#Detective knowledge and experience

[astrolook]

2️⃣Planetary Conjunction Observations - Mercury Edition2️⃣

Note: These are all my personal observations and patterns I've noticed over the years. Take what resonates with you more and leave the rest. Lemme know in the comments if it hits home!

Sun - Mercury conjunction natives speak boldly and hold their head high. They are well-mannered and won't tolerate anyone disrespectfully treating them. Can get support from father or uncle. Will be close to their sibling if they have any. A tight conjunction can point to identical twin siblings in some cases. Can become famous for their personality.

Moon - Mercury conjunction natives are flirty and know how to seduce their partner. These natives are conventionally pretty. If they have a sibling, they might not get along well with them or may have conflicts in their relationship. Can be good at science or fond of knowing about the universe. Some with this placement can become a scientific researcher. They can understand complex formulas or could be in search of finding the truth about aliens, the paranormal, death, or what lies beyond this 3D plane. Sometimes, they can get obsessed with certain thoughts and can be seen as weirdo. They can be hilarious to talk to. In some cases, it can point to neurological issues or mental health issues if afflicted.

Venus - Mercury conjunction natives are attractive, sweet, and are experts in dealing with finances. For men, they can become friends with women more than men, and for women, they can become friends with men more than their own kind. Has a natural ability in fashion designing, singing, dancing, or drama. Would be blessed with abundance and creativity. If it's in the 5th house, it can indicate giving birth to twins.

Mars - Mercury conjunction natives are straightforward and fast thinkers. Talk first, think later. In some cases, can have a raspy voice or issues regarding their speech if afflicted. Can be quite aggressive in nature and can be quick to react. In some cases, might face issues regarding their education or could even drop out, or could have been homeschooled or studied part-time. Can have issues with their sibling if they have any. Good placement to pursue medicine, architecture, the manufacturing industry, athletics, etc.

Jupiter-Mercury conjunction natives are educated and possess worldly knowledge. Jack of all trades. Can become friends with people "in the know," or they can be self-made. Has natural ability in filmmaking, photography, or culinary arts. Potential to win a lottery. Rags to riches. Would live a comfortable life after 25. Can speak more than one language. Spouse can be of a different nationality. Can be involved in animal rescues, planting trees, or in some form of volunteering for the underprivileged. Can be a collector of some kind.

Saturn-Mercury conjunction natives are reserved and can have a dry or dark humor sense. They are good at standing up for others rather than standing up for themselves. Can face a lot of maltreatment or discrimination at work or in society but would win over them later in life. Can become a motivational speaker or can write an autobiography. Can have conflicts with their father or male authorities.

North node - Mercury conjunction natives can speak to the dead or can sense things beyond our realm. Can experience psychic visions or have the ability to predict their future. Lucid dreamers. Good placement to pursue a career in astrology, tarot, UFO researcher, paranormal investigator, crime investigator, detective, researcher, etc. Good at following a path that the majority won't. Can be good at writing, coding, or math. Can have little to no friends.

South node - Mercury conjunction natives can change their career or their major at university. Can have a degree in a certain field of study but can work in a completely different profession. Can be blunt and can come off as rude or aloof. Can have some psychological issues in some cases. Could have been betrayed by their best friend or partner. Trust issues level 99. Good placement to pursue a career in horticulture, gardening, and electronic engineering. Might not get along with their relatives. Can get in panic mode in 0.3 seconds.

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[frownyalfred]

This is a really good point (spotted in the wild over on Reddit)

Batman’s whole “thing” is prep time, right? But his prep time and a random civilian’s prep time aren’t the same thing. His brain is different. It works ten times faster. His knowledge is vast and he has experience with so many different types of conflict to draw from when formulating a plan. At his core, he’s a detective — he interrogates unknowns and asks questions that strip away vulnerabilities.

And he does this under pressure. Crazy pressure. “The world is ending in ten minutes” pressure. You could give someone more powerful the same kind of processing ability and knowledge and they still might not be able to crack it if they can’t stay calm. It’s not about hoping you’ll reach the right answer or solution. It’s knowing that there is no other option.

[bruhstories]

Bet V

p.1 here & p2. here & p.3 here & p.4 here

mandatory mdni. you were not tagged in this because you are not over 18.

summary: in his attempt to break you, in-ho breaks himself pairing: hwang in-ho/the front man x civilian!reader warnings & content: age gap, masturbation, voyeurism, afab!reader, slightly detailed descriptions of reader’s background for plot purposes, red text for in-ho, purple for reader, pre 33rd squid game, canon divergent, veeeery slow burn, reader’s dad is dead w/c: 2k

a/n: this is my half-assed attempt at writing a game lol. if you would like to be tagged for the next part, please check this post! thank you for reading! please remember that if you asked to be tagged but i can’t find your age on your blog, you will NOT be tagged. there will be smut and people dying lol.

Neolttwigi had been another success. The seesaw game eliminated 91 people, and with 97 remaining players, In-ho proceeded with tuho. He paid close attention to the masked soldiers who directed the survivors to the same place where they had previously played Red Light, Green Light, only the floor was divided by a bright blue line in the middle. The ceiling was open, letting players experience natural light for a second time in a row.

The game was awfully simple —  throwing arrows into the neck of a jar. In-ho remembered reading about that game in school, how it was played by royal families and the upper class before becoming a game for everyone, and the jar had a narrow neck, making it easy to miss the mark. He had rarely played it as a child, preferring juldarigi or squid, games he taught his younger brother.

It became a habit for him to check the cameras in his penthouse whenever you were there. It brought him a strange peace of mind knowing that Eunjoo was safe in your hands, but he couldn't, for the life of him, stop looking at the selfie you sent the day before. In-ho knew that walking into a lamppost was bullshit, but he didn't want to pressure you into telling him the truth. He needed you to trust him, to tell him willingly. 

Still, he examined the picture —  your cheek in particular — and concluded that you lied to him. In-ho took it as a triumph. He didn't win the bet just yet, there was still time for you to mess up, but the fact that you chose to not tell the truth only solidified his belief that you were the same as everyone else. In four days he would return to Seoul and win. The prize? He wasn’t sure. Perhaps just the satisfaction that he was above you.

Players entered the field, and the voice in the speaker instructed them to split into teams of two in less than thirty minutes, which was unfair to player 002, since there was an odd number of people. 002 was taken away by a guard, and the remaining 96 players grouped into pairs. While the objective was indeed simple — throw the arrows in the jar — it came with a twist. It always did. Each player was given four arrows, but one of them was blindfolded and threw the arrows while their teammate picked the jar up and tried to catch the arrow in it. Once all four arrows were thrown, the teammates switched places. If at least six out of eight arrows hit the mark, both players passed, but if one player threw four arrows and the other only two, they both died. 

The game took out fewer people than In-ho had hoped — 19 to be precise. Player 002 was alive and well, and the remaining 77 survivors returned to their chamber, where more and more beds had been removed, exposing the remaining three games on the walls — Hide and Seek, Yutnori and Ssireum. He remembered his time as a player, how he was the only one who paid attention to his surroundings and anticipated the following games. In-ho used all of his skills and knowledge as a detective and emerged as the sole survivor and winner. Did it bring his wife back? No, but it did make him feel so good when proved he earned his right to live.

Players were receiving less and less food, and from the comfort and safety of the control room, In-ho watched them slowly lose all traces of their humanity. He wondered how you would've performed in the games. Participants would have abused your kindness, and your good intentions would've gotten you killed. To make it worse, he was certain you would've sacrificed yourself to save someone else, someone you deemed worthy of winning. But in his eyes, only you deserved to live.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and In-ho took it out to read the text from you. He knew it had to be you. Who else would text him at that time?

Hellooo, I took a look in the fridge and noticed the eggs and milk will go bad before you come back. I was wondering if I could give it to someone who needs it.

Damn it, you did it again. In-ho couldn't be sure that you actually gave the food to someone else — he had to take your word for it for now.

Of course. May I ask who you're giving it to?

Remember the family I told you about? The one I teach Korean to? The wife is pregnant and can't work. I think she's due to give birth soon, actually, and they could use all the help. Besides, it would be a shame to throw away perfectly good food :)

Don't you want it, miss? When we first met, you told me you didn't have a good financial situation.

Oh, no, no. I'll be fine. They need it more.

Very well, please give it to them.

Ah, I also remembered you left some money on your nightstand. With all due respect, Mr. Hwang, that's very irresponsible. Anyone could take it.

Were you lecturing him? Him? Cute. In-ho even chuckled at your reprimand, finding it adorably amusing. If only you knew the things he did, the people he killed. How would you react? That question was beginning to take over his mind like a maggot wriggling inside of his brain. Would you be disgusted? Would you go to the police? Would you agree with his ways of cleaning the world of its impurities? It was no different than how you cleaned his penthouse — you both got rid of trash.

You're right, miss. There is a safe hidden in my wardrobe. Please put the money there. The code is 1321.

Surely you would crack at the sight of so much money and try to take some. No one sane would miss such an opportunity. But then again, maybe you weren't sane. Maybe you just needed a little push, a little encouragement. In-ho poured himself a glass of whisky and thought about the wound on your cheek, and the night you were crying on his kitchen floor. Someone had hurt you, and he needed to find out who so he could exploit that. And then, you would break. 

He was, however, slightly conflicted, because he didn’t want to ruin you. In-ho merely wanted to make you see things eye to eye. Just like him, life had been unfair to you. And just like him, you needed to survive. Kindness wouldn't take you very far — you had to witness the cruelty of the world somehow, and the only possible way to do that was to play the game and survive it, something In-ho knew you would never do due to your values and morals. And he couldn't wait one more year to push you past your limits. He needed to think of something else, and he needed to do it fast — time was ticking and you were a project he refused to let slip through his fingers.

In-ho checked the cameras at the time you normally arrived at the penthouse, patiently waiting for you. He was pleased to see that you were in a better mood, cheerfully greeting Eunjoo as you went about with your tasks, but something was different. You appeared to be texting someone, and he never received any notifications on his phone, yet you were quite busy chatting back and forth. His stomach churned, an amalgamation of feelings bubbling and boiling in his core. Anxiety? Anger? Jealousy? 

Jealousy.

You always sent him a text upon your arrival. You always let him know that you were there, so who occupied your mind if not him? The sudden lack of the very little control he had over you made him trip in his room and lose balance, and he forcefully ripped the mask off and tossed it on the floor. 

In-ho was losing the bet he made with himself, and not in the way he had imagined.

It wasn't him who lived in your mind, but you who invaded his, and it infuriated him, because after his wife died, he refused to get attached, refused to fall in love. Luckily for him, it wasn't love that he felt for you, but an unhealthy obsession to watch you, to know your every move, to find out who hurt you and make you hurt them back. 

You performed your tasks with utmost perfection, and placed the money in his safe while ignoring the riches inside it, but you were distracted, constantly looking at your phone and half-smiling whenever it lit up. In-ho couldn't have that. 

How's Eunjoo?

Since you were so busy talking to someone, he expected you to frown at his text, to scoff and ignore it. But you did worse. You stopped folding his clothes and sat on the edge of his bed, beaming at the message on the screen.

She's alright! We had dinner and a cuddle, and now she's playing next to me. I'll send you a picture!

In-ho watched you struggle to take a photo of the cat — each time you took out your phone, Eunjoo stopped playing, so you swapped to the front camera, trying to sneak a picture. You even smoothed your hair and made yourself look presentable, and he found it quite adorable that you tried to look presentable for him.

I'm sorry you have to see my face, but she wouldn't sit still for a photo!

You were stunning. It was all In-ho could think about when he opened the photo. Your bright eyes were like a drug to him, instantly hooking him, forcing him to regain a shred of humanity.

Don't apologise, miss. You're beautiful.

There it was, the crack he so desperately sought for. You were practically hyperventilating in his bedroom, struggling to breathe, constantly rereading the words on your phone. And then he heard you talk to Eunjoo, heard you question your own sanity. But no, In-ho didn't like you. He was simply interested in breaking you, oblivious to how you were breaking him.

"Damn it. I promised Donghyun I'd go for a coffee after work tomorrow. I'm so confused now." Your distorted voice crackled through his speaker, and In-ho clenched his jaw, barely stopping himself from breaking his phone.

Who the fuck was Donghyun? And more importantly, why did he care? 

He didn't care, or at least that was what he told himself for the past few days. He didn't care. He didn't give a shit about you. He didn't-

The familiar words of Frank Sinatra's Fly Me To The Moon stopped him dead in his tracks. In-ho turned the volume up, still in disbelief that you knew the song, that you sung it in his bedroom like no one was watching you. It was impossible how similar you were to him, to how he was before life took a turn. But a song and a kind heart weren't enough to change him. It was far too late for that. The only possible outcome was for you to become like him, and he wouldn't accept anything else.

For the first time, In-ho didn't offer you privacy when you stepped into his bathroom. For the first time, he watched as you peeled off each layer of clothing, and for the first time, he saw every scar and scratch, every burn and bruise on your body, new and old, and he understood. You had already faced the realities of this cruel world, and you chose not to become vengeful. Your father died, your uncle abused you, and yet, you shined.

The unforeseen urge to protect you seeped through his veins, but not before you got your revenge. You deserved to get revenge more than anyone in the world. And if you didn't want that, he'd make you want it one way or another.

"Fuck." In-ho whispered when his cock twitched in his trousers at the sight of your bare body. So vulnerable. So weak. So perfect. 

He sat down, phone in one hand and his eyes only on you. It was pure instinct when he fisted his cock, pure instinct when your name spilled from his lips, pure instinct when he imagined you under him, wriggling and writhing, pure instinct when he came on his fingers, disgusted with himself.

Pure instinct. Nothing more.

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[bloomzone]

self care is . . .

Reading a book: Engaging with literature to relax, learn, and escape from daily stress.

Meditation: Practicing mindfulness to calm the mind and reduce stress.

Eating a balanced diet: Consuming a variety of nutrients to maintain overall health.

Exercising regularly: Keeping the body active to improve physical and mental health.

Getting enough sleep: Ensuring sufficient rest to allow the body to recover and function optimally.

Listening to music: Enjoying music to boost mood and reduce anxiety.

Stress management: Implementing techniques to control and reduce stress levels.

Setting boundaries: Establishing limits to protect personal time and energy.

Being creative: Engaging in creative activities to express oneself and relax.

Time management: Organizing time effectively to balance responsibilities and leisure.

Taking regular breaks: Resting periodically to maintain productivity and prevent burnout.

Stretching: Keeping the body flexible and reducing muscle tension.

Practicing gratitude: Focusing on positive aspects of life to boost happiness.

Looking after your skin: Maintaining skincare routines to promote skin health.

Effective communication: Clearly expressing thoughts and feelings to foster healthy relationships.

Saying no: Declining unnecessary obligations to prioritize personal well-being.

Challenging your mind: Engaging in activities that stimulate cognitive growth and learning.

Learning new things: Continuously seeking knowledge to enhance personal development.

Regular medical checkups: Attending routine health screenings to prevent and detect illnesses early.

Hanging out with friends: Socializing to build strong support networks and enjoy companionship.

Spending time with family: Connecting with loved ones to strengthen family bonds.

Me time: Dedicating time solely to oneself for relaxation and self-reflection.

Self-reflection: Evaluating personal thoughts, actions, and experiences to gain insight.

Asking for help: Seeking support when needed to manage challenges effectively.

Setting goals: Defining personal objectives to provide direction and motivation.

Developing healthy habits: Establishing routines that promote long-term well-being.

Using your voice: Speaking up for oneself to ensure needs and desires are met.

© bloomzone

[torusonicpilled]

can we know more about the future au👀👀❓️

Alright I've been waiting for this, get ready for a really long lore dump... (click on keep reading so I don't clutter up the tags)

Future AU takes place 200 years after when-ever the main events of the game are. This would make Shadow 215 years old and Sonic 216 years old. Sonic: Sonic was created by a cult of former ARK scientists who wanted to create a version of Shadow specifically to be a weapon and without the Black Arms DNA. They used the DNA of a god and were successful (obviously.) However, Sonic at one point lost control of his power and destroyed everything, this event made him lose his memory. The first thing he saw when he woke up was the nature around him, creating his free-spirited nature (contrast to how Shadow woke up seeing Maria for the first time.) All this lore is here to explain why Sonic is immortal. However because Sonic is immortal and the public is unaware of this, and basically the gods have their own secret cult that gave Sonic an ultimatum. Basically he could A) Die at around 40 but keep his freedom, however the earth he loves may one day be destroyed due to the lack of him protecting it. B) He lives long enough (around 110) for people to realize he is immortal like Shadow, and not wanting to waste their best protector against the planet, seals him away, freezing him and only take him out when they need him to save them, or C) fake his death and continuing living, but lose his humanity, never being able to be “Sonic the Hedgehog” again. Sonic also never made this choice, as Shadow was the one who decided. Shadow feels guilt over this even if Sonic has gotten over it at this point. 

Sonic goes through a major depression in the years 110-150, as he basically loses his identity and is struggling with that. Sonic eventually finds some old outfit Shadow has in the closet, and uses it to become a masked figure called “S.” He now saves people under S, his speed being from “technology” and a voice modulator hiding his voice. Sonic is insanely powerful in the future, so people start equating him to a “legendary hero” who only appears when a threat too strong shows up. (like how Silver acted when talking about Whisper in IDW #8.) 

Sonic still has a lot of his immature traits personality wise, however he is a lot smarter when it comes to combat, having experience in situations, as well as being extremely overpowered. 

Shadow: Due to Shadow being the ultimate lifeform, he’s allowed to still be in public and shows his face. Shadow leaves G.U.N after Rouge retires, as Team Dark disbands. Once Rouge dies, Shadow spends a lot of time with Sonic, as Sonic is going through it being dead in all but name. 

Around 130-140, Shadow created “Maria’s Solutions,” his own private organization for helping people. Shadow is someone people go to when people can’t go to police or other organizations for help. He accepts help from almost any client, however he is often avoided by the worst as his power is terrifying. Shadow is now a detective, negotiator, and bounty hunter all in one, as he is more knowledgeable and collected now. 

After Eggman's death, Shadow adopted Sage at his request, not having it in him to bring her offline. Sage has a duplicate robot body but she prefers to spend time with him on Shadow's phone. She helps him out in missions, with hacking and tech related problems. 

Shadow has other employees for Maria’s Solutions, however I’m still working on them. Main ideas include an innocent girl similar to Maria he’s taken a soft spot to, a robot like Omega who works as a maid around their house, etc. 

Silver: Silver will occasionally come back to check in on Shadow. Due to the deal they made, Silver can’t know Sonic is alive. However, due to a mishap, Silver finds out and becomes friends with S. Sonic likes spending more time with Silver so he hides this fact from Shadow, sometimes going on missions with Silver. 

Other info

Sonic and Shadow aren’t important to this world. Lots of organizations and people fight in this world, thus leaving Sonic to deal with world ending threats and Shadow his clients. Organizations include

Technology conglomerates

A church that worships Gaia

The restoration

Militaries

Sonic and Shadow are married with rings pierced in their ears, however they do not like to define relationships. 

Anyone who Shadow trusts enough will meet Sonic by accident, but calls him “S” either way. 

Knuckles can be spoken too by connecting with the master emerald, which is underneath Sonic and Shadow’s house in an underground facility. 

Tails reincarnates when he dies with an extra tail, however he gets his memories from his last 100 years only if he meets Sonic. They don’t meet until 130ish, where Sonic agrees to wait until Tails is 20 every time before he hunts for him. (this part I’m still working on.)

Sonic is a jack of all trades who can use any weapon to fight as he likes to switch it up. Shadow uses a gun and sword combo along with his chaos abilities. 

AU is more comedic despite the somber tone, as Sonic and Shadow are still Sonic and Shadow at the end of the day.

Well that was a lot but if you want more info send me another ask with more questions for me to answer

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

It’s important to have at least some basic knowledge about pregnancy and birth - whether it’s something you see in your future, something you know you don’t want at all, or something that doesn’t apply to your body.

That’s not only because you may one day want to support a pregnant friend (and it’ll come in handy to already know the basics), but also because pregnancy and birth are essential parts of biology and human health.

I think it’s really important not to treat these topics as sensitive, loaded, or shameful, as something you should only learn about if it affects you personally. That kind of silence only makes it easier for misinformation and myths to spread.

Pregnancy is something that can happen to around 50% of the world’s population. Everyone deserves accurate information about it! Everyone living in a human body should know about human bodies. Simple as that.

So, let’s get into some myths and misconceptions:

Myth: Sex Ed causes teen pregnancies.

Fact: Comprehensive sex education actually lowers rates of teen pregnancies! Young people need accurate information about sexual health, contraception, consent, and healthy relationships to make informed decisions.

Myth: Only straight women want to experience pregnancy.

Fact: People of all sexual orientations can want to experience pregnancy, without it invalidating their identities. This includes women, nonbinary people, and trans men.

Myth: Trans men can’t get pregnant.

Fact: If they have a uterus and ovaries, they can get pregnant - even if they are taking testosterone.

Myth: IVF is the only way to get pregnant if you’re queer.

Fact: Artificial insemination actually includes multiple options, like at-home insemination, IUI (intrauterine insemination), and IVF (in vitro fertilization). (Plus: Queer covers a wide range of circumstances - some queer couples can get pregnant by having sex.)

Myth: IVF is a guaranteed success.

Fact: It’s not. Many people need multiple cycles and sometimes it doesn’t work at all. Age and existing health conditions can affect success rates.

Myth: Artificial insemination is only an option if you’re married.

Fact: It depends on the laws in your country, but there are clinics in many places that provide services to unmarried or single people.

Myth: If you get pregnant after 35, your baby will be disabled.

Fact: Most people over 35 have healthy pregnancies and healthy babies with proper prenatal care.

Myth: If you get pregnant for the first time after 40, you’re putting your life at risk.

Fact: Some risks do increase with age, but again: with proper prenatal care, many people have healthy pregnancies and babies even after 40. A late first-time pregnancy is definitely not some automatic death sentence. 

Myth: You can carry an ectopic pregnancy to term.

Fact: An ectopic pregnancy means implantation outside the uterus. It cannot result in a viable fetus and will become life-threatening to the pregnant person if left untreated.

Myth: Miscarriage is rare.

Fact: Sadly, it’s not. Around 20% of all known pregnancies end in miscarriage, most of them early on. The actual number may be even higher, since many miscarriages happen before someone even realizes they are pregnant.

Myth: You should take a pregnancy test right after having sex.

Fact: That would be a waste of money. It takes about two weeks after ovulation for a pregnancy test to detect enough hCG hormone to show a positive result. It’s best to take a test on the first day of a missed period. (Testing too early can lead to false negatives.)

Myth: Alcohol during pregnancy isn’t that big of a deal.

Fact: It’s a huge deal. Any amount or kind of alcohol can cause serious health issues for the baby. Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorders (FASD) are entirely preventable.

Myth: The severity of any unpleasant symptoms you may experience depends on how much you want the baby.

Fact: Pregnancy symptoms are caused by hormonal and physical changes. They have nothing to do with how much you want the baby or how good of a parent you’ll be.

Myth: Pregnancy “steals a woman’s beauty.”

Fact: That’s a horrible and misogynistic thing to say. Body changes during pregnancy are natural and women do not exist to be beautiful and beauty is not objective... There’s so much to unpack here, let’s just throw out the whole suitcase. 

Myth: The first symptom of pregnancy is always morning sickness.

Fact: It can be - but it could also be sore breasts, mood changes, fatigue, increased urination, or no symptoms at all until you realize you missed your period.

Myth: All pregnant people experience the same symptoms.

Fact: Every pregnancy is different. Symptoms can vary widely in type and severity.

Myth: Your second pregnancy will be the same as your first.

Fact: Every pregnancy is different - even multiple pregnancies for the same person can vary wildly!

Myth: The “due date” is the day you’ll give birth.

Fact: It’s just an estimate, not a guarantee. Most people give birth sometime within the two weeks before or after the due date.

Myth: When your water breaks, it’s a big dramatic splash.

Fact: For most people it’s not as dramatic as the movies make it seem. In real life, it’s often a slow trickle you notice at home rather than a dramatic gush in public.

Myth: Births are always a bloodbath.

Fact: Again, reality is usually much less dramatic than the movies show. Excessive bleeding would be a complication, not the norm.

Myth: C-sections are “the easy way out.”

Fact: C-sections can be life-saving, but they are also major surgeries with real risks and long recovery times. They are not the “lazy,” “cowardly,” or “easy” alternative to vaginal birth.

Myth: Your vagina always severely tears during childbirth.

Fact: Tearing is common (though not inevitable) - but most tears are minor and heal quickly. Only about 2% of people experience the most severe type of tearing.

Myth: If you never get pregnant, you’ll always feel an empty void inside you.

Fact: Fulfillment and happiness come in many forms. Many people without biological children (or without children at all) live rich, meaningful, joyful lives.

Myth: If you never get pregnant, you’ll get cancer.

Fact: That’s oversimplified. Never getting pregnant may raise the risk for certain cancers, but genetics, environment, and lifestyle also play major roles. Having one potential risk factor does not automatically cause cancer.

Myth: Humans were made to have as many babies as possible. Back-to-back pregnancy would be natural.

Fact: Frequent, back-to-back pregnancies can actually increase health risks for both the parent and the baby. Spacing pregnancies is not unnatural - it’s healthier.

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

[liahaslosthermind]

~𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭~ Part 2

Part 2 of The Spy Master's Secret Find more ACOTAR works here! Summary: The strange scent of an unknown female and a... love letter? Warnings: Out of character bat boys? idk but they are happy and brotherly and all is good in this, Mention of illicit affairs (just teasing), Bad injuries, Inner Circle loves to STAY in Azriel's business, I actually write Rhys as not an asshole in this one

The Spymaster had a dirty little secret.

Well, not really. But she loved to tease Azriel by referring to herself as such. 

He always pretended to hate it, but he could never fight the smile he got when hearing her refer to herself as his dirty little secret.

Deep down, he knew she did it just to see that damned smile.

He wasn’t smiling right now though, as he sat in his office after a rather… tiresome mission and got berated by his dirty little secret in question. 

While the conversation wasn’t pleasant, a wave of disappointment hit Azriel as he heard the combined footsteps of the High Lord and his General.

With one last scathing look, she walked into the shadows once more.

“Az! Rhysand and I were… was someone else just in here?” Cassian asked, stopping whatever thought was so important in the moment that both brothers had to interrupt him, but not important enough to finish.

“No.”

“Azriel, we can smell that a female was in here… a rather excited one at that.” Rhysand said, slightly wincing at his word choice.

“Oh my Mother, Azriel is having an illicit affair with an unknown female in his office.” Cassian teased, bouncing on his feet at the excitement the mere idea gave him.

“Yes, Cassian. I found time while finishing paperwork from the two week long mission I just got back from to have a clandestine meeting with a mystery woman.” Azriel grumbled. Though he played it off as a ridiculous assumption for the general to make, it wasn’t actually that far from the truth. In reality, she didn’t really give him any time, nor warning to find the time to get yelled at by her.

“Who is she? Do we know her? Nesta is going to die when I tell her we caught you post-hot and steamy meeting with an unknown woman.”

“I didn’t mean excited as in aroused, you idiot.” Rhysand said, smacking the back of Cassian’s head. “Is she the so-called best friend? And how did you get someone to winnow in and out of here without being detected?” 

“She didn’t winnow.”

“But her scent starts and ends in this room?” Cassian jumped in, still rubbing the back of his head.

“Yes.”

Both brothers waited for more information, till they remembered who they were talking to. Rhysand caught sight of the Shadows once more appearing in the room. “Did- did she shadow walk?” That seemed like the only explanation, but how could she have done such a thing without Azriel? She couldn't have been able to, unless…

“Please tell me you did not find another fucking Shadowsinger and not tell us immediately.” Cassian begged.

“I didn’t find another Shadowsinger and not tell you immediately.” Azriel replied sarcastically. 

“Wait, so did you or did you not?”

“I didn’t.” He replied truthfully. Not that the two bastards standing in front of him could tell.

Realizing that once again Azriel wasn’t going to give more information than he wanted to, Cassian and Rhysand gave up, finally explaining what they had actually come into the room for. 

----

“I swear to you Feyre, Darling. Just smell his office!” Rhysand said as he led his mate, with Cassian and Nesta in toe, to the Spy Master’s office.

He had sent Azriel on a bullshit errand in order to get the two Archeron sisters to experience it for themselves, having not believed either of the two Illyrians. 

Azriel knew it was a bullshit errand, but he also knew he didn’t want to deal with whatever Rhysand was planning on doing without his knowledge. 

“All I can smell is Cassian’s sweaty leathers.” Nesta said, coughing at the smell.

“I just washed them!” Cassian replied defensively. This only made Nesta gag, the smell strong enough to prevail even after a deep clean.

The two began to bicker, with Rhysand eventually joining in, as Feyre snooped around, not having had the opportunity to really look around Az’s office before. 

She had been content in her observations, ready to stop the argument about Cassian's eternal body odor, when she spotted a letter in beautiful handwriting.

She couldn’t read the letter, it had been written in a language she had never seen. Just as she began to lose interest, the sign off startled her.

“What the fuck?” she yelled, startling the rest of the occupants in the room.

“What's wrong?” Nesta asked, concerned at the sudden swearing. The vulgarity was normal for the eldest Archeron but not so much with the youngest. 

As Feyre pointed to the letter, Rhysand walked around to look at it, also unable to read whatever language it was written in. 

“Must be from one of his spies. Some kind of thing only they can read.” He reasoned.

“Why would he talk to his spies like this?” Feyre asked, pointing to the ending, reading it out loud for the other two in the room.

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭, 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵,

𝓐𝔃𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓵

A stunned silence filled the room. This was a strangely poetic side of Azriel none of them had ever witnessed. Before any questions could be asked, a crash sounded from the balcony. 

There, the "poet" in question held his stomach, seemingly trying to stop his organs from falling out. 

—

“How do you feel?” Rhysand asked his brother, finally waking up after a long few days spent in a magic-induced coma.

“Like death.” Azriel answered, head pounding from the light, even though it was as dark as possible, minus the candle that was lit on the far side of the room inhibited by the rest of the Inner Circle.

“Good. You are an asshole for staying on the brink of death for days. You stressed us out enough with your dramatics. I hope you hurt for a little.” Nesta said, trying to hide her relief at Azriel’s sudden consciousness. 

“It isn’t my fault I was attacked while having to search every art supply store in Velaris for certain paints Rhys wanted for Feyre. Which by the way, Rhysand, don’t exist. So fuck you for that.”

Rhysand grimaced. Feyre sent him a feeling down the bond he knew meant he was in for a lot of berating later. 

“At least you are on the mend. Madja said the poison coating their weapons is what really did you in. Once she found the antidote, you started healing. So, no hard feelings. Everyone is happy now, yes?” Cassian explained, a forced smile on his face as he hoped Rhysand wouldn’t bring up the fact it was his idea to send Az on the impossible paint run. 

“Actually, I have a few choice words for the Shadowsinger.” A new voice replied, startling every single person in the room. Well, all except one.

Azriel groaned in his bed, wishing the headache was worse just so he didn’t have to go through what he knew was unavoidable. 

“You know, we have a rule. No taking what isn’t ours without explicit permission from the other. 500 years and multiple wars is a long time to obey that rule just to throw it out the window on one random day.” The mysterious fae female scolded.

The rest of the room was in a stunned silence. Hands on weapons, magic at their fingertips, ready to fight whoever this was the second the shock wore off. 

“Who the fuck is this?” Cassian yelled.

A reasonable question.

The sound made Azriel wince, head still pounding. But it was about to get way worse. 

“My carranam.” The Spy Master replied.

A/n: sooo part 3?

Update: Part 3 out now!

[flwrkid14]

imagine if Tim’s rogues/villains (lady shiva, cat woman, riddler, ra’s, etc) are the only ones who remember his birthday? Like they’d break into the bat cave or JL meeting to gift him smth or just to wish him happy birthday. That’d be sad and depressing but also funny and cute ig.

thank you so much for this ask, anon !! it’s the perfect mix of funny and quietly heartbreaking — which honestly just is the Tim Drake experience. like of course his villains would remember his birthday. of course Lady Shiva would casually drop into the Batcave with a perfectly wrapped gift while everyone else forgets. it’s tragic. it’s hilarious. it’s weirdly endearing. and now I can’t stop thinking about it T-T

Tim doesn’t expect anyone to remember.

And look, that’s not some martyr thing. He’s not fishing. He’s not being dramatic. It’s just—everyone’s busy. Bruce is halfway across the galaxy playing interstellar Batman. Dick’s working double shifts in Blüdhaven. Cass and Steph are off-grid. Damian is... somewhere. Probably stabbing something.

Alfred would’ve remembered, but he’s in Zurich for that symposium on bullet wound triage. Because of course he is.

So Tim spends most of his nineteenth birthday in the Batcave. Doing diagnostics. Refreshing surveillance logs. Eating cereal out of a coffee mug. Like it’s not the most depressing way to turn nineteen.

And then the lights go out.

Not all of them. Just the perimeter lights. A very specific, very deliberate power dip. Because that’s apparently how Lady Shiva says hello.

She doesn’t say happy birthday right away. She just stands there in the half-shadow, arms folded, watching him like she’s assessing if he’s taller or if she just forgot how short he used to be.

“I brought food,” she says finally, and tosses a brown paper bag onto the desk.

Inside: dumplings. From that place in Chinatown with the crab logo he used to sneak off to between patrols. It’s still hot.

She doesn’t stick around. Just says, “Don’t waste it,” and disappears back into the dark like a cryptid. No hug. No smile. Nothing soft.

There's nothing particularly nice about it.

Next is Riddler.

He sets off every alarm on his way down the cave's elevator, and Tim barely has time to disable the failsafes before Edward saunters in wearing a blazer that could double as a traffic hazard.

“I brought you a game,” he announces, like this is normal. Like they’ve done this before.

It’s a puzzle box—wooden, intricate, probably one-of-a-kind. No branding, just a spiraling Latin inscription and a note tucked beneath the lid: "You’re harder to stump at nineteen. I’m offended, but i'll keep working harder to outsmart you, watch out birdy boy."

It’s mocking. Theatrical. Annoyingly sincere in a way that almost makes Tim smile.

Tim mutters a thank-you he doesn’t quite mean, but also kind of does.

Catwoman shows up uninvited (of course). No alarm this time—just a tap on the Batmobile’s roof as she lounges against it like it’s her personal chaise lounge.

“Word on the rooftops was that it’s your big day,” she purrs. “I figured the Bats forgot.”

She tosses him a small, flat box wrapped in a ribbon he’s 90% sure is from one of Gotham’s high-end jewelry stores. Inside is a slim data drive.

“Encrypted files on the mayor’s shady offshore accounts,” she says, almost bored. “Happy birthday, bird boy.”

Then, a wink. And she’s gone, leaving a faint trace of perfume and the knowledge that she absolutely used Bruce’s garage code to get in.

And then.

Ra’s.

Because of course there’s a transmission from Ra’s al Ghul, as if today hadn’t been weird enough.

The Batcomputer beeps ominously and suddenly there he is, on every monitor, standing before some firepit like he’s about to start a Gregorian chant.

“Detective,” he begins, smooth and dramatic and so deeply irritating. “I find the anniversary of your birth… worthy of acknowledgement.”

There’s a pause. Like he’s searching for the words “happy birthday” and finding them both distasteful and beneath him.

“I have arranged for several of your enemies to experience... inconvenience today. A small gesture.”

Which is Ra’s-speak for “I kidnapped half the Gotham underworld so you could have a quiet evening.”

It’s dumb. And morbid. And weird. But he remembered. Which is more than anyone else did.

Midnight hits. The cave is dark again. Shiva’s bag is empty. The logic puzzle sits unsolved on the floor. Selina’s drive hums faintly where he’s left it connected to his laptop. The screens have long since gone cold, the remnants of Ra’s transmission fading.

No texts. No calls. No Bats.

Just a handful of villains with weird boundaries and the emotional range of a brick.

Somehow, it still means something.

Somehow, it’s not the worst birthday he’s ever had.

[bagel-bird-ainsor]

I was doing some planning for a little Wrightworth comic I want to draw, and it came around to me thinking about Edgeworth’s glasses; the ones he has in his Chief Prosecutor design. What’s his prescription?

He has them on in all his sprites when you’re talking to him out of court-

-but takes them off when he’s in court.

I’m not sure what form of visual impairment he’d have that would require him to have glasses on while out and about, but removed when in the courtroom. My guess regarding this is that Edgeworth doesn’t really like to show “weakness”, especially in a professional setting. Needing glasses isn’t really a weakness, but I could see him not necessarily wanting to show that his vision has deteriorated.

So my next thought was, “maybe he’s farsighted and doesn’t really need them in court since everyone else is a ways away from him”

But then this sprite exists where he’s reading up close with his glasses off. So either his condition is mild enough that he can still make out words, even if they’re a little blurry, or Detective Gumshoe is printing out all his reports with the font sized up for him.

Personally, I’m nearsighted and would love to claim him as such as well, but with how much he enjoys going up against Phoenix in court, I think he’d like to see his struggling opponent clearly. (“wright only makes that ridiculous face when his back is pressed against the wall” etcetera, etcetera)

So my guess is that he’s farsighted, but not to the point where things up close to him are entirely illegible.

Anyway that’s me thinking far too much about a fictional attorney’s glasses. If any of you have your own hcs about that, I’d love to hear them. I don’t know a whole lot about vision impairments besides my own, so if someone else has a different experience or more knowledge that would provide a better explanation, I’m totally open to having my mind changed.

[loveemagicpeace]

🐚Creativity and Focus💿

🌙5th house & 12th house are considered houses of creativity. Only for the 5th house, it shows itself through hobbies, visibility, activity, impulsiveness, fun, joy, passion, and the 12th house through the deeper art with which we show our emotions and our imagination.

🦋Pluto in the 5th might confer the gift of writing a good detective novel; being creative in other ways, can be an all-consuming and transformative experience, giving rise to a deep and unassailable power within yourself. 🌱Uranus here might suggest that creative ideas fall like heavenly sparks, trying to find a place to land and take root. You have potential for genuine creative originality, although your challenge might be to allow it to land and take form, because each idea is rapidly superseded by the next. You can create something very unique and different. These people usually have very interesting and unique talents.

🪐Saturn in 5th house-maybe you find creativity through the lessons of life (everything you've learned). Real creativity can come later in life and so can the inspiration you find. Saturn in the 5th house brings a strong desire for fame, recognition, and success but may result in delays and disappointments in love life and artistic creations. Your chosen pastime might be chess or something equally strategic. Creative work can become a honed skill, from event planning to sculpture or pottery.

🧜🏼‍♀️💫Neptune in 5th house- your creativity shows through your imagination, which is limitless. Many times people do not understand the creativity and hobbies that these people have - because it can be something completely different, mystical. They have a vivid imagination and often surprise others with it. You find a lot of your inspiration or creativity by the sea or places that are more emotional. Music or poetry might appeal to you, and you may find it easy to lose yourself in artistic activities. These can bring a sense of emotional and spiritual fulfilment.

❤️‍🔥Jupiter in 5th house- traveling is your passion and you can also do something that involves traveling. You can find hobbies everywhere. These people are many times famous abroad. You might opt to have a large family or just enjoy indulging in holidays and recreation. Taking time out to play can be rejuvenating.

⚡️Mars in 5th house-For you, sexual potency might well be a form of self-expression. Games are competitive and having children could bring your fighting spirit to life. You can show your creativity through sports, especially more dangerous sports or sports that require a lot of energy. You like things that give you an adrenaline rush.

🩷Venus in 5th house-Romance needs to be at the heart of a relationship for you, a sense that your worth and attractiveness are admired. Creative skills might involve design or fashion. You can also show creativity through the love or feelings you have for someone.

🎄Mercury in 5th house- Your creative impulse might involve words and communication - inventive writing or storytelling. You seek praise for this, since this is a side of you that can shine. You can have many mental abilities. People may see you as a person who can solve a lot or a person who can compete well in words.

🌙Moon in 5th house- Attuned to the playful world of children, you have an easy creativity and fun-loving side. You might also want your personal needs to be placed centre stage. You feed your mind through different learnings and attaining knowledge. You are likely to have a strong desire for creative self-expression.

☀️Sun in 5th house- You can be a natural performer or creative artist, happy to take a place in the spotlight or put your heart into your creative work. You seek attention and praise. You need to give yourself permission to be who you really are. You are gifted with the ability to remind others about the importance of creativity and fun. You can have a very beautiful childlike energy.

🎞️Chiron in 5th house- Perhaps adoption or surrogate children are part of your experience. Any form of play can help to nurture the wounded child within, both in yourself and in others. It suggests that you are a creative and unique person but sharing your gifts with others is not always easy for you. You remind people how important it is to be you and express yourself.

🌟12th house energy. This is a place where you can conjure images and connect to non-ordinary worlds.

🥑Mercury here you might be interested in myths and fairy tales, or be attracted to symbolic languages (such as astrology!). You might be curious about the spiritual or intangible dimensions of life, including myths and symbols. Imaginative story telling allows your voice to be heard Or with Venus here, perhaps art or photography appeal to you, or losing yourself in a romantic novel (or writing one). The perfect lover probably does not exist - but hold the image in your head and you might then recognize it as a projection of your own beauty or gifts. Even Saturn enters into the spirit in this house - Saturn here might serve you well if you are a designer, a composer, or the manager of an art gallery, giving form and substance to imaginative conceptions. Remembering you are not responsible for the world's suffering can help you to focus your dedication around truly worthy causes. You have a gift for bringing order to chaos.

🩵Mars in 12th house- On your own you might feel as though your efforts do not hit home - yet you can fight effectively and courageously on behalf of those who are weaker or less fortunate. You find your creativity through passion, energy, actions - you can have many hobbies and you are very good at many things. You have many hidden talents. You can also express art through anger. When you're angry and you doing things you do things better. Mars here suggests that you can solve problems in a unique and creative way. You can use your planet here for making art, writing, or in any creative way. The 12th house is the house of fantasies, illusions, music, acting―with placements here, you can easily tap into the ocean of the unconscious and turn into something unique and beautiful.

🌛Moon in 12th house- Care work might appeal. Focusing your compassionate efforts in this way can be more fruitful than trying to care for the whole world. You find yourself emotionally connected to people and understand their emotions on a subconscious level.

🌞Sun in 12th house- many times you show your art through things that others cannot see. You want to show what people can't see.To go into the unknown and unconscious. With your artistic expression, you often inspire other people and people can find you as someone who helped them a lot through (music, writing, dance...) whatever you do, you do it to inspire others. You can talk a lot about mental health or how to find the light. Your identity and purpose can emerge from a life dedicated to service. You may shine as a performer or actor, easily shifting into character.

🔥Jupiter in 12th house- Bliss might be the perfect trip abroad or time spent celebrating in jovial company. For as much as you give generously, you might also feel blessings magically arrive. You can bring happiness to the people around you. You can do a lot of things that are fun, optimistic and inspire a lot of people with your work.

🫧Neptune in 12th house- Perhaps you give everything to the cause, leaving nothing for yourself - but you can be a beacon of compassion in a troubled world. These people express their art through the most spititually imaginative things. They have their own imagination. They live in their own fantasy world and many people find their work very interesting.

🪁Uranus in 12th house- Perhaps you hide your unconventionality so as to fit in - reclaiming this can heip set you free. Your radar for collective trends can put you ahead of your time. You often have a unique and unconventional personality. People with this placement usually try to avoid being in the spotlight.

🏹Pluto in 12th house- If you do not accept your own power (or feelings of powerlessness) you can undermine your efforts. You have the capacity to probe the psychology of the collective mind. You can leave a mark with your work. Many powerful people hold this position. ( Steve Jobs, Marilyn Monroe, Kurt Cobain, Jennifer Lopez, Katy Perry, Lana Del Rey, Tom Hanks..)

🛼Chiron in 12th house- This suggests a desire to heal the collective and show compassion to all. Perhaps you have had to conceal your own suffering, making you sensitive to others' hidden pain. You have the potential to become a remarkable psychologist for others. By overcoming your fear of self-exploration, you can understand the mechanisms of healing and utilize them to heal others with subconscious wounds.

✨Ig-bekylibra✨

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-Rebekah🫧💿🦋

[kenyatta]

The video starts with bold red letters blaring: “2016 Democrat Primary Voter Fraud CAUGHT ON TAPE.” A series of blurry security footage follows, showing blatant instances of ballot stuffing. The only problem: The clips actually depict voter fraud in Russia. A quick Google search would have easily revealed the dubious source of the video, along with news articles debunking its claims. But when researchers from Stanford studying young people’s media literacy — the ability to accurately evaluate information in the wilds of mass media — showed the video to 3,446 high school students, only three succeeded in identifying the Russian connection. “There is this myth of the digital native, that because some people have grown up with digital devices, they are well equipped to make sense of the information that those devices provide,” says Joel Breakstone, who led the 2021 study. “The results were sobering.” It’s a startling reality about Gen Z, backed up by multiple studies and what we can all see for ourselves: The most online generation is also the worst at discerning fact from fiction on the internet.

also:

While social media may make news more accessible, there’s also little quality control to the information on the platforms. And although people of all ages are bad at detecting misinformation — which is only getting harder amid the rise of AI — members of Gen Z are particularly vulnerable to being fooled. Why? There’s a dangerous feedback loop at play. Many young people are growing deeply skeptical of institutions and more inclined toward conspiracy theories, which makes them shun mainstream news outlets and immerse themselves in narrow online communities — which then feeds them fabrications based on powerful algorithms and further deepens their distrust. It’s the kind of media consumption that differs drastically from older generations who spend far more time with mainstream media, and the consequences can be grim.

and one more bit:

Young people aren’t solely to blame for their lack of digital literacy. In school, students are taught to read closely and carefully — which misinformation researchers say has unintentionally enforced the idea that students should drill into a single video and determine its accuracy with their eyes, rather than leave the page and open Google. The technology of misinformation is advancing rapidly, and it is becoming impossible to differentiate what’s true from what’s false with mere observation. For older generations, who came to the internet later in life, there’s still at least some natural skepticism toward what they see online. For the youth, it must be taught. Gen Zers are uniquely vulnerable to misinformation compared to older age groups not just because of their social media habits, says Rakoen Maertens, a behavioral scientist at the University of Oxford, but because they have fewer lived experiences and knowledge to discern reality.

[onpointedfeetandbrokendreams]

Hello Dead Boy Detectives fandom!!

We were talking in a Discord server about finding a simpler way to share knowledge for fanfic writing purposes and we came up with the idea of this file.

There are two sheets, the first one allows you to ask for help with specific topics, for example: I wrote a scene set in Spain and I need to write a couple of sentences in Spanish; or I want to write a fic about a chef but I don't know anything about working in a restaurant.

The second one is for offering help with things you have experience in, you never know, it might give people inspiration for new AUs!

Feel free to share it, or edit it, let's keep this fandom alive and write amazing fics 💜

[aventurineswife]

Imagine eldritch Creator with an avatar they use to interact with the material world for a moment.

Like, maybe no one but those who's minds have been touched by the Creator can tell what their avatar is.

Maybe Herta encounters them, and is now following them around like a lost puppy doing what she does best, maybe trying to ingratiate herself with the Creator.

But no, the main reason I've had this ask is because, what if Aglaea tried to fathom Creators intentions with her strings?

I still don't fully understand everything that she can do with the strings, but I do know that at a bare minimum she can feel emotions and detect lies with them. So what if the Creator could hide both from her? Maybe Aglaea witnessed the Creators sheer power and tries to discern if they are a threat or not, and upon seeing that there is *nothing* there to discern she gets Castorice to eliminate the avatar.

Only for Castorice's touch to do nothing. And why would it? The avatar is something hand-crafted by a being so much more than they knew, death is not something the avatar will ever experience unless it's by the hands of the Creator.

So, to calm Aglaea they let just a small amount of their emotion flow, and what Aglaea feels is mind shattering.

It isn't any known emotion, it's an endless chasm of... something. Why can't she understand?

Aglaea starts to dig her threads deeper, trying to get into the avatars mind, and the Creator let's them. And, in a single moment Aglaea sees what she shouldn't have.

Where I can see Herta embracing and accepting, loving and cherishing every moment she can get with the Creator, I see Aglaea fighting against and revolting at what she has seen and felt. How could anyone love a being like the Creator? How could the Trailblazer and Dan Heng worship something so terrible? So endlessly vast and evil?

Oh, you’ve really cracked open some wild layers here.

The concept of the Creator using an avatar to interact with the material world is just... chef’s kiss. The idea that only those who’ve been touched by the Creator can recognize it is so haunting. Imagine the Avatar appearing to the uninitiated as a simple figure—a person, a shape, a thing that fits into the world—but to Herta, Aglaea, and others who’ve glimpsed the Creator, it's something more. Something that doesn’t quite belong to the physical world. Maybe it’s made of shifting, impossible geometry, something that exists in every direction at once but only appears as a static entity to the casual observer. Or maybe it’s just… wrong in a way words can’t describe—familiar but not, like a reflection that isn’t quite yours.

Herta, ever the seeker of knowledge and fascination, would likely be thrilled, completely enchanted by the presence of the Creator's avatar. She’s found something that has the potential to entertain her for eternity. She might even want to impress the Creator, showing off her intellect, her ability to perceive things beyond mortal comprehension. She’s become this lost puppy, following them around, trying to prove she’s worthy of their attention. Maybe she even feels like she’s been “chosen” in some strange, cosmic way, because for once, someone (or something) has acknowledged her, even if it’s just by existing in her proximity. The idea that she is utterly captivated and willing to do anything just to stay in their orbit? It’s perfect.

But Aglaea’s reaction? Oh boy. Aglaea is the perfect foil for this kind of encounter. She’s incredibly perceptive with her strings—she can read emotions, detect lies, discern truth from falsehood. So when she encounters the Creator’s avatar, she’ll try to apply her normal methods of investigation, trying to understand them, to gauge them like she would anyone else. But the fact that the strings can’t even comprehend the avatar’s intentions? That’s a power so far beyond her that it fractures her reality. For someone like Aglaea, who’s used to controlling the threads of fate, to come face to face with something she can’t even touch? That’s terrifying.

Her initial reaction would be to eliminate the threat, something she feels certain she can do with Castorice at her side. But when Castorice’s touch does nothing, the sheer powerlessness of that moment would be a gut-punch to Aglaea. She’s never been made to feel so utterly small. And she’s terrified, trying to rationalize why her abilities failed in the face of this unknown force.

To calm Aglaea, the Creator allows just the faintest trickle of their emotion to bleed through. And Aglaea feels it—the emptiness, the vastness, the horror of it. It’s not even an emotion in the traditional sense. It’s an incomprehensible chasm of raw, primordial energy, a void so profound that it shatters everything Aglaea knows about existence. How can she make sense of it? How can she even label it? There’s no comfort in it, no safety. There’s only awareness—the awareness that the universe is insignificant in the face of this boundless force. That everything she has ever known, every emotion, every experience, is tiny, fleeting, and utterly irrelevant in the grand cosmic scheme of things. The fact that Aglaea can’t even interpret the Creator’s true intentions sends her spiraling into madness.

And this is where it gets really fascinating. Herta, with her unquenchable thirst for knowledge, would embrace what she’s seen, accept it for what it is, and revel in the madness of it. She’s found something so vast, so incomprehensible, that it excites her. But Aglaea? She’s different. She’s a person who is used to control, to the certainty that she can understand things. She can manipulate emotions, she can feel her way through the threads of life, but this? The Creator’s presence doesn’t just break her control—it destroys the very fabric of her understanding.

When she tries to dig deeper into the Avatar’s mind, she is granted access—because the Creator doesn’t fear her. They don’t care what she sees. But in that instant, when Aglaea sees the truth of what the Creator is... her mind fractures. She sees a being so ancient, so far beyond mortal comprehension, that it warps her very understanding of the universe. The Creator isn’t evil in a traditional sense—they simply are, existing outside of any moral framework. Their intentions, their existence, are simply beyond anything that can be understood by the likes of mortals.

And Aglaea sees that. She feels it. And she can’t bear it. How could anyone worship something so… indifferent, so vastly evil in its disregard for life and suffering? How could Dan Heng and the Trailblazer, people she’s known, accept this as part of their reality? The mere thought that this is the force that shapes everything—it’s too much. Aglaea begins to fight against the truth she’s seen, to reject it, to pull away from it. She may even turn her strings inward, frantically trying to sever any connection to the Avatar, to block out the knowledge that’s been imprinted into her mind.

What’s so intriguing about these two characters is the contrast in how they approach the Creator. Herta embraces the madness and beauty of the Creator, accepting the cosmic horror with open arms, while Aglaea fights it tooth and nail, unable to reconcile the truth she’s seen with her own understanding of reality. This divide could cause serious tension, especially if Aglaea starts to question the Creator’s influence on others—like Dan Heng or the Trailblazer—and what it means for their very existence.

In a way, this sets up two opposing views of how to respond to the Creator: one sees them as an opportunity for growth and infinite curiosity, the other as an abomination that must be destroyed before it can swallow everything.

I can already tell this AU is shaping up to be something wild. The philosophical, existential, and cosmic horror aspects are amazing, but also, it’s got a very personal touch with how these characters interact with such a vast, unknowable force. You’ve got everything here: love, madness, conflict, acceptance, and rejection. The contrast between Herta’s embrace and Aglaea’s horror alone would make for some epic character arcs and tension.

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Obsession.

Summary: You're Jolly's girlfriend but that doesn't stop Noah or his obsession for you. Driven by his lust, he sneaks into your hotel room while you're out.

CW: mentions of masturbation and overall horniness from Noah.

NSFW'ish under the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

Noah knows he shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong for several reasons, but when he successfully slips the keycard into the swipe, he turns the handle to the hotel room and enters your room, one which you’re currently sharing with one of his best friends while you’re staying over in this city during their band's tour.

You’re here for your boyfriend, who happens to be one of his best friends and roommates. However, he can delude himself into believing that it’s just for him.

While you and Jolly are out for the day, Noah has snuck into your hotel room, after giving a vague excuse about heading upstairs for a nap. Earlier that morning, he successfully swiped the keycard to your room from Jolly without his knowledge.

Slowly, he circles the hotel room, glancing over at the piled-up bags in the corner. Even if you’re not a light traveler, he admires your neatness.

Approaching your bags, he playfully fiddles with the zipper, contemplating reaching inside for something of yours—anything that would simply allow him to possess your scent alone.

It's become a recurring occurrence at his shared home with Jolly whenever you visit.

The subtle scent of almonds, coffee, and a hint of vanilla lingers in the air, especially in Noah’s room when you’re there to chat while Jolly is occupied or out. He often tries to extend your stay just so your scent can linger.

When the scent became too faint for him to detect, he became determined to find out what perfume you were wearing.

Once, he even sneaked into Jolly’s room to find your bottle and spray the inside of his hoodie, just so it would smell like you.

Choosing not to risk being caught out by rummaging through your bag, he searches the rest of the room and closes the distance to the bed.

He’s familiar with your sleeping position; he’s seen you in Jolly’s bed enough from in the mornings when he peeks through the door. He knows it’s your preferred side because Jolly has even mentioned it.

Noah kneels at the edge of the bed on what he already knows is your side, his hands gently stroking the sheets. Housekeeping hasn’t arrived yet, and is unlikely to do so for such a short stay. However, you’ve made the bed look presentable by turning it down yourself.

Pressing his face against the mattress, he inhales, taking in the familiar scent of hotel laundry detergent and a subtle musk reminiscent of Jolly’s. As he inhales, your fragrance mingles with his, and he follows it across the sheet as he pushes himself up off the floor and onto your side of the bed.

A deep, guttural groan escapes his lips as his hand instinctively reaches up towards the pillow. He grasps it tightly before pulling it closer to his face, revealing your sleepwear tucked neatly beneath it.

Jackpot.

Like a man possessed, he tears your sleep shorts from the pile, bringing them to his face and presses them firmly against his nose. He inhales, your scent stronger than ever on these. Despite his hatred for the distinct musk of sex, which he knew was associated with yours and Jolly’s activities, he couldn’t resist burying his nose against the fabric and clinging to inhale, arousal coursing through him.

Now that he’s had his fix, he should simply leave, but instead, he rolls onto his back and pushes a hand down into the front of his own branded sweats. His hand strokes his bulge through the fabric of his boxers before pushing past the waistband to stroke his cock, teasing the tip to the thought of it being your fingers. He reminisces on your delicate touch and how it felt every time he was fortunate enough to experience it.

He’s consumed by thoughts of you, from the softness of your laughter and its high pitch to the sweetness in your voice when you insist on getting your way.

Opening his mouth, he presses the fabric of your sleep shorts between his teeth, muffling the grunts he makes as he thrusts his hips and quickens his strokes, all while his senses remain completely consumed by the scent of you as he keeps the rest of the fabric pressed to his nose.

He shouldn’t be here right now, considering how easily he could be caught. You and Jolly could return at any moment, but he can’t bring himself to stop.

His lips quiver as he whimpers and whines, his voice a desperate plea of your name, which falls from his lips like a prayer. He can’t stop imagining you all over him, your voice and laughter echoing in his mind, playing on a loop as he fucks himself into his hand until he feels the warmth of his cum spilling out over it and into his boxers.

He has no shame, lying there, his body jerking wildly as he frantically pumps the remaining cum into his boxers, completely disregarding the mess he’s created for himself. 

This is what you do to him. You drive him to the brink of madness, completely consumed by a primal lust fueled by his insatiable desire for you, yet his inability to possess you.

Pulling your shorts away from his face, he gazes at them, contemplating whether to take them. After all, what could possibly go wrong if they disappeared? Would you even notice or care?

In a moment of hasty thought, he crumples them up and stuffs them into the pocket of his sweats. When he lifts his head to look down, there’s an obvious bulge there, but it’ll suffice until he slips back into his room, hopefully unnoticed.

Slipping off the bed, he returns your pillow and attempts to flatten the newly crinkled sheet. Crossing over to the door, he slips out, leaving Jolly’s room key behind. 

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Idk if anyone cares but if you’re still on the fence about watching dead boy detectives, especially after the cancellation, I would still seriously recommend watching it. There was obviously some hope of a second season that they left a couple storylines open but overall the major plot points of the season were all actually resolved so there’s no fear of a drastic cliff hanger. I personally have never had a piece of media resonate with me so deeply, specifically the queer aspects but also the interpretation of devotional friendships and love is some of the best I’ve ever seen. And it wasn’t afraid to tackle intense topics like domestic violence, self loathing and hate crimes in ways that were actually taken seriously. The costuming alone is some of the most lovingly handcrafted art I’ve witnessed in recent media not to mention the setting design and worldbuilding. But above all else, this is one of the most amazing fandoms I’ve ever been apart of. I’ve never been apart of a fandom where people are so willing to spread joy and knowledge not just for the piece of work we’re bonding over but for their art and skills and life experiences. Like I obviously can’t force anyone to watch the show but I can assure you, you won’t regret it.

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i cackle at how antis echo chamber “louis hates larries” as if that’s so moving oh wow 1. most of it is pr drivel slobbering down his mouth and 2. even if there is truth to it and he doesn’t like that we know too much—being silent is something i can’t do. this is bigger than louis.

this is knowledge and knowledge is safety. knowledge is how you become aware of situations so you don’t fall victim to them and end up controlled by a tyrant like simon FOUL. knowledge is what louis & harry didn’t have as preyed upon CHILDREN that were eaten alive. bcos of that lack of knowledge (FOR ME) larry is more than a ship. it is a goddamn lifestyle (and no asshole) not in the way that it’s a cult, but in the way it literally teaches you the horrors of life and how to navigate those horrors and find power in community.

do you really think the larries didn’t play a factor (A FACTOR NOT EVERY FUCKING FACTOR READING COMPREHENSION) where harry felt safe enough to be more open and explore himself after 1d? do you think larries were not the backbone for louis while he was in that slave contract for 5 years after 1d? and no i’m not crediting solos bcos most of y’all believe the bullshit.

LARRIES are one of the FEW fandoms to recognize, dissect, and expose the insidious shit that goes on bts in the music industry. call us sleuths, detectives, free journalists whatever the fuck i’m sure they’ll teach a class on us one day about the dedication & power a fandom can wield and how those who are threatened by that power use gaslighting and bullying tactics to silence it. larry is not a conspiracy. it is the fucking truth in your blind eyes that your comfort and privilege won’t allow you to see. it wasn’t too long ago the general public thought britney spear’s fans were crazy for noticing shit was off with her FOR YEARS, but despite all the bullying they never gave up and the free britney movement happened. MANY of the people who joined the movement were og deniers btw but again people only join when it’s comfortable or brings clout.

and JEEBUS britney was the biggest fucking pop star in THE WORLD and yet she was being heavily controlled and abused and it was so unfathomable to you? so many of you were so fucking suprised but HOW? HOW WERE YOU SURPRISED??? you thought her breakdown was for shits and giggles? you thought she shaved her head and smashed a window bcos she was having a good time? but let me not even get started on how GROTESQUELY some of you treat addicts and then you fucks will say “ok so it happened to her but that doesn’t apply to your conspiracy loser blah blah” ok brainwashed fool—it is literally a copy of a copy of a copy, a p a t t e r n, a vicious cycle, A SYSTEM. what makes you think if the biggest pop star in the world wasn’t exempt the biggest boy band in the world was? the biggest boy band who again were manipulated and groomed as CHILDREN by the devil himself. and simon never hid he was the devil btw. when you have knowledge and life experience (god forbid trauma) these people can never hide who they are but so many of you still close your eyes to them?

like omfg supporting larry is so simple??! it is fighting for QUEER JUSTICE and QUEER LOVE and making space for queer artists to be themselves openly and not have their love be the thing weaponized against them to destroy them. queer artists should NEVER have to choose between their souls and their dreams. NEVER. THAT is why i became a larrie in 2012, am a larrie now, and will always be a larry truther. their relationship status and the decisions they make i might disagree with is irrelevant to this. the history is what’s important.