#Everlasting Connection

[ryanranney]

Faith in the First Embrace

I was a stranger to your bed you had welcomed me to I was a foreigner to your world you had opened up to me. In that last stab at life to dance with trust to reveal yourself to make our souls collide you did rest your faith in us. What was it that directed our feet to one another that we did not know in those first hours? What was it that paused our union to face a new life that we did not wish…

[nelkcats]

Transfers

Jim Gordon decided to offer his home to the students transferring from Casper High to Gotham Prep for a few months. Barbara wasn't too happy about it but Jim preferred that to having those kids end up in a dangerous place or worse, with Bruce Wayne (he meant well but frankly Jim would rather not risk another young vigilante). Besides, one of the transfers practically demanded a restraining order against the millionaires, the poor kid.

Honestly Jim didn't understand why the transfer program existed. Casper didn't know how dangerous Gotham was? Or didn't they care?, all he hoped was that he could keep them safe and that they wouldn't come back to their home too traumatized.

Of course, he had no way of knowing that the Casper's trio was more than ready for Gotham, with weapons disguised in their suitcases and a ghost hero about to enjoy an extended vacation after negotiating a deal with the ghosts.

Gotham wouldn't know who hit it.

[sinorim-pisani]

tl;dr The Danny Phantom fandom is just obsessed with Found Family and I FALL FOR IT EVERY TIME

Hear me out, people, hear me out......

FRAIDS.

that's it that's the post.

jk jk that is absolutely not the post, because I have SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT FRAIDS. Danny Phantom lore at it's FINEST.

Strap in folks, it's about time for another (weirdly long??) DP word blast!

Now this could be the "found family trope" lover in me, but I freaking love the possibilities that exist when it comes to the concept of a ghost fraid. What I've read in fics is just *chef's kiss*. We have the mental links, the ectoplasm based threads that bind everyone together, the found family idea of course, and pleeeeenty of angst potential. But I wanna talk about the nitty gritty details.

What is a Fraid, if not a subconsciously and artificially created link based on a ghost's heightened feelings of attachment, or ownership? Bear with me, I can explain; we'll use Danny and his Fraid as an example here. Typically, when introducing the idea that Danny is connected to his friends and Jazz and Dani via the concept of a "Fraid", fic authors use the image of threads created with ectoplasm to tell the reader that the group is connected together on a higher level. These threads are often a result of Danny unknowingly marking his people as his, and thereby telling the ghost world that messing with these people means messing with Phantom himself. To me, this sounds a lot like Danny is essentially layering his own ectoplasm onto his group so frequently, intensely, and even intently (despite his continued ignorance to what his ghostly side is doing), that his resulting Fraid essentially becomes a part of himself. The ectoplasmic threads are then a physical manifestation of Danny's ectoplasm as it exists in his friends.

But if this is the case, could a Fraid ever be created intentionally?

Let's lay out the apparent requirements to create a Fraid, based on the proposed example above. I'm postulating that, to create a Fraid, the ghost needs to 1) spend a sizable portion of time around the future fraid members, 2) feel strong feelings of possession, protection, obligation, or what have you, 3) maintain a large amount of affection for their persisted presence, and 4) feel safe enough around them to allow their ectoplasm to manifest like an aura, rather than keep it tightly inside and controlled. In Danny's case, all of these conditions are met by Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and Dani, and they are typically the ones you see being placed in Danny's Fraid. His parents aren't on that list, as they fail to meet condition 4, and possibly even condition 3 (which is not to say Danny doesn't feel affection towards his parents. He definitely loves them, but does he love them consistently, constantly, and in the same way as he does his friends?). While Danny is constantly choosing his friends (he chooses them day in, day out, after Sam convinces him to walk to his death, after Tucker makes a decision out of intense jealousy, after Dani hunts him, Danny is still choosing them), he isn't constantly choosing how he feels in their presence. That would be hard for anyone to do, let alone creatures whose entire being revolves around their emotional volatility. The idea of intentionally creating a Fraid is ruled out, based on the idea that, even for beings that run off emotional cognizance, feelings as vulnerable as those required for the process are difficult to create and maintain consciously.

Now how does Fraid creation actually work?

The way I've described it above, I'm going to claim that a Fraid is essentially the ghost version of a horcrux. Instead of the soul going into an object, the ghost is exposing other ghosts (or people, in Danny's case) to intense amounts of their ectoplasm (which could be argued to be their soul given form, I guess?) and the ectoplasm is then settling inside the other party, being absorbed into their core, or skin, and cementing that individual as a part of the ghost creating the Fraid. Since this kind of ectoplasm is primarily that of the ghost, it will invariably have ties to the emotions that ghost is experiencing, hence the idea mentioned above that there needs to be a prolonged feeling of relaxation and safety about the creatures in the pre-formed Fraid. This being the case, I like to think about how Fraids might function when they're made of other ghosts too, and whether or not those secondary ghosts can basically form a layer of Fraids (like one web of ectoplasm built on another web and on another etc with different ghosts being the center point....does that make sense?). Would a Fraid with mostly ghosts develop it's own impression of a core? Is there a threshold of ectoplasm needed to develop a power level in this case? That's some juicy theory building right there.

When Danny's Fraid comes onto the scene, it gets a bit wonky.

Most of the time, his Fraid is made up of two (or three if you're counting Dan) ghosts and three (sometimes liminal sometimes not) humans, and there's almost of bit of a power imbalance. I would say that both Danny and Dani end up establishing this group of people as their individual Fraids, but how do the three humans influence the ectoplasm connection? And how does the fact that Danny and Dani virtually share an ectoplasm signature influence it? (this isn't to say that they share a core or are the same people, I am a firm lover of ice core danny and water core dani, but Dani is a clone and a product of Danny's ectoplasm....do you think they have the same signature, or would Dani develop her own signature?)

Connecting this to my first question above (is a Fraid a product of a ghost's feelings of "ownership" or "possession"): if you like your humans liminal like I do, I'm going to take a chance and say that Sam, Tucker, and Jazz have developed juuuust enough of a ghost core or an ecto signature for the Fraid threads to stick to them, and that ghosts probably wouldn't be able to draw regular, non-liminal humans into their Fraid unbeknownst to them. Due to this, I believe the humans would be able to reflect the ectoplasm back to Danny, creating a stable loop that allows for the continuance of the Fraid connection. I don't necessarily think this alone would allow for a strong connection - they're human, however liminal they might be, and liminal humans don't have the same ectoplasm reserves as a ghost, nor do they have the amount of "soul-like" ectoplasm needed to cement themselves inside the other parties like Danny could ( remember the horcrux analogy?). But! But but but! If Danny and Dani share an ectoplasm signature, and a Fraid is essentially an emotional feedback loop given substance, then you have two times the ectoplasm signature being run through and reflected back to each of the Fraid members, essentially....eliminating the original weakness of their connection?? And therefore you end up with a fully formed and healthy Fraid system?? I think that's pretty neat, right?

Idk dude, is this too long? Is there a limit to how much I can talk about this? I don't think there is.

for the sake of digestibility I'm going to DEFINITELY be writing a part 2 for this!!

But think about these questions in the meantime, if you want:

Would a ghost that isn't the Fraid's formation point be able to reject or leave the Fraid system? How?

What would happen to the Fraid "head" so to speak, if their Fraid threads were severed or rejected, based on the theory that it's essentially a part of themselves implanted in another creature?

Are potential Fraid members aware of what's happening when a Fraid is in its preliminary stages?

Could Fraids be rare?

Am I projecting my feelings of isolation onto a cool kid's show?? Who knows! I feel a fanfic idea coming tho....

Part 2 coming soon!

[go-go-devil]

The Everlasting Dragon In Ash Lake Was Once A Human Being

Yes, really.

Look, there are a LOT of theories about pretty much every character in the original Dark Souls, as was the intention of this game, but in my humble opinion one of the most mysterious and compelling characters of all is the Everlasting Dragon of Ash Lake. The last survivor of the war against the archdragons, hidden away in a small pocket of how the world once was and recruiting undead to evolve into dragons themselves. A very compelling creature to be sure!

However, the more I've looked into both the design and odd quirks of this dragon, the more I've come to the conclusion that this beast is not a "descendant" of the Ancients in the traditional sense...

First, let's take a look at the model and compare it to the few good shots we get of the archdragons in the intro cutscene. Screenshots of Everlasting Dragon close-ups & unused animations were taken from this video by youtuber Crest:

That is quite an odd look compared to those of the ones that came before it! Its eyes are pitch black and appear more forward facing (if the archdragons even have eyes to compare it to, I can't see them at all in these shots!). More notable, however, is that its body is coated in a thick layer of fur that the archdragons notably lack. The two pairs of wings are definitely an exact match, but there are already enough differences to at least raise an eyebrow.

But I expected many of you have already guessed this isn't an actual archdragon. The description of the dragon greatsword you get from cutting off its tail plainly states that it is a "descendant of the ancient dragons," NOT the last of its kind. Seath, Kalameet, and the Gaping Dragon are close descendants too and they also look radically different from the Ancients. What point am I making with this observation?

Here's my point. Study the model again, especially its legs:

And now check out at one of its unused poses:

This dragon isn't sitting down like any tetrapod animal would; its hind legs are crossed in a meditating position. The unused pose goes even further in showing off how unnaturally human-like the dragon appears, but that's not all! My next piece of evidence lies in its claws, or should I say, "hands."

Those are four fingers and a thumb, all in the EXACT shape of a human hand!

To better show just how bizarre this is for a dragon to have, let's compare this to Seath and Kalameet's own hands/paws:

Just like all the wyverns, these closest descendants of the Ancients are tetradactyl. They lack the fifth digit that the everlasting dragon has, showing even more just how unnatural this is for a dragon to possess. This design detail remains consistent within the entire series, as the two other major descendants we see in the sequels, Sinh and Midir, also possess only four-digit toes.

I should note that the Gaping Dragon is also unique in that it possesses five digits on its two hind legs and six digits on its front paws, but those lack the human fingers & toes resemblance and instead appear much more like lizard feet.

And all of this isn't even the CRUX of my theory!

I want you all to remember when you first encountered the dragon at the very end of Ash Lake. Wasn't it a bit strange that the bonfire in front of it was already lit and filled your estus flask up to ten?

The only other bonfires in the world which are already kindled by the time you reach them are ones tended to by firekeepers, and all firekeepers are tied closely to humanity (yes, even the Fair Lady, since demons have also been shown to possess humanity + she too has a firekeeper's soul).

Now the picture is complete! At some point in the past a human, specifically a firekeeper, had found her way into the depths of Ash Lake and by means still unknown to us managed to transcend her human form and become the (near) perfect image of an Everlasting Dragon!

It makes sense why this dragon isn't hostile to us, but it more so explains why the Dragon Covenant even exists in the first place. The Undead, like the archdragons and their closest descendants, are functionally immortal beings in their cursed state. It's the very reason why Seath the Scaleless became so obsessed with studying them. The way I see it, the Everlasting One and the dragon apostles who discovered her/it see their undead state not as a "curse," but instead as a means of evolving into a superior form free of all pain and suffering.

The dragon being a firekeeper also makes sense thematically with how its covenant works. Much like how we give the souls of deceased firekeepers to a living one in order to strengthen our estus flask, the Everlasting Dragon needs us to bring dragon scales taken from deceased dragons and/or dragon relatives in order to strengthen our form as a dragonoid. In a sense, the dragon head and torso stones given to us are as much the soul of the once-human firekeeper as estus.

In conclusion, never underestimate a scalie's determination! 🐲

[dxxtruction]

Louis does see Armand for all his flaws, and yet still chooses him, and loves him, but when he sees them for what they really were, and really entailed, he no longer can. Oh, gradations of evil. Louis had in ways bought into it.

[randomnameless]

Checking this alt's lines for something interesting, I happened on this instead :

WTF is Rhea saying about time being everlasting for her??

Nabateans have a longer lifespan than humans, for sure, but they're not eternal?

We know Aubin was an old man when Yuri met him, even if we don't have direct confirmation he was a Nabatean. But to imply Nabateans are "everlasting" - that is if someone doesn't slaughter them - is something that wasn't even suggested in Houses or Nopes, but then, I know 10k years of lore are just, that, so maybe they were, or not, idk.

Also, WTF is the "I will return to those days. That thought is what sustains me, even now"???

Sothis even lampshades this, wondering if it's alright to be so obsessed with her, and the "oh of course you should be pleased" is???? Rhea's ashamed of her obsession and her inability to process her mother's death and absence, she isn't proud of it!

The "what sustains me, even now" is doubly WTF, because we know, Fodlan-wise, that Rhea didn't spend every hour of every day thinking on how to resurrect Sothis, she only crafted 12 homonculi in 1000 years, and let Jerry and bby!Billy live their lives out of her reach when Jerry ran away 20 years ago.

The return of the Goddess is one of her objectives, for sure, but she isn't as obsessed with it as those lines suggest.

And the second reason is more, uh, watsonian wise : this Rhea is the one who is hanging out with her mom, so why the "I will return to those days. This is what sustains me" nonsense? She's already living through "those days" with her gremlin, there's nothing to return to, she's already there!

--

In a way, this alt is even more infuriating because it feels like Rhea's own "Adrift" banner : Young!Azura dreamt she had people who were her friends/accepted her, but it was nothing but a dream, it's not the Ascended or even Legendary!Azura who ended her journey with real, and not dream "friends".

Here Rhea reunites with her mom - save that it's the amnesiac gremlin and not the mother she remembers - but her core trauma and issues aren't tackled, this is not the Rhea who survives Silver Snow and can finally have a character arc because Billy decided to marry her else she either dies or fades off-screen*, but, I'd say, a Rhea who "might have reunited with the Gremlin during the events of White Clouds" and even then, it's a bit of a stretch.

But given how Gremlin!Sothis is here, we can't even say this alt is finally Rhea's dreams coming to fruition - because this is not the Sothis who remembers being her Mother, nor acts as one (hell they seem to be closer on the artwork for the soundtrack than in the multiple lines exchanged with this alt!) so it's just... let's say some weird weed induced hallucination she has lol

What's even more annoying is how this TT dialogue implies Gremlin!Sothis knows there's something wrong and disturbing about Rhea's obsession, but instead of trying to tell her to move on and accept the present to build a new future instead of being focused on the past, Sothis drops that point after Rhea gives a, frankly, disturbing answer, and prefers to follow on the topic of conversation at hand, aka, what kind of present Billy'd like.

:/

We can't have a Sothis who borrows a page from Seteth's wife's book and tell her daughter something like this :

And we can't even have some harmless heroes fluff - like Erinys hanging out with her Manhya even if she knows the Manhya from her world is dead, or Tailte spending time with her children - this alt was designed as "Rhea who is weirdly obsessed with her mom reunites with the sassy Gremlin in Byleth's head who doesn't remember her - even if she does at a certain point in the canon - , and Rhea's so desperate that she's satisfied with this and tries to bond with the Gremlin who - despite wondering where and what her family was doing and missing them in the canon and the spin-off - feels awkward and begrudgingly accepts her affections".

And the entire situation will never be resolved in a meaningful way, Rhea's still creepily obsessed with her mother returning and won't deal with her obsession in a constructive "the past will never return let's move on" way like her brother and niece (?) learnt.

*I'd say Heroes who "finish their character arcs and are the best versions of themselves" are Brave Heroes, so unless Brave!Rhea becomes a thing, this will never happen, but given how Rhea's development in FE16 is tied to Billy wanting to shag her because everything is crammed in that horrible S-support convo even the fact that her mother finally talks to her, we could make a case for Ascended!Rhea who, much like Azura, will be a mouthpiece to sing the praises of the player character.

[phlesbian]

maybe its my daily stress levels but i'm about to cry thinking about 2009 phan

[dc-probate-attorney]

Growing Old Together: The Beauty of Long-Term Commitment

In a world where change is constant and the future is uncertain, there’s something profoundly reassuring about the concept of growing old together. Long-term commitment, a testament to enduring love and unwavering partnership, is a journey that transcends the passage of time. It’s about weathering life’s storms hand in hand and finding beauty in the shared moments, both big and small. In this…

[ryanranney]

Where Eternity Met Us

Not with idle hands was this formed that we would know our tender love How else could it be that all prayers find their way into one answer spoken? I feel the history that cannot be felt in any other manner Embers kiss the gate of my awakening locked away from the spectacle of reality found on the smiling face of the enemies salesmanship How we did dare Who in the end walks the distance where…

[zipmode]

Conviction betrayal and/or failure :eye:?

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

YES. LOL. I thought it'd be funny if Vic knew Raphael pre-game so I tied him into their story a lot. The long and short of it is he knew their biological dad (dead now 😁), came across them when they were Down With the Sickness, became amused by the idea of being able to use their crazy sorcerer powers for his own gain, and spent a lot of time trying to manipulate an isolated bedridden teenager into becoming his eternal unpaid intern. Vic realized this when they were mostly done with their recovery, and basically told Raphael to fuck off and never talk talk to them again. They did not get their wish.

As for Conviction betraying people themselves, I don't think they really ended up AROUND enough people to gain anyone's full trust in the long term before getting tadpoled. They only time they ever really 'betray' anybody is if they've only known the person for a brief amount of time and harbor little to no respect for them. So no big betrayals, but definitely a good amount of little ones. Or at least, like, little in Conviction's mind.

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

Conviction definitely considers their criminal career both their greatest pride and their greatest failure. On one hand, they were incredibly good at what they did, and even better at keeping their identity a secret. They prided themself in the quality and ingenuity of their poisons, and realized way too late that maybe making incredibly fucked up concoctions might end up with a good people dying. They did NOT cope well with the Big Incident that acted as a sort of wakeup call to them, and mostly spent a lot of their free time from that point on being generally miserable.

Until getting tadpoled and making Actual, Real Friends for the first time, Nobody knew about Convictions secret criminal life except for probably like. Keene. Since they ran their business through the Guild. Conviction would probably drop hints about their criminal lifestyle midway through act one, then reveal the full extent of it late act two.

[astrxlfinale]

A threat that was a promise layered with a hopeful threat? Somehow, the intent within that manages to be a private language in its own right, a gentle form of relief despite the concern that dares to invade upon the space of ingenuity. Human, machine or anything in between or beyond, who in the hell enjoyed having threats set upon the necks of those they cherish? A core like this is what strikes him, how in his way, he knew this fell well beyond the scope of just a request or even care for human life.

Since when has Caelus come to truly mean something to her? It was a question born from unrest, but it warms him, offering all the more reason to turn himself into that formidable boundary of rebellious resistance. "Death hasn't stopped me so far. And I have no intention of taking some sacrifice route either. Cosmic rules be damned."

"We play to win when the chips come down like this. ..Herta, you're far from getting rid of this damned mug of mine."

To think frozen time would be the condition for her heart to bear. In this very case, for the both of them to realize that this here, what they hold began to really mean something at some point through their everchanging journey. As I've Written would be closed, that crystal tome releasing an airy, nigh jubilant tome the cutting, peaceful found of her digitized voice is focused upon.

Urgency may have grated itself into her eyes, but in this moment, the capricious emotions of this Trailblaze held an odd sense of ease, all due to her worry being a powerful kindle to his inner flame. It was required for the daunting, nigh hellish discovery of a once simulated doomsday now very actively being lived within. That image of Rubert strikes his mind, the countless deaths and sprayed blood, of machines being harmonized by madness as the primitive language of slaughter found new toys, reasons and unwilling participants to take part.

"If that is the case.." He begins, a faint tension finally receding from his voice.

"Looks like we've been officially connected to finishing this job then, inside and out. That metallic, cosmic asshole wound up scorching away too many places I could've Trailblazed."

His words may hold a quality that openly damns Rubert. It doesn't change the staggering weight of what she introduced. Somehow, this was an opponent even a gathered sect of Emanators would come to have trouble with. Half a fucking universe, with all the divine protections of Aeons, human ingenuity and bolstering, simply reduced to rubble. This bastard was now a face that was making this genius' heart, a companion of his, come to deal with potential turmoil in ways outside of the altered reality she wove.

In a very selfish way, Caelus accepts that this pisses him off all the more, in her name.

Amidst the fading binary and the growing static of her tone, time also began to sigh, a limitation being found as the tome faded entirely from his hand. "An equation that takes the ultimate negativity and transforms it into an all ending disaster, with the bonafied bonus of computational instantaneousness. How someone's bright idea to try replicating Nous' brain on our plane made a whole lotta hell. ..."

"I won't forget us sitting by Dr.Patavia's bedside at her final moments."

Caelus steps forth in the growing void of time, memory and data they've found themselves in. Initially it looks like he intends to approach her data entity in some futile means of reaching out. Instead he steps by her side, walking past her in a way that gives no chance of looking back, of doubts or second glances. That damnable smile would be as clear as day to see in that very moment. The resolve carried within their backs would serve as the core of this promise.

"These happier days you found with the gang, they will not be coming to an end like this. We'll make sure of that."

Let the light rip them back to their appointed paths. A showdown was promised upon the horizon ahead.

"Find me." For only a smartass like you truly can.

       She should expect nothing less of a follower of Akivili. Many things had motivated the Nameless over countless Amber Eras... but surely it was the compassion and curiosity that motivated them to blaze a trail forward, into the stars, that proved their greatest folly. Their willingness to involve themselves with the trials and tribulations of the worlds they visited, their tendency to grow attached to the people... to the point where some had even planted roots and remained after their work was done. This sort of attitude and recklessness was to be expected, and the more rational part of her brain easily recognised and understood that.

       It was the somewhat irrational part that had forced its way forward, however. She would not admit it, but Madam Herta was concerned. If not even she or Screwllum, two of the cosmos' most brilliant minds, had yet to crack Amphoreus' secrets... then, isolated and unreachable as he was, Caelus and his other trailblazing friend didn't stand a chance on their own. Herta may well have been talking to him now, in an insecure pocket of the planet's firewall, but she was only a projection. Were something to happen as they talked, were Lygus to figure out that she had breached his impenetrable barrier and act accordingly, she would not be able to reach out and stop it.

       Until they made a breakthrough, she could do nothing but observe — and while Herta would never refuse a challenge, powerlessness was not a state of being that had ever sat well with her.

       And when has easily ever been an accepted part of your life, Herta?

       Some part of her knew that she'd struck a nerve when anger flashed in those golden pupils and they had swiftly risen to meet her own. Herta said nothing, but simply watched, compelled, as he spoke. Rarely had she seen him so passionate ( where was this passion whenever she threw him into the Simulated Universe? ), and it was effective.

       Just like the Nameless who had come before him, he cared. And, just like them, he was willing to put his life on the line for the sake of that which he had decided to care about.

       And he was right: Madam Herta's attention would have long since dwindled had this been a conundrum the Astral Express could handle on their own.

       She always respected those brave enough to meet her prickly, stormy demeanour head on.

       When he finished, there was a deliberate pause at his question, her violet gaze scrutinising him carefully. “ If you get yourself killed before Screwy and I can force our way in... I will bring you back just to make you regret it, Caelus. ”

       Her tone remained sharp, but if you were particularly attuned to Madam Herta's tells, it was entirely possible to read between the lines and hear a resounding yes, you can hidden in there somewhere.

       At that very moment, as if on cue, her holographic image began to stutter. She glanced around, seeing her own view of Caelus — and Amphoreus as a whole — flicker like a malfunctioning computer monitor.

       Both she and Screwllum knew this would happen eventually. This fleeting connection was exactly that — fleeting, until they found a way to combat that damned firewall and gain more of a foothold here. Their priority for now had been in establishing some form of contact with the Nameless, and gaining all of the intel that they could.

       Herta refocused her attention on Caelus with a level of urgency. “ One more thing. So far as grand, important secrets are concerned, Screwy's conjecture about Amphoreus might be worth hearing. From my description of the encounter I had with Lygus, he believes that this world may be an Emperor's Scepter in disguise — one that fell through the cracks and has somehow remained functional all this time. ” She cast one, likely final glance at the room Caelus was in, trying to capture every detail. “ Neither of us have enough evidence to confirm or deny that this is at the heart of Amphoreus, but it is something to bear in mind. ”

       A beat passed, the walls around them starting to close in, Caelus' one tether to the outside world beginning to fray at the edges. “ Even if I did have time to explain the Scepter system and the Scholars' Strife to you again, I don't repeat myself, so I hope you were paying attention during our time together in the Simulated Universe. ”

[wicthered]

❝ in the midst of the crowds, in the shapes in the clouds, i don't see nobody but you. in my rose-tinted dreams, wrinkled silk on my sheets i don't see nobody but you— ❞ ( double take, dhruv )

[evilwy]

"I can see that this could be fate

I can love you more than they hate

Doesn't matter who they will blame

We can beat them at their own game"

🎉Yippeee we made it!! Collaboration with amazing @virgil-630 (left art with Henry) go and give him some of your love for this awesome piece of art!!❤️

And here will be a little bit about the meaning of flowers on the work:

Tiger lilies symbolize wealth, prosperity, and good fortune. In Chinese and Korean cultures, they represent good luck, wealth, and honor. In Buddhism, mercy and compassion.

White clover symbolizes good luck, protection, purity, hope, prosperity, balance, and harmony.

White Acacia Tree, symbolizes purity and platonic love. Additionally, it's connected with strength, endurance, and immortality, making it a powerful symbol of renewal and eternal life

Bellflowers often represent a blend of dignity, everlasting love, loyalty and refined elegance across cultures. They are also associated with a sad farewell and enduring love, representing themes of affection and constancy.

[lambilegs]

your best friends older sister!sevika fanfic had me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. love the way you write her as a mean teasing flirt ☺️ may i suggest roommate!sevika who does everything she can to get reader worked up such as bringing home girls to purposefully fuck them loud as fuck to make reader jealous 🙂‍↕️ hehe

roommate!sevika headcanons

note to anon: OMGGGG thank you so much bae!! and right? I feel like if she found someone who got on her nerves, she'd enjoy being the rudest flirt alive, hehe. ALSO, YES, I LOVE THIS IDEA SOOOO MUCH. took me a while to write it out, but I hope you enjoy!! <33 contains: sfw and nsfw content (minors + ageless blogs dni), reader receiving oral and strap, porn-watching, kinda voyeuristic (reader gets horny from sevika having sex with other girls), throat-grabbing, smoking, reader's body is referred to with the terms "pussy," "g-spot" and "clit"

roommate!sevika who doesn't really bother talking to you at first, just keeping to herself. she's not a fan of sharing her living space with people, but money's tight, and this is what she can afford right now. she's not interested in friendship, or some sort of everlasting bond to form between the two of you. she just wants to live in amicable peace, and have her space to herself.

and so, the two of you barely talk. you try, at first, but it becomes clear three days in that she's utterly uninterested. which, you can't lie, is a pretty huge disappointment, considering that the prospect of living with an incredibly hot and stoic butch was one that had you thrilled initially. but, unfortunately, she seems anything but truly interested in any sort of connection with you.

roommate!sevika who remains in her bedroom most of the time, working on one contraption or the other, or watching videos on her laptop.

or gaming. because, yes, she games, and she does try her best to keep quiet, she really does. but, the idiots she plays with have her occasionally shouting, cursing loudly as they cause her team to lose yet again.

every now and then, she'll hang out in the living room, watching TV, but that's usually reserved to when you're not home, or locked up in your own bedroom. when you come out to cook in the kitchen, or sit on the love seat so that you can fold laundry, she'll usually linger for a few minutes, carefully observing, before standing up to head back to her bedroom.

it's not like she hates you or anything. you're pretty okay -- nice to her and not sloppy and disgusting like some of the other roommates she's had before. you even share the food you cook with her, and have always been cooperative about splitting chores with her. so, in sevika's books, you're not a person who she's keen on disliking, and she actually feels pretty damn lucky for having found your ad.

roommate!sevika who does nothing to quell the sexual frustration you've had for months due to the serious dry spell that's been plaguing you. walls are thin, and you can hear the loud ass girl she's brought home, moaning and whining as sevika's bed frame rocks against the wall. every now and then, her noises are met with sevika's hushed grunts and filthy words of, "tell me, who's a good girl?"

you twist and turn in bed, rolling over to glare at your phone. it's 2:03AM -- how does she still have the energy to be fucking at this time? you're exhausted, irritated, and insanely horny from what you're hearing. because horribly enough, this girl doesn't sound like she's faking -- no, she's truly enjoying herself. sevika is just that good of a lay, it seems. and that piece of knowledge has your pussy beginning to dampen, soaking through your panties.

if you shut your eyes, and drift into the hazy world of dream land, you can pretend that it's you and her making those noises. that she's the one fucking you right now. god, just the thought of that notion has your clit aching.

but, it also has you feeling a strike of insecurity. because the truth is, that probably won't be you and sevika anytime soon. she doesn't even give you the time of day. you don't know what it is you've done to her, but she avoids you like the plague, never returning any of your offers of kindness or bonding. and it's beginning to sting really bad. if she can canoodle with a stranger (and, yeah, you're painfully aware it's a stranger, since her text said, "Hey. I met a girl at the bar tonight, is it okay if I bring her over?") well enough to have sex with her that very night, why can she barely spare you attention as her roommate?

the thought is a cold wash over your horniness, and all it leaves is a bitter taste on your tongue.

roommate!sevika who's giving you the most bewildered stare as you shake the soaked thong of the girl she brought home last night, yelling about how you're convinced that said girl stole one of your underwear after this one got ruined.

"how would you even know that?" sevika snickers, eyeing you in disbelief. "are you that anal?"

"my drawer was half open, sevika! and I never leave it like that because I'd knock into it on my way in otherwise!" you snap, your eyes wide and glossy with anger. sevika's honestly a bit unnerved by the sight -- she's never seen you this pissed, but jesus, she thought it'd take more than a singular, flimsy piece of fabric to get you to this state.

"it's just one pair," she deadpans. "I'm sorry serena -- or, selena, I don't know -- took it, but it's not that big of a big deal."

"maybe not for you, but it is for me! listen, I don't care if you don't know the names of the girls you bring here, or anything about them -- but, just make sure they're not a thieving dumbass, okay? is that enough for you?"

sevika's jaw shifts, irritation beginning to sizzle in her from the condescension layering your words. you're talking to her like she's a fucking child, tone taking on a faux sense of guidance.

"okay, listen, I'm sorry she took your underwear, okay? I'll buy you a new pair if you're that bent out of shape over it. but, you don't need to be such a piss baby about it."

your head flinches back, eyes sharpening in clear anger. sevika feels a twinge of guilt. she knows she fucked up, since ensuring the girl from last night didn't do anything out of line was her responsibility. but, your anger has her own defenses kicking in automatically, and she's equal measures embarrassed and angered at being spoken to this way.

"I have every right to be pissed if you're gonna be stupid about the people you bring in our apartment."

well, that manages to snap her out of it. "because I could just magically anticipate that she'd steal your shit? I get it, she did something shitty, but I couldn't have known that. I've got lots of skills, but that's not one of them."

you scoff, the noise loud and unabashed. "oh, trust me, you made a great display of your skills last night. not that you seem to fucking spare any of that attention to someone unless you're gonna get a good lay out of it."

sevika immediately freezes at that, her brain running into overdrive. your tone has shifted into something biting, but lowered with what seems like -- frustration? frustration not just at that girl, but at sevika herself. and if you're frustrated about sevika possessing an attentiveness that she spares only to certain people, then that must mean--

sevika snickers softly. oh, yeah, you've definitely given her an opening in this argument. "what, you jealous?"

immediately, you're spluttering, broken words and half-gasps flinging from your mouth, sentences barely strung together. it only heightens sevika's newfound delight in having found something to hold above your head.

"you are, aren't you? what, haven't had a good fuck lately? need me to get one of my boys to come over and take care of you?"

sevika can see the way you work your teeth behind your pursed lips, and it only causes her flame of amusement to burn brighter.

"first of all, I'm not fucking pitiful, okay? I can handle getting fucked. second of all, I'm not into guys, something you'd know if you even spoke to me for two fucking seconds."

sevika's eyes widen at that. this interaction definitely had her suspecting it, but to hear you confirm it only sends another wave of satisfaction, mingled with surprise, through her. so, you're gay and bitter over having no attention, and specifically not hers? you're making it too easy.

"so, what, you're into me?" she asks, her voice twisted with snark. "been wanting me this whole time? mad I'm not giving you attention?"

she knows it's risky to be goading her own roommate like this, flirting and teasing. but, she can't help it -- not when your mouth is finally shut and she knows she has something on you.

she stalks up to you slowly, using her height to her advantage as she dips her head down, staring at you with a piercing smirk. "well?"

your eyes are wide, blinking rapidly like a pretty little butterfly. they flicker down to her mouth, and sevika feels something stir in her gut at the sight. she's always been neutral about you, but there's something undeniably attractive about seeing you like this -- seething, wanting, in need of someone to take care of you. as her gaze roves over your features, she finds herself struck for the first time that you're, frankly, pretty good-looking.

but, then, you draw in a sharp breath, and sevika reels back in surprise when you hiss, "no."

she's left baffled as you whirl on your heel, stomping to your room, muttering out, "perverted jackass."

sevika chuckles at that. perverted jackass, huh?

roommate!sevika whose noises are so bothersome that you cover your ears, gritting your teeth at the rattling-headboard noises that are running through the apartment for the fifth fucking time in these past two weeks. how sevika manages to get this many girls in her bed is beyond your human capabilities. all you know is that it was never this often in the past. no, this -- this is fucking personal. you can feel it in the way she shoots you a haughty smirk the next morning, and how she encourages the people she's with to moan louder, move back faster. it's gotten to the point where you can even hear the fucking skin smacks.

it makes you utterly enraged. and impossibly soaked. but, for your own sense of justice and determination, you refuse to get off to the noises. in fact, everytime she continues her habit of asking you politely if she can bring someone over, you ensure to respond in as chipper a tone as possible. you don't want her thinking she's having an impact on you. you want to convey the self-image of being unbothered, unfazed and completely okay with every little dig she's attempting with you.

what makes you snap is when you're on your way to work one morning, and from where she's seated on the couch, lip bitten in frustration as she does a crossword puzzle like a fucking nerd, she says, "enjoyed the show last night? I can pick someone else up tonight. thought I'd ask in case you need to charge your vibrator in advance."

stay calm. stay calm. don't attack her. don't sit on her face.

"well," you drawl with a forced smile, "you'd like that, wouldn't you? so, your next girl can steal it for herself."

she immediately bursts into a loud round of laughter, her gap revealing itself unabashedly. your eyes linger on it, struck with a sudden bolt of fondness. it's one part of her that is unarguably adorable.

you turn away before she can catch you, heading to the kettle to pour the boiling water into your tumblr.

"wait, no," sevika calls out from the couch, eyes still fixed on the newspaper. "the counter."

your eyes curiously travel to the wooden surface, gulping in surprise when you see a fresh pot already made. you know sevika always drinks coffee before her shift at the mechanic's, but that's usually just a single cup. never an entire pot like this. "did you, uh, make this for me?"

"don't flatter yourself. just take some."

her voice is a grunt and no-nonsense, not allowing for her meaning to be minced whatsoever. she wants you taking the coffee, and that's that.

with a bitten smile, you pour it into your tumblr, the pleasant scent of it wafting through your nostrils. it's the brand you always use, the one you've offered to sevika before that she's never actually taken you up on. at least until now.

she's at least half-redeemed to you until she says, "just needed some energy after last night, you know? wait, what am I saying? you were listening, won't you?"

your skin stretches over your knuckles as you tightly grip the doorknob.

jackass.

roommate!sevika who you try to get back at by watching obscenely loud porn. sometimes, you touch yourself to it, while other times, you just let it play in the background while folding your laundry, or wiping the dust from your furniture. you know it's immature as fuck, and will probably never equate to the personal touch of her being the one to incite those noises when trying to piss you off. but, hey, if it keeps her up at night and pisses her off, you're more than content. and judging from the glares she silently shoots you in the morning, you can tell you're succeeding.

at least, until one day, she leans in from behind when you're making eggs, her mouth lowered to your ear, and mutters, "c'mon, you're easy on the eyes. can't be so hard to find someone that you resort to porn, right?"

your nostrils flare, nearly slamming down the pan on the stove. "oh, fuck off."

"don't you mean 'fuck me'?"

your mouth cracks into an almost-smile. it's one thing to wanna fuck sevika, it's a whole other thing to have your stomach tighten up from how funny she is. makes it all the harder to deal with your current predicament. "no, I mean 'fuck you,' actually -- thanks for helping with that clarification."

"anytime," she huffs in amusement, lightly smacking your shoulder, which sends you nearly tumbling from her strength.

you glare at her back as she leaves. god, it's a good back. you hate that she has a good back.

roommate!sevika who's almost... thankful for this situation? because paying more attention to you, being in your way more often, ends up revealing to her that she was, admittedly, a damn fool for not having taken notice of you earlier.

because you're smart. like, wicked smart. what she suspects is mostly out of spite, you've started leaning over her shoulder, your scent flooding her senses as you spoil the answers to her crossword puzzles. at first, she rolled her eyes, grumbling that she would've gotten it without your help. but, now, she anticipates your stupid antics before you can even think about disrupting her mood with it. that translates to her raising the newspaper to you right as you meet her in the kitchen, an action which you first met with a disapproving glare.

but, in a matter of days, you're sitting right next to her, a pencil in hand, the two of you debating over answers together and groaning in frustration whenever you get something wrong.

when you bump her arm, whining, "c'mon, I told you it was wrong!" she can feel her face heat up like some fucking teenager.

and when you roll your eyes when her answer ends up being the right on, it only eggs her on, the motion usually followed with her murmuring, "sorry, what was that again?"

whenever you two finish, she always says, "thanks for ruining it," to which you singsong, "anytime, sevika."

and she hates to admit it, but you're funny, too. there've been several times where she's actually been rendered silent from just how good a comeback of yours was, or where you said something that caught her so off guard she nearly laughed in a moment where she was just annoyed.

and fuck her, you're so fine. so goddamn fine.

a notion that seizes at her when you come out of your bedroom one evening, dressed from head to toe in clothes she certainly has never seen you in before. clothes you'd surely never wear to work or when lounging at home.

she licks her lips, her mouth suddenly feeling very, very dry. "what-- where are you--?"

"putting myself out there." you shrug, idly stroking a palm along your head, smoothing your hair. "I mean, it always works for you. and, you're right, porn can only do so much. I think it's time for me to, you know, actually try to get with someone."

sevika's jaw clenches. like the fuck you will. "no."

"what do you mean 'no'?" you scoff, swinging your bag over your shoulder. "I can do whatever I want."

"well, I'm not letting you do this," she snaps, standing from her seat on the couch and rushing to block you from the door.

"why not?"

"because I--" she cuts herself off, teeth pressing in together as her mind is shaken with an influx of thoughts. because what can she even say? it's not just about wanting to fuck, not anymore. she's actually interested now. so interested that it's been weeks since she last brought a girl over. no point in doing so if her mind is filled with thoughts of you touching yourself to the noises, anyways.

you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. "yes?"

she leans in closer, propping a hand next to where your shoulders rest along the door. there's an inexplicable urge tugging her forwards to you, and she doesn't have it in her to resist it. "because I," she rasps, her voice low and scratchy, "I want you safe."

jesus, is she an idiot?

your face is deadpan, not a twitch of expression in sight. "you do it all the time. besides, how will I learn unless I'm out there, doing it?" after a beat skips between you two, you add, "unless you wanna come with?"

sevika snorts. "you really think I'm gonna watch you fuck about with some other people who don't deserve you?"

you brace your head against the plane of the door, eyes tracing over her face, making sevika's skin tingle in response. "then, who does?" you mutter quietly.

your tone is no longer flat. it's raised in pitch a bit, almost sounding hopeful. sevika swallows hard, her own body beginning to tense in anticipation. she latches onto that audible sign, using it to propel her forward until her lips are ghosting yours.

"me, you idiot."

and with that, she cups your face, drawing you into a soft kiss, your chapstick-smeared lips thick and slippery against hers.

roommate!sevika who makes you come so many times that night that you lose track. first with her head between your thighs, mouthing at your clit, fingers pumping into your hole as she spreads you loose and open. her lips wrap around the stiffened bud, drawing it in in tight, sharp sucks, the pressure of the movements making your legs tremble around her head, pressing into her ears without relent.

"damn, you trying to suffocate me?" she murmurs against your clit, the vibrations of her words making you whimper.

"it's what you deserve," you chuckle once the fog has cleared a bit, the noise dissolving into a whine when her tongue darts out, flapping over your clit with hard presses up and down, up and down.

"you're right," she hums, pressing a soft kiss to the spot just as her fingers curl up and begin stroking your g-spot, making streams of pleasure pulse from your pussy into your tummy, which tightens in anticipation. "I've been a dick to you, huh? I'll make it up to you tonight."

and make it up she does, her strap plunging into you and stretching your hole into a dull ache as her strong fingers hook onto her headboard, raising herself over you as your hips smack together. the mix of lube and your juices send filthy little squelches flowing through the room, and the noise only adds to the whirlwind of pleasure she's throwing you into without pause.

when she kisses you hard, making you whine as her fingers wrap around your throat and her tongue shoves into you, you can't resist quipping through your moans, "gotta say -- those girls had a point."

she chuckles against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. "and I was going easy on them. just wait till I'm done with you."

roommate!sevika who wraps her arm around you when smoking her cigarette afterwards. after lying together with nothing but some faded music playing in the background for a few minutes, she presses a tentative, slow kiss to your head, muttering, "I wish I had started talking to you earlier on."

you blink in surprise from the words, the tenderness of the moment sending a flood of emotions through you. you don't want to sound needy, but now that the topic has been brought up, a part of you aches for reassurance, wishing for the hollow part of you her initial avoidance had bore to be filled. "was it because I seemed uninteresting, or...?"

"no, no," she immediately cuts in, her voice hard. "I just wasn't interested in bonding with any roommate. never have been." her nails gently skim along your arm, and her voice lowers before confessing, "I thought you were sweet, though."

that sends satisfaction pumping through you, and you need to purse your lips together to halt a wide smile from breaking over your face. "yeah?"

"yeah, until you started being a little fucking menace," she whispers with a grin, her hand snaking down to squeeze your ass, a motion which nearly sends you moaning.

"hey, you started it with your panty-stealing girl."

"my panty-stealing girl?" she asks incredulously, her chin pointing down to shoot you a wide-eyed look. "you think I'm gonna call anyone mine except you now?"

feeling suddenly bashful from the bold declaration, you nuzzle into her neck, your face heating up. "I don't know."

"huh, you know, you're cute like this. docile, quiet--"

"oh, fuck off."

she laughs, lightly pinching your arm, which sends you squealing. "eh, I knew it only could've lasted so long."

"like you'd have it any other way."

she takes a drag, the corner of her lips curling up. "got a point there."

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[astrolook]

🔥 Synastry Myths That Need to Die (Or at Least Be Roasted) 🔥

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🔥Reality: No, they keep it interesting. A little conflict is necessary to keep things engaging, otherwise, y’all will be bored to death in six months.

🔹 Sun square Moon – Keeps things dynamic—you challenge each other emotionally and grow in the process. Passionate debates turn into deep emotional bonding. It could feel like you live in two different emotional worlds sometimes. 🔹 Venus square Mars – Enemies to lovers. Like a slow-burn romance novel where neither of you admits your feelings until you’re in too deep. Fights can get heated and so as passion. 🔹 Mercury opposite Mercury – Mentally stimulates each other a lot. Never boring.

💡 A mix of soft and hard aspects is 🔑. Too much "ease" = stagnation. A little friction? Sexy and exciting.

🗣️Some of y’all are out here begging for a “perfect” relationship, but are you sure you want one that feels like watching paint dry?

🚫 MYTH #2: Too Many Conjunctions = Soulmate Energy! Nah, You're dating yourself!

🔥Reality: Or suffocating as hell. Y’all might as well be the same person, which sounds cute until it’s not.

🔹 Sun conjunct Sun – "Omg, we’re so alike!" Yeah, for now. But do you really want a partner that mirrors you 24/7? 🔹 Moon conjunct Moon – Emotional twins, but can become too comfortable. Who’s pushing who to grow? 🔹 Venus conjunct Venus – Great for shared aesthetic and love language, but too similar = potential complacency.

💡Some conjunctions? Great. But throw in a few oppositions (for balance) and squares (for energy), or you might end up dating yourself.

🗣️You ever had a bestie you LOVED but couldn’t be around too long because y’all were literally the same person? That’s what too many conjunctions feel like in a relationship.

🚫 MYTH #3: "Saturn in Synastry = Restrictive. No, It's Just A Commitment Test!

🔥Reality: Without Saturn, relationships fall apart. The real problem isn’t Saturn—it’s immaturity.

🔹 Saturn conjunct Moon – Can feel like parent/child dynamics, but if handled well? Deep emotional security. This is forever. 🔹 Saturn opposite Venus – Challenges in expressing affection, but also high commitment potential when worked through. 🔹 Saturn trine Mars – Passion with stability—this is the "we still find each other sexy at 80" type of aspect. Slow and steady passion.

💡 If you have Saturn in synastry, embrace the responsibility but set boundaries so it doesn’t feel suffocating.

🗣️Saturn isn’t the fun drunk at the party, it’s the sober friend keeping you from texting your ex. You need that sometimes.

🚫 MYTH #4: Venus-Mars = Everlasting Passion? More Like a Telenovela.

🔥Reality: Yes, it’s hot at first—but will you even like each other in five years?

🔹 Venus conjunct Mars – 🔥 Chemistry? Through the roof. Emotional compatibility? That depends. 🔹 Venus opposite Mars – Can flip between passionate and exhausting, depending on how you handle conflict. 🔹 Venus square Mars – The sexual tension is wild, sparks fly in all directions. It's an exciting aspect.

💡If you’ve got Venus-Mars magic, add some Moon, Mercury, or Saturn connections so it’s not just lust with an expiration date.

🗣️Chemistry can only carry a relationship so far—do y’all actually like each other outside the bedroom?

🚫 MYTH #5: Moon Sign Compatibility = Everything? Okay, But Can You Communicate?

🔥Reality: Yes, emotional compatibility is important. But have you tried... actually communicating?

🔹 Moon trine Mercury – Emotional understanding and easy conversations (a great underrated aspect). 🔹 Moon opposite Mars – One is moody, the other is impatient. Passionate emotions and spicy debates. 🔹 Moon conjunct Saturn – Deep emotional security, but can also feel heavy or restrictive.

💡Don’t just look at Moons—how do your Mercury, Venus, and Saturn interact? Emotional security is great, but if y’all can’t communicate, it’s pointless.

🗣️Just because you both like to cry during sad movies doesn’t mean you’re soulmates.

🚫 MYTH #6: Twin Flames Can Be Seen in Synastry!

🔥Reality: No. Astrology does not confirm Twin Flames. Stop it.

🔹 North Node conjunct personal planets – Yes, this feels fated, but not every karmic relationship is "meant to be." 🔹 Pluto aspects (especially Venus or Moon) – Yes, this is intense and life-changing—but it can also be obsessive and toxic. 🔹 Vertex aspects – Yes, these can feel destined, but that doesn’t mean it’s permanent.

💡If a relationship is healthy, growing, and balanced, that’s what matters more than any hyped-up label.

🗣️Just because someone feels "fated" doesn’t mean they’re your forever person. Sometimes, the lesson is letting go.

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[ryanranney]

For a Friend

How great is our sorrow at loss How deep our hearts feel For the flesh is bonded to flesh And even ourselves are lost When we lose our family Father, Mother, Son I from their body They from mine Our lines are long in antiquity Our bond is strong in eternity But of my spirit is another matter For as the flesh weeps greatly The spirit does remind me For they that I love are not gone And they who…