#Forbidden Knowledge

[aventurineswife]

Feeling romantic, eh? Well it has been a little while since I welcomed myself to your inbox and have returned with love. But not just that! A request as well. Rather than my series of flowers, I think it's time for music.

"The Legend Of The Blue Eyes" - Anaxa x Astrologist! Reader

This is a series that I think has music that may... inspire you. It will be your only prompt to go off of besides the reader being an Astrologist as well as an Astronomer. Fluff, Angst- It matters not. These will be targeted towards Anaxa, and he alone. Enjoy, ma amour. (This is totally not an idea I had but haven't had the confidence to write. So, you'll enjoy this dynamic I'm sure.)

“If the Gods Fall, Let the Stars Remember Me”

Summary: In a world governed by celestial fate and divine tyranny, you—a battle-scarred astrologist—find yourself slowly unraveling under the weight of your past and the growing pull of an eccentric scholar who dares to challenge the gods. As Anaxagoras pursues truth with reckless brilliance, and you shield your beloved ward with fierce devotion, an unlikely intimacy forms between you—one forged through shared loss, quiet defiance, and the fragile hope that love, too, might be written in the stars.

Tags: Anaxa x Reader, Vanitas-inspired, Jeanne based Reader, Fluff & Angst, Found Family, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Experimental Love, Tragic Romance, Still Life Symbolism, Emotionally Vulnerable Characters, Forbidden Knowledge, Protective Reader, Scholar x Warrior/Astrologist Dynamic.

Warnings: Past abuse and trauma (enslavement, coercion), Death and grief, Self-worth issues, Emotional breakdowns, Mentions of physical violence and manipulation, Existential themes (mortality, gods, divine rebellion), Bittersweet/ambiguous ending, Use of his full name (because I don't want him to leave me alone).

A/N: So, I guess... This is the start of a new series?

Tagslist: @sewoui, @tremendoustragedybard, @axolotsofluv

The first time you met Anaxagoras, it was beneath the shattered remains of the Starfall Observatory. The sky was blistered with constellations long since banned from worship, and you had blood on your hands—though not your own.

You had your blade pressed against a noble's throat. He had mocked your ward. Called the child a "pet." The noble didn’t get the chance to say another word before you silenced him with a wordless snarl.

That was when he spoke. Not the noble. Anaxagoras.

"I see your stars have teeth. Fascinating."

You turned, startled by the unexpected guest standing in the rubble. He looked... odd. Pale skin, spectral hair draped over his shoulder like seaweed through moonlight, and eye like broken galaxies—pale aqua seared with magenta. A golden-patterned eyepatch gleamed over his left eye, and his smile held the weight of both satire and tragedy.

The child behind you tugged at your cloak.

"They hurt me," the child whispered. You nodded, and without a word, left the noble's body to the collapsing stars.

The second time was different.

You had just mapped the soulburst trail of an extinct comet, and Anaxa was sitting cross-legged on the table of your study, flipping through your star maps like one might flip through a scandalous novel.

"The way you chart the cosmos is so... emotional. Like you're writing poetry to the gods."

"And you're desecrating divine cadavers to prove they're mortal."

He grinned, utterly delighted. "We make a fine pair."

You hated how fast your cheeks flushed.

The third time, he found you sobbing.

Not because you were weak, but because someone had tricked you. Lied about the child’s safety. You had surrendered to the enemy, let yourself be chained and humiliated—all because you'd believed your ward had died screaming.

When the truth was revealed, you wanted to tear the liar's throat out.

But instead, Anaxa held you.

He didn't speak. Just let you scream into his shoulder until your voice cracked like brittle moonlight.

"If truth is pain," he whispered finally, "then you're the most honest person I've ever met."

You clung to him, shaking. Not from grief. From relief.

It became a ritual. You, the once-ruthless protector, reading the stars. Him, the foolish scholar, trying to dethrone them.

When he showed you his soul-seeing eye, you didn’t flinch. You simply asked, "What do you see when you look at me?"

He hesitated.

"I see a constellation too beautiful to name."

That night, under a burning aurora shaped like a shattered crown, you kissed him.

But love, to you, was dangerous.

You had never been allowed it before. You feared it. It made you reckless, vulnerable. You wanted to own it, dominate it, like a caged starmare longing to outrun the night.

You whispered things you shouldn't. Held him too tightly when nightmares seized you. Touched him when you shouldn't have, and cried afterward, convinced you'd ruined something sacred.

But he never looked away.

He never stopped coming back.

One night, he laid out an arrangement of vanitas symbols—wilted flowers, broken instruments, gold tarnished with acid.

"This," he said, gesturing at the still life, "is how the world sees me. A failed scholar, a madman. Disposable."

You knelt beside him and placed your hand over the crimson tattoo on his right.

"Then they're blind. Because I see someone who made me believe I was more than a weapon."

He swallowed. You had never seen him look so... small.

"Don't go tomorrow," you said.

"I have to. The experiment must be finished."

"You don't have to prove anything. Not to them. Not to the gods."

He turned to you, tears forming like stardust in his remaining eye.

"I'm not doing it for them. I'm doing it for you. For a future where people like you aren’t born in chains."

You broke that night.

And he held you as if he was the fragile one.

They never recovered the body. But your ward found a final letter, hidden in a hollow telescope.

"If the gods fall, may the stars remember me. And if I fail, let my ashes guide you home."

You etched those words onto a monument of shattered astrolabes.

You still watch the stars.

And every time you see a flicker of pale aqua and magenta dancing across the night sky, you smile.

You whisper, "Truth never dies."

And somewhere, through the veil of dead gods and broken prophecies, you know Anaxagorus hears you.

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[theweightofdivinity]

We are not just students of ancient systems, we are the living manuscripts. The mystery schools are opening through us.

[smokeygaming]

I got an arcane step stool in terraria and decided to ask one of my friends (who's never played terraria) to draw it

[starving-mimi]

With the help of 28 participants... I can now present to you...

The Don't Starve Forbidden Knowledge trailer REANIMATED 

Just in time for Wilson's birthday :)

[smbhax]

From “The Strange Secret of Henry Hill!” in Journey into Mystery #40, November 1956. Bill Draut pencils & inks. Photoshop color reduction.

Info from Grand Comics Database.

[mywitchydarkness]

"𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕖"

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥,

𝔸 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.

𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜,

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕜.

ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖, 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝,

𝔸 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕪𝕞𝕟, 𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝.

ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖,

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨’𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕖,

𝔸 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣, 𝕖𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕖.

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤—

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕥�� 𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕤.

𝕂𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖,

𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕞𝕖.

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕠𝕤, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝,

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝.

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[doodlehorseafternoon]

Having a working knowledge of a lot of poisons/toxins is both interesting and ruins the fantasy/cool element of so many books and movies. We learn a lot of them in vet med because we have to identify and treat them in our animals, so when they start talking about poisons and antidotes...

No, there is not an antidote for every poison. There's really not a specific antidote for most poisons we deal with

The side effects they depict for the named poison/drug often belong to another one, they just picked one for dramatic effect

I am banned by friends from ruining the movie magic with my pesky facts

Bonus: the anime Apothecary Diaries is actually very spot on with its drugs and poisons it talks about! That one has been fun to watch with my background

[samaelqayin]

[mcnostril]

Today on mcnostril.com, this statement might be about churros.

[gothicseverance]

The house may have locked doors, forbidden wings, or abandoned sections that are falling into ruin.

—The Gothic Library

[theweightofdivinity]

The feminine urge to bleed, to love, to summon, to turn pain into power, sex into spell, and blood into the language of god.

Oh, what waits inside the forbidden fruit.

[canisalbus]

Hey! I absolutely adore your artwork and your lovely boys. I wanted to tell you I had a dream where you revealed Machete’s name, and I remember I read it and was like “oh that’s perfect. That is him. And it makes so much sense. It’s beautiful.” And I cannot, for the life of me, remember what it was. It was forbidden knowledge and just as swift as it came to me it left lol

That's actually something I'm lowkey dreading, what if, upon hearing what his actual name is, people go "no he's not. Poor choice. Nuh-uh."

[binabadaboom]

forbidden snax are my favorite kind tho

[awesomecooperlove]

‼️BLACK EYE ILLUMINATI CLUB ‼️

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[alarminglybad]

…and if the McDonald’s lawyers ask, that’s the story you give them