#Harmony Forger

[thesanityclause]

I used Skillshare to learn some lip syncing animation from @verasartblog ! There's a lot a lot a lot wrong that needs work, but I'm happy enough since it's been years since I've used my rusty animation muscles. And I can make sure to do better next time!

[kpiva]

Do you see what I see?? 🤔

[harmonytre-reblogs]

Thinking about Esper Kids and like, Anya's powers include telepathy, Shigeo's powers lean on the side of Telekinesis, and Saiki has both! I find that beautiful and adorable.

[review-anon]

Who’s eliminated?

Hello everyone! We are on our second break and with that Round 2 has commenced!

Please, please say our names so this can end.

Since there is only 15 pairs left, only 7 will be eliminated this round, meaning as we go into the quarter finals, there will be 9 pairs remaining.

Mai knows we got compliants last time, but our judging is fair, it just turns out the Proto Killing game people weren't as good as dancers as we thought.

Once again, this is in no particular order and the seven eliminated pairs are....

1. Kana and Chihiro!

Aww....it was fun when it lasted.

Especially given neither of us were experts at dancing.

2. Akane Owari and Nekomaru!

W-we lost? That cannot be!

I'm gonna fight those results!

S-sorry Akane....I wasn't that good this time around.

3. Setsuka and Umeko!

That's a shame....

Yeah it sucks we won't get that fancy dinner.

Buuttt it means we can go and drink some of that eggnog now, can we Um~?

Ohhhh yes yes yes!

4. J and Tenko!

....

Tenko we lost...please don't be a sore loser.

I-It's okay...Himiko is still in this right?

I can just cheer her on now!

Just do it sensibly and not in a creepy manner!

5. Taro and Tsubasa!

Wait hold on, we didn't even get shown in this, nobody knew we were dancing!

Shouldn't Kiriko being a judge shown we were featured.

I would have least wanted to show off my dancing beforehand!

There is nothing stopping us from dancing, we just won't be eligble for the prize.

Yes of course Tsubasa, you are right.

6. Rukura and Izayori!

Now the judges suck and have horrible tastes.

Want me to deal with them?

Hmmm...tempting but no, as I think we would get into serious trouble if we did.

Besides we can still dance and show those idiots they were wrong to eliminate us!

And finally 7. Nico and Rose!

Finally...this was very awkward to do.

Zzzzzzzzzz....

[sapphiel]

May I ask about the sixth and twenty-first please? They look rye most interesting

The Sixth, also known to mortals as The Lovers, is the Arcana of Love, Harmony, and Relationships. Mortals pray to the Sixth in hopes to improve their relationships with friends, family, and lovers alike, and for the good health of their romantic connections.

The Sixth are the patron Arcana of the Hearts Kingdom, hence the latter's affinity for love and affection. Due to their devout service and following, the Sixth has gifted a relic onto the kingdom that they can channel their power and blessings through whenever.

Unlike the other Arcanas, the Sixth are actually two entities at once, bearing two voices: One of a man, another of a woman. Occasionally, they can split in two so the two personalities have separate bodies, each bearing only one half of their faces.

Much like the kingdom that follows them, the Sixth can speak Spanish.

The Twenty-First, also known to mortals as The World, is the highest ranking Arcana, the most revered by both mortal and fellow Arcana. They are deemed to be the forger of Anten, the Origin of All, but only in legends. Now, the Twenty-First is deemed to be the Arcana of Cycles, Accomplishments, and Closure.

Unlike the other Arcanas, the Twenty-First is very inactive and distant with mortals, almost never appearing in prayers and visions. It is said that after forging the world, the Twenty-First entered a slumber to rest, and has been in dormancy ever since.

Because of their dormant state, altars and effigies for the Twenty-First are erected in temples and shrines, so that mortals may pay tribute to them and give prayers. Those lucky enough to get a response usually report back feeling renewed, revitalized, almost as if they've found new purpose in life.

The other Arcanas seem to have a great level of respect and/or fear for the Twenty-First, treating them as if they are an absolute power despite their current dormancy. Even the more unruly Arcanas tend to cower upon mention of the Twenty-First's name (unless said by a mortal, since they do not take their word at heart).

The Twenty-First's voice consists of four, always speaking in unison with one another. Unlike the Sixth, the Twenty-First does not seem to have four individual personalities that can be separated from one another.

[itsmaferart]

SPY x FAMILY x CHAIR Vol 10 - 11- 12

Continuing with this series of analysis of the covers:

SxF . Vol 10 - Redacted

Unlike all the covers so far, cover 10 is the only one that does not show us a chair, but instead introduces us to [Redacted]. So we can give a little deeper analysis.

We can highlight that behind [Redacted] we can clearly see the rubble of a house of which there is absolutely nothing left, a soldier's helmet with scratches and cracks, the toy gun and a radio that apparently announced the war and the look of a child who has lost all happiness in his life and now must learn to survive with no one to take care of him.

I think it goes without saying that this is the saddest cover of the whole collection so far. But we can talk about the influence of [Redacted] on the current story.

In previous reviews I have talked about how [Redacted] is the basis for the existence of Twilight, the great spy of Westalis, the metaphorical death of this child who has lost his parents and his friends due to the conflicts of his country, and who later, blinded by hatred, would want to destroy his apparent enemies, to finally learn the hard lesson from his father of always longing for peace above all else.

From my perspective the tragedy of [Redacted] is the basis of Twilight, it's why the spy fighting for peace exists, but more importantly, it's what allows Twilight to not be entirely a living weapon serving a specific side. And while Twilight you made remembering her past "Self" is weakness, it is also who reminds her of what is truly important.

And it is [Redacted] who gives authenticity to Loid Forger, who reminds him that in the past he could experience happiness, his more vulnerable and sweet side, a child who could easily cry and wished to be in his mother's arms every night. Someone who just wished for a little love. Redacted] may never come back, but it is because of him that Twilight and Loid Forger are genuine and real.

This is a good time to dry your tears! 😭 

SxF . Vol 11 - Emile and Ewen - Hill House Chair

The Hill House Chair was designed by Scottish architect and designer Charles Rennie Mackintosh in 1902 for the Hill House residence in Helensburgh, Scotland. The design has a strong Japanese influence, which Mackintosh incorporated into his work after being exposed to Japanese aesthetics during the Glasgow International Art Exhibition.

The chair is in Mackintosh's "Glasgow Style", which is characterized by straight, simple lines and shapes. The chair, along with the rest of the furniture, was designed to integrate with the architecture and décor of the building, resulting in a harmonious and balanced ensemble.

Both the Willow chair and Hill House Chair are designs by Mackintosh, which is characterized by simple lines, geometric shapes and a modernist sensibility that gives them a unique and recognizable look. In terms of style and architectural context, the chairs have important differences in terms of form and functionality. The Willow Chair is a low chair with a curved back and woven seat, while the Hill House Chair is a taller, slimmer chair with a rectangular back and upholstered seat.

Damian-sama!!

There are two very interesting details that I could highlight and the language of the objects with respect to the chair, and the characters. Unlike Damian, the proportion of the chairs with respect to both children is much more harmonious unlike Damian whose chair stands out easily and its size is huge with respect to his size, indicating that while Damian projects greatness, Emile and Ewen are the complementation, both stand out, but balance each other at the same time, and do not overshadow Damian-Sama!

It is very interesting, given that the chair selection reflects this bond of friends/followers. While the chairs have different contexts, while Willow Chiar's has a primary function, the Hill House has the function of complementing the decor. Pointing out how the personalities of Emile and Ewen is to complement Damian.

Like Becky, the reflection of each other's personality is evident, they are notorious and not hidden. While Ewen has a passion for space, astronauts and the stars; Emile is a lover of sweets and all kinds of junk food. However, in the middle of both of them there is an obvious bond for explorer adventures. Having his picture with Damian in the center, because their bond as friends is very genuine!

SxF . Vol 12 - Sylvia Sherwood - Diamond Chair

The Diamond Chair, also known as the Bertoia Chair, was created by sculptor and designer Harry Bertoia in 1952. It was originally designed for Knoll International and has become a symbol of 20th century industrial and avant-garde design.

Bertoia designed the chair because of his desire to explore new forms and techniques of furniture making. Inspiration came from his interest in experimenting with steel wires, which allowed him to create light and elegant structures.

The motive was to achieve a perfect combination of form and comfort, which would be attractive but also ergonomic and comfortable to use. The chair's curved steel wire frame allows for breathability and provides flexible support, adapting to the user's body. Its design is minimalist and timeless, as well as its versatility and ability to adapt to a variety of environments.

"Stop waiting for easy answers to fall into your lap, Rookie. Use that head of yours to find them for yourself"

Both Fullmetal Lady and Diamond Chair could be described as elegant, sophisticated and modern. In addition, the attention to detail and quality workmanship reflect a high-end personality and refinement that projects the experience Handler has in executing its work. At the same time, its comfort and ergonomics demonstrate a concern for the well-being and experience of the user, which makes it friendly and welcoming, one of the most human characteristics of Sylvia who, although she is a relentless woman, also knows how to relate to her humanity, and reminds her little spies that having a soft spot is part of them.

While the folders and surely confidential papers are shuffled and exposed, reminiscent of Handler's main role, we can see subtly hidden the family photograph that is pierced by the chair leg reflecting the rupture caused by the war of losing her husband and young daughter. For no matter the passage of time, it will always be something that will accompany her.

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You can read the previous part here

[glitchylaptop]

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!

Happy birthday @glitchylaptop (1/3)

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[character-tarot]

The Ten of Cups represents prosperity, happy families, stability, security, fulfillment, and harmony. Reversed, it indicates dysfunctional family, conflict, loss of family/home, abuse, and disharmony.

[xxscarletxrosexx]

SpyxFamily Season 2 OP is finally here! Also, my attention kept honing in on the teapot & teacups, so here's an analysis.

(Possible spoiler ahead--you've been warned!)

What I've noticed is that the teapot is only held by Twilight, who I see is the leader of the family, and he's solely the only one pouring the teapot. We've already established in season 1 that the teacups are symbolic of the characters' bond/identity in the Forger Family and closeness with one another. So, each time the family is seen holding teacups, it's a Forger family moment (if that makes sense). The way I perceive the teapot is that it's Operation Strix.

SS1: In the beginning, Twilight is seen as very cautious and protective of the teapot (he even puts it under a sleeve to keep it warm -- furthering my understanding that he has control/is very protective of it).

SS2: It isn't until the car scene that we see the teapot again w/ Twilight. This time along with Anya and Yor's teacups. Everyone's cups are filled with the same beverage which could represent their ties as the Forger's. Twilight's crazy driving represents him driving the wheel of his mission. The turbulence in his driving along with his teacup and teapot moving could represent his control of his spy life (the car), control of Operation Strix (teapot), and control as Loid Forger (teacup).

SS3: When Loid pours the teapot and we see water, I perceive it as Twilight/Loid probably experiencing failures (despite how cute and upbeat this design and seen is). This is b/c the tea inside the teapot has been washed away by water. We also notice that Anya is holding her cup and it's not being poured into. So it may also be a sign of discord in the Forger family. Also, I love that the Forgers "drowned" which represents drowning in their respective missions/problems in their involvement in the mission or with each other.

SS4: We have a clear view of all members of the Forger's with their teapot and teacups. Twilight/Loid is missing his teacup here. I may be stretching a bit, but my analysis of this scene is that regardless of having his teacup (Loid Forger), he doesn't forget his role to care for Anya. We also notice that Yor's cup is empty, and yet both she and Twilight prioritize saving Anya. As a result, I see this as the family still working together even if they're not on the same page with each other--not being on the same page represented by the absence of tea in their cups.

SS5: Twilight has redeemed himself as evidenced by the piping hot teapot, and he also has his teacup too along with Yor and Anya. I also like they used airplanes here b/c it could also have a symbolic meaning that, together, they're figuratively on top of the world.

SS6: Twilight is now more relaxed when pouring the content of the tea (Operation Strix) out to Anya because he can now trust that his family (Yor, specifically) will have his back.

SS7: When Yor sips the tea, I see more of a symbiotic relationship going on here. When Yor is seen drinking her tea, Anya is happy. I see this as "papa is trusting mama" from Anya's perspective, and of course, she just wants her parents to be happy (and possibly in love with each other). And when Anya is happy, Operation Strix goes well (recall that Anya's emotions easily influence Twilight).

SS8: Same thing is happening here. Twilight pours tea for Anya but Yor catches it, which is a lovely transition that this will be a Yor-centered season (aka Cruise Arc).

SS9 & SS10: Harmony / being on the same page together / united as a family from henceforth regardless of their crazy adventures (shown with them upside down) together.

TLDR; I love this teacup/teapot engagement with the Forger family because it essentially summarizes the Forger's relationship with one another from S1. This is such a good OP b/c whatever ep is shown will show the growth in their relationship w/ each other.

[azure-sorceress]

I finally finished The Lost Metal! Here's some (a lot of) thoughts:

Spoilers below.

The biggest problem this book has is that the stakes are too high. Wax & Wayne books work because, unlike Era 1, they are fun low stakes steampunk detective novels with a great cast of characters.

I was really sad that MeLaan left immidiatly after the beginning of the book. I wish we had had the whole gang together like in BoM, but I guess it wasn't meant to be.

I think this might have been the most agressive foreshadowing for a character death that Sanderson has ever done. It was so obvious Wayne was going to be killed off by the end of the book. Also it made me really sad. As in, I spent the last 30 pages weeping.

The problem with having a lot of Cosmere connections and a literal god/shard as your villain is that the regular villains of this series seem weak in comparision. Yes, I'm talking about Telsin. Such wasted potential...

I'm not sure I'm too excited about Era 3 to be honest... But you know what this book made me excited for? The Elantris sequels.

Omg what do you mean you can use a seal to turn yourself into an elantrian??? This makes seals so much more OP than they already were.

Also, is Moonlight Shai? Or is it another forger that we hadn't met?

I'm really worried about Sazed. I think he's right not to trust Kelsier, but I also think that Kelsier is right about Sazed losing control of the intents of the shards. I really wanted Harmony to work and be a decent god (because we are lacking in those), but I see things are about to become dangerous again. I feel like there should be a way to completely merge Ruin and Preservation because they were already merged at some point when Adonalsium was whole...

I really don't like the Ghostbloods. Maybe it has to do with the bullshit going on with Shallan in Stormlight and all the manipulation they did with her. Maybe it has to do with the fact that they are stealing Investitude from other planets. Or maybe is just the fact that Kelsier is the leader and I don't trust him even a little bit.

But it strikes me as odd how the Ghostbloods get great people like Moonlight, TwinSoul and Kaise?? And then you have Kelsier, Mraize and that creepy guy with the mask in the epilogue (also, who the hell is his sister and what do you mean she's in Roshar???).

I'm so glad Marasi didn't accept to be part of them, I didn't think she would, but you never know. In fact, she actual puts it very well when she turns them down: "I won't keep secrets when the truth could save lifes". Kelsier "there's always another secret" Survivor could never.

I wish we had seen more of Marsh. This feeling is for the entire series, in fact. He was one of my favorite characters in Era 1 and I would have liked to see him be Death a little bit more.

Overall a good Cosmere book, but a weak Wax & Wayne book. If I ever reread Era 2 I think I'll stop at BoM because I don't think I can ever reread Wayne's death.

[on-cerulean-tides-rpg]

L'Archipel de Nehenor (sud)

Spécialités : Commerce global – Minerais de pierre – Armurerie – Coquillages – Pêche – Production fruitière – Production de chanvre – Epices – Bétail – Perles précieuses – Artisanat magique – Joaillerie –Minerai de sel Capitale :  Nerysia, Scyran Armée : Légion de l’Ecume

L'archipel de Nehenor, première vision qu’ont les voyageurs en provenance du sud, est un territoire à la fois hostile et paradisiaque, façonné par l’océan. 

Nepthis, avec son port imposant et sa surveillance militaire omniprésente, est la porte d’entrée du royaume, où les échanges se font sous haute surveillance. Crystal Waters, au contraire, séduit par ses lagons enchantés et son atmosphère magique, où l’eau elle-même semble vivre. Scyran, l’île la plus mystérieuse, cache sous ses récifs tranchants des trésors marins inestimables et des secrets de magie ancienne.

Chaque île de l'archipel, bien que paradisiaque à sa manière, impose des défis uniques, entre courants perfides, créatures marines redoutables et mystères. Les habitants de Nehenor, qu'ils soient pêcheurs, artisans ou militaires, vivent en harmonie avec cet environnement impitoyable, tissant des liens invisibles avec la mer tout en restant toujours sur leurs gardes.

Île Nepthis

Forteresse portuaire – Commerce maritime – Guildes Marchandes – Surveillance militaire – Contrôle des étrangers - Début du Pont des Brisants Ville principale : Varasel

Île volcanique en forme de croissant de lune, Nepthis est le rempart de pierre et d’acier qui garde l’entrée d’Elyrian. C’est ici et ici seulement que les étrangers sont autorisés à poser le pied sur les terres du royaume, mais ils ne peuvent aller plus loin. Son immense port, connu sous le nom de Port de Varasel ainsi que le marché des Brisants sont des points névralgiques, où s’échangent vivres, armes et richesses maritimes avec les royaumes voisins. Pourtant, ce lieu n’est pas le plus accueillant : les quais sont bordés de soldats, les rues sont parcourues de patrouilles, et les eaux alentour sont surveillées par des flottes de guerre et des sentinelles aux regards perçants. Au cœur de Nepthis se dresse le Bastion de la Flamme Noire, une citadelle imprenable dont les murs de pierre sont gravés d’anciennes runes marines, censées dissuader toute attaque venue des mers. Les commandants militaires y tiennent conseil, tandis que les pavillons des marchands étrangers flottent temporairement avant d’être renvoyés vers le large. Loin du tumulte du port, les terres de Nepthis sont tantôt arides et rocheuses, battues par les vents salés, tantôt parsemées de forêts denses. On y extrait cependant des roches volcaniques noires, utilisées pour forger les armes des guerriers elyriens. Au nord ouest, le Mont Voeldrak, en éruption régulière mais maîtrisée, symbolise la force indomptable de l’île, tandis qu’au sud, des paysages plus hospitaliers offrent un contraste apaisant, avec des criques paisibles et des terres fertiles où s’épanouissent les rares cultures de Nepthis.

Île Crystal Waters

Lagons enchantés – Villes flottantes – Sanctuaires marins – Spiritualité très présente – Paradis sur terre Village principal : Borera

Crystal Waters scintille sous le soleil, où l’eau et la terre s’entrelacent dans une harmonie mouvante. Ses lagons translucides reflètent le ciel, tandis que les mangroves noueuses s’accrochent aux rivages, leurs racines serpentant dans les eaux peu profondes. Les bancs de sable se déplacent au gré des marées, dessinant une île toujours changeante, presque vivante. Les maisons de bois flotté, perchées sur pilotis, semblent flotter entre ciel et mer, reliées par des passerelles tressées en fibres marines. Ici, tout est conçu pour s’adapter à l’océan, car ses habitants en sont les enfants : marins intrépides, pêcheurs instinctifs et mystiques capables d’entendre les murmures des flots. Les récifs coralliens sont sacrés, abritant des coquillages lumineux, échos des esprits océaniques. Mais sous ces eaux paisibles dorment des secrets plus anciens encore, des vestiges oubliés qui chuchotent aux courants et attirent les âmes curieuses vers l’inconnu.

Île Scyran

Joyau maritime – Trésors marins – Politique secrète – Capitale de l’Archipel – Criques mystérieuses – Perles rares – Erudition Ville principal : Nerysia

Scyran est une île où l’océan façonne chaque aspect de la vie, un joyau maritime où la culture et la nature se mêlent en une harmonie envoûtante. Dominée par la ville de Nerysia, dont les dômes turquoise et les canaux scintillantstémoignent d’un raffinement architectural unique, l’île est un carrefour de commerce et de traditions anciennes. Le Palais d’Écumes, perché sur les hauteurs, veille sur la cité et abrite les mystères des sages et des dirigeants. Au-delà de Nerysia, Scyran dévoile une multitude de lieux fascinants. Le Hameau des Perliers et ses ateliers nichés entre les falaises perpétuent un savoir-faire ancestral, produisant les précieuses perles noires et bleutées qui font la renommée de l’île. Plus loin, le Récif des Lamentes, un labyrinthe de coraux et d’épaves, nourrit les légendes de marins sur les êtres énigmatiques qui hanteraient ses eaux. L’Anse des Veilleurs, gardée par d’imposantes statues de pierre, demeure un lieu de recueillement et de présages pour ceux qui s’apprêtent à braver les flots. Scyran est une terre où l’histoire et la mer tissent ensemble un récit en perpétuel mouvement.

Voilà tout pour aujourd'hui ! J'espère que cet Archipel vous plaira autant que moi et sachez qu'il ne s'agit-là que d'un avant-goût, divers lieux de chaque îles seront bien évidemment détaillés sur le forum 😏

[review-anon]

Let’s see the remaining contestants.

Looks like we made it past the first round.

Indeed so but we cannot afford to slip up.

Especially when the competition is so stiff.

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*Nico and Rose carry on their weird dancing, neither looking each other in the eye or saying much*

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Right on, we made it past the first round!

Only because the judges are a bunch of insane morons.

Seriously Review Anon, why are you using RNG to determine the results.

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And we are past the first round!

Look at all the m-

mediocre dancers we overcome so far.

Heh, you're improving.

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I dunno what we are doing but we are doing well.

Gahahahaha! Its all part of a good training!

Yeah let's go for that.

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Of course you cannot overthrow us in the first round, our powers are unmatched!

Me and my Dark Queen will overpower the competition and conquer the dance floor in the name of the Overlord of Ice!

Indubitably we will!

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Well we must be doing something right Kaz as we got past the first round.

Yeah....we did.

(Seriously why couldn't I have been with Miss Sonia instead?)

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Errr...Miss Ludenburg what you are suggesting...

I think its a rather simple request.

We are in the second round after all and we need to sweep up the competition...literally.

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Hey Kana...is it me or has things been quiet with the Anons lately...

Yeah I noticed that as well...

I'm sure they were just focused on this though, no big deal!

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I don't know why some people were moaning about the results I thought the judges were good!

After all...we are still in it.

Exactly and that means they have good taste!

[jammed-out]

Hypnovember Day 20 - Transformed

(CW: Siren, pirate, someone being pushed off of a cliff, sex on a beach)

The siren’s song echoed across the waves. There in the cove, over the sound of the crashing waves on the shore, the most beautiful voice rang out across the sea. It was as if it was a chorus of voices, blending and mixing together in harmony, a symphony of one. Each part of it cascaded onto the one before it, like a wave crashing into itself. It mixed with the sea and the wind, blending into the perfect storm of sorrow and desire.

Captain Elspeth Mordan stood on the shore, her hand rested on the hilt of her sword. She stared at over the vast ocean, its dark waves crashing upon themselves, illuminated only be the moonlight reflecting upon it. Her ship was moored out there, somewhere, in the distance. Something had brought her to this place, something that sang out across the ocean, something that only she could hear. The crew thought her mad as they approached the island, a heavily fortified property that no pirate would dare step onto. But the crew of Captain Mordan was no ordinary crew. Her crew was filled with the most cunning, smartest, and most daring pirates that had ever sailed under the sea of stars.

But there, on the cliff on the far side of the island, sat a castle. Even by night, the polished white stone shone in the moonlight as though it were day. Many windows remained lit by golden glow. From one of them, Elspeth could hear the song. She reached to her side, unfastening the clasp around her spyglass. She extended it, peering through it. The lines of carriages slowly approached the large wooden gate towards the top. As the captain had learned, tonight would be a ball, and there was never quite as good of a time to strike for treasure as a ball.

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“Presenting, the privateer of his majesty’s fleet, The Captain Melgrane and his first mate, Lady Elspeth.”

Elspeth grimaced, it was a good idea to play first mate and instead let Jo Melgrane take the lead. He was the finest forger and impersonator on this side of the world, however, Elspeth did not have to like the idea of playing second in command.

Jo took the lead, moving into the courtyard. Elspeth followed a step behind. Her pirating garb had been replaced by the royal navy’s colors that they had robbed off of a passing ship a few weeks past. Her hair, now brushed and washed, combed behind her head and pulled tightly into a ponytail made her scalp feel tight and pulled. She hated the pomp and circumstance. Her chest felt bound by the garment instead of her usual flowing unbuttoned shirt. Everything was cramped into this outfit.

The ballroom on the other hand, was so vast that even with the hundreds of guests there was more than enough room to move about. Jo paused and gestured around to the many riches that adorned the guests. Glittering stones and gold jewelry hung off of them in abundance. Jo made a point to pause on the occasion, gesturing towards the help, or rather the help that Elspeth’s crew had carefully replaced. Some were moving about collecting coats, swiping a bracelet here and there. Others were handing out drinks and food on trays, keeping an eye turned towards the captain herself. They were here for something, however Elspeth was not aware of what.

“Spread out. Keep an eye out for anything valuable. Try to break away with Smidge if you can, get upstairs to the private rooms where the good stuff is.” Elspeth murmured to Jo leaning in slightly. She pat their shoulder and broke off, carefully slipping through the crowd.

Elspeth passed unseen through the swarm. She was lucky enough to be able to keep her sword at her side, she half hoped that they wouldn’t demand to check weapons and was lucky to be rewarded for her optimism. It was much harder to commit a crime if you had to double back. Every so often she would slip a coin purse into her hand from a gentleman’s belt as she passed by, carefully dropping it into the awaiting hand of one of her many crew members as they crossed paths. It was a routine snatch a grab tactic that they had perfected over time, one they had run many times before.

“Will you dance with me?” A hand wrapped around her wrist, not tightly, but gently prying it away. Her fingers slid off of the coin purse she had been about to swipe.

Elspeth’s eyes raised slowly over the green silk glove that traveled up the arm of the woman restraining her. The flowing green dress that cascaded with blue accents in waves from her shoulders down to her waist before billowing outward in plumes of ocean waves. Elspeth looked up the woman’s dark skin, over her lips, soft, plump, accented by blue lipstick that matched her eyes, eyes that Elspeth could fall into like the depths of the ocean. Rich sand dusted curls hung down from her head dancing over her eyebrows before falling down towards her shoulders.

Elspeth’s breath caught in her throat. She stumbled over the appropriate response, even as the woman slowly led her towards the dance floor. The captain had never fumbled before. She had swooned and stollen the hearts of men and women all across the oceans and yet, none had ever held her like this. She could not speak, nor did she want to.

“I knew you would come to me. None can resist my song.” The woman chuckled softly, not cruelly but in a playful manner. It was as if a thousand bells chimed.

Elspeth felt the dance change directions. She turned, spinning the woman outward from her. Slowly the woman rolled back into her arms, a gentle pivot as they resumed their posture. “You’re the voice I hear. The one I followed across the oceans.”

The woman nodded and turned, pivoting slightly, her dress floating just slightly as she did. “And you came to find me.”

The captain pulled the woman closer, shifting posture. Her hand slid around her body, the dress becoming pressed between the pair. “Why me? What do you want with me?”

“It is rather what you want with me.” Elspeth pursed her lips. The song was coming to an end. She slowly released the woman, her hands moving to clap for the band, but while everyone else turned their attention towards the performers, Elspeth did not look away from the woman. The woman turned back, her eyelids drifting slowly lower. She tilted her head towards the balcony on the far side of the room, the curtains blowing in the open doorway. She led, taking the captain’s hand and gently tugging, beckoning her to follow. Elspeth allowed herself to be led blindly.

The curtains broke way, the chilly wind of the night air blowing in Elspeth’s face as they stepped outside. Her hair billowed behind her, the ponytail dancing in the night air. The woman slowly released her hand, traveling over to the railing. She leaned against the marble railing and looked out longingly over the ocean. Elspeth advanced slowly, her hand trailing to the sword at her hip, she did not know this woman and some part of her sensed she was in great danger.

“I have heard many tales about you. The great Captain Elspeth Mordan, feared pirate, the craftiest of criminals, the cursed pirate.” Elspeth tugged on the hilt, the blade coming free in the night with a solid swish. It sat placed an inch from the woman’s back, her hair blowing over the blade, the dark metal, untouched by the night air. Elspeth’s eyes burned, dark smoke trailing from the edges of her pitch black eyes. “The one who signed her soul to the sea for a thousand years on the ocean, bound to never find love or companionship except from the waves.”

Elspeth pressed the tip against the woman’s dress, the fabric smoking as it frayed beneath the cursed sword. “Speak plainly or see yourself make a quick fall into the deep below.” The words were icy, chilling the air between them with a cold bite.

“You are not the only one cursed by the sea. I wished to be free of its shackles, now I may not leave this island without the love of a broken heart. But to be a siren…” The woman turned slowly, the blade burning a dark stain across her dress. Her eyes burned a deep blue swirling wave, her skin shimmering in the moonlight with an undercurrent of sea dazed glitter. Her face was somber with longing. “Is to only be loved by those you blind with your song. To truly be loved, I dreamed impossible.”

Elspeth lowered the blade to her side. “Your song was not a call to me for love.”

“It was a call for your blade. A cursed blade to slay a cursed creature.” The woman looked up at Elspeth, longing in her eyes. She stepped forward slowly, her fingers reaching out to trail over the captain’s hand. “I implore you, please end my misery. I can no longer bare to stare out at the ocean, a world I can no longer call home.”

“You could simply sing to me and command my will.” Elspeth’s hand raised to the woman’s neck, her thumb wrapping around it as she gently raised her head to look into her eyes. The curse softened, black smoke abating to reveal her eyes.

“I would not force that act upon any. I can only implore you. My heart can not bare this burden. Please my captain, would you do me this honor?”

Elspeth’s throat tightened. She slowly pushed nudging the woman backwards against the railing. She felt her gasp softly as she pressed against it, slowly being leaned over the edge of it. Elspeth looked at her, her lips so ready for the taking. She had never wanted any like this before. Over the edges of the earth, over one hundred years, none had ever enticed her like this. Her hand raised, thumb tracing over the woman’s lips. They parted slightly, a salty breath escaping against the thumb.

Neither woman spoke, merely lost in the moment. Elspeth leaned forward towards the woman. Her lips lowered to her ear, breath heavy with a desire she had never seen before. “Call to me from the ocean and I shall run to you.”

Elspeth shoved, her hand pushing the woman by her head out over the railing. Surprise etched across her face as she fell backwards. Her dress billowed in the night air, bright shining wave that rippled as she fell rapidly to the dark depths below. She fell with a soft crash into the night, disappearing beneath the depths at the base of the cliff. The waves crashed, cracking upon the rocky base.

Elspeth spun, sheathing her sword. She turned, her first mate, Endraeth, dressed as an attendant standing by the window, her face stoic, no surprise or emotion on it. Elspeth crossed, stopping just to the right shoulder of Endraeth, pausing, their shoulders separated by a mere inch. She waited.

Endraeth did not turn, instead continuing to look out at the waves. “Should I be concerned Captain?”

Elspeth stared out over the party, the many guests oblivious to what had transpired. “I am finished here. I will return to the ship by morning, see that my quarters are prepared for a guest.”

“Should we plan to leave port by then? Or prepare a-“

“There will be no need for a return trip. See to it that the crew is well fed and prepared. We break for the other seas at dawn.” Elspeth turned her head to look at her first mate. “And see to it we are well stocked. We will be having a-“ A song danced on the air, the beginning notes of a tune that only Elspeth could hear. A smirk played at the edge of her lips “permanent addition to the crew.”

Elspeth turned and began to take a step forward when Endraeth’s hand caught her by the sleeve. “Captain, are you sure this is wise. I have sailed with you a decade now and I am not quite sure that you have considered what you are about to do.”

“You know as well as I do that a sailor can not resist the song of the siren.”

“Aye, but you are no ordinary sailor and that is no ordinary song.”

Elspeth nodded. “If I do not return by dawn, see to it the ship rides to glory.” She tugged her arm free and with it made her way through the party.

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Elspeth stood at the top of the beach. There at the base, shining in the moonlight, was a woman, not unlike the one she had seen before. She lay upon the sand, basking the waves, her hair while wet, blew in the breeze. Elspeth stumbled forward, her feet tripping under her as she ran across the beach. She was thankful for the change back into her captain’s gear, her boots head more traction on the wet sand. Yet still she fell to her knees before the woman, just a foot out of reach.

The song had only grown stronger while she was away. It built, swelling into a storm that bellowed in her ears, vibrating within her chest, dragging her towards the source. She could not resist it, the song of the siren, when it called to you, to resist it was to break your very mind with insanity, to give in to it was to meet a certain death at a watery grave. Elspeth was prepared for the latter to be true.

“I called to you and you came running.” The woman said, her finger drawing circles in the sand. “And yet, you still can not love me.”

Elspeth crawled forwards onto her hands and knees. “I can not love or be loved, but then why can I not resist you. The sea would not send me to you for I can not be taken from my ship and yet, the longing in my chest can not be stopped.”

The woman reached up and brushed her hand through the opening in the captain’s shirt. Salt water stained the edges of the red top. Her hand cold, brushed against the pale bare skin, her fingers trailing over the soft flesh. “I would have you even if you could never love me. I long for your presence, the raw power that boils within you set me free, it should only be that I do the same to you.” The waves crashed against her legs, scales slowly forming on them only for them to fade as the water pulled away. Her bare body shimmering beneath the moonlight and stars.

“I can not love you in the way you deserve in your majesty.” Elspeth said turning her head away.

The woman gripped her chin tugging her head back roughly. “Yet you can worship me as no other ever could, for how could I harm one who can not be harmed. How can I force the sea to take one who can not be taken. You could grant me pleasures that no other ever could.” Her thumb gripped Elspeth’s chin and tugged it down, opening her mouth gently.

“Pray tell me your name so that I may cry it as your lips tear my soul from my body.” Elspeth whispered softly over the roaring wind.

“Cariote…” The woman whispered lunging forward. She dove at the captain, her lips wrapping around the humans. Elspeth could taste only the salt of the ocean on her lips, it burned in the small cuts on her lips and yet, she reveled in the sensation. The captain dove forward, pushing them backwards into the shallows of the ocean. The waves crashed against the pair soaking them both. The cold water soaked into the captain’s clothes as her hand’s found scaly hips, pulling them closer.

The siren pull back and began to sing. Elspeth could feel the song penetrate into her. It filled her deeply with passion and longing, a kind she had never felt before. Siren songs were always grounded in their own feelings. This was how Cariote felt, and yet, Elspeth could feel the emotion swell within her, a sensation she could not feel otherwise.

The world began to blur as slowly Elspeth was lowered into the waves. She could feel the siren crawl onto her, slowly undoing her belt. The waves crashed over them, Elspeth focused her breathing, avoiding the water that threatened to flow into her lungs. As the waves ebbed, so too did the illusion. The human looking woman, now gone, replaced by rich blue green scales. Her hair, tinged green like seaweed. Her teeth, sharpened to points, rows of them, menacing. And yet the song did not stop, and Elspeth did not fear.

Elspeth felt the waves crash against the bare skin of her legs as her pants flew over her head in a blur. It was as if everything moved in slow motion, her hands buried in the wet sand. Webbed fingers pushed her legs apart, spreading them wide as Cariote’s head dipped between her legs.

The song only built, no longer sang by echoed in the night air. Elspeth could not stop what was building within her even if she wanted to. The way the notes played against her body, the way the fingers plucked at the strings tied to her thighs, the way the siren sang her sweet song against Elspeth’s most private of parts resonated with an increased fury within her. Elspeth would die a thousand times over if this beautiful creature demanded it. She would throw herself from the highest cliff, diving over the edge into the ocean below only to be swallowed up by her. She cried out, tears falling from her eyes into the ocean below as the passion erupted within her exploding outward with the thunder of the crashing waves.

The song still carried through the night air for a long while afterwards. Elspeth became lost in it, her own voice merging with it on more than one occasion. She no longer knew where she ended and Cariote began. She was merely a vessel to hold the song within her, that was her true purpose, to be a home for the siren. She knew that now, the most feared captain on the sea, held captive by a simple song.

Cariote lay next to her as the sun began to crest the horizon, bathing it soft golden glows. The ocean washed over the naked pair, clothes long since discarded onto the dry shore. Elspeth’s fingers twitched and trembled, tangled in the sand and surf. Her body would dare not move, not because she could not, but she dared not disturb the siren. The song had long subsided within her, filling her with emptiness once more, and yet, she fell more full than she had in many years. Soon they would depart for their ship, but until then, Elspeth would revel in this moment.

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[ao3feed-twiyor]

Older Phases Older Faces

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Lopm2TS by pattysxf From playing inside their small-spaced garage to performing in sold-out stadiums, the band Bloom and Intellect have made an indelible mark on the music world. What started as late-night jam sessions turned into a phenomenon, with their music resonating deeply with fans across the globe. Their songs, filled with raw emotion and intricate harmonies, became anthems of connection and hope. But years after reaching the peak of their success, the band bid their heartfelt goodbyes and sang their final song before disbanding. And we haven't heard from them since then. Until today. Words: 664, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Sylvia Sherwood | Handler, Franky Franklin Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Additional Tags: Band Fic, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Soft Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Soft Loid Forger | Twilight, bandmates in LOVE, Inspired by Daisy Jones & The Six, singer loid and yor, Screenplay/Script Format, Idiots in Love, not beta read we die like fiona's feelings, slow updates because im a fan of sxf read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Lopm2TS

[moonsoulastrology]

Being Prepared for Eclipse & Transits to the Natal Chart

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[wildtige429]

Transformers Dimension

Since Transformers: Animated would make its appearance in the KNS verse, I would like to point out some things in the story.

Septron is a planet next to Cybertron and Velocitron where ten tribes of Transformers live harmoniously alongside the elements, abundantely robotic planet where nature and machine live harmoniously as equals. When the war happened, sure many of the Septronians joined the factions but there is one group of Septronians who formed a mismatched group led by a mysterious Stygian named Rogue, but for the space humans, Autobots and Decepticons, he was nicknamed The Phantom due to his tribe being associated with the supernatural.

His group compose of Autobots, Neutrals and even Decepticons who chose to become renegades when they see the wrongs of their factions. Because of their members, they were crudely called The Strays.

They were 'exiled' to Earth and for the past fifty years, they've learned everything from the culture and language of the humans. Also, they planned to end the war when the AllSpark finds itself on the planet and that long-lost enemies thought to be dead are felt lurking on Earth.

Anyway, here are the Septronian Tribes:-

Stygians - The Stygians of Styx are a very mysterious tribe that kept themselves secretive in the shadows. Their led by a Shadowlord and worship the Forger (robot god) of Death, Doomscythe alongside their cousin tribe, the Vulpians and the Soulwalkers. Their logo is a sickle forming a question mark.

Kemonoids - Descendants of the fierce Predacona that take the form of animals with some being triple changers. They are led by a Beastlord that was Hellburst and worship the Forger of Animals, Lionheart Lux, alongside the Thunderians and Tepesites. Their logo is a roaring beast head.

Aquarians - An all-female tribe of water dwellers who were nearly wiped out by Transformer Hunters, leaving a few survivors scattered across the tribes, later led by Sealord Razortooth. They worship the Forger of Water, Otohime Lux. Their logo is a shark.

Arborians - A tree-dwelling tribe that dwells in the jungles of Arbora. They are equipped with very long retractable tails and great swiftness of monkeys. They, alongside the elusive Cloakers, worship the Jungle Forger, Tarzan Lux, and are led by a Treelord. Their logo is a tree.

Florians - An all-male tribe of plant-bending bots that live in the swamplands of Arbora and are said to deal in Dark Arcane (black magic in Cybertronian term). They worship the Swamp Forger, Mossblight, and are led by a Swamplord, formerly Quickstrike. Their logo is a leaf.

Scraplanders - Scraplanders are a barbarian tribe, living with the berserkers, the Ravagers and the underground-dwelling Subterrans. They have a post-apocalyptic appearance and lifestyle as well as making anything out of scraps and are led by Scraplord Onehand. They, with the Ravagers and Subterrans, worship the Forger of Deserts, Rampage. Their logo is a cross arms of a wrench and sword.

Septronian Seekers - Living on the floating continent of Stormasphere with the Stormites, what makes them different from Cybertronian Seekers is that they are led by a Skylord and some are said to have acidic venom in their claws, weapons and fangs. They worship the Serpent Forger, Ophiuca Lux, and their logo is a winged snake.

Stormites - Airbending robots who enjoy most of their time flying. Despite their aerial abilities, their alt modes are practically land vehicles or land animals mostly. They worship the Forger of Storms, Typhoonus, and are led by a Stormlord. Their logo is a tornado.

Pyronians - A tribe of very fiery, firebending and fire-powered robots that live on the volcanic land of Pyron. They are led by Flamelord Infernus, worship the Forger of Fire, Agni Lux, and their logo is a fire.

Arcticans - A tribe of snowy white robots with icy powers and immunity to the harsh cold temperatures of Arctica. They, with the therianthropic Robotropes, worship the Wolf Forger, Howlback, and are led by Blizzardlord Blizzardbane. Their logo is a snowflake.

Robotropes - Robots that can turn into werebeasts under a full moon or at will. Their bite, just like the Tepesites, can turn any bot, including an organic being, into a were-bot. They are led by a Werelord and their logo is a howling beast.

Tepesites - Vampiric robots with some of their alt modes being vampire bats and a bite from them can turn any bot, including an organic, into a vamp-bot. They are led by a Bloodlord and their logo is an evil eye.

Thunderians - An electricfying tribe of lightning-powered and lightning-bending bots led by Thunderlord Lightningrod and his mate, Sparkrod. Their logo is a thunderbolt.

Vulpians - Evolved turbofoxes whose alt modes are foxes and like the mythical kitsunes, they have supernatural powers. They are led by Foxlord Tailflame and their logo is a fox.

Subterrans - A tribe of eartbending, underground dwelling robots who enjoy digging their way through the ground the fighting. They are led by Stonelord Blindspot and her mate, Sonicrock. Their logo is a rock.

Ravagers - A tribe of berserkers who are said to wear the armor plates and even organic bones of their enemies as armor, weapons and trophies. They are led by a Desertlord namely called the Ravager King, who wore the skulls of every Transformer Hunters and armor plates of a fleet of Decepticons.

Cloakers - Transformers who can blend into their surroundings and turn invisible like chameleons. They are led by Mirrorlord Discordia and their logo are lights.

Arcanians - Transformers who are experts in casting arcane (Cybertronian term for magic) and are said to have strange anomalies. They are led by Magiclord Mephisto and his mate, Lilith, and their logo is a pentagram.

Soulwalkers - A very elusive tribe of ghostly-looking robots that can teleport in a wink of an eye. It is said that when they sleep, they turn into organic beings based on the planet they are on. It is believed that Soulstone mastered their soulwalking to trick his way into organic civilizations before roboticizing the entire planet into an Energon-mining planet like what he did to the other 80 planets, that are not overrun by zombots (robot zombies). They are led by a Ghostlord and their logo is a spirit.