#Gemini's unchecked anger

[rottmnt-honeybea]

Mikey enjoyed getting to walk his little nephew home from school. It gave him an excuse to see his brother, and he was usually joined by the future trio who wanted a good excuse to hang out with him.

Of course, being the savior of the world two times over meant that people recognized him, even with his age. With the recognition came the confusion. Mikey wasn't married, or even dating anyone, so why did he have a small child in tow? And why did the young adults his age refer to him as 'uncle'?

"Are any of them yours?" Was a frequent question he'd been on the receiving end of.

Without skipping a beat, he'd answer "no," and carry on his way, with the youngin and the future trio on his heels.

This is so many layers 😂

First, you gotta know that I write a rise oc x canon fic.

Then ya gotta know that I did a Bad Future AU of MY fanfic as a joke so Casey could have some friends his age.

And said future trio (more or less) go back in time for the events of the movie.

Which then spirals into, well, what is life like post-movie? And THAT is where this is. A post-bad-future-good-future-AU

Is it canon to either of my fics? Who knows. But I wanted to draw lil Yoshi again and so I did

[bucknastysbabe]

Hi I got an ask about subby Criston and I’m here to fill it but I accidentally deleted the ask itself. So I hope you see this😭😭I kinda went cuckoo bonkers word to Wyn but anyways! Pookie bear cries and nuts like 40 times🧸🧸

Knock ‘em out - C.Cole

Rating: Explicit

WC: 3k

Tags: Boxer!Criston, Manager!Reader, Criss priss prob needed to be in an institution but now gets paid for beating ass, a little bit of manipulation from reader, marathon sex, overstimulation, sub space, soft domme, 🚨CRISTON BIG ASS PRAISE KINK🚨, he’s puppy your honor, Dom/sub, sub drop, aftercare, pnv!sex, multiple orgasms, intercrural sex, cumming in pants, lil bit of background story but mainly P O R N

Taglist: @aemonds-holy-milk @arcielee @sugarpoppss2 @lovelykhaleesiii @starogeorgina @moncherrii @bambitas @targaryenbarbie @fairysluna @thought--bubble @fallingintoyourlilaceyes @gemini-mama @valeskafics

Thanks @tumblin-theworldaway for helping my mind crank up heheheheeh

Criston knew he was off— something never wired right in his brain. Most people would interview him and see the rags-to-riches story. He came from trash, really, his dad was the janitor at the big boxing gym in the city. Coach Dondarrion told people they let Criston train for free as his father worked so tirelessly.

In reality, he couldn’t stop getting into fights at school. It was unchecked anger growing out of control. Criston’s mother and father begged Dondarrion to take him on and help channel that aggression. It likely saved his life. He was only 10 and beating kids’ faces in over slights— imagined or real. He was horribly possessive, jealous, and lost. Boxing seemed to put a lid on that.

Occasionally he’d have to be ripped off an opponent. Whispers of Criston Cole being a psycho were rampant. He was twenty-three when he got his current manager. She worked miracles. His everything— Criston loved the woman so much that sometimes it hurt his head, thoughts too intense to siphon through.

He’d known her from the Blackhaven gym, she was a daughter of Coach Swann and knew the realm of boxing pretty well. Coach Dondarrion brought her into the picture when Criston almost killed a man in the ring.

She didn’t bat an eye when Criston snarled and tried to intimidate her— only cocking her head and snorting like he was an unruly animal. He’ll never forget the words she said after. It was a shift for the boxer.

“Do that again and you won’t fight this week. I’m in charge now. You’re my prize pet. If you want to keep being a prize pet then you’ll listen to me,” she stated, manicured nail poking his chest.

The bigger man still had no clue what came over him, but her words were like a balm. This was what Criston needed— firm orders and guidance. He hoped at the time she could help him with all the mess in his head. Criston nodded and replied, “Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy. Let’s come up with some rules. You like rules don’t you?”

No unnecessary jabs, no yelling, work on riding the bike and going through footwork, and no cumming until he had won.

Those were the rules before a fight. Criston abided by them religiously. Even if he was like a caged animal towards the lead-up to the big event. He would feel himself grow more and more agitated— actively restraining from ripping his opponent's jaw off. Cole probably looked psycho, with dark eyes intense, jaw clenching. But his expression remained eerily placid. His manager liked that and said she could smell the fear off the other guy.

Criston remained undefeated, she must be right he thought. Coach Dondarrion said Swann was a goddamn genius. She was perfect like that. He hated she wouldn’t go public with their relationship, Criston would wind himself up into an obsessive tizzy over it.

But when he won again, and again, she was there to take care of him. They’d get through the usual press, Criston would shower, and they’d ride back to the hotel together. The air was charged in the back seat. She’d slapped his wandering hands away the first couple of times.

Now he knew to stay put and she’d tend to his face or scratch his hair, careful of any knots and bruising. It felt so fucking good the first time she touched him, he had cum in his sweats before even reaching the hotel. Whining and writhing as she cooed and put ice on his black eye or taped a busted nose— he couldn’t remember exactly.

His manager had cooed in surprise when he seized up and gasped, wetting the inside of his briefs, “Oh, baby? You came? Needed that, didn’t you? Criston Cole, my prized pet, big bad man, didn’t know you liked being loved on. You deserve it, baby, I’m here for you, always.”

Her words had simultaneously embarrassed and made Criston want to kneel at her feet, awaiting her next command. He remained quiet, cheeks flushing heavily, worried internally his nose would start bleeding. Swann curled at his side and stroked his messy curls.

“Don’t be ashamed, you deserve to feel good. ‘Sides I know you have more to go, gotta be pretty full from going a week. You want me to take care of that, empty you out?”

Criston gritted his teeth and whined. He wanted it so bad. The demon in his head teased and prodded him, spitting lies. “She thinks you’re a weak little bitch, you really gonna spread your legs and bare your neck like a slut?” the voice said. He moaned softly, pained from the dissonance.

His manager whispered gently, a small hand rubbing soothing circles on his chest.

“Criston, baby, stop thinking so much, and let me do it for you.”

He melted into her warm embrace, the proposition flicking on a switch he didn’t know existed. She smiled as he slurred out a ‘yes’ and went lax under her palms. Criston didn’t know at the time— that submitting completely to another made his mind stop for a bit.

He was euphoric, eyes focused on her as they entered the hotel. She waved off any reporters and led him by the hand. Criston clung to her like a needy child in the elevator, his cock swelled up again. The manager let him rut a bit on her tight skirt and giggled at his desperation.

When they finally, finally gotten to the room— she stripped Criston down and made him cum until he cried, all the adrenaline sapped out of his body. He lost count of how many times her mouth and hand brought him to completion. He got to float in his head, tongue too thick and limbs too heavy to do anything but whine and be coddled.

Criston woke up later as a new man. He felt he could breathe. Then the games began as his record kept going up, Cole escalating to the fucking top. He didn’t know what to do with all the money except buy his family a house and Swann anything she desired.

He’d won again. Shaking his fist and snarling obscenities at Strong on the ground. He’d get another fuck-ton of money and go home happy. He’d picked up the belt and grinned, elated at his thirtieth win. On the top of the world.

Criston’s mind began to whirl as he stalked down the hallway. He briskly showered and answered a couple of questions to the press. She waited to the side, sinful red lips curled upwards. Swann was wearing the red bottoms he bought her, pretty legs shown off in her little dress and blazer.

When she nodded toward the exit he followed, agitated at the annoying reporter still asking questions. Criston didn’t want to upset her, so he kept his mouth shut and followed along, pulling his hoodie up. His balls fucking throbbed. He wanted to fuck his angel so bad, maybe she’d let him on a special occasion like this.

He got into the dark luxury vehicle, inhaling her sweet scent. Criston was close to getting feral, mouth watering at the possibilities. Still, he remained mute. Until she shifted, facing him in the dark, eyes full of affection. Criston couldn’t help the thin whine that burst from his chest at her attention.

“Look’it you. Took down Breakbones, got thirty wins, fucking hell baby,” she drew closer to him, “Criston Cole, you’re the real deal! You wanna fuck me, baby boy? I think you’ve earned it.”

“Pleaseplease, yes, fucking yes,” he pled.

A stagnant pause fell over the back of the car.

“Thank you,” he moaned, “Thank you.”

“Good boy, don’t forget your manners.”

She placed a warm hand high on his thigh, massaging the sore muscle. Her other palm caressed Criston’s patched-up cheek. She hummed “A kiss?” He nodded eagerly, vibrating in place, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. But Criston knew he had to be her good boy.

The woman softly pecked his lips, pulling back to watch Criston chase with a sad noise. She smiled and kissed him again, deeper this time. He eagerly opened his mouth for her, shivering as her nimble tongue playfully lapped at his own. Criston’s hands balled up in his sweats— no touching, no touching unless given permission.

Their lips wetly smacked in the dark car, her hand moving up to rub maddeningly at his straining cock. Criston cried out into her mouth, hips bucking helplessly. She laughed and nibbled on his shapely lower lip, hand squeezing his manhood.

“S’all mine isn’t it? My cock, just for me.”

He nodded in misery, his body wanted to let go, but it was a bit of a process to get Criston in the headspace he wanted. She knew how to get him there. Like her lips against his ear, tits pressed against his chest as she purred, “Easy love, relax, I’ve got you honey.”

“Mmm- gods, need it,” he gritted out, dark eyes lolling.

As her firm hand jerked him over the sweats, Criston’s manager nipped and kissed at his clean-shaven cheeks and neck. She whispered, “Sweet boy, I know you are s’hard, relax, relax, you’re gonna get to cum all night baby. As much as you want, just gotta let go okay?”

She praised and played with him some more, Criston began to pant hoarsely, thighs shaking as he neared the precipice. She tutted when the car stopped, “Get yourself together baby, we’re here now.” He blinked, a tear falling down his cheek, bewildered by the way she left him.

He was so fucking close! The boxer sulked and groaned at his denied orgasm, eyes watery from how intense his balls were throbbing now. He wiped his eyes and pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up again, keeping his head low. He hoped the half-assed tucking of his hard-on worked.

They walked in sync to the elevators. He sulked, “M’so hard it hurts.” Criston’s girl pouted her lips, patting his cheek, “I know, I know sweet boy, but we can’t keep the driver waiting. Almost there, don’t be so needy.”

Criston wrapped his arms around her waist, tucking his face into her neck. He would be good, he wouldn’t hump or bite. He merely wanted to hold her for a second before the elevator dinged. Swann hummed and nuzzled back into his hair.

Onward they went, Criston’s mind growing fuzzier and fuzzier as his body thrummed with need. Upon entering the penthouse suite— her entire demeanor changed. She snapped, “Go get undressed and kneel for me by the bed.”

He nodded in little jerks, undressing and folding them neatly, just how his mistress liked. Criston shuddered as the cool air hit his cock, swallowing heavily as he knelt before the foot of the bed. His hands shook with need, his adrenaline still thrashing and pumping underneath the skin.

He was downright panting by the time she came out of the bathroom, naked as he was. Criston bit on his lip, eyes watering again. The angel laughed, “You sure are worked up tonight.” She padded behind Criston, winding a hand into his hair, eliciting another agonized noise from the boxer.

“You are so damn talented, the Warrior smiles on you. I’m proud.”

“Thank you, thank you ma'am,” he whispered.

“I’m going to get on the bed and you’re going to fuck all that energy and cum out okay?”

“Yes ma’am- ohmygods.”

Criston’s brows pulled together as she laid before him, legs crooked and spread, her cunt shining with slick. He growled, digging his nails into the skin of his thigh. She crooked her fingers playfully, “C’mon baby, you’re allowed to touch. Use me, my special pet earned it.”

He almost felt bad in the way he roughly had pulled her ass flush to his hips, the flesh smacking loudly. Criston had eagerly gotten on his knees in the center of the soft bed, slotting his swollen cock against her slick pussy. “F-fuck, fuck, gonna use you baby, ’m sorry,” he gritted out. She smiled and shrugged, moaning as he rutted against her a couple more times.

Criston’s dark eyes rolled up as he entered her velvet cunt, warm and sososo tight. He snarled as he snapped his hips into his baby. She was crying out and digging sharp nails into his shoulders. Cole knew he was lost in the feeling, rasping and groaning possessive, ugly things he would never say out loud.

But when legs were wrapped around his waist and she was mewling his name? Criston had lost his firm barriers. He rumbled into her ear between kisses and bites, “My godsdamn pussy, mine, you’re mine, I’ll f-fucking kill anyone who touches you, looks at you, gods I’ll do anything!”

He groaned, balls drawing up quicker than expected. She was crying out “Yes! yes! All yours!” Criston sucked in a wet breath at her neck, hips driving into her at a breakneck pace, hands bruising her pretty skin. He choked on his drool, unable to warn her— Criston’s orgasm was that intense.

She tightened around him when his cock flooded, absolutely flooded her pussy. Criston moaned and clenched his jaw, fucking through the oversensitivity. His girl dug her heels into his ass to spur him on. The boxer swallowed down a little mewl. Everything was still so swollen, he had to keep fucking, keep cumming.

“Mmm, yes! Don’t stop baby, oh Criston!”

“I-I am, fuuuck, g’nna fill you up again!"

He drove his hips upward, lifting her hips so that Criston could get at her g-spot. She raked a bloody mark across his back, gasping in delight. He rambled while thumbing desperately at her clit, “Yeah, yeah, feel s’good, cum on me baby, need to feel you, m’close again!”

Criston wasn’t sure if it was her gorgeous wail or her pussy gushing on his cock or both but he came again. She chose to mouth at his lips, shaky legs clenching around him, hand pulling the hair at the nape of his neck. Meanwhile, he whined Swann’s name, the quickness of his second orgasm turning Criston’s brain into jello.

The slick noises between them were loud and sloppy, he was stuttering and whining. She threw her pretty head back and moaned. Criston was finding words hard. He kept fucking and fucking. She felt too good and he had so much cum for her.

“That’s it, keep it up,” she grunted.

Criston slurred, “Ca-can’t stop, can’t, can't!”

He felt his eyes grow wet as his overstimulated cock was gripped and milked by her cunt. The angel, his angel, wrapped her arms around his sweaty neck, his hips forcing little 'uhs' out of her plush lips. Criston blabbered uselessly, words bordering on sobs now. It felt too good, the pain and pleasure were ecstasy to him. He bottomed out inside her, stopping to mewl long and high before returning to feverishly thrusting again.

“Oh, oh, angel- hurts- s’good ohmygods your pussy, gotta cum again, m’sorry m’so sorry!”

She nuzzled at his jaw, moaning, “It’s okay, doing so good for me, needy baby. You needed this, poor baby’s balls are so full.”

“S’full,” he agreed, mindless and shivering.

Criston’s thighs began to twitch as he felt another wave cresting. He practically wailed as the third peak licked up his spine— white hot and mean. She gasped, nails digging into his flanks, pussy pulsing around another load of Criston’s molten cum.

He was a mess, wordless and drooling. Criston began to move again, gaze unfocused and mouth agape. He whimpered, all overstimulated and still fucking frantic. Criston felt like he’d die if he didn’t stop, tears pouring down his flushed cheeks.

Her hands held his face now, her lips saying something. Criston slowly cocked his head, attempting to understand his manager’s words. She said it again, this time louder with a smack to his cheek. Criston stopped his movements, protesting with a weak noise.

“Babydoll, you gotta fuck my thighs, I'm starting to hurt. I’m going to turn over, okay precious? Got that?”

His lips trembled— Criston didn’t want to do that. He wanted her pussy. He slid out anyway, a torrent of white spend flooding out of her well-used entrance, seeping onto the bed. She marveled "Oh Criston, you still have anything left?" The woman hissed under her breath as she flipped onto her stomach. She tucked a pillow under her hips, giving him access to her thighs, slicked with their release.

Criston stared— unsure how to proceed. His cock was so flushed it purpled, aching horribly. He whined, frustrated with his stupidity, the man just wanted familiar tightness again. She sighed and reached back, ushering his knees and thighs to cage her legs in, forcing Criston forward.

He gasped in delight when his cock slid between her soft thighs, warm and wet. His depleted brain decided this would do. Criston’s thrusts were jerky and uncoordinated, he was growing too sensitive to go on much further. He kept at it, crying and sniffling like a babe.

“Awe baby, you’re hurting huh?”

“Mhm!” he replied, scrunching his face up tight. He had to cum one more time, he had to! Even if it was excruciating, the pleasure ramped up into nerves prickling all over his worn body. She watched him with lidded eyes, lips in a smirk. Criston exhaled again, throwing his head back to sob.

“Gotta- I gotta,” he mewled.

“I know sweetheart, so close, let it all out, you’ll feel so much better. You’re so pretty like this— all fucked out and still want more. Knocked your whore brain sideways. My cute slutty puppy, I love youuu.”

Criston folded under the praise, his body contracting once more, stomach cramping as he devolved into cries. His abused cock managed to dribble one little last bit. He couldn’t stop crying, falling back onto his haunches. Swann guided him down to shush and pet his hair. She murmured, "You're okay, all done now, I'm here, not going anywhere. Just breathe."

Criston’s muscles were all loose but the adrenaline had been sapped quickly. He was gutted— in a good way. Just couldn’t help the reaction, he knew it would happen after an intense romp like this. His baby curled into his heaving side, laying feathery kisses on his jaw, a relaxing hand at his diaphragm.

“That’s it, let it out, poor baby. Couldn’t help yourself hm?”

Criston nodded through the incessant tears, his shaky hand threading through her hair. He rasped, “I love you so much. You’re perfect.” He was growing more sleepy, settled by her kisses and glowing smile. He could float easy and enjoy the win, curled up with his lifesaver. Well, after she got him water and wiped down the mess. He realized with a smile— she had laid a towel underneath them.

She’d have to help him function tomorrow, Criston knew he’d be scrambled eggs, sore, and a bit grumpy. But that’s why they kept a suite for three days. After the kick off he would rest up and replenish. They would fuck sensually, cuddle, and watch a in some order of that fashion.

His addled mind conjured up a big diamond ring he’d buy for her.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Alright here's the sun and moon signs for the P5 characters whose birthdays I could find. (Moon signs sometimes transition on the same day, so I picked the one that seemed most likely in that instance.)

*Mandatory disclaimer that I am not an astrologer nor do I wish to be, as I am not a believer in this sort of thing. I'm doing this for fun and because the information is there. As you do.

Ryuji Sakamoto (July 3rd, 1999): Cancer Sun, Aquarius Moon

A desire for independence and new experiences offsets the usual cautiousness of Cancer. Restless and rebellious, they can be viewed as arrogant or impatient, but also generous and protective of the underdog.

This works pretty well, other than that this combination is supposed to be a lot more in their head "deep thinkers", of which Ryuji... definitely is not lol

Ann Takamaki (November 12th, 1999): Scorpio Sun, Sagittarius Moon

Compassionate and idealistic, they often serve as guiding lights to others. Very warmhearted, humanitarian and a romantic at heart, yet also aloof at times and strong-willed, as they are determined to create their own path in life.

Yeah, this suits Ann well.

Yusuke Kitagawa (January 28th, 2000): Aquarius Sun, Scorpio Moon

A powerful and magnetic personality with a blend of both intense passion and intellectual detachment. They study human nature, see hidden potentials, and have an intense sense of individualism. While they try to repress petty feelings, they can easily carry around immense resentment and contempt if left unchecked.

Holy shit. That's Yusuke almost to a tee.

Makoto Niijima (March 23rd, 1998): Taurus Sun, Capricorn Moon

Calm and sympathetic, but with a tough and determined inner core. Prone to worry and anxiety, they may hold themselves back for fear of damaging their future with risks. They are loyal and witty, and are often good at giving advice. Have a lot of repressed anger.

Yep, that sounds like Makoto. There's some more info on how they tend towards humour and have some talent in creative outlets, which isn't so much her, but that's only after they conquer their fears. Maybe Makoto will ease up more over time.

Futaba Sakura (February 19th, 2001): Pisces Sun, Capricorn Moon

A blend of opposite traits; both a romantic and a realist, both sympathetic and pragmatic. While they don't tend to love taking on a lot of responsibility, they have an ambitious side to them that loves a good challenge. They tend to show their compassion by taking more practical measures to help people out.

Not bad for Futaba, honestly.

Haru Okumura (December 5th, 1998): Sagittarius Sun, Cancer Moon

Calm and assured, Cancer's caution offsets the Sagittarius urge to jump into things. They are receptive, open-minded, sincere, and have a competent air about them. They are intuitive and usually very good at sensing whether a person is trustworthy or not.

I still don't know Haru as well as the other characters, but this seems decent enough from what I've seen of her!

Kasumi Yoshizawa (March 25th, 2001): Aries Sun, Pisces Moon

Creative and self-expressive, but prone to insecurity and uncertainty. Often project an image of being bold, adventurous and decisive but can be held back by inner passivity and sensitivity. Tend towards a rich fantasy life and are very artistic.

I think it checks out for Kasumi!

Goro Akechi (June 2nd, 1998): Gemini Sun, Virgo Moon

Self-expression is extremely important to them, in writing, speech, and debate. Charming, analytical, and communicative, they love having an audience for their ideas, but they are also high-strung, set impossible standards, and can become hypercritical the more discontent they are.

Hm. I think that's actually not bad from what I've seen of him so far.

Sadly, Morgana has no birthday listed and I don't think I can make a good guess for him either. However, I will make a guess for Joker's birthday as being P5's release date because... well, just look at this.

Ren Amamiya / Akira Kurusu (September 15th, 1999): Virgo Sun, Scorpio Moon

Outwardly reserved with a cool demeanor, but inwardly intensely emotional, they are highly driven by instinct and passion even as they are guided by rationality. Gentle, dedicated and soft-spoken but also persistent, innovative and tough. Highly secretive with their feelings. Very perceptive.

Uh. Yeah. That's him.

[achickennamedcheese]

What they could've done with Lunar's story

Alright, so, this is what I'm gonna call the "Zak and Human" Method, because the storyline for my OC Zak mostly fits here.

Zak works for a galactical government called "The Base of Dimensions" or BOD. Humans aren't supposed to have magic, and when they do it's an anomaly, so Zak's job is to investigate the anomaly and make sure that the magical human is not a threat. This is because the most dangerous galactical and universal threats began from small, unchecked anomalies like magic humans.

Why couldn't they do the same thing for Lunar???

Okay, so Lunar suddenly has powers, wouldn't be weird right? On Earth, even animatronics can cast spells and have magic, such as Moon or Eclipse. But what makes Lunar an anomaly is the fact that his powers don't abide by the same magic system of his original planet. His powers are a different thing entirely, and that is an anomaly, an anomaly that could turn into a threat if left unchecked.

And so Gemini, the "Zak" of this scenario, is sent to handle Lunar by a higher power or a higher government. If Lunar can prove he can handle his powers, then he won't be seen as a threat and all will be well. If Lunar can't, then he will be killed off. It seems harsh, but this is all to prevent a small problem from becoming a big issue. All of this is explained to Lunar by Gemini, because honestly it's stupid to hide it and why would they have any reason to.

All seems to go well, Gemini trains Lunar and Lunar seems to be getting a handle on everything, including a potential relationship with Gemini! But then Lunar does something he shouldn't have, he kills Eclipse.

By killing Eclipse, Lunar has proved to the higher powers that Lunar has the potential to become a threat. At least, a threat to his planet, at most, a threat to his galaxy, and that's what causes Gemini to be so mad at Lunar. Gemini really does care for Lunar, and seeing them mess up like this and put themselves in jeopardy upset them a lot because now Lunar would be on the extermination list. And now Gemini has to plead for Lunar's case, for the higher powers to give Lunar a second chance. And with that, Gemini is gone.

I feel like this would've justified Gemini's anger, along with the reason why Gemini came in the first place. The reason as to why Gemini even bothered to train Lunar is so vague that I don't think the writers even knew. So many say that Lunar didn't deserve to be yelled at and Eclipse deserved to die again, and when you see what played out I can understand that! When you actually look at it, Lunar's weather powers are probably pretty petty compared to the other things that exist in this Universe, so why??? Why would the astral bodies give a shit???

In this little version, Gemini tells Lunar why they're here, what they want to do, and why they're gonna help Lunar. This tells both Lunar and the audience what the stakes are and why Lunar has to do this training thing. And when Eclipse ends up dying and Gemini gets pissed, at least fans who watch can understand why Gemini is mad. Whether or not Eclipse deserved dying, Lunar just put himself on the extermination list and now Gemini has to find a way to get Lunar out of it.

It's such a simple storyline and maybe this is what the writers were going for! But if it is, they didn't convey it well.

I know that LAES and SAMS aren't supposed to be a marvel of writing, but if you're gonna have characters and story lines you could at LEAST make them make sense.

People are probably gonna be mad at me for this or point out things in episodes that point to this little story change not making sense, and okay, I get it, it's not like I watched ALL of the LAES or SAMS episodes so I understand if I missed some things. But seriously I feel like this is a simple fix, especially when you have a world as loose as the Security Breach Show universe. For fucks sake, Monty and Puppet are thinking of switching Cringe Foxy and Normal Foxy???

[lunaleetarot]

September 2021 Tarot Readings- Gemini ♊

Gemini

Career: Five of Pentacles

Failure with job searches and lack of opportunity can be disheartening. Don’t use failure as justification for quitting. Keep moving forward, Gemini. You're starting to recognize the value of money this month now that you don’t have any. Your current financial duress is a lesson in being more responsible with money in the future. You may be dealing with a Taurus in these matters this month.

Love: Ten of Pentacles

Relish a time of harmony and balance in your love relationship. You two are equally matched and sharing responsibilities in the partnership offers you great satisfaction.

Friends: The Hermit

You’re spending so much time with friends this month that it’s leaving you exhausted. The Hermit gives a strong suggestion that you need alone time. Some people may be surprised to see the typically extraverted Gemini go inward, but the friends who really care about you will understand. Use this solitude to consider if you want to continue all the friendships you currently find yourself maintaining. Ask yourself if they’re all actually your friends or not. You may be dealing with a Virgo here.

Family: King of Cups

This King represents a literal person in your family. This person is kind, loving, compassionate, reliable and to a degree wise. This person is on your side, Gemini. This person may not have all the answers but they will give you all that they have to give. Advice from this person is worth listening to. A little kindness and compassion on your part when they don’t have the answer will go a long way.

Self: The Devil

Negative influences are prohibiting you from living a full, free and happy life. It could be a slight irritation working on your nerves- the kind that grows when left unchecked. It could be a major burden like addiction. Anger, hate and bitterness are at the forefront of your emotions. The devil can be anything that takes control of you and puts you in emotional bondage. Abuse, imbalance and struggles with your animal nature. Are you in control? Or are adversaries controlling you? Sin and obsession also go along with this card. Choose your power, don’t let it choose you. The only power the devil has is to delude you into thinking you’re powerless. This month take a hard look at what holds you back, what makes you feel weak and ineffective. You may be dealing with a Capricorn here. Ask yourself, “ Do I always need control? Why?”

[theastrologydad]

The Signs as I Know Them

[Let me know your star sign if you reblog!]

Aries: Hard to get close to. Pretends that they don’t care, when they really care more than anyone else. Passionate. Argumentative. Needs to just chill out sometimes. Stubborn. Likes to be busy, but can stress themselves out. Always up for a good time. Competitive. Can be blunt and has trouble with sugar coating things, which is sometimes very rude. Empathic. Childlike features. Selfish. Needs respect to give respect.

Taurus: STUBBORN. Actually really likes food. Will argue until they decide they don’t want to argue anymore, and then will close off. Pedantic. Worrier. Bit of a temper. Very set in their ways, values tradition. Very loving, very kind. Are extremely generous with those that they love. Good listener. They always smell nice??? Can get mad at the most irrelevant of things, and won’t shut up about it. Grudge holders. Hate confrontation.

Gemini: Bubbly, bright, confident. Quite flippant. How they feel is very based upon circumstance and who they’re with. GREAT people to bitch to. Good at keeping secrets. Never ever boring to be around. Can be quite snide at times, sharp at people. Will only hold a grudge if it’s serious. Great sense of style, whether that’s clothes or household things.

Cancer: Very in tune with their emotions, perhaps a bit too much sometimes?? Caring. When they become angry, it’s difficult to recognise until they hit the anger point. Good at putting things into perspective if impartial. Moody. Will be stubborn if they want to be. Big highs, small lows. Creative, a dreamer. Animal lovers. Protective of the ones they love, and they’re very open to all forms of love.

Leo: “But do I look good??” Insecurities masked by false confidence that sometimes escalates into vanity. Warm-hearted, compassionate, loyal. Fair. Temperamental. Stubborn. Deep eyes. Nice hair??? Quite a commanding presence, often centre of attention. Open with their feelings, but can disregard how others are doing. Leader. HATES lying. Can be manipulative and power hungry.

Virgo: Bad at taking constructive criticism. Smart, but terrible at cooking. Extremely loving and affectionate. Level-headed. Sometimes difficult to know where you stand with them. Generous. Values their relationships very well. Work-a-holic. Hard to tie down romantically. Very funny. Their temper can snap extremely quickly. Silent anger, it’s quite scary. ‘Mom’ friend.

Libra: Lively, energetic. They have a kind of magnetism to them. Flighty. Vain. Extremely bitchy when they want to be. Can manipulate a situation to ensure they’re seen in a good light. Storytellers, imaginative. Either very popular or a black sheep, no in between. Obscure senses of humour. Their happiness radiates off of them. Curious.

Scorpio: Loves to talk about themselves, but not in an egocentric way. Some of the most interesting people I’ve met. Sex drive is at 1000%. Shady. Judgmental. Stubborn. Very in their emotions that sometimes they don’t even know wtf they’re feeling. Can be cold, but does it to protect themselves from betrayal. Holds friendships to a high value, and doesn’t like perpetrators. Loves to a high degree. Easily jealous, which can cause anger and resentment. But they are some bold ass bitches.

Sagittarius: Fiery. Will get angry quickly but forget about it after an hour. Confident. Chaotic. Loves adventure. Can be selfish. Can be tactless, but straightforward and honest. Never beats around the bush. Compassionate. Philosophical, they have a very defined moral compass and will not shy away from it. Great cooks!! Have a need to surround themselves with people. OPTIMISTS. Arrogant, and they have an attitude that what they say goes, and that’s where they draw the line. But not unreasonable.

Capricorn: They always seem to have their lives together at all times wtf. Most organised sign. Stubborn. With their organisational skills comes a controlling nature if unchecked. Love to write. Sarcastic humour. Extremely supportive friends, very loyal. Can be quite cynical. Protective. Self-centred, fail to acknowledge other people’s opinions/feelings sometimes. But when matured are very inclusive. Logical and fair. Love reading and learning.

Aquarius: Difficult to understand. I’ve never been able to tell if this is just their nature, or them making an effort to seem complicated. Expects loyalty at all times, and will give loyalty in return. Hurt easily if trust is broken. S T U B B O R N, like, don’t bother trying to win an argument. Creative, philosophical. Socialists. Generous and giving. Adores family. Will only hug very specific people. Very organised bed spaces.

Pisces: Biggest hearts I’ve ever seen. So kind and gentle, but crybabies. They need to suck it up sometimes. Very imaginative and can construct whole worlds in their minds in the blink of an eye, it’s mad impressive! Great literacy skills; smart. Moody, hence the crybaby. Paranoid, will worry if their friends are actually their friends. Unpredictable. Selfless. Aren’t forthcoming if people annoy/anger them, they tend to be snide about it.

[xivu-arath]

There is no one left to harp at her about destiny, no looming threat that needs her power alone to be stopped. If there is ever a time to be selfish, it’s now.

Wait, Rkorya had told herself when she had taken the throne. Perhaps this could still become something tolerable. If this had been her destiny – how her temper flares at the word – something would arise to make it more comfortable, at least.

Zakuul remains, pristine and pampered and currently rioting against her vindictive slaughter of its rulers. The Alliance remains, warily held in orbit by her power, the Eternal Throne, and the memory of everything they had accomplished. If the balance shifts after she has taken power, it is so slowly that she might not have noticed if she wasn’t looking for it. As Commander, she led them well. They respected her strength, her resolve, just how much she suffered to ensure that Valkorion and his legacy was erased from the galaxy.

But she is the first to admit that she was never meant to be a ruler, especially of a planet she cannot help but detest. Finally being freed of Valkorion’s shadow is a reprieve she has long since dreamt of, but duty follows like so many chains.

She dreams, still – all the old nightmares, her crew dead, the carbonite closing over her, kneeling as he claws her loose of her body. More rarely, she sees herself frozen on the throne, immortal and unchanging as the galaxy spins out around her.

It would be easy to become an uncaring tyrant just like her predecessors, and that might be the one thing left for her to fear.

It’s clear that something must change. Ever since Lana freed her from carbonite, she has been chipping away at herself, adapting because it was the only way forward. In truth, she hadn’t thought she would survive her victory, and that had made it easier. There was no shame in turning away from the dark side if all that remained was her name and a legacy.

She had always intended to die in battle.

Rkorya remains. Not Darth Rkorya now, Empire’s Wrath, but Empress unwanted and unasked for, and every day the burden of it presses down more heavily. It is not that Zakuul itself keeps her from leaving – though privately, she is sure that the planet will collapse in on itself sooner than later, as Valkorion had never meant to let it survive him – but the problem of the Fleet. Left alone and unchecked, the Eternal Fleet would lay waste to the galaxy. She had taken the throne to prevent that, and now can’t abandon it – not without opening up the possibility of power struggles that would tear apart entire star systems.

It would be simpler if she could simply offer it to Empress Acina, but this is one weapon she cannot entrust freely, not even to the Empire.

Better for it to be destroyed. Better for all of this to be gone.

Which brings her to this meeting, held as privately as she dares. She dismisses the guard of Skytroopers at the door, frowning as they obey without a thought. She’s grown used to droids brimming with personality, and after fighting through waves of these, she still tenses when she spots them at every entrance.

They only obey whoever sits on the Eternal Throne. Of course.

“Empress,” Lana says, and Rkorya can feel the muted flow of her concern, the sharper note of Theron’s caution. “You said this was urgent – we came as quickly as possible.”

“Things have just finally started to settle down, both here and with the Republic and the Empire. What’s going on?”

“This situation is untenable,” she says, flatly to hide how her anger stirs. They are her advisors, and she’s fought beside them, owes them her life and her sanity. They do not deserve to be lashed out at, even if she’s desperate for a target. Theron furrows his brow and she adds, “Not for Zakuul. For me.”

The words sound horrifically selfish, and not for the first time, she grapples with the shame that she is weak enough to turn away from this rather than embrace it. Here is power, privilege, the knowledge that Valkorion had spent his bloated void of a life acquiring and tending. She should keep going, always move forward –

But she can’t. She had dedicated her life in service to the Empire. Not Zakuul. Not the Alliance. They have already taken enough as it is. There is no one left to harp at her about destiny, no looming threat that needs her power alone to be stopped. If there was ever a time to be selfish, it’s now.

“Meaning... what, exactly?” Theron asks, crossing his arms. “You’re fed up with... leading the Alliance? Handling Zakuul? Not that anyone could blame you for that one – well, maybe Koth would.”

“With all of it, Theron.”

“So why... call a meeting? If you want out, you could... abdicate, or just take your ship and leave. No one would have to know.”

“No,” Lana says softly. “She couldn’t.”

Even after all this time and everything that’s happened – all the ways she’s changed, by will or by force – Lana still knows her so well. It makes the separation she’s held to even more painful but... she had been so hurt, so angry in the early days of the Alliance. There had been no space left for love. Once she’d learned who was sharing her mind, it had been safer to keep her distance.

It somehow made it worse that Lana had understood, and not begrudged her the space.

If this goes well... her composure wavers at the thought that maybe this could finally change.

“It’s true. Zakuul means little to me, but I fought for the Alliance. Whatever my feelings, you are my people, and deserve better than my vanishing one day without a word.” She raises her chin, steeling herself. She’s alight with tension, but it’s exhilarating to have something to care about again, to not be grimly determined or burning with hate. “So – I am going to leave. You can help me, or try to stop me, but in that case I hope you have a ready explanation for why you’ve had to imprison your own commander.”

“Yeah, uh, no,” Theron says, holding up his hands to forestall her. “I just about remember the last... hundred people who got in your way. The last time I considered stopping you from doing anything was back on Rishi.”

“Of course we’re with you. We always have been.”

She had hoped for this, but it still warms her to have their support. Not quite unwavering, perhaps – Theron has always been more carefully closed off to her than Lana, and Rkorya can’t tell if he disagrees with her choice or not – but all that matters is that it’s truly begun. “Then I need to leave the Alliance discreetly, with my crew notified and with enough time to be far from here so I can disband it in peace.”

“The Alliance came together for a specific goal. Disbanding it now that the threat is gone makes sense. With luck, they’ll all go their separate ways without any trouble.”

“It was kind of nice, though,” Theron adds, not meeting her eyes. “Like the Coalition back in the day, but... permanent.”

She’s almost inclined to agree, but it is still her responsibility, taken up under duress and when she would have preferred to throw herself at the threat, kill it or die, rather than lead. It became easier, as time passed. Command she is more or less suited to, as long as she can do so from the front lines.

It is ruling that is the problem.

“But...” Theron raises his eyebrows at her. “There’s still the Throne. The Fleet. Zakuul itself.”

She grits her teeth, swallows down her instinctively heated reply. Her advisors know her feelings all too well by now. “I took the throne out of necessity. I never wanted Zakuul, or the Fleet’s power. But it can’t be left unchecked, and when I leave...”

“One side or another’s going to try to snap it up before you get into hyperspace,” he finishes, and she scowls.

“We have to prevent that. The Fleet is too powerful, and we know so little about it, or anything from Iokath. Before I go –” She hesitates, the bitter memory of first seeing the Fleet emerge and tear apart Marr’s flagship still fresh, even after all this time. “I don’t know if it can be destroyed – not quickly, by any means.” And any hold on Zakuul would falter without the threat of the Fleet hanging overhead. “But it can be dispersed, the links between Gemini droids broken.  That must be taken care of first, and then....”

“And then?” Lana prompts, voice gentle.

“If I just leave –” Rkorya’s given this more thought than she’s wont to, and she misses the days when she could charge ahead, knowing her path and purpose and never questioning her actions. Things had been simpler, then. They had been right.

Even with this, she knows there’s no going back to that time. She will live with her losses. She can grow stronger from them, but not here.

“If I leave, even if I openly give up the throne, I will always be in the Eternal Empire’s shadow. I can’t, won’t allow that. I need to disappear so completely that I won’t be linked back to it ever again. The two of you are my advisors so –” She waves a hand, the gesture sharp with impatience. “Advise.”

It is a small thing, but it helps that neither of them seem surprised. Lana, of course, knows her better, is well aware she’s been struggling with what path to take for some time, but it’s not as if Rkorya was ever any good at hiding her emotions. Theron had likely been expecting her to act out in some way, if not quite like this.

“That’s something of a tall order,” Lana says at last, considering. “The Scions will be crushed, I imagine.” It’s more than a little sardonic – she had thrown out the last group who had tried to persuade Rkorya to listen to their next set of prophecies.

She laughs, the sound mirthless. “I took the throne, as was destined to happen. If destiny had wanted me to stay there, perhaps it should have made it more comfortable.”

“Still, the Fleet alone will take time to handle, and you’re currently a prominent figure in the galaxy... an abrupt, final departure on this scale will take a great deal of planning. I’m afraid that it won’t be easy to get you free of Zakuul.”

“If it was easy, I would have already been gone.”

“Well, actually... I might have a way to get you out of this, Commander. But it’ll still take a while, and, well... no offence, but you’re a kriffing bad liar.” She glowers without much heat, and Theron raises his hands as if to ward off her gaze. “You remember how much fun you had at Rishi, right?”

“Perfectly,” she replies, dour. Even once the pirate scheme had been explained to her, she’d hated every moment of it.

“Right, so we all know you’ll give it away immediately if you know what’s going on. I can’t give you the details – but believe me, it’ll be the best way for you to disappear.”

Rkorya weighs that for a moment, stifling the urge to try and pry into his motivations. Theron was raised around Jedi, so his skill with keeping his mind his own is considerable, but more than that, she never used to doubt the word of her people or sift through their thoughts on a whim. It’s not her trust in them that has faltered, so much as her faith in herself. Once, she would have never doubted her ability to handle secrets or complications if they arose.

“Alright,” she says at last. “I’ll trust you with that, Theron.”

“Thanks, Commander.”

“And Lana –”

“I’ll help you with the disbanding of the Fleet,” she finishes. “You’ll have nothing to worry about.”

“Who knows, maybe it won’t even take that long. We took out Valkorion in what, a year? This’ll be a week, maximum.”