the ratios of black and white, and while yes, I’ve said before that it would be cool to see some variation, story-wise giving a character a recognizable outfit works towards creating them as a recognizable and steady figure—Mel as the stable reference for wealth, Ambessa as the glory of war

I love this photo so much—firstly, the only change is the hair, which has been reworked from it’s complicated headdress into functional twin braids, and there’s a beautiful balance between the blade and the Medarda ring on her hand. This is probably the most gold we see her wearing, at the height of her military power, before the power of a butch with beautiful eyes compels Caitlyn to betray her

Here we can clearly see that the regal outfit is very easily turned into a functional outfit—even at her most decadent, it takes two seconds to lose the coat and have free range to wield weapons

Returning to the mask, in the final battle, we can see its iconic claw marks from Warwick—wear and tear from the war that we saw happen onscreen from a clash of two Wolf-coded figures (I have thoughts about the wolf metaphor in relation to social dynamics and the lone wolf idea as portrayed by Vander and Ambessa, but that’s a whole other discussion)

Design-wise, it’s also very smart to have the anti-magic runes be green—it makes them easy to spot against Ambessa’s usual design

But of course they can’t save her, and Ambessa dies, and in the final shot, she looks like this:

The lack of focus on gold or armor makes us focus on her face, and for a moment, there is such softness and tenderness there as she gazes at Mel. Because yes, she was the armor and the blade and the iron and gold, but in the end, she was just a mother who loved her daughter. She was a horrible parent and a violent warlord, but the love was there, and at the end of her life this is what we focus on, because everything else were just the expressions of the power she sought to protect them.

[merakiui]

100%

yandere!malleus draconia x (female) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, pregnancy, implied baby-trapping, captivity, very vague and slight implications of codependency, angst note - your mobile phone was at 100% when he took you away. with time, the percentage has diminished. so, too, does your hope for a brighter future.

The windowpane is spattered with rain.

Sitting cozy in a cushioned alcove, you watch the droplets slide down in regal rivulets, consolidating to form single streaks. The scenery beyond the window is bleak and dreary—a despondent landscape of gnarled, leafless trees and scratchy brambles stretching towards a dark, dismal sky. Sometimes you liken the rain to tears, wondering if Mother Nature weeps for all creatures or simply for you and your situation. Rare are the days in which the sun shines upon the craggy stone façade of your captor’s castle, and she is as benevolent as she is cruel.

For all of its sumptuous splendor, generational wealth filling the interior with priceless heirlooms and relics, it is an empty, cold structure. You’ve taken to enveloping yourself in thick furs, if only because these furs do not speak like the monster who so humbly offers his embrace. Though you’ve always considered yourself of strong, sturdy mind, your restraint is thinning. As the days pass and you shed clothing sizes like they’re second skins, you find yourself drawn to warmth.

Which is, ironically enough, contradictory to your current temperament. The windows, frigid like the grave, provide solace you cannot find anywhere else—for it is only tender warmth you receive from him. Had he not been so merciful, perhaps it would have been easier to shrink away and truly loathe him with every ounce of your being.

And yet, in order to escape the warmth which enshrouds, you seek the cold, bitter windows and their rain-weary countenance.

Lying beside you on the pillows, snoozing the afternoon away, a calico cat snores idly. She was a gift from him. You were neglectful of your mental health and thus, as per his guard’s suggestion, he sought to find a cat to cure your loneliness and inspire some form of happiness. You appreciate Silver—genuinely, you do—but the good luck a calico brings is not nearly enough to rescue you from captivity.

She was a stray, a scrawny thing with a limp and one bad eye. You took to her right away, scooping her up in your arms and lovingly naming her Cotton. Similarly, she returned your affections, rubbing her head against your palm and purring pleasantly.

Now she likes to nudge the dome that is your stomach, a great, round thing at only six months. Sometimes you think she’s more motherly than you are. You’ve never been able to care for much of anything. Plants wither under your touch, recipes spoil even when you follow them to the letter, and your electronics crack.

Your phone, more fractured than your very heart, is cold in your hands. The screen is blank; it’s dying. It was at 100% before. Now it’s been reduced to a sad 7%. There is no reception or connection to be had in Briar Valley. Your phone, once so powerful and all-knowing, is but a hollow shell. Useless. A digital photo album will expire at its final hour, and there’s no charger. He offered to use his magic to charge it, but he has never known his own strength and you couldn’t risk losing the treasured memories stored within.

Sometimes you’d return to old message logs and read through them. Now you can’t do that, lest you drain the battery quicker than intended.

“So this is where you’ve retreated,” Malleus notes, poking his head around the corner of a towering bookcase. Concern settles on his features. “Are you well? Sebek tells me you were absent for breakfast.” “I wasn’t hungry,” you mutter, watching his reflection through the stormy glass.

Malleus glances at Cotton and then at your phone as it rests in your clasp. “May I trouble you to eat just a little, if only some fruit?”

“I’m not hungry.” He nods, stalling. “Will you join me for lunch?”

“If I must.”

A small smile lifts his lips. “Are you cold? It can’t be very comfortable to sit there for such a long time. You’ll catch your death.”

“I hope.”

He tuts in disapproval and shrugs out of his cloak, draping it over you even though you’re already wearing a fleece robe. Malleus assesses you with a fleeting once-over.

“It doesn’t hurt to layer. You must understand where I’m coming from, dearest. Extreme temperatures serve to weaken those who are already so fragile.”

“I’m not fragile,” you snap, turning to scowl.

He doesn’t flinch at the heat smoldering in your eyes. “You’re human.”

“How many times did you have to practice that to come to terms with it?”

Malleus’s verdant stare narrows; his frown tightens. “It’s the truth.”

“I didn’t think you’d confront it.”

“I must if I’m to understand…” He exhales through his nose, deflating somewhat. “You’re in fine health. The physician tells me so. There’s no need to worry ourselves with ineffectual what-ifs.”

You turn your gaze on the sprawling forest next, unwilling to discuss the report and its subsequent conclusion: If she remains in good health and follows the recommended diet for an expecting mother, she’ll carry to term.

“My phone is dying, Malleus.”

“Is that not life? Lilia once said so.”

“My pictures… My everything is stored in this phone. It means so much to me.”

“Truly? Is there not a way to make physical copies of these photographs?”

“Unless Briar Valley has the technology to do so…”

“I’m afraid not.”

Malleus takes a daring step closer, endeavoring to comfort you. Cotton cracks her good eye open to peer at him. She hisses low in her throat, a protector standing small against something so tall. Pouting, clearly disheartened, Malleus heeds her warning and chooses to linger just within the bounds she deems acceptable.

“Yeah, that’s what I assumed.”

You heave a dejected sigh, your shoulders drooping. Seeking to cleanse your visual palate, you power the device on. 5% blinks back at you, an insignificant number sitting in a corner that you normally wouldn’t have paid much mind to. Now it weighs heavy, a reminder that the end is encroaching.

“I would’ve liked to keep these photos forever,” you whisper, mostly to yourself. Malleus hums his acknowledgement; you think he knows the feeling—or some variant of it, at least. “If I lose these pictures…”

“Do you not have memories?”

“I do, but it isn’t the same. One day I’ll grow old and my memory will be frail. I won’t remember nearly as much as I do now. Those memories will become ghosts and eventually I’ll—”

“You will not.” There’s a finality to the declaration—you won’t leave me; you won’t drain or die like this mobile device.

You rest your head against the window. The cool glass soothes your soul. I wonder what the others are up to right now… You place your hand upon your belly. I wonder if they’d have any good ideas for a name. I’m terrible at naming things. I can never pick something that feels right.

“I’d like to have a funeral for my phone.”

But maybe there is no right thing.

“Of course,” he agrees, perfectly serious. You will have that phone funeral, just as you will have every other request you make—however patently absurd it may seem. (Every other request except for freedom, of course.) “Materials may not have the same worth as a loved one, but the experiences they provide are just as valuable. Surely, no? Otherwise I would not feel so troubled when Roaring Drago…” Pausing to search for the placeholder, Malleus glances at your phone. “Perhaps there is no greater tragedy than existence itself.”

“It’s the most bittersweet burden,” you echo, scrolling through each picture with wistful remembrance. “But then I’d rather know the fleeting frivolity of life than endure hundreds of years of solitude. It makes me appreciate everything that much more.”

You stop at a picture of you and Malleus, a photo snapped by Lilia himself. Part of you often wonders why he chose you—why he adores you to such a degree when you, like everyone else, will inevitably perish. But therein lies the allure: That which is unobtainable is even more tempting. And because there is only one of you, a human destined to one day return to her home world, your very presence is more fleeting than a dream.

To Malleus, who has always dreamt, fond and fervent, of the unobtainable mundanity of normal life, you are a sweet, tangible blessing.

“Horns, do you think I’ll ever get another chance to have my phone at 100%?”

He softens under the nickname. It means more to him than his lofty station. “Would you like to know that joy?”

“It would be nice, yes, but then I’d just get sad when it reaches zero. I guess I should be grateful it’s stayed alive for this long. Sorry, it’s a stupid question. Just forget it.”

“Nonsense. There is no such thing.” He reaches to touch your cheek, but Cotton hisses again and so he refrains. She stands on unsteady legs and climbs into your lap, perching awkwardly in spite of your rounded belly. The sight draws a deep chuckle from him. “Your feline friend is quite taken with you.”

“It’s probably because I’m warm. She likes my belly a lot.”

“As do I.”

You roll your eyes.

“Your beauty is most beguiling. There’s a certain radiance to your person. It’s very charming. Do you not agree?”

“Flattery will get you nowhere—definitely not in Cotton’s good graces.”

“I’m simply voicing a fact.”

Your hand slides down from your stomach to pat Cotton. She purrs under your touch, and a weak approximation of a smile tugs at your lips. Amidst all of this sorrow, she is a glimmer of hope. In a way, she��s like you—a stray without a place in this world, snatched from the cobbles she once wandered and confined in a cage of royal opulence. Your similarities are striking, if not immensely devastating.

“Fact or not, I don’t care if I look pretty. It means nothing to me.”

“To be impartial towards appearances… Quite a noble mindset.”

I never once thought you were scary or strange, Horns. Even now.

You look at your phone once more. 3% flickers back.

You’re just lost, and in being lost you found me. But I was also lost. I never even belonged in this world to begin with…

“I’m not going to be a good mother.”

“You can’t know that.” 

“I can’t even take care of myself.”

“I shall care for you when you find yourself unable to.”

“I’d rather you not.”

With Cotton having curled on your lap, slumbering peacefully, Malleus chances to close the gap. His broad frame leans to make up for the difference in height, and he runs cold fingers along your cheek. He brushes away the tears you weren’t even aware you were shedding.

You grip your phone in shaky hands, your shoulders hunched. There’s a piercing ache in your chest, pain stabbing all the way through to your heart. It persists when you power it off, unable to delight in pictorial reminiscence for a moment longer. Silent like death, you sob; seismic dismay shudders through you in waves. Distantly, in a forgotten corner of your brain, you suspect this may be the last time you’ll ever use your phone. The last time you’ll ever look upon the photos you’ve amassed. Photos of friends, class notes, food. Photos snapped by mistake, blurry and unfocused. Photos taken when Ace and Grim stole your phone. Precious memories are preserved within the permanence of a photo album—an album that only remains everlasting so long as you keep your phone charged.

Your final shred of the world beyond Briar Valley vanishes in a blip, leaving you with the dark void that is an empty screen. Brutal is the agony, contorting your face, and you bawl like you’ve just witnessed the end of a life.

In a way, you have. You held it in the palm of your hands, and you watched it wither. Watched the percentages drop through numbers, double digits easing into singles. Watched every week and tried to spare your beloved phone of its fate. Watched and attempted to stall the impossible—a foolish undertaking. This was inevitable; you knew this, and yet you’re still mourning.

Perhaps that is the most tragic facet of existence. From the moment one is born, they are mourning. Humans mourn losing time—of allowing it to slip through their fingers when they should have put it to better use. Humans mourn aging even though it is celebrated yearly. Humans mourn for things that are inhuman—for robots stuck in an endless cycle of some menial task while gears grow rusted and systems shut down or trapped on a distant planet, never to return home. For the fruit that falls from trees and rots, trampled and forgotten. For the endings, good and bad, of novels. For art that will never see the light of day because it has been destroyed or stolen or silenced. For the friends they meet, have met, and will meet.

You mourn because you know it’s impending, and you spend all of your life coming to terms with it, only to break down when it finally happens because the truth of the matter is that you will never be prepared no matter how much you prepare yourself. You mourn because you’re a complex human with complex emotions, surviving in a complex world with millions of intricacies, and the only way to weather misery is to mourn.

To the little life cradled in your womb, who knows not of these difficulties yet, they cannot fathom the anguish that accompanies loss. And right now that is all you can hope for—a life without loss.

But that is impossible because loss is true to everyone’s experience. It is part of existence, and existence is inescapable.

Malleus does not gather you in his arms. He will do so if you ask, and he knows you want to ask, which is precisely why he waits. But you’re stubborn and you refuse to give in to the temptation, let alone grant him the satisfaction. It doesn’t offend him.

The windowpane is spattered with rain. So, too, is your phone, spotted with tears and snot.

Briefly, you wonder if you still look beautiful to Malleus.

Even at your ugliest, he would still cherish you. Desperately, as if he might lose you.

Knowing this does not soften the gutting grief.

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Bound by Affection

Pairing: Emperor Geta x healer!reader x Emperor Caracalla

Warnings: Fluff, rivalry between siblings,

Authors Note: Hope you enjoy the New Year! Here’s to the start of something amazing!!

Masterlist | Next

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The imperial palace was breathtakingly grand, with halls lined in gold and marble that reflected the power of Rome. But despite its splendor, tension hung heavy in the air as you were escorted to the chamber where both emperors awaited you. You had heard tales of their strained relationship, their rivalry threatening to tear the empire apart. Still, nothing could have prepared you for the sight of them.

The doors creaked open, and your breath hitched.

Geta, the younger of the two, sat leisurely by the window, sunlight casting a golden halo over his chestnut hair. His boyish features were accentuated by the easy smile he sent your way, warm and inviting. Caracalla stood opposite him, dark and brooding by the hearth. His sharp jaw and piercing gaze carried the weight of command, his stance firm and unyielding. They were opposites in every way, and yet, both were undeniably magnetic.

“You’re the healer they’ve sent?” Caracalla’s voice cut through the silence, rough but steady.

You inclined your head. “I am, Emperor Caracalla.”

Geta chuckled softly, the sound like a melody. “Must you always interrogate our guests, brother? You’ll scare them away before they’ve even begun.” He stood, crossing the room to take your hand in his. “Welcome, healer. We are grateful for your presence. Truly.”

His touch was warm, and the sincerity in his tone disarmed you, though you quickly recovered. “Thank you, Emperor Geta. I am here to serve.”

“Then let’s not waste time,” Caracalla interrupted, his tone curt. “We’ve been ill for weeks—fevers, fatigue, and endless headaches. None of the palace physicians have been able to cure us.”

You nodded, setting your satchel on a nearby table. “I’ll do everything I can to help. Please, allow me to examine you both.”

Caracalla was the first to step forward, his intense gaze fixed on you as you worked. Despite his stoic demeanor, you noticed the subtle way his eyes softened whenever your fingers brushed his skin. His strength was palpable, his presence overwhelming, but beneath it all, you sensed a quiet vulnerability.

“Your hands are steady,” he remarked as you checked his pulse. “You don’t seem easily intimidated.”

“I’ve treated soldiers on the battlefield,” you replied calmly. “I’ve learned to remain composed.”

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “A healer with nerves of steel. Impressive.”

“Don’t frighten her, brother,” Geta chimed in, stepping closer. “She’s here to help, not to endure your interrogation.” His tone was teasing, but there was an edge to it, as though he resented the attention Caracalla was receiving.

As you turned to examine Geta, his demeanor shifted. He was charming, his words laced with compliments meant to put you at ease.

“Your touch is gentle,” he said, his voice soft. “Far better than the clumsy hands of our palace physicians.”

You smiled politely. “Flattery won’t hasten your recovery, Emperor.”

Geta chuckled, his hazel eyes sparkling with amusement. “Perhaps not, but it does make the process more enjoyable, doesn’t it?”

Over the following days, their rivalry became glaringly apparent. Geta would invite you to stroll through the palace gardens, pointing out rare flowers he claimed reminded him of you. Caracalla, not one to be outdone, would seek you out during your quiet moments, engaging you in thoughtful conversation about your craft and the challenges you faced.

One evening, as you prepared a tonic for them, Geta appeared at your side, holding a small bundle of lavender.

“I thought you might appreciate these,” he said, offering them to you with a smile. “A small token of my gratitude.”

You accepted the flowers, their fragrance soothing. “Thank you, Emperor Geta. That’s very kind of you.”

Before you could say more, Caracalla entered the room, his gaze flicking to the flowers in your hands. His jaw tightened, but he said nothing as he approached.

“Have you made progress with the tonic?” he asked, his tone brusque.

“I have,” you replied, sensing the tension between the brothers. “It should help alleviate your symptoms.”

Caracalla nodded, his gaze softening as it lingered on you. “You’ve done more for us in a few days than others have in weeks. You’ve earned my trust, healer.”

The sincerity in his words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you saw a side of him that was rarely revealed—a man who valued loyalty and respect above all else.

As the weeks passed, the bond between you and the emperors deepened. Their initial rivalry for your attention softened, replaced by a reluctant understanding that they both cared for you in their own way. One night, as you stood on a balcony overlooking the city, they joined you, their presence a comforting warmth against the cool evening air.

“You’ve changed things between us,” Geta said quietly, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

Caracalla nodded, his expression uncharacteristically calm. “For once, we agree. You’ve become... important to us.”

Your heart swelled at their words, the sincerity in their voices leaving no room for doubt. Though their journey had been fraught with tension, it was clear they were willing to put aside their differences—for you.

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The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its silver light over the imperial gardens. You stood amidst the blooming flowers, savoring the quiet. The palace was grand but suffocating at times, with its endless corridors of marble and the weight of its politics pressing down on you. This garden, however, was your haven.

You heard footsteps behind you—two sets. Turning, you found both emperors approaching, their expressions unreadable. They rarely sought you out together, and the sight of them side by side sent a nervous flutter through your chest.

“Your Majesties,” you greeted, bowing slightly.

Geta was the first to speak, his voice softer than usual. “There’s no need for formality tonight. We’ve come not as emperors, but as men seeking your truth.”

Caracalla stepped closer, his piercing gaze locking with yours. “We’ve realized that this... conflict between us is futile. You’ve become too important to lose over petty rivalry.”

Your breath caught as you looked between them. “I don’t understand.”

Geta smiled faintly, though there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. “We’ve spoken at length, and for once, we’ve reached an agreement. We both... care for you. Deeply. And we refuse to let our affections drive a wedge between us—or push you away.”

Caracalla’s jaw tightened, his usual stoicism giving way to a rare display of emotion. “It’s unconventional, but we’re willing to share, if you’ll have us both.”

The weight of their words settled over you, and your heart raced. You had known for weeks that their affections ran deeper than mere gratitude, but to hear them speak so openly was overwhelming.

“I... I don’t know what to say,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Geta reached for your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “Say you’ll give us a chance. Let us show you how much you mean to us.”

Caracalla’s hand joined his brother’s, his grip firm yet gentle. “We’re not asking for an answer tonight. Just know that our feelings are genuine, and we’ll do whatever it takes to make this work.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, their sincerity cutting through your uncertainty. You nodded, unable to find the words but knowing that your heart was already leaning toward them.

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The following days were filled with subtle but meaningful gestures that proved their devotion.

Geta, ever the romantic, would steal moments to sit with you in the gardens, reciting poetry he claimed was inspired by your presence. One afternoon, as you strolled beneath the shade of olive trees, he brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering.

“You’ve brought light to this palace,” he murmured, his gaze tender. “I never knew how much I needed it until you arrived.”

Caracalla, meanwhile, showed his affection in quieter ways. He would accompany you during your rounds, ensuring you were never without protection in the sprawling palace. When you once mentioned your favorite dish in passing, he had it prepared by the palace chefs and delivered to your chambers.

One evening, as you prepared a tincture in your quarters, Caracalla appeared at your door.

“You work too hard,” he said, his tone gentle as he stepped inside. “Let me help.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “I doubt an emperor has much experience with herbs and tonics.”

He smirked, leaning against the table. “True, but I can be a quick learner. Besides, I prefer your company to the endless court meetings.”

His words warmed you, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to truly hope that this unconventional arrangement could succeed.

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The turning point came during a grand feast held in honor of a Roman victory. You sat between the two emperors, their attention making you the envy of the court. As the night wore on, Geta leaned close, his voice low.

“Come with us,” he whispered, nodding toward a side door that led to the private gardens.

You hesitated, glancing at Caracalla, who gave a subtle nod of agreement. Taking their hands, you allowed them to lead you away from the prying eyes of the court.

In the moonlit garden, they turned to face you, their expressions filled with determination.

“You’ve shown us something we never thought possible,” Geta said, his voice trembling with emotion. “You’ve brought peace to this palace—not just between us, but within ourselves.”

Caracalla stepped closer, his dark eyes locking with yours. “We don’t want to fight anymore—not over power, not over you. We only want you by our sides.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you reached for their hands, squeezing them tightly. “I care for you both,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I never thought I’d find myself in this position, but I can’t imagine choosing one of you over the other. If you’re willing to share, then so am I.”

Relief and joy filled their faces, and in that moment, the tension that had plagued the palace seemed to melt away. Geta pressed a tender kiss to your hand, while Caracalla cupped your face, his touch reverent.

“You’ll never regret this,” Caracalla vowed, his voice a soft rumble.

Geta nodded, his smile brighter than the stars. “We’ll ensure it.”

Together, the three of you stood beneath the moonlight, bound not by duty or rivalry, but by a love that transcended all expectations.

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[greenwitchcrafts]

January 2025 Witch Guide

New Moon: January 29th

First Quarter: January 6th

Full moon: January 13th

Last Quarter: January 21nd

Sabbats: None

January Wolf Moon

Also known as:  Bear Moon, Center Moon, Chaste Moon, Cold Moon, Disting Moon, Freeze Up Moon, Frost Exploding Moon, Goose Moon, Great Moon, Greetings Moon, Hard Moon  Ice Moon,  Moon of the Little Winter, Quiet Moon, Severe Moon, Spirt Moon & Snow Moon

Element: Air

Zodiac: Capricorn & Aquarius

Nature spirts: Brownies & Gnomes

Deities: Chang'e, Freya, Hera, Inanna & Saraswati

Animals: Coyote & fox

Birds: Blue Jay & pheasant

Trees:  Birch & Hazel

Herbs: Cones, holy thistle& marjoram

Flowers: Crocus & snowdrop

Scents: Mimosa & musk

Stones:  Chrysoprase, garnet, hematite, moonstone, onyx, jet, red tourmaline rose quartz & ruby

Issues, intentions & powers: Beginnings, healing, money, protection & strength

Energy: Adventure, ambition, awareness, beauty, beginnings, business, career, conserving energy, energy below the surface, organization, potential, protection, recognition, reputation, reversing spells, sluggish & spiritual

January’s full Moon came to be known as the Wolf Moon because wolves were more likely to be heard howling at this time. Though it was traditionally believed that wolves howled due to hunger during winter, we know today that isn’t accurate.

Howling & other wolf vocalizations are heard in the wintertime to locate pack members, reinforce social bonds, define territory & coordinate hunting. One study recorded spontaneous howls and responses happen most often between 11 p.m. and 6 a.m. .

  • According to the Wolf Conversation Center, gray wolves “inhabited most of the available land in the Northern Hemisphere.” Habitat destruction & persecution by humans have reduced their range by about a third worldwide & 90% in the lower 48 states.

Other celebrations:

• Hogmanay: December 31st- January 1st-

Christmas was not celebrated as a festival and virtually banned in Scotland for around 400 years. So it was, right up until the 1950s that many Scots worked over Christmas & celebrated their winter solstice holiday at New Year, when family & friends would gather for a party and to exchange presents which came to be known as hogmanays.  

Customs vary throughout Scotland & usually include gift-giving & visiting the homes of friends & neighbors. Another common Hogmanay tradition is to clean the house. Some believe that beginning the New Year with an unclean house may bring bad luck. Traditionally, this would include taking out the ashes from the coal fire. 

• Particular attention is given to the first-foot(is the first person to enter the home of a household on New Year's Day and is seen as a bringer of good fortune for the coming year bearing coal to ensure the house remains warm in the coming months  & should traditionally be a tall, dark-haired man.)

• Compitalia/ Feast of Lades: January 3-5-

Was an annual festival in honor of the Lares Compitales, household deities of the crossroads, to whom sacrifices were offered at the places where two or more ways met. Dionysius said that Servius Tullius founded the festival, which he describes as it was celebrated in his time. Dionysius relates that the sacrifices consisted of honey-cakes (Ancient Greek: πέλανοι) presented by the inhabitants of each house; & that the people who assisted as ministering servants at the festival were not free men, but slaves because the Lares took pleasure in the service of slaves. He further adds that the Compitalia were celebrated a few days after the Saturnalia with great splendor & that the slaves on this occasion had full liberty to do as they pleased.

During the celebration of the festival, each family placed the statue of the underworld goddess Mania at the door of their house. They also hung up at their doors figures of wool representing men & women, accompanying them with humble requests that the Lares & Mania would be contented with those figures, and spare the people of the house.

• Lunar New Year: January 29th-

The Lunar new year (Commonly referred as Chinese New Year) is one of the most important holidays in Chinese culture marking the end of winter & the beginning of the spring season, observances traditionally take place from New Year's Eve, the evening preceding the first day of the year to the Lantern Festival, held on the 15th day of the year. The new year starts on the new moon nearest the midpoint between the winter solstice & the spring equinox, sometime between January 21 and February 20.

• This holiday has ancient roots in China as an agricultural society. It was the occasion to celebrate the harvest & worship the gods & ask for good harvests in times to come

Each culture celebrates the Lunar New Year differently with various foods and traditions that symbolize prosperity, abundance & togetherness. In preparation for the Lunar New Year, houses are thoroughly cleaned to rid them of inauspicious spirits, which might have collected during the old year. Cleaning is also meant to open space for good will and good luck.

Some households hold rituals to offer food & paper icons to ancestors. Others post red paper and banners inscribed with calligraphy messages of good health and fortune in front of & inside, homes. Elders give out red envelopes containing money to children. Foods made from glutinous rice are commonly eaten, as these foods represent togetherness. Other foods symbolize prosperity, abundance & good luck.

The origins of the Lunar New Year festival are thousands of years old & are steeped in legends. One legend is that of Nian, a hideous beast believed to feast on human flesh on New Year's day. Because Nian feared the color red, loud noises & fire, red paper decorations were pasted to doors, lanterns were burned all night, and firecrackers were lit to frighten the beast away.

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

Wikipedia

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Encyclopedia britannica

Llewellyn 2025 magical almanac Practical magic for everyday living

https://www.edinburghfestivalcity.com/festivals/edinburghs-hogmanay

[shirefantasies]

How the Fellowship Act Around Their Crush (GN!Reader)

Hello friends! Kicking off my blog with some cute headcanons for my favorite people- hope you enjoy 😄

Aragorn

✧ One of the least obvious for sure 😅 we love a strong silent type but unfortunately that means you’ll have to be reading in on his actions

✧ Checks in on you a lot, just making sure you’re feeling alright and not hiding any burdens because he wants to carry those.

✧ Teaches you all he knows about the world’s botany when he notices your curiosity, pointing out what plants are poisonous, which the elves use for healing, and which can be made into tea. Snags a few to make you said tea at the earliest convenience 😌

✧ Will be the one to drape his cloak over you if you get cold. Not the type to stop others from doing it, but boy will he be the fastest by far!

✧ Has the habit of letting his fingers linger over yours just a bit longer than necessary when he hands things off to you or presses small items into your hands.

✧ Is the best with his words. He’ll reassure you if you feel insecure that you have a strength and beauty you bring to this world that no one else does, that the time you are in does not define you as a whole, that all have roles to play here.

Legolas

✧ Least obvious part 2! Another who is more silent about things…at least at first! If you understand Elvish, you may catch him searching for advice from Aragorn on if he should speak of it or not.

✧ Almost always defers to your word/opinion whether it’s where to stop or simply how you’d like to spend the rest of the evening.

✧ Shows off just a smidge 🤏🏻 when he knows you’re looking, like no, he doesn’t have to impale three orcs with the same arrow three different ways but did you think it was cool? Then yes he did. Still his face colors with surprised, joy, and amusement when you react with awe.

✧ “Wow, beautiful,” you breathe as your eyes scan the stars, glittering constellations and distant galaxies winking above you. “Indeed,” Legolas responds softly, but if you happen to peer at him from the peripheries of your vision at just the right time you’ll see the glance he surreptitiously slides to you.

✧ Holds open every door for you, slides back every chair, serves you at every meal, like this prince is peak gentleman and nothing less!

✧ Whispers joking observations about the rest of the fellowship, especially Gimli, that he usually keeps to himself into your ear as you sit together during mealtimes. This creates a whole slew of inside jokes between you two and much confusion over what you could possibly be laughing at.

Boromir

✧ Not over-the-top, but he figures what’s the point if you never figure anything out? Definitely wants to drop hints for you 😌

✧ Places a kiss to the back of your hand when he first meets you, telling you it is truly an honor.

✧ “Here, allow me,” he’ll say as he gently takes whatever burden you bear whether it’s bundles of firewood or even your bag on a particular rough day of travel.

✧ Happily shares tales of Gondor’s splendor with you and insists he’ll take you there and show you himself someday. Asks in turn for stories of your home and all your favorite things about it. Even if he can never visit, Boromir is determined to find a way to bring a piece of your home to you someday- anything to make you feel like you’re there again.

✧ Offers you his arm when you two walk side-by-side, guiding you with a firm, warm grip that keeps you feeling secure.

✧ Always places himself between you and danger, stepping in front of you with his sword and shield in hands and even shifting you back with a hand upon your waist.

Gimli

✧ You’re going to figure it out pretty quickly. He’e comically vocal as we all know, but also incredibly smooth when he wants to be…and boy does he want to be 👀

✧ Drops a lot of hints about how dwarves are the warmest, heartiest lovers and best providing partners! “We’ve the grandest of halls and sturdiest of bodies, after all!”

✧ Literally always has your back, like he is more aware of any threats to you than you are. It’s nearly impossible to count how many times he’s slashed an orc you hadn’t even seen off your back, giving you a triumphant nod and an “Anytime, Lassie/Laddie!”

✧ Laughs at every single joke you tell so hard you can’t help but puff up in pride at your sense of humor, nudging your shoulder with his.

✧ “Oh, stay still, you’ve got something in your hair…” Proceeds to remove it in the most tender and intimate manner you’ve ever experienced.

✧ Asks you to look him in the eyes before a big fight because, in his words, if that’s the last thing he looks upon before going out it’ll all be worth it.

Frodo

✧ Has no idea what he is doing honestly. Has never felt this way before and wasn’t sure if he ever would, so his demeanor around you suddenly becomes shy, almost withdrawn.

✧ Your self-appointed nurse. Tends your wounds silently but with the most caring, gentle touch and gaze fluttering back and forth between your wound and your expression with those big blue eyes.

✧ Goes on walks every now and again when everybody’s camped. After a while of seeing you watch him off, Frodo plucks up the courage to invite you to join him on one.

✧ Embarrassed as he is at first, he is encouraged by your eager eyes when you ask what he’s reading, shyly admitting it’s some poetry he loves. Ends up reciting you the whole thing, looking into your eyes intently as he wishes to actually be confessing each of those flowery words.

✧ Grabs your hand to lead you places whenever he finds something you just have to see! Blushes about it after the fact but in the moment the excitement just takes over him and he doesn’t even think about it.

✧ Begins sharing concerns and deeper thoughts with you once he trusts you as a sort of sign of that feeling. He hopes you understand that he doesn’t disclose to just anyone.

Sam

✧ He wants to talk to you so bad, but also you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen and how does he do that??? So sweet and attentive with his gaze when you do talk, so that could clue you in.

✧ He definitely gives you the biggest and best of anything he prepares, smiling softly at you as he dishes it up!

✧ Offers to tell you stories of The Shire, especially if you’ve never visited it yourself, and you can see the love for it in his eyes as much as you can hear it in his voice. Shares a few about his old Gaffer, too!

✧ Trips over his words from time to time. He’ll accidentally say the wrong thing and nervously try to laugh it off not realizing how adorable he looks when he blushes ��️

✧ Sees a pretty flower on the road and immediately thinks of you, plucking it up and twirling it thoughtfully before extending it your way gently, naming his discovery as he does so.

✧ Would give you the shirt off his back if you wanted or needed. Offers you things from his bags a lot ranging from supplies that can ease your passage on this trip to the last of the sweets from The Shire he’d thrown in his pack pockets. Any task you don’t want to do Sam is jumping up to do for you!

Merry

✧ Medium obvious because he makes it his mission to get close to you and hype you up. If you’re oblivious or cynical it could be mistaken as him just being friendly, but it can’t come as a shock the way he’s so eager for your presence!

✧ Acts like you being amazing at things you’ve never even done is a foregone conclusion, like it could be your first time firing with a bow and he’ll be telling everyone what a natural you’ll be, urging you to go on and show them!

✧ Faintly embodies the old adage ‘if they tease you, that means they like you’. He sometimes makes up stories to see if you believe him, chuckling merrily when you do but quickly giving up the ghost again so you don’t have the wrong idea. Others he’ll just poke fun at things you say and egg all of your jokes on, too!

✧ Winks at you on the off time you two make eye contact with each other.

✧ Holds out his hand to you and gives a small bow every time he invites you to dance, asking if he may have it with a devilishly charming grin before he pulls you close.

✧ Whisks you away when he wants you to himself, taking you on a sightseeing adventure or even just foraging. Turns it into an over-the-top skit of him searching and protecting you from the threats of the forest that has you giggling!

Pippin

✧ Oh, you’ll be able to tell! He tries his best to be smooth and is super complimentary and generally wants to be around you 25/8. Even if it comes across goofy, you have to give him props for being forward with his intentions 😌

✧ Practically jumps out of his seat to be the one to help you with anything, whether it’s going fishing, gathering berries or firewood, getting some training in…you name it, he wants to be there for you if you need him!

✧ You may catch him staring at you, whether it’s in awe of your beauty or just straight-up checking you out depends on his mood, but his eyes are almost always flicking back to you in idleness.

✧ Remembers every single detail you share about yourself, like EVERY SINGLE ONE. Knows all your preferences by heart and frequently suggests playing your favorite game or offering to sing your favorite song, likely with an invitation to dance too! Pippin will chime in about your dislikes or allergies before even you can.

✧ Casually begins breaking touch barriers with small gestures like putting a hand on your shoulder during a mock apology for his cousin’s behavior or sitting with your arms brushing. If you don’t seem to mind, he’ll get bolder, slinging an arm over your shoulders during a jolly moment!

✧ Not afraid of compliments, definitely not! Unabashedly (well, mostly anyway, he hides a blush well) tells you that color looks great on you or what a pretty face you’ve got just in casual conversation.

[rastronomicals]

6:34 PM EDT April 9, 2025:

Calla - “Sleep In Splendor” From the album Strength In Numbers (February 2007)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Lo-Fi

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[angelremnants]

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• A TALES OF...⠀— A collection of lore-bound but not necessarily sequential ficlets featuring our favorite Asgardian brothers, packed with action, magic, a lot of tension and, of course, romance.

• HIS FOR THE SEASON⠀— In which you once reigned at the pinnacle of Asgard’s elite, only to fall and leave behind nothing but hushed whispers and fading echoes of your name. Loki, the enigmatic prince, fared no better with his exile shrouded in scandal, reducing him to little more than a ghost haunting the opulent corridors of the court.

But as a new Courting Season begins, both of you return, bound by a fabricated betrothal with ambitions far greater than love. In this unlikely alliance, you seek not only to reclaim the splendor that was once yours but to restore the honor and wealth that fate so cruelly stole. And your ascent to glory begins with seizing the coveted title of Amber of the Season.

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• OF STORMBOUND HEARTS

"In the midst of a storm of emotions and unspoken longing, two souls collide in a moment that blurs the line between desire and fear. The tension between them disguised under quarrels has been building for months, and when it finally unravels, neither can escape the pull of what they’ve both denied for so long. But as their connection deepens, so do the questions. Will they be able to handle the storm they've created, or will it consume them?"

• A CHRISTMAS TO CHERISH, A YULE TO REMEMBER — Loosely connected to the A Tales Of series' universe.

"When tasked with organizing a holiday cultural exchange between Midgard and New Asgard, you face clashing traditions and unexpected connections. To foster goodwill, you plan a hybrid celebration that blends Christmas with Yule, inviting world leaders and dignitaries to experience Asgard's unique customs. However, hosting off-worlders, especially a skeptical Loki, proves challenging. His sarcasm only adds more tension as sparks begin to fly between you, testing your growing connection. As Yule and Christmas traditions collide, an unexpected kiss under the mistletoe might just be the season's most surprising twist."

• SWEATER WEATHER

"Conveyed in a rented beach house stationed on the Californian west coast, a SHIELD mission brings Loki and you together. What starts as an investigation into strange energy spikes uncovers discoveries tied to the ocean—and to each other. As you work together, the line between professionalism and growing attraction blurs even more than before. Can your newfound connection withstand the tides of duty and desire, or is this still water before the tempest?"

• IN THE GRAVITY OF YOU

"You never expected to cross paths with a god, let alone have your destiny tangle with his. Tasked with retrieving the Tesseract for S.H.I.E.L.D., you quickly learn you're in over your head after getting extraordinary powers in an unfortunate occurrence. Your fate is no longer in your hands, and the stone, the source of your connection, seem to have sinister abilities. Its power will either bond you together... or tear you apart."

• BETWEEN STRENGTH & STYLE

"Loki’s probationary stint with the Avengers takes a surprising turn when Thor insists on dragging him to the team’s fluorescent-lit gym—a place he deems far beneath his dignity. His disdain shifts the moment you stride in with effortless confidence, transforming the mundane gym into your personal runway, commanding the room and worse, directly challenging his ego.

Determined not to be overshadowed, Loki initiated a playful competition, vying to outshine you as the gym’s reigning fashionista. Yet, what began as irritation soon evolved into intrigue—and an electric chemistry taking place between you and forcing him to confront not only your undeniable allure but also his own battle for self-control.

The only question left was: how many Fridays would pass before one of you finally caves in?"

PARTㅤ⠀ONE . TWO⠀(18+) . THREE⠀(18+) .

• GIRLS' NIGHT OUT, LOKI'S NIGHT IN⠀(18+) — Social Media Alternate Universe.

"Girls’ night was going great—until Loki decided to make it his personal mission to ruin it, being hellbent on pulling you home. It’s a battle of wills, but let’s face it: the God of Mischief always gets his way."

• THE EMOJI CONUNDRUM — Social Media Alternate Universe.

"In the middle of a very serious meeting, Loki decides it’s the perfect time to attempt to seduce you with a series of cryptic emoji messages that, unsurprisingly, make no sense."

• YOU'RE BANNED !⠀(18+) — Social Media Alternate Universe.

"After an ill-timed and highly inappropriate comment made during a meeting debrief, Loki finds himself slapped with the ultimate punishment—a strict sex ban put in place by you. And sadly for him, you’re enjoying his suffering way too much to free him from it."

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• ROLL CALL

“The biting winters of 1943 paled in comparison to the frozen hearts of soldiers, weary and broken by the unrelenting call of war. For men burdened by despair, the burn of alcohol was the only warmth they knew.

Sergeant Barnes lived for one purpose: to stand by his best friend’s side, no matter where the battlefield led them. But a chance encounter at a dimly lit bar near the military camp changes everything. A young woman, bold yet gentle, awakens something in him—a spark long buried beneath years of frost and pain.”

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• HEAT WAVES

"After years of manipulation by Hydra, Bucky Barnes must find his place in a world that has long moved on without him. With you, an independent and unwavering agent by his side, he reluctantly embarks on a transformative journey of recovery in Wakanda. Amid the kingdom's vibrant culture, your connection to Bucky deepens as he confronts personal demons and embrace the healing process. Bucky learns to welcome the warmth of new beginnings, understanding that even after winter's cold grip, the sun can shine through."

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• LATE NIGHT CONFESSIONS — Social Media Alternate Universe.

"It’s 3AM, you’re drunk and deep in Tony’s stash of expensive liquor. Naturally, the best course of action is to text Bucky—who, despite it all, always picks up."

• FLIRTING AFTER DARK — Social Media Alternate Universe, follow-up of Late Night Confessions.

"In the aftermath of the wild night, you're left dealing with the embarrassing fallout of your drunken behavior. You did your best to avoid facing it, but it seems that Bucky has other plans and refuses to let you forget the bold words you spoke."

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• AMERICAN WEDDING

“Steve Rogers is throwing himself into mission after mission, trying to outrun the weight of his past—his unresolved feelings for Sharon and the lingering memories of Peggy. But when his commanding officers force him to take a break, Steve ends up on a staycation in Barbados. What begins as a forced respite soon becomes a much-needed escape as he unexpectedly finds healing, peace, and even a connection in the warmth of the Caribbean sun. Steve learns to let go of the past and finally breathe again, even if it’s just for a short while.”

• CLASSIFIED DISTRACTION⠀(18+) — Social Media Alternate Universe.

"Steve usually prides himself on his self-control—that is, until you decide to put it up to the test with a single and devastatingly timed picture of you in lingerie. Trapped in a government meeting, he’s forced to choose between professionalism and the growing need to grill you and put you back in your place. Spoiler alert: the meeting won’t last much longer."

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• STUCK WITH YOU

“The last thing you wanted was to be trapped in a room with a person you didn't know, much less be forced to team up with them. But thanks to your best friend's meddling, you now find yourself headed for a peculiar blind date, paired with someone who’s anything but a stranger. You swore you’d moved on. He said it was for the best. But maybe you were never meant to let each other go.”

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[tom4jc]

September 26, 2024 Give Thanks

[crk-kr-to-en]

@gkbrchan Here are the translations for them. (I included Og Pyuba)

Shadow Milk Cookie

Kr

쉐도우밀크 쿠키의 영혼을 품은 결정. 반짝이는 화려함에 이끌려 속삭임에 귀를 기울이면, 어느새 거짓이 마음을 뒤덮는다.

A crystal that contains the soul of Shadow Milk Cookie. If you listen to the whispers, drawn by the sparkling splendor, lies will soon cover your mind.

En

This stone holds a piece of Shadow Milk Cookie’s soul. Bring this dazzling stone to your ear, and its incessant whispers will enthrall your heart.

(마음 that meant to be "mind" was translated to "heart", and it refers to feelings/things that affect you emotionally.)

Pure Vanilla Cookie

Kr

퓨어바닐라 쿠키의 영혼을 품은 결정. 숭고한 의지와 결심이 바닐라빛으로 반짝인다.

A crystal that contains the soul of Pure Vanilla Cookie. A vanilla glow of noble will and determination.

En

This stone holds a piece of Pure Vanilla Cookie's soul. It radiates with a warm reassuring light.

Awakened Pure Vanilla Cookie

Kr - Comprehender (이해자)

반죽 깊이 스미는 힘과 기억을 깨닫는 자 힘을 얻으리니! 반죽 깊은 곳에 잠들어있던 힘을 되찾은 퓨어바닐라 쿠키의 영혼을 품은 결정. 깊어진 바닐라 향기 속 진리가 배어있다.

Those who realize the power and memories that penetrate deep into the dough will gain strength! A crystal that contains the soul of Pure Vanilla Cookie, who has regained the power that was dormant deep in the dough. There's truth in the deep vanilla scent.

En - Compassionate

The overwhelming power that lay dormant in the depths of one's dough has awoken! This stone holds a piece of Pure Vanilla Cookie's awakened soul. Its deep vanilla scent holds Absolute Truth.

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Breast boss 2

This ending for Breast Boss has been written by the great jorgetk9. Go follow him on DeviantArt; he writes many stories of this caliber on his page.

Stacey had become an overpowering presence since her body "adapted" to the demands of the company. She walked the halls like an untouchable goddess, each step resonating with an authority that made other women flinch. Their glances, filled with envy or fear, faded at the superiority she exuded. Not only had she kept her position; her promotion to head of the women's department had made her the driving force of the company. Her area surpassed any other in efficiency, a testament to her absolute dominance. Every time she approached your office in human resources, bringing reports she could have delegated to any subordinate, the air became thick, charged with an almost palpable energy. Her breasts, now doubled in size thanks to that girl's mysterious "donation," challenged the strength of her new tight dress. The fabric, designed to contain her, dug deep into her cleavage, and with each passing week, she seemed to be losing the battle. The edges of the dress stretched to the limit, revealing the taut skin that spilled over the sides, while the contours of her curves seemed to redefine the laws of physics.

"Here's the report," she said in a velvety voice, placing the papers on your desk as her arm deliberately brushed against one of her colossal breasts, sending a ripple of movement through the taut fabric. She adopted a dominant pose, hands on her hips, further emphasizing her figure. "So, do you have what I asked for?" Her tone was a mix of command and seduction, impossible to ignore.

You made a superhuman effort to maintain your composure, but your eyes surrendered to the sight of her cleavage. Stacey, fully aware of her power, seemed to enjoy every glance. Her breasts, enhanced by the tight-fitting dress policy, were a masterpiece you couldn't help but admire. "They look... even fuller than last week," you managed, struggling to maintain a minimum of professionalism.

She let out a low, almost feline laugh. "Oh, they are. And I'm fascinated by them." His hands slowly moved up to her breasts, squeezing them with a calculated pressure that made the fabric creak and a soft moan escape her lips, echoing sensually in the office. "I didn't just inherit her size and sensitivity. Also her growth potential. This," he said, moving her bust with a hypnotic sway, "will continue to grow for a couple more years." The fabric of her dress, on the verge of collapse, revealed taut, smooth skin that seemed to vibrate with new energy. "Now, back to business. Is she here?" he asked, his voice laden with dark complicity.

"Yes... she's about to come in," you replied, just as the door opened. A 21-year-old woman entered, her tight dress highlighting a voluptuous figure: large breasts, though nowhere near the splendor of Stacey's, wide hips, and robust thighs, marked by recent motherhood. "Excuse me, you told me to come here at this time for the interview," she murmured, clearly intimidated by Stacey's commanding presence.

"I'll interview you," Stacey announced, her smile sharp as a knife. After a series of routine questions, her tone changed, becoming more pointed. "And are you a mother?" she asked, staring at the girl like a predator assessing its prey.

"Yes, ma'am... but that doesn't affect my performance," the young woman replied nervously. Suddenly, her blouse began to dampen, dark stains spreading across the fabric. "No, not again," she moaned, covering herself with her hands in embarrassment.

"Even better," Stacey whispered, her eyes glowing with an almost supernatural hunger. "You'd better turn around," she ordered with an authority that brooked no argument. You obeyed instantly.

A blinding flash lit up the office, followed by a guttural moan that seemed to come from deep within Stacey. The unmistakable sound of ripping fabric filled the air, accompanied by a crackling that seemed to defy reality itself. When you turned, the sight took your breath away. Stacey was in ecstasy, one hand instinctively sliding to her crotch as her body transformed before your eyes. Her already monumental breasts grew at least four sizes, snapping the straps of her dress like they were fragile threads. The fabric gave way completely, releasing a pair of swollen, perfectly round breasts that continued to expand with every second. Her skin, taut and glistening, throbbed with an almost palpable energy, while subtle veins began to outline beneath the surface, pulsing as if fueling her massive growth. Her areolas widened, their pinkness darkening to a deeper, almost hypnotic hue, while her nipples thickened to the thickness of quarters, erect and quivering.

But it wasn't just her bust. Her hips, already generous, widened even further, taking on a maternal curve that seemed designed to seduce and dominate. The fabric of the dress, unable to contain them, tore at the side seams, revealing soft, smooth skin that expanded with every movement. Her thighs, now thicker and more robust, tensed beneath the dress, tearing at the lower seams until the fabric was in tatters. Every inch of her body seemed to absorb a primal energy, a "milf" force that transformed her into a figure of fertility and power. Her hips swayed with a hypnotic cadence, as if each new inch of flesh were imbued with a maternal sensuality that made her even more irresistible.

Then her nipples began to quiver, and tiny white drops oozed out, sliding down the curve of her breasts. Lactation wasn't just a detail; it was a manifestation of her new essence. The veins pulsing beneath her skin seemed to stimulate a milk production that grew with every second, her bust swelling even more, as if designed to nourish and dominate. With a final moan, Stacey threw her head back, and a burst of breast milk shot out, spraying your face with unexpected warmth. The liquid, sweet and thick, enveloped your senses. Instinctively, you ran a finger down your cheek and tasted it, marveling at its intoxicating sweetness, as if each drop contained the very essence of the maternal energy Stacey had absorbed. You turned toward the now open door and heard the sobs of the young woman being interviewed as she fled, her figure diminished, as if drained of more than just her presence. The door closed on its own, and your eyes returned to Stacey. Her breasts, hips, and thighs, now even more voluptuous, had destroyed what was left of the dress. Drops of milk continued to slide down her skin, leaving a glistening trail that seemed to highlight each new curve. "Just what I wanted," she said, still flushed from the ecstasy of the transformation, her voice thick with triumph. "I'll keep growing for a couple more years, and this milk flow... it's only going to increase." Her words were infused with fierce pride, as if her body were a trophy of her newfound power.

Suddenly, her eyes fixed on you, glowing with an intensity that made you shudder. "You know, this milf energy I absorbed... it's awakened something in me," she said, her voice low and thick with desire. "I have an overwhelming urge to breastfeed, to share this with someone who will appreciate it." She pulled out one of her breasts, the nipple dripping with a white pearl that slid slowly over her skin. She moved closer, leaning down until her bust was inches from your face, and winked. "What do you say?"

You couldn't resist. You lunged at her, your lips finding her nipple as you suckled with an almost desperate intensity. The sweet, warm taste of her milk flooded your mouth, each swallow intensifying the connection to the maternal energy that now defined Stacey. She moaned, her hands caressing your head as her body trembled with pleasure, her hips rocking slightly as if breastfeeding unleashed waves of ecstasy. Her thighs, now thicker and more powerful, tensed with each spasm, and her breasts seemed to swell even more, responding to your fervor with a steady flow of milk that enveloped you in its warmth. Stacey didn't just feed you; she dominated you, her new maternal essence transforming her into a figure of absolute power.

End.