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sakuravalenp · 1 year ago

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A dream land - DP X DC Prompt

Okay, so I was thinking about that episode "Perchance to dream" where Bruce is trapped in a dream world and this, even thought really different, came to my mind.

Danny is king or prince of the infinite realms. He's been working on personalizing/decorating his castle in the infinite realms. When he feels someone walking just outside the castles walls. The thing is, that someone isn't a denizen, they aren't in a corporeal body, but he can feel that they are very much alive and feel distinctly human. He approaches the person to ask why and how they are in the infinite realms, but they fade away before he gets the opportunity.

Clockwork, who was with him at the moment, tells him that the visitor from the living, was just the soul projection of someone that was sleeping, and then refuses to elaborate further. Since it's something that was to do with sleeping, Danny decides to go and ask Nocturn, it seemed like a reasonable assumption that he was the one at fault for the soul projection.

Contrary to what he thought, Nocturn informed Danny that Sleeping soul projection was a natural phenomenon that he didn't control. The land of dreams, ("My domain" - Nocturn reminds him), was in the infinite realm after all, and those who have been close to death sometimes slipped they're whole soul instead of just their mind, and ended up all over the infinite realms.

It isn't too different from a lucid dream for them, the body gets all the benefit of the sleep, the mind feels rested if they had a good time in the realms. Except, if they hurt their soul too bad during their little trip, it would have real consequences. Loosing memories, abilities regression, migraine, pain that reflects the soul damage, all either temporary until the soul healed, or permanent and deteriorating, and in some occasions finishing in the persons death. In the latter, the soul is usually too damaged and cease it's existence, or have enough ectoplasm and emotion to form into ghosts with crack cores whose existence is instantly in danger.

Danny clearly didn't like the image that was painted to him, so he asked Nocturn if there was really nothing that he could do. It took a lot of talking and convincing, but eventually Nocturn admitted he could be able to direct the soul projecting to appear on a certain place, but he refused to babysit anyone. Which was enough for Danny, all he needed to do was make another expansion in his castle.

He decided to make a garden to receive their soul projecting guests. The garden was enormous, with all kinds of spaced within it. Playgrounds, picnic spaces, soft benches, tables with ghost and space teamed board games, fountains, and of course, the beautiful flowers that surrounded and decorated the place. Once he got ghosts with gardening, protection and caring obsessions on the place to look out for the souls, he was ready to receive them. It took him by surprise the amount of people that came, the garden was never crowded, but was never empty either, and souls of all ages and places were visiting at all times.

He kept expanding the garden as he heard of new things their guests wished for. He enjoyed spending time in the middle of the garden where souls passed by but rarely appeared, it was calm, but not completly quite with the background noice of the soul enjoying their dreams, and he could do the more mundane king/prince work. Until, he starts getting a regular visitor on his little space of the garden.

Choose the DC character you prefer, my idea is for people who hasn't died in the past but has been in the doors of death (so died and came back would be disqualified but you do as you prefer), but I'm going with Tim.

The soul of a boy around his age appears just in front of him, as usual when he greets new arriving soul, he welcomes him with a gentle smile and tells him he is free to explore the garden. A ghost taker is assign to him. The soul, as usual, seems confused and like he wished to asks questions, but seems content to ask them to his tour guide, and Danny continues with his own duties.

But then, the same soul continues to appear in the same place every two or three days, they exchange greetings and every time talk for a bit longer before the boy leaves to explore once more. It's rear to have multiple visits from one soul, even more so for said soul to appear in the same place every time. By the four time, Danny decides to take a break on his royal duties and accompany his new friend.

~ They get close, and have cute scenes, Tim asks a lot of questions and Danny answers and not-answers a lot of questions ~

One day, Tim shows up as usual, but he is in full Red Robin costume, and well, Danny wasn't expecting an identity reveal.

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On the Bats side:

There's an attack of some villain that's able to put Red Robin (or character of your choice) on a sleeping beauty type of sleep while carrying a serious injury, were he stays sleep until teammates or backup gets him out of it. The event affects his soul, making him disconnect partially from the land of dreams and making his soul sleep project almost every time he sleeps.

Tim starts sleeping more often. It's worrying at first, Bruce being paranoid does every test in the book, despite Tim saying he's just finding sleep easier now. But, he was just affected by sleeping magic and suddenly his sleeping easier? Seems like a side effect, and that makes it worrying.

Tim's health in general improve, just like he's concentration and productivity. Who would have thought that working rested actually was more productive than working on less than three hours of sleep and missing obvious details and clues due to how tired you are.

With everything not only being okay, but better than before, paranoia about Tim's new sleeping schedule soon dies, and instead is replaced with teasing about how he used to refuse to rest kicking and screaming, and now he may sleep more than any of them.

On Tim's side, he's loving being able to soul project so often. He knew from the start he was in a different dimension, and he just wanted to know the hows, whys, and everything else. So far, he seems to do it at least once every three days, and he's even gone two times in a row a couple of times.

The garden had a lot of things to do, but Tim doesn't care about that, he's more interested in all the information he's getting. The first 3 times he was given different ghost nanny's, who were more focus on entertaining him and didn't really answer direct question. But then king/prince Phantom decided to accompany him personally, and everything went smoother. He was going back to get to know more about this new world, and maybe to know more about the cute prince/king too. He might also have gotten some better looking pajamas.

Now, he has a mission that takes more than a couple days with some people in his team that hasn't yet sen his face. He didn't realize how difficult it would be to do all nighters after getting used to a sleep schedule. He would usually try to go as long as possible without sleeping, but he decides that he should take advantage of the safety of where they're staying and sleep a bit too. He ended up soul projecting in full Red Robin costume. He tried to play it cool, maybe Phantom wouldn't know it was him.

"Red Robin, even if you didn't appear on the same spot as always, I can feel your soul. I know who you are."

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cursedcola · 4 months ago

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Discussion: "The Prophecy of Twisted Godhood" <- A reimagining of Twisted Wonderland through Greek Mythology. Where instead of a world based on Disney - Yuu is sent to a school meant to train demigods in another realm. Dormitories: Heartslabyul (here) || Savanaclaw || Octavanille || Scarabia || Pomefiore || Ignihyde || Diasomnia || Ramshackle (full lore and main plot outline) || Others Notes: Hey everyone - believe it or not, this was the original idea back when I started working on my TWST otome. I went a more traditional route since I wanted more of an immersive product...but I still have all of these ideas, y'know? So why not share them since I won't be making it into a game. Character designs and comics might come if i ever want to add more

Premise: The Prophecy of the Gods’ Reawakening

At NRC on the Isle of Gods, a prestigious institution built upon the ruins of ancient temples, Yuu (the protagonist) is just another student. However, Yuu’s, a supposed ‘godless human’, arrival is no accident—there’s an ancient prophecy surrounding them that foretells the fall of all gods, threatening the balance between the mortal and divine worlds.

The gods, once all-powerful, are losing their grip over their domains. Their children, the demigods, have become restless, each facing the expectations of their divine parentage while undergoing trials at NRC. The mortals are unaware of the ancient forces at play, but Yuu is caught in the center of this storm by ‘chance’ with no power to return to their realm. As they unravel the ties between the demigods, Yuu discovers that their very existence could either restore the gods' reign or bring about their ultimate downfall.

The students of Night Raven College, in this realm known as Nether Realms College, split into seven dormitories, each reflect different aspects of the divine legacy that they inherit. Each dorm conflict mirrors a myth or curse, and Yuu must navigate these volatile relationships and broken alliances, all while uncovering their own mysterious divine heritage.

Heartslabyul - The Realm of Judgment and Destiny

Heartslabyul's - renamed 'Themantica' Dormitory - central conflict revolves around the battle between order and chaos, justice and mercy, hard work and inherited power. The dorm will undergo a transformation as its members grow to understand that their godly traits do not define them, but how they choose to wield those traits in a world on the brink of power usurpation is what truly matters. Yuu becomes the catalyst for reform, teaching them that while their divine parentage shapes them, their choices define who they will become.

Riddle Rosehearts – Child of Themis (Goddess of Justice)

Reasoning: Riddle Rosehearts is deeply connected to Themis, the titaness of divine order, justice, and law. Themis is the embodiment of fairness and law, often depicted with scales, which resonates with Riddle’s strict adherence to rules and his sense of justice, though Riddle also learns that true fairness isn’t always found in rigid systems.

Connection: Themis represents the legalistic and moral code that Riddle so rigidly follows, making her a perfect fit for him. Or rather, a perfect fit for his mother. His buried personal feelings about his role as a demigod are another story.

Conflict: Riddle Rosehearts' devotion to order, justice, and the enforcement of rules mirrors the divine influence of Themis. As the dorm leader, Riddle’s strict enforcement of rules represents his own attempt to uphold the ideal of justice in a chaotic world. However, the prophecy that ties Yuu to the fate of the gods will challenge Riddle’s worldview. As the gods’ powers begin to weaken, Riddle will confront the truth that blind obedience to law can lead to harm, and that compassion and flexibility must sometimes replace absolute fairness.

Tension with Yuu: At first, Riddle views Yuu as a disruptive force to the carefully ordered environment of Heartslabyul. Yuu, being unaware of their own divine parentage, challenges Riddle’s rigidity with their natural tendency to understand situations in shades of gray. Yuu's tendency to question authority and find balance between rules and fairness will force Riddle to confront the flaws in his belief system.

Resolution: Through their relationship, Riddle learns that true justice comes not from strict adherence to law, but from considering the greater good and acting with compassion. Yuu helps him realize that mercy is as important as law.

Trey Clover – Eldest Son of Demeter (Goddess of the Harvest)

Reasoning: Trey Clover, the thoughtful, responsible, and nurturing member of Heartslabyul, fits well with Demeter, the goddess of agriculture, harvest, and the home. Trey is dependable, grounded, and often takes on the caretaker role within his dorm. Much like Demeter’s nurturing presence, Trey ensures others’ needs are met and provides stability. He also has a calm demeanor that makes him approachable and supportive—qualities that resonate with Demeter’s ability to protect and nurture those under her care.

Connection: Both Trey and Demeter represent stability, nurturing, and responsibility, offering support to those around them.

Conflict: Trey Clover embodies the nurturing and stabilizing influence of Demeter, the goddess of the harvest and the home. Trey is the responsible caretaker of the dorm, often stepping into the role of peacemaker and advisor. However, the divine chaos wrought by the prophecy forces him to question how much he can protect others from the encroaching disaster. Demeter’s loss of influence over the harvest in the world will affect Trey’s ability to care for others, and he may feel powerless to prevent the unraveling of the world around him.

Tension with Yuu: Trey is highly protective of Yuu, as they are a triggering force that may push Riddle over the teetering edge, but struggles with a deep sense of helplessness. Yuu is an uninvolved party to the gods’ warfare, and Trey’s connection to Demeter places them in a Persephone-esque position. Yuu’s inevitable involvement in the prophecy raises the question of whether even his powers to nurture can stop what’s coming. Yuu becomes a mirror for Trey to understand that change is inevitable, and that sometimes, allowing things to grow in a different form is necessary for survival.

Resolution: Trey will come to accept that nurturing isn’t always about protecting people from harm, but rather about guiding them through transitions and supporting them as they face their own challenges. Yuu's growth into their role will help Trey understand that not all things are meant to stay the same forever.

Cater Diamond – Son of Eros (God of Love)

Reasoning: Cater Diamond is a fun-loving, social, and self-aware character with a deep connection to social media and capturing the moment. His energetic, attention-grabbing personality aligns well with Eros, the god of love and desire, who often brings people together in unexpected ways. Eros also represents a playful, seductive force, much like Cater’s ability to charm and captivate those around him, while his social media savvy connects to Eros' symbolic role in the pursuit of connection and attraction.

Connection: The playful, charismatic, and communicative nature of both Cater and Eros makes them a fitting pair.

Conflict: Cater Diamond’s connection to Eros, the god of love and desire, makes him a natural at influencing relationships and connecting people. His charming, flirtatious demeanor is a reflection of Eros’ ability to manipulate and inspire love in others. However, the prophecy forces Cater to confront the darker side of love—the obsessive, destructive, and manipulative nature that Eros’ power can also wield. As the gods’ power wanes, Cater begins to question whether his relationships with others are genuine, or if they’re merely the result of his ability to manipulate emotions.

Tension with Yuu: At first, Cater views Yuu as a puzzle to solve, someone who doesn’t seem easily swayed by charm or emotional manipulation. Yuu’s sincerity and ability to build genuine relationships challenge Cater to rethink his approach to love. As the prophecy nears its fulfillment, Yuu will show Cater that love can’t be controlled—it must be earned, nurtured, and given freely.

Resolution: Cater learns to let go of his need for attention and approval, realizing that true love is built on honesty, trust, and vulnerability, not manipulation. Yuu’s example shows him the power of real connection.

Ace Trappola – Son of Hermes (God of Trickery, Travel, and Communication)

Reasoning: Hermes, the god of trickery, travel, and communication, is known for his mischievous and playful personality. Ace, with his witty, rebellious nature and tendency to bend the rules, fits perfectly with Hermes' persona. Ace’s love for teasing others, his knack for getting out of tricky situations, and his ability to charm those around him makes him a natural fit for the god who’s always up to something playful and clever. His impulsive behavior also echoes Hermes’ swift, often unpredictable actions.

Connection: Ace’s wit, humor, and trickster nature align closely with the god of mischief and communication, Hermes.

Conflict: Ace Trappola is the embodiment of Hermes, the god of trickery, communication, and mischief. Ace’s constant need for attention, his love of pranks, and his manipulative nature align with Hermes’ playful and unpredictable qualities. However, as the gods lose their influence over the mortal world, Ace becomes aware that his tricks and quick wit may not be enough to navigate the complexities of the prophecy and the divine conflict. He must confront his own immaturity and selfishness, realizing that his usual tricks can’t solve the problems at hand.

Tension with Yuu: Ace sees Yuu as a challenge—someone who isn’t easily fooled or controlled. Yuu's ability to act with intention and thoughtfulness challenges Ace's impulsive nature. Yuu’s steadiness and willingness to make the hard decisions will force Ace to realize that his cleverness doesn’t always get him what he wants. He must learn that sometimes, real communication is about honesty, not manipulation.

Resolution: Ace will eventually come to appreciate the value of genuine connection and purposeful action. Yuu will help him see that trickery can’t always be the solution—it’s the truth and action that hold power.

Deuce Spade – Youngest Son of Hephaestus (God of Craftsmanship and Fire)

Reasoning: Hephaestus, the god of craftsmanship, fire, and hard work, is known for his dedication and loyalty. Deuce Spade shares many of these traits with his strong sense of duty, determination, and earnestness. Deuce is not a naturally gifted student, but through effort and perseverance, he works hard to overcome his challenges. Much like Hephaestus, who labored tirelessly to create his masterpieces, Deuce is a character defined by his commitment to improvement and his willingness to push through struggles.

Connection: The hardworking, earnest, and somewhat awkward nature of Deuce mirrors Hephaestus' perseverance and determination in the face of adversity.

Conflict: Deuce Spade is a reflection of Hephaestus, the god of craftsmanship, fire, and hard work. Deuce is driven by an earnest desire to prove himself through his effort and dedication. He is a diligent student who values hard work over innate talent. However, the prophecy forces Deuce to question his own worth. The struggle for divine recognition, along with the looming sense that all their hard work might be in vain, challenges Deuce to confront his belief in the value of toil. Can hard work truly protect the world from the prophecy’s wrath, or will they need something more than mere craftsmanship?

Tension with Yuu: Deuce’s strong work ethic and determination to be the best often put him in direct opposition to Yuu, who may not have the same motivations or views on hard work. He sees them as a possible connection to better understand human-kind and learn socially acceptable mannerisms. Yet their nonchalant outlook on the school’s way of teaching demigods has him question the ‘right path’ – which Deuce finally thought he found. Yuu might remind him that effort alone is not always enough to overcome challenges—sometimes, one must rely on intuition, teamwork, or emotional resilience to succeed.

Resolution: Deuce learns that true strength doesn’t just come from hard work, but from the ability to adapt, trust others, and remain flexible. Yuu teaches him that it’s okay to rely on others and embrace different strategies to solve problems. That there is a balance between good and bad – perfection and rebellion.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland x reader #greek mythos #TWST Mythos AU #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #deuce spade #ace trappola #this took so long to put together omg #it was all sticky notes and chicken scratch for so long #all the dorm posts are going to be very general w dynamics and stuff #illl save the main plot and yuu's purpose w grim and all that for ramshackle edition #colawrites

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snnowwpheenix · 24 days ago

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Sukuna Ryomen: First Date

Dating Ryomen Sukuna was… not something anyone in their right mind would recommend. And yet, somehow, here you were—on a date with the King of Curses.

You weren’t sure what you expected. Flames? Carnage? Screaming villagers?

What you got was a shrine.

A massive, elegant shrine hidden in a cursed realm—but pristine, hand-carved, surrounded by floating sakura petals and still water that reflected the moon like glass. The air was cool, eerily silent, except for the occasional hum of something ancient in the distance.

He sat on his throne, twin arms resting lazily on the sides, his second face quiet for once. His eyes followed your every move like a predator—but there was no hunger in them tonight. Just... interest.

“You came,” he said, lips curling into a smirk. “Brave. Or stupid. Maybe both.”

“Or maybe curious,” you said, standing your ground.

That made him laugh—low and rumbling. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I thought you liked games.”

He stood and stepped toward you. You expected menace. Instead, you got him offering his hand.

You hesitated.

He raised an eyebrow. “You trust me enough to enter my domain but not enough to dance?”

“Who said anything about dancing?”

“Who said we’re not?”

With a flick of his wrist, music—ancient and haunting—began to echo through the air, summoned from some forgotten world. He didn’t force you. He waited. And when you finally placed your hand in his, his touch was shockingly warm. His second set of arms vanished—polite, in a way that made your chest tighten.

Sukuna didn’t speak much as you danced slowly across the temple steps. The world around you rippled with cursed energy, but he kept it at bay, like shielding you from his own nature.

“You’re not scared,” he said finally.

“I should be,” you admitted.

“Then why aren’t you?”

You looked up at him. “Because for some reason… I think you want me to stay.”

His expression flickered—something unreadable behind the usual smugness. “Hn. You’re dangerous.”

“So are you.”

The music faded. He leaned in close, lips barely brushing your ear. “Come back next time, and I’ll show you the stars cursed spirits whisper about.”

And then, in a blink, you were back in your room. Safe. Untouched. But your heart still raced like you’d survived a storm.

#sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna smut #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #true form sukuna #jjk gojo #jjk fanart #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen

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rhiannonsknife · 3 months ago

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thoughts on nymph!lottie/nymph!yellowjackets?

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── NYMPH!LOTTIE MATTHEWS & HUNTER!READER

— summary: nymph!lottie x hunter!reader hcs.

— warnings: implied dark content - cannibalism & ‘spells’. blood/mild gore. fem!reader. nsfw content. mdni.

❦ nymph!lottie who has been watching you long before you ever saw her.

you think of yourself as the hunter, yet you have been the hunted for far longer than you realize: long before your eyes ever caught the carved symbols in her trees, before your feet wandered too deep into the forest’s grasp, she had already seen you: lottie has watched you move through her woods, a mortal with hands steady on the hilt of your blade, with eyes more attentive than she’s ever seen. she watchedyou track the movements of deer and felt the tension in your muscles as you pulled back your bowstring on your hunts. the others, the men who come to her forest, do not leave. not as men, anyway. she turns them into stags, forces them to run, to feel the snap of their own hounds’ jaws at their heels. it’s only fair. it’s what the wilderness wants.

you are different, though, and lottie finds herself lingering in the shadows of the trees a little longer whenever you pass by.

❦ nymph!lottie who carves symbols into the trees just for you.

those who stumble too far into her domain and find her by accident are rarely granted a way back, however, for you specifically, she makes an exception. instead of hiding from you, lottie lures you to her pond with a subtle symbol carved into the bark with a fingernail. not a map, that would be too easy; it is a challenge, for the nymph’s entertainment. a hunter like you should recognize a trail when you see one.

as lottie expected, you do.

the first time you notice, it is etched into an old oak, half hidden under thick ivy: a triangle, with a circle resting atop its peak, a curved hook at its base, and a single line piercing through its heart. you run your fingers over the grooves, feeling the precision of the mark. you can tell it is not the work of a knife, but something thinner and sharper. inhuman. still, you follow.

❦ nymph!lottie who lets you find her pond.

the path extends longer than it should: the deeper you wander, the stranger the surrounding forest becomes. trees that seemed familiar shift into odd shapes, their branches reaching as if to keep you from turning back, and the sunlight darkens despite the absence of clouds. even time feels unsteady here: what was once an hour of walking could be moments or an eternity. just as doubt creeps in, the trees before you part for a clearing. rays of light filter through the canopy above, reflecting in colorful shimmers against the glasslike surface of the pond that sits at its center. and her.

the nymph stands in the shallows, bare and ethereal, water lapping at the curve of her waist. droplets cling to lottie’s bare skin like jewels, her hair slick against her shoulders, darkened by the water. she is more creature than woman, something not meant to be witnessed by mortals, and yet, you cannot look away as she emerges. suddenly, you understand why men have died for less.

❦ nymph!lottie who catches you watching her.

even though you don’t mean to stare, you simply cannot help yourself. she is unlike anything you have ever seen, an impossible thing, beautiful and terrifying all at once. the stories warn of this, of men who wander too far & look upon things they were never meant to see. those men, you heard, were turned into prey, torn apart by their own beasts. your hounds are close, hiding away beyond the trees. they do not move, waiting for a signal you will not give.

lottie stands in the pond still, unmoving, water reaching just below her thighs, where nothing except for soft skin and coarse hair covers her. despite her nudity, she doesn’t shy from your gaze or tries to conceal herself as any mortal woman might. why would she? this is her forest, her water.

“i was wondering when you would find me,” lottie murmurs without turning to fully face you.

❦ nymph!lottie who moves with the breeze, who might look like a woman, but isn’t your kind.

one moment, she is across the pond, the next, she is beside you. you never see her move. there is no splash, no sound of footfalls against the damp earth. there’s only the shiver that runs through you, as if your body understands something your mind has not yet grasped. bare feet sink into the mossy ground to your left and you feel the warmth of the nymph’s presence before you dare to look.

“curious thing,” she purrs. you’re not even sure you see her lips move. her voice is a noise like the wind in the surrounding trees. it does not sound spoken so much as carried. “do you always spy on creatures you do not understand?”

❦ nymph!lottie who decides to keep you.

you are not prey. what use you’ll be, she’s not sure yet. a guest? perhaps a pet? lottie only knows that you are not meant to leave. not now, maybe not ever. there’s a reason why the forest has brought her such a precious, strong-minded human.

when you open your mouth to utter an apology she tilts her head, unimpressed (and still unfazed by her own nakedness). “look at me,” lottie commands, amused. you obey, though your face burns and everything within you screams at you to avert your gaze.

“you are not the first to find me,” she says, stepping forward. “although you are the first who has not run,” her touch is featherlight as her nails graze the pulse point beneath your jaw from behind. “you are not afraid, are you?”

❦ nymph!lottie who lets you live, only because she knows you will return.

without warning, she closes the space between you, her fingers curling at the nape of your neck as she presses her mouth to yours. this kiss is not meant to be sweet or gentle. it is consuming, hardly even a kiss to begin with, more a claim.

lottie tastes like fresh spring water, cool and crisp, but beneath her superficial tenderness, there’s something else, something sharp. a hint of fangs, perhaps, grazing your lip just before her tongue slips past, parting your lips.

for as long as her lips are on yours, you are no longer yourself. your mind bends beneath the nymph’s touch, your thoughts unraveling, each flickering behind your eyelids. lottie is shifting through you, turning your memories over in her hands, peeling back the layers of you as though she has all the time in the world. she sees your longing, your wants & your fears. she drinks in the way your body aches for her, even as you tremble in place.

then, just as quickly, lottie pulls back, a soft giggle escaping her. “go,” she says, stepping back into the water, her arms spreading as she sinks into its depths. “you will return. i’ve seen it”

❦ nymph!lottie who is right, because you do come back to her.

at first, you try to resist. you tell yourself it was a trick of the mind, a fever dream conjured by exhaustion. you even try to convince yourself you imagined the way she kissed you, the way it hollowed something out within you and left something else in its place.

and yet, you are not the same. there is a pull now, a string wrapped around your torso that tightens with each passing day away from lottie.

you dream of golden eyes watching you through the trees and water licking at bare skin. of lips that take without asking, hands that claim without shame. you wake breathless, aching and soaked, fingers clutching empty sheets for something that is not there.

it is not a choice when you return to the forests, surrendering to the urges she’s planted in you. you follow the path without thinking. your feet know the way better than your mind does, as though you were always meant to walk it, even in your feverish trance. when you arrive, your nymph is waiting, lounging on a sandbank not far from the shore. “i was beginning to wonder when you’d stop fighting it” lottie hums, stretching lazily.

❦ nymph!lottie who knows you’ll come back time and time again.

she does not hold you captive, not in the way mortals might expect. there are no shackles or chains, no desperate pleas to keep you in the forest. lottie doesn’t need them: she smiles whenever you say you must go, watching from the water’s edge as you step back, hoping she’ll tell you to stay. she never does. “you’ll be back,” lottie only says, dragging her fingers across the surface as if already growing bored of your leaving. “you always are”

and it’s true: you constantly end up wandering off to her pond. you even sneak away at night to find her sprawled in the moss, drenched in moonlight, or wading through the shallows, unbothered by time or the chill in the air. sometimes, she watches you amused by your devotion, others, she barely acknowledges you at all, humming softly to herself as if you were always here, beside her and not an intruder.

❦ nymph!lottie who blesses your land and hunts in your abscence.

you don‘t notice at first. not until the third, fourth, fifth time your arrow finds its mark too easily and your traps are always full, like the forest’s animals walk willingly into their fate. there is no logical reason for it, no shift in the seasons or stroke of luck that could explain why everything in your life has suddenly bent in your favor. only your nymph could be responsible for it.

“did you think i would let you starve?” lottie murmurs, lying in the dying light one evening, taking in the last rays of sunlight before it sets. when you don’t immediately respond she sighs as if you are slow to understand, and pulls her arms overhead. “you are mine now,” she explains, her gaze flickering to you. “i take care of what is mine”

nymph!lottie who keeps her own darkness at bay.

it is easy to forget what she is when her bare skin warms against your own every time you lie together. when she braids flowers into your hair and climbs into your lap, straddling you, hands entwining with yours as if to say, see? i am just a girl too. how are you meant to be scared when, around lottie, you feel the bravest you’ve ever been? what are some old tales compared to this? the whispered warnings of nymphs and their hunger, of men who disappeared into the woods never to return? what are they to the feeling of her mouth against your shoulder, to the way she laughs when you try to pull away, when she tightens her grip just to remind you that you will not?

you tell yourself it is only a feeling and that the tightness in your chest is not fear but simply longing. you tell yourself you imagined the other thing, too.

that one day, deep in the woods, you did not stumble upon her crouched over something raw and bloody, the wet sounds of her teeth tearing into flesh filling the air. that you did not see the thing in her hands, still slick, still pulsing weakly between her fingers as she raised it to her mouth. that you did not see her lips part in delight when she caught you watching, her chin dripping red.

you tell yourself you did not feel, for just a moment, like prey. because what is that memory compared to the nymph’s love and to being hers?

— nsfw content below. mdni.

❦ nymph!lottie who lets you bathe with her

it is a slow seduction: each time you come to her, she allows a little more. first, you only sit at the edge, watching as she moves through the water. then, one day, lottie beckons you closer. “come,” she urges. “you stink of the mortal world. let me fix that”

you hesitate and lottie’s head tilts. “shy?”

“no,” you shake your head quickly but still don’t move to undress. lottie meets you at the water’s edge, fingers curling around the hem of your tunic. she lifts it quickly, pulling the fabric up and over your head to bare you to the humid air, then trails her fingers down your sternum, along your ribs. “so many layers,” lottie whispers, her long nails scraping as they go. “why do mortals cover themselves so?”

“we are not made as you are”

“no,” she agrees, watching the way goosebumps rise under her touch. “but you are beautiful”

lottie takes her time with you.

her hands wander lower, tracing reverent paths over the curve of your hip, the dip of your waist. you remain still, caught between the instinct to step away and the desire to let her have what she wishes. lottie’s breath is warm when she leans in, pressing a single, chaste kiss to the center of your chest, just between your breasts. it lingers there, like an offering placed at the feet of an altar.

then, she sinks to her knees. it is worship in its purest form, a kind not even your gods could compare to. her palms press against your thighs, her thumbs sweeping slow circles over your skin as she tilts her head back to look at you. her mortal. the one standing before her, stripped down to nothing but delicate fabric.

lottie hums before her teeth catch the waistband of your undergarments, fangs brushing against your skin to tug. you jolt at the sensation, a gasp slipping free, yet her hands remain against your hips, holding you while she peels the last scrap of cloth away with her mouth.

once all of your skin is fully bared, her fingers slide up, ghosting over newly exposed flesh. you know lottie does not touch like humans do; she is a creature of sensation, and she learns you with all of them. her nose presses to the juncture of your hip, inhaling your scent deeply. her lips, slightly parted, do not kiss, only ghost over your navel, tasting the salt of your skin, and her nails scratch at the base of your spine before smoothing over the muscle of your stomach, feeling its rise and fall beneath her palms.

“you were not meant to be covered,” lottie decides, trailing over the curve of your ribs like she’s counting them. “not here. not with me. now come, the water is warm”

❦ nymph!lottie who lures you into the water to wash you clean.

you are convinced she does it on purpose, tugging you deeper into the pond as if you belong there with her and she means to keep you submerged beneath the surface until you forget what air feels like.

lottie carefully presses against your shoulders, guiding you into the pond. the water is warmer than you expected, embracing you fully when you finally sink into its comfort, and the nymph is right behind you, one immortal hand sliding down your spine, along the outline of your body. “strange,” she muses. “for something so fragile, you are quite strong”

lottie roams without hesitation like she always has: free and thoughtless.

you remember, suddenly, the first time you had seen that freedom when lottie stretched out in the grass, one hand between her thighs, head tipped back while she chased a wild release. she hadn’t sent you away, uncaring if you watched. more memories like that one rise from your mind and her wandering hands: her body bared to you, lottie straddling you thoughtlessly, and of the nymph against the slick stone near the falls where you’d found her once, her back arching as she rubbed against it, her moans blending with the wind. lottie never asked you to look, nor did she ever ask you to turn away. she simply existed as she was, unbound by the modesties of mortals.

so when she cups your breasts in her palms, feeling their weight as if your body is just another wonder for her to discover, you should not be surprised. after all, it is not a lover’s touch, it is a nymph’s, who has only ever lived by those instinct.

your breath stutters when she rolls your nipples between her fingers, but your body does not resist. lottie chuckles, pleased. she brushes her thumbs over you, then drags her hands lower.

for all her power, there is something almost childishly human in her curiosity. “it must be exhausting,” she whispers as she touches you “knowing you will not last”

❦ nymph!lottie who keeps you in the water to fuck you.

you’re not sure whether or not she understands what she’s doing, at least, not in the way humans do, but she seems aware enough of her own body and pleasure. you have seen her stretch underneath the sun and move against the earth with a sigh, her fingers unhurried. she coaxes you deeper, step by step, until the water cradles you both and you no longer feel the sharp rocks under your bare feet. lottie is weightless here, so in her element that she becomes an extension of the pond itself, her limbs moving like the current.

her mouth presses against your collarbone, then lower, where her tongue traces over the swell of your breast, curling over its peak. a sharp nip of your nipple makes your breath hitch, and lottie giggles against your skin, delighted by the way your body trembles.

her hands wander again. explore. they have always known you, trailing your spine, ribs, and the strength in your arms and legs. now, they drift lower, between your thighs, where her fingers press and part you. you moan when you feel lottie there, her index and middle finger spreading your cunt open.

weightless in her grasp, she easily lifts you up. held there, above her, you are open to lottie, who strokes between your slick folds and gathers your arousal. when she finally guides you onto her fingers, there is barely any pressure at all, your body gladly accommodating the stretch of her. lottie watches, fascinated by every shift in your expression.

she moves you as she pleases, until your bodies find a rhythm that turns you into a gasping mess, grabbing her shoulder and holding on for dear life each time you’re lifted, then sink back onto two? three? of lottie’s fingers. they are timed perfectly, understanding your body better than you ever did yourself, finding your g-spot each stroke & curl whilst her thumb circles your clit simultaneously.

the stars above blur and you are left with nothing but her, her breath, her hands, her gaze drinking you in.

when you fall apart in her arms, she does not let you go. lottie encourages you, presses when your body thinks it is too much, pulls back when it craves more until you’re uselessly rutting against her palm. “let the forest hear how you appreciate this,” she says then. “come on,”

❦ nymph!lottie whose clearing becomes your sanctuary.

after your first time, it is as if something has been unleashed within the nymph. a hunger, if you will, that is for once not for your flesh. lottie will claim, each time, that it is what the wilderness wants (it wouldn’t even take much convincing for her to have you either way). that, to please nature, it is what must be done. everywhere. all over the earth that she calls her own.

“the wilderness demands an offering,” lottie says, crawling down your body. “blood must be spilled…but i suppose other mortal fluids will do too.” and then she takes you from above, watching your face contort in pleasure in time with her sinking into your cunt until your releases flow from you and your limbs go slack, satisfied.

when lottie fucks you, when your bodies join in the quiet of the woods, it is not just the physical. it is the meeting of the mortal and the immortal, your human and her wild. it is not just a possession but a blending, an offering, as she calls it.

there are countless of these encounters: some in the pond, some with you lying at the water's edge, feeling the gentle waves lick up your calves as lottie’s tongue laps through you, drinking you in. some standing up against the rocks, one leg lifted around lottie’s waist so she can fuck you deeper, others bent over, with the nymph either burying her fingers into you from behind or putting her mouth on you like this, tongue reaching farther than any mortal could.

#˙💌 ̟ !! ─ my works #˙🔞 ̟ !! mdni #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews x female reader #lottie matthews x you #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x female reader #yellowjackets x you #🪷 anon

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emacrow · 11 months ago

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Commander Johnson, I-I think I found what or who been stealing our extra spare material supplies

Astronaut Jennifer said in the com as she stared, standing stiff as a board if it weren't for the gravity of Mars making it difficult.

What she was staring at couldn't be human but yet so close and eldritchic- alien like as the inner part of her mind was screaming danger danger, That Is Not A Human Being, Run RUN RUN,HIDENOWHIDENOWNOWNOW

It's look like a adult, a very slim and very tall adult if it weren't for the fact that his skin was tanned with a bit of splash of starlights all over, wearing a suit made of galaxies covered in red Mars rocks, his hair was white, whiter then the clouds on earth, ears pointy and curled a bit as if it wa to shield or reflect to what its was hearing(but they has moved back in a aggressive manner thar remind her of snuffles when threaten) and eyes glows so ominously Neon Green with black instead of white surrounding the iris, splatter of star like freckles that looks like he almost has two pupils mixing into a slits like in each of them.

Teeths razor sharp and thick, as the thing looks like it was growling at her with his body arch over, hands with extra digits of long blacken claws like nails dig into the dirt, hiding all the stuff that the alien had stolen along with a lil head of another mar baby, it weren't for the fact there was no sounds in space, she would've been screaming float running back to her headquarters base.

She was only patrolling the part of the base where they were trying to grow plants in one of the green houses they painstaking made on Mar, but then she saw the glow of unnatural green slipping out of the sealed tight glass.

Curiosity took the best of her as she put on her suit and went to check at that spot is where she find what seem to be a native Mar creature and its baby hoarding all the missing stuffs that they had lost in the base, along with the missing robot, opportunity as the top of it's hoard pile in a makeshift hole(it's a Nest and she has enter this creatures domains) near a small pool full of of oddly frozen water that glowed luminous.

It was a stand off between her and the creature not moving an inch until Jennifer's coms responded back as she flinched, her heart dropping snd face paling dramatically when the creature's ear flick a bit as it heard the static electric device.

"J-J-J-Jennifer, do you copy? I repeat, Do you copy?!?" Commander Johnson spoke a bit frantic.

Unawared of the danger he had put Jennifer in when she flinched, the creature lunged, Jennifer scrambling to turn around and hop/run back into the safety of the base as fast as she could.

Like inspiration for @tinycoded360

#danny phantom #the martian #dp prompt #danny left earth after the nasty explode #he went to mars #and never left #Feral danny #space core danny #gremlin danny #he saw opportunity the space rover and went decide to save it and kept it safe #2037 NASA finds out opportunity is alive again and asked the astronaut coloning on it to find opportunity when they can #all they see in opportunity camera is a glitch mess but opportunity still does it's duty of sending materials to earth #ellie came along with because she wasn't going to let danny exile himself without a exile buddy and got caught up in exploring mars #that she became feral and smaller with Danny as her protector-(papa) who feed her ecto even if the portals on mars are rare and random #to get more nature ecto beside the small frozen water full of it on mars but that for emergencies #de aged ellie #I'll updated more sooner or later

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moonstruckdraws · 4 months ago

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Hera!

So many heroes, so many taaaales!

ver. 2

ver. 1

Wow, actually made this in... I'll just say within a day. For my sanity.

I went heavy on details, so much so that I fear redrawing her. And even more so that I want to redesign Ares a bit, Amphitrite, and fricking Aphrodite for the fourth time. But until I run into regret, I'm extremely satisfied with Hera. Or at the very least, satisfied enough with it that if I do make any changes, it'll be slight adjustments. Annnnnd now to ramble:

I ain't got much for her lol. Usually, if I know the myths of a god, I'll add extra things to them; however, in my list of gods I want to make designs for, I only look for their domains and sacred animals & plants. This is because I might not be interested or currently invested in them, and their designs aren't really for personality showing, so when the time comes to include Hera in other drawings, that's usually when I dive into their personal myths. Anyway

I did base her off of peahens instead of peacocks (I was two months old when I learned the actual species is peafowl and all of them aren't just male & female peacocks) because peahens are pretty too. And they do have similar colors, just not across their entire bodies that are usually white or brown feathers. That's what her dress is supposed to imply: white feathers leading into blue-green ones. For the feathers on her head, I included a brown one too for brown feathers. The only thing still peacock related are the dark spots that look like eyes.. I could've removed them so she's more like a peahen but... it's fine lol. Intimidation factor. I honestly don't know why her feathers have eyes, probably inspired by mutual's own Hera design and others. I don't know if there is any actual significance to the idea, other than the fact that the actual feathers kinda look like eyes. The feathers on her head are also because peafowl all have em. Again, like Ares's vulture head (and despite being literal feathers), whether or not they are individual semi-beings or just straight up eyes is unknown to me and entirely up to Hera lol. Her earrings are not feathers with eyes btw. They're psuedo ones to make her more intimidating when angry.

Her corset (which I did not mean to make look like gold, but it's too late now. Imma just say it's really reflective or something idk-) design if of a lotus. I learned she had a lotus staff, which I think is pretty cool, so she has it on her design because I didn't want it blank. She's also decked out in jewelry that will absolutely not get forgotten by me; she's gotta treat herself to some nice things.

And my last and favorite thing I gave her isn't even on the ref lol. But her heels are going to be in the shape of a pillar, because I think it'd be cool.

#greek mythology #hera #i think she turned out beautiful..#i was on a roll of drawing yesterday #tbf i didnt finish this until three in the morning- but still #alright.....hephaestus is next.. eventually-#unless i have another poseidon moment and go off the rails #march 2025 #greek god designs

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opalblade · 3 months ago

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04 APRIL 25.

𓂀 THE ASTROLOGY OF BLACK PEOPLE II .

< previous

i mentioned in my first post on this subject that, contrary to popular belief, black people are not ruled by saturn but instead by the sun.

i also said that there was an argument to be made for black people actually being ruled over by jupiter. that's what this post is going to explore.

🌌 JUPITER AND THE BLACK DIASPORA .

jupiter rules over expansion, abundance, religion and spirituality. these themes relate closely to the black diaspora.

expansion: we are spread widely across the world with the majority of us tracing our ancestry to sub-saharan africa and all across the americas.

abundance: sub-saharan africa is widely noted for its abundance in resources. so much so, that people are being exploited for it currently. here's a carrd i found with information on some of these issues. the carrd is easily accessible and hopefully you can educate yourselves on the suffering. i also implore everyone to research the crisis in haiti 🙏🏾.

religion and spirituality: i already touched on this in my previous post on the astrology of black people. you can find a link to that post at the top of this one (labelled "previous").

🌌 JUPITER'S HOUSE RULERSHIP .

9TH HOUSE: this is one of the houses that jupiter rules over. some of its domains are religion, higher education and travel. this was also explored in the first post as the sun rejoices in the 9th house as well.

12TH HOUSE: the twelfth house is another one of the houses that jupiter rules over. some of its domains are imprisonment, loss, self-sacrifice and foreign lands. slavery is the most obvious form of imprisonment here, but black people in several countries are overrepresented in prisons. the loss of life, resources and culture faced during colonisation and slavery is also very 12h coded. many people sacrificed themselves and their livelihoods to gain independence from european rule and from slavery. not to mention, the fact that black people were shipped off to "the new world" reflects the foreign lands aspect of the 12h very well. there's lots more to be said here honestly. the nature of black traditional religions, the way people behave and interact within several black cultures and the generational curses passed down are all very 12h coded. this could honestly be its own post.

11TH HOUSE: this is the house that jupiter rejoices in. the 11h rules over community, dreams and aspirations and humanitarianism. i'll focus on the obvious.... community and humanitarianism. the black lives matter protests in 2020 caught fire like no other and took over the world, taking place in numerous countries. the american civil rights movement influenced several different movements around the world and inspired other groups to protest for their civil rights as well. haiti was not only the first independent black-led country ever, but also the first country to abolish slavery. the aim of pan-africanism, also explored in my first post, was to create a unified black community.

🌌 JUPITER'S EXALTATION AND FALL .

exaltation in cancer + fall in capricorn

now... we all know black women run all black communities 🙂‍↕️. our impact is undeniable - we keep cultures running, develop cultures and many african cultures are matrilineal and even matriarchal. many of our cultures place high importance on water and some of our most important deities are water deities – oshun, mami wata etc. africa is also known as the motherland of all humanity, specifically for people of recent african descent.

jupiter's fall in capricorn speaks to many obvious issues that arise in the black community, especially in our african countries. there is toxic patriarchy that has unfortunately penetrated almost all black communities. the abuse of power on a interpersonal level and also on a state level with our fraudulent politicians. this leads to poor infrastructure in our countries and a lack of development.

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#✧ / opalblade originals .#✧ / opalblade on jupiter .#vedic astrology #astro notes #astro observations #astroblr #astrology #vedic astro notes #vedic astro observations #✧ / opalblade miscellaneous .#tropical astrology #western astrology

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mienkatricefield · 4 months ago

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"A Love Born in Decay"

In the vast and ancient universe of the 41st Millennium, where the stars burned with malice and war raged without end, there were beings beyond mortal comprehension. One, clad in golden light and surrounded by a legion of a million warriors, was known as the Emperor of Mankind. His will was indomitable, and his strength unmatched. He was humanity’s guiding light, fighting ceaselessly to protect it from the endless horrors of the galaxy.

The other was a creature of rot and pestilence, a god of entropy and decay. Nurgle, the Plaguefather, whose foul realm teemed with disease and despair, was the embodiment of life’s inevitable decline into death. Yet within that festering domain, there was a twisted sense of warmth an unconditional love for all that withered and crumbled.

They were enemies. One sought the perpetual rise of humanity through reason and might, while the other delighted in the rot of civilizations. But fate, twisted as it was, had a sense of humor that even the gods did not foresee.

It began with a whisper in the Warp, a subtle brush of presence that neither could ignore. For millennia, they had battled indirectly Nurgle's plagues would ravage human worlds, only for the Emperor's forces to bring restoration. Yet in the immaterial tides of the Warp, something changed. Perhaps it was the sheer exhaustion of eons of conflict, or maybe the madness inherent in the warp itself, but something… connected them.

The Emperor sat atop the Golden Throne, his mind stretched across the Imperium of Man, as usual. His thoughts, always busy with the grand plans of galactic conquest and survival, were distracted by a scent. It was faint at first, like the whiff of old parchment or a distant, lingering sickness. At first, he dismissed it, attributing it to some minor interference in the Warp.

But the scent grew stronger. It wasn’t unpleasant, though he knew it should be. It reminded him of something ancient, a primordial cycle of death and rebirth an inevitability he’d spent his entire existence trying to delay. Against his will, his thoughts drifted toward the origin of this scent: Nurgle.

The Plaguefather noticed the Emperor’s awareness of him. He was amused at first. He, the embodiment of decay, had no business with the shining Emperor. His realm, filled with pestilence and decay, was anathema to the Emperor’s vision of a clean, ordered universe. But in the endless void of Chaos, Nurgle found himself intrigued. The Emperor, unlike his other enemies, was not a god of pure emotion. His power was based on control, logic, and will.

Yet even the Emperor could not deny decay forever.

Nurgle found himself reaching out, not to taunt or destroy, but to… share. His gardens, filled with rotting life and fetid beauty, were eternal. Every bloom that decayed made room for new life. He wondered if the Emperor could ever understand the beauty in that inevitability.

As days turned into years, and then centuries in the Warp's timeless domain, their unspoken connection grew. The Emperor, though trapped on his throne, would find moments of reflection, where his mind touched Nurgle’s realm. At first, he recoiled, but over time, he could not deny the strange allure. Where he saw death, Nurgle saw the potential for new life, a cycle that, once begun, could never truly be stopped.

In time, they began to speak not in words, for such things were beneath them, but in ideas and sensations. Nurgle would show him a world dying from one of his plagues, its people succumbing to disease. But instead of despair, they found themselves laughing and rejoicing in their final moments. It disturbed the Emperor, but he could not help but feel a twisted compassion in their suffering.

The Emperor, in turn, would show Nurgle the worlds he had saved, where his warriors had driven back the forces of Chaos, restored order, and allowed life to thrive. Nurgle, however, saw only the temporary victory. No matter how much the Emperor fought, all things would eventually fall to entropy. The Imperium would rot, just as every empire had before it.

And yet, in those moments, they began to understand each other. The Emperor, for all his resistance, could not stop the tides of decay. And Nurgle, for all his love of death, could not help but admire the Emperor’s unyielding will to preserve life.

It was an impossible love, born out of opposition. But in the Warp, where time and reality bent like reeds in a storm, such things were not impossible.

In the darkness of his throne room, the Emperor’s mind drifted more often to Nurgle’s gardens. He no longer felt revulsion at the sight of bloated creatures waddling through pools of muck. Instead, he saw the vibrancy in it, the twisted form of life itself. It disgusted him, and yet… he was drawn to it.

And in Nurgle’s realm, the Plaguefather found himself… caring. Where once he had delighted in the suffering of mortals, he began to view them as the Emperor did as precious, fragile beings. Not simply tools to spread his rot, but as lives worthy of some form of respect, even if they would one day fall to his embrace.

In those rare, fleeting moments when their minds touched across the void, there was an understanding. A love that transcended the physical, existing only in the immaterial realms of the Warp. It was a love defined not by affection, but by mutual respect each recognizing the role the other played in the grand cycle of existence.

And so, the Emperor of Mankind and Nurgle, the god of decay, continued their eternal dance. Though they would never meet in person, and though their followers would never understand, there was something between them. Something deeper than hate, more profound than war.

For in the endless darkness of the universe, even the brightest light must eventually flicker and fade, and even the foulest decay has the potential to nourish new life.

Together, in their opposing forces, they found balance a grotesque, beautiful balance that only they could ever truly understand.

#first post hahaha #we don't know how to use tumblr #romantic #short story #warhammer 40k #w40k #fan art #emperor of mankind #nurgle #fanfic

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iliketangerines · 6 months ago

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hungry

a/n: hey there @hungryhornet

pairing: titan havik x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pussy slapping, pussy eating, lots of biting, dacryphilia, a little overstimulation, biting kink

you have sprawled yourself all over the bed, stretching out your fingertips and your legs to reach the ends of the bed, and you sigh and let your body melt into the sheets

although you loved the chaos, hunting throughout the realities to retrieve warriors for entertainment, nothing quite compared to the softness of silk and comfort

especially when Lord Havik lay next to you, his arm wrapped tight around your middle and a displeased grunt rumbling from his chest whenever you move in his grip

“stay still, my heart, or i will make you.” his voice is gravelly, vibrating against your skin, and a small smile crosses over your face at the threat, the promise

you do not answer, instead only wriggling further in his grip and slipping out of his arms to jump off of the bed, letting the silk sheets slip from your bare figure so that the soft pink light reflects off of your marked skin

his white eyes trail over the many scars you have received from your conquests, the marks from him, bites that had sunk into your skin, the nails that had dug into your flesh

to him, you looked beautiful, a dangerous and gorgeous mess of anger and fight and spit and blood

if only you would come back into his arms so that he could worship you further, to paint further upon the canvas of your skin and for you to mark his flesh further with your own passion

“will you not come back to bed?” he finally props himself up on his elbows, gaze focusing on your chest, his bitemarks still so raw and fresh against you from last night

“come and make me.” and then he is left with only your laugh teasing the wind, the soft pitter patter of your feet against the rough stone of his domain, sprawling and endless and chaotic

Lord Havik laughs and rises from his bed, pushing himself after you and following the sound of your laughter throughout his domain

you step over the floating rocks, dancing in between them and dashing just right out of his grip, placing gentle kisses along his fingertips, his marred face, his shoulder whenever you pass by him, too quick for him to catch

he laughs whenever you do, chasing after another touch of your lips, another hint of your warmth, another taste of you

but, of course, as much as you were his weakness, he was yours, and as Lord Havik’s laugh reverberates in the air, you find yourself staring at him for a second too long, and his hand finds itself wrapped around your bicep

you slam into his chest, and his arms wrap tightly around your middle, a satisfied smile on his face as a raspy chuckle comes from his throat

your lips curve into a smile as you lift your legs up to wrap around his waist and your hands hold onto his broad shoulders

“oh, you’ve caught me! whatever will you do to me?” you tilt your head at him, watching as the background blends and melds back together into his bedroom

“a punishment and then a feast.” the whites of his eyes slightly squint as Havik smiles, and then he presses the flat of his teeth against yours, a sigh escaping from you as you kiss him

he then moves his face to nuzzle against yours, rubbing every part of his cheek against your smooth skin before moving his head down to bite your neck

it reminds you of a cat with the way Havik rubs himself against you, smothering you in his scent, a subtle reminder that you are his territory, that you are not to be approached by any other without his permission

a small laugh escapes you, and he lets out a noise, a mix between a grunt and a rumble, using his teeth to nip at your neck to bring your attention back to him

“what is so funny?” his eyes peer up at you, but you can see the playfulness in them

“that’s for me to know, and for you to find out.” you lower your head for another kiss from him, and he happily obliges you, sighing as your lips press up against his marred skin

for everything that you two are, violent, warmongering, chaos reincarnated, he appreciated the gentleness of your touch against him, your love for all of his torn flesh and mangled face

Havik lets out a pleased rumble as you continue to dote his face with light kisses, and you feel the soft sheets of silk touch your back once more as he lowers you to the bed

his head lowers from you, teeth once again nipping at your neck before his tongue laves over the mark, and you sigh, bring your fingers to tangle in his rough hair

he only hums at the feeling of your tugging, and his hands leave trails of molten heat as he lowers himself further and further down, his fingers brushing against your skin, briefly stopping to pinch at your nipples to draw a yelp out of you

his shoulders spread your legs apart, and he bites at the insides of your thighs, tongue soothing over the sharp indents as you let out small sounds

here, your flesh is still soft, hard muscle padded with fat, and it only makes you all the more reactive whenever he bites you, a greedy claim over you

sinking his teeth into you once more, Havik listens to your desperate whine, hands pulling at his hair roughly as your hips jerk up into the air

your pussy drools with arousal, soaking your folds and your thighs and the sheets, and Havik groans into the skin of your thigh as he watches your clit twitch, needy for some attention

but he prefers to tease you, to have you dissolve into a begging mess for him first, it was one of his greatest pleasures, to have a warrior such as yourself bend down to him with some coaxing

you squirm on the bed, trying to grind yourself into his face once more, and Havik grunts in displeasure, peering over the lines and curves of your body to look at your face

a slight sheen of sweat has covered your skin, and your lips are turned down as your fingers tug into his hair, “stop teasing me and just-!”

he doesn’t let you finish your sentence, his hand coming down to slap your pussy, fingers brushing up against your clit as a loud yelp escapes your lips

“i think i remember you teasing me first, hm?” his voice barely registers in your ears as you feel the finals stings of pain wash away into pleasure

“i think i promised you a punishment first.” he skims his fingers over the surface of your inner thighs and brings both of his hands up to push your thighs further apart from each other

“well, i suppose you did.” you grin down at the titan, watching how his eyes squint in amusement as his breath fans over your skin, and you bring your hands up to grab the pillow that your head rests on

you have a feeling that you’re going to need it

Havik sinks his teeth back into your thighs, feeling how the muscle twitches underneath him, and his fingers tease your folds, simply rubbing them up and down, pressure against your clit but not enough to truly give you any real semblance of pleasure

and then his hand raises up and slaps down harshly onto your cunt, and an involuntary whine falls from your lips as your nails dig into the pillow

the pain sings along with pleasure, and in the distance, you can hear Havik cooing at you, rubbing the sides of his face along your thigh and licking the red and raw bitemarks he’s left along your body

you close your eyes, trying to make your stuttering lungs take in another deep breath before he slaps your cunt again

his hand rubs along you, soothing the pain into nothing but a numbness, and you can feel the drool of your pussy staining your inner thighs and the sheets

it seems like more of an afterthought however as his hand comes back down, this time the harsh pads of his fingers directly landing on your overly sensitive clit

a loud punched-out sound comes from you, and you feel your cunt clench around nothing, desperation leaking from you as your back arches off the bed

his hands hold your thighs wide apart as you squirm on top of the silk sheets, mind whirling and spinning from the pleasure that shoots through you, burning down the edges of your nerves

when you finally calm down, the only movement being your heaving chest, Havik gently runs his fingers along your inner thighs, eyes fixated on how swollen and puffy your cunt has gotten

he licks his lips, nearly salivating at the sight of you just so desperate for him, your arousal now staining quite a large part of the sheets

maybe he can push one more slap onto your sensitive pussy before you teeter over the edge, or maybe he wants to draw this out to see how much you can take

Havik grunts, opting to sink his teeth into your inner thigh to distract himself from how delectable you look, your clit practically twitching for more attention, for just enough friction to make you cum

“Havik-please, i’m-i’m-” you cut yourself off with a whine as your pussy clenches around nothing, mind far too shattered and sealed back together with the need to cum to even beg properly

“yes, my heart, what is it?” Havik smiles at you, his pride preening when he hears a high-pitched cry sound from you as his fingers graze against your oversensitive clit

carefully, he brings his hand to lift up the hood of your clit, his own cock twitching at the sight of your needy bud out in the open, desperate for any sort of friction

“i want-i want to-fuck, just, please!” you squirm on the bed once more, hands gripping onto the pillows as Havik holds your thighs down firmly

he lets you work through your neediness, the twitching ache in your body, and he lets go only once you have settled down

a hum escapes from him as he hears the first sniffle escape from you, and he glances up to catch the sight of fat tears starting to roll down your face

always so bratty, so demanding of pleasure right away and quick to throw a tantrum when you wouldn’t get it immediately

of course, Havik muses to himself, listening to your cry of pleasure as he licks a flat stripe up your cunt and drags the rough texture of his tongue over your exposed clit, he was partly to blame for how needy you always were

he was also so quick to please you, never able to resist longer than a minute before wanting, needing to make you cum and taste you and feel you

his tongue laps at your clit with rough licks, his hands holding down your thighs as your hips jerk and hump up into the air, your voice filling the bedroom with the song of your pleasure

it’s not long before you cum from his tongue, your back arching off the bed and Havik’s name a prayer from your lips as your eyelids flutter shut

a sick part of Havik wants to ruin your orgasm, to see how you plead and whine and beg for him, but he can’t bring himself to

not when you taste so sweet, so you, on his tongue, and especially not when you sound so pretty calling out his name as if he was an elder god

finally, your shaking body slows down to a mild tremble, and Havik, mournfully, brings his head back away from your cunt, licking away the last remnants of your pleasure from the flats of his sharp teeth

his hands rub along the length of your inner thighs, letting you calm down a little longer, and to perhaps buy himself a little time himself because if he fucked you right now, he would cum in mere seconds

kneading along the fat of your thigh, he hums and simply stares at you, how beautiful you are, the curves of your skin, the scars littering your body from all the wars you have fought

you truly were so perfect for him

Havik stands up, hooking your knees over his shoulders and dragging you along to the edge of the bed, and he lets out a chuckle at the slight squeak you let out

there’s still a haze in your eyes from your orgasm, and he laughs and holds his hand out toward you

your hand immediately lets go of the pillow supporting your head, and you go to hold his hand as he starts to grind his cock against the folds of your pussy

he lets out a hiss of pleasure, squeezing your fingers as he feel his cock brush against your heat, the head catching along your clit and making you whimper as well

you blink down at the sight of his cock, feeling the drool pooling in your mouth at the sight of it flushed and heavy against you

once again you squirm on the sheets, grinding yourself against his cock in an effort to try and get him to fuck you, and Havik just smiles at how eager you are

“Ha-mmnfh, Havik, just, please?” your voice wobbles as he uses his free hand to grip onto his cock and slap it down onto your sensitive clit

your teary eyes look up to his white ones, red-rimmed and slightly puffy from crying earlier, and Havik groans at the sight of you begging so sweetly for him

he doesn’t give you a verbal answer, instead drawing his hips back enough to then slowly push his way into you, feeling how you stretch around him

there’s a slight sting of pain that sings through you at how his cock stretches you out, but it quickly gives way to pleasure, and you hold on tighter to his hand

when his hips are flush with yours, his free hand goes to splay across your pelvis, his thumb coming down to rub at your clit, and you clench around him, gasping at the feeling

Havik groans and pulls back, thrusting back in slowly, savoring the feeling of you clenching around him so desperately and listening to the wet desperate squelch of your pussy

his thumb rolls practiced circles on your clit, your arousal only slicking the slide, and you moan and whine at the feeling, panting into the air as you feel another orgasm quickly approaching

it’s like fire lighting your veins, and your thighs tremble as you grow ever closer and closer to the peak

he can feel how close you are in how you shake, the slight scrunch of your face, your hand tightening its grip onto his hand, and he swipes his thumb over your clit faster, needy to have you cum on his cock first before he reached his own peak

your mind goes blank as he quickens his pace, the wet slap of his pelvis against yours sounding throughout the room, and a groan leaves your throat as your hips buck up into the air

Havik only laughs at how you move in his grasp, and he only fucks into you harder, cooing at you as you tears start to roll down your face, “that’s it, you can take it, i know you can.”

his words pass over your head, stuck too high in the pleasure as you cum, and a high-pitched whine escapes your throat as you tighten your grip onto his hand

your pussy clenches around Havik’s cock, and he groans at the feeling, panting out your name as he cums inside of you

he can’t help it as is hips start to stutter in their pace, but his thumb never stops moving against your clit, only slowing down when your body has mellowed down to slight trembles

“mmrgh, are you-are you gonna cuddle me now or what?” even through the haze of your orgasm, you’re still just as bratty as before, and Havik barks out a laugh

“i don’t know. should i?” he knows he’s lying, he wants to cuddle you as well, and he lets down your legs from his shoulder but not before leaving a kiss to the side of your knee

Havik leans forward and lays his weight onto you, keeping his cock snuggled deep into you, and you groan and flail your arms against his back as he practically crushes you under his weight

“i didn’t-i didn’t mean like this, you-!” you don’t get to finish your sentence as Havik leans his head forward to press his teeth to your lips, silencing you with a kiss

you groan and squirm underneath him enough, however, to get him to roll you both onto your sides, and you let out a sigh and finally kiss Havik back

he hums and tightens his hold on you a little tighter, content to just have you for right now

his conquest for khaos could wait, as long as you were in his arms

#tangerine writes #mortal kombat x reader #mk x you #mk x reader #mk x y/n #mortal kombat smut #mk smut #mortal kombat 1 smut #mk1 smut #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mk1 x reader #mk1 x you #mk1 x y/n #havik x you #havik x y/n #havik x reader #havik smut

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aventurineswife · 2 months ago

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Hellooo!

I’d like to request Mermaid!Aventurine X Avian!reader

One of readers wings gets injured by god knows what(idk man just set them on fire or something. totally the kindest option.) and they ended up near some little town by a lake.

Reader is too stubborn to actually go and ask for help from the humans so they’re kinda just stuck lurking around nearby because they aren’t dumb enough to go too far out in the wild with injuries + the inability to fly.

Cue reader meeting Aventurine at some point, hates him at first for whatever reason, but ends up warming up to him(or at least starts tolerating him a bit) eventually after learning he’s basically also stuck here.

Reader didn’t really know mermaids existed(other fantasy creatures? Yeah. Mermaids? Nope.) so they honestly just thought that it was normal for these weird ‘fish people’ as they call them to be in a lake rather than an ocean(they honestly don’t see the problem. There aren’t as many dangerous creatures here as the ocean, and there’s still a lot of space for him to swim around right?)

I feel like I should make my own fanfic about this instead of requesting my ideas to someone but I don’t know the first thing about actually writing something good

Clipped Wings and Tethered Fins

Summary: After suffering a severe wing injury, you—a stubborn and prideful avian—find yourself stranded near a small lakeside town, unable to fly and too reluctant to seek help from humans. While lurking on the outskirts, you encounter Aventurine, an enigmatic and infuriatingly smug mermaid who seems just as trapped as you are. Initially, you despise him, but as he helps you with your injury, you begin to realize that perhaps you’re not so different after all.

Tags: Mermaid!Aventurine x Avian!Reader, Enemies to Reluctant Allies, Slow Burn, Injured Reader, Stubborn Reader, Banter & Snark, Aventurine Being a Menace, Hidden Vulnerability, Mutual Isolation, Forced Proximity.

Warnings: Mild Injury Description, Light Angst (mentions of pain, being stranded), Aventurine's Teasing, Minor Touching (Aventurine tending to your injury), Slow Relationship Development (from irritation to reluctant trust).

The sun hung low over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the serene lake, its waters mirroring the sky like a liquid canvas. The quiet stillness was occasionally broken by the soft rustling of the trees on the shore. You, however, were anything but still.

Your injured wing—a mess of scorched feathers and pain—hung limply by your side, each step you took sending pangs of agony through your body. You had no idea what had caused the fire that had scorched the wing. Was it the wind? A burst of magic from some distant god? Whatever the cause, the result was the same: you couldn't fly. You had been stubborn enough to resist asking for help from the humans in the nearby town. You knew they’d likely treat you like some freak of nature. They wouldn’t understand.

So, you lingered on the outskirts of their settlement, lurking among the trees, your feet brushing the earth as you tried to keep to the shadows. The world felt far too big with one wing useless and the other healthy but weighed down by your fear and pride.

It wasn’t until you heard the faint splash of water that you first noticed him.

He was a figure that seemed out of place—something akin to a reflection caught halfway between reality and the deep waters. At first, you thought you were imagining things, the shimmering of his tail in the sunlight. But there he was, rising from the lake with the elegance of a predator gliding through its domain, the dark green of his scales flashing in the light. His torso, beautifully sculpted and muscular, was partially exposed above the water as he leaned against a jagged rock, his face hidden by a low-hanging brimmed hat.

Your instincts told you to stay hidden. You weren’t in the mood to deal with anyone—especially someone who looked like he could be trouble. But curiosity gnawed at you, and against your better judgment, you found yourself edging closer, peering from behind the dense foliage. Your keen hearing picked up snippets of his musings, the tone of his voice sending a strange shiver down your spine.

"You know, one would think that after all these years of 'evolution,' humans would learn not to bother with the pointless games of politics. So dull, really." His voice was smooth, almost velvety, and oddly calming in the quiet of the evening.

You stiffened. “What the hell is that?” you muttered, eyeing the strange creature, this ‘mermaid,’ with skepticism.

He must have heard your words, for he turned his head, his gaze locking onto you with an almost predatory sharpness. His eyes gleamed, the black slitted pupils staring through the trees with uncanny precision. He studied you for a long moment before his lips curled into a soft, knowing smile.

"Not quite the most subtle observer, are we?" he said, his tone dripping with amusement, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "But then again, I suppose none of us are. Strangers often look before they speak. And you're no different."

You bristled, not expecting to be noticed so easily, and especially not by him. You had no patience for his teasing.

"I'm not here to chat with a... fish," you said, your tone sharp as you made to turn away. "I just don’t need your kind to be part of my problems."

His laugh followed you like an echo through the woods. "My kind, hm? And what exactly would that be, hmm? The aquatic type? Or are you merely referring to the fact that I'm much better at swimming than you are at flying?"

You froze mid-step, annoyed by his casual teasing and the fact that he somehow knew you couldn’t fly.

"Listen, I don't need your help, alright? Just stay in your lake and mind your business." You made to leave, but the pressure in your wing made it too painful to move swiftly.

Aventurine, as he introduced himself moments later, was swift to notice your struggle. "Ah, what's this? Seems like someone’s in need of a little assistance after all."

You tried to pull away, growling in frustration, but your injured wing refused to cooperate, dragging you back down. He approached you effortlessly, his sleek tail flicking through the water with a fluid grace.

“Don’t touch me,” you spat, your feathers ruffling defensively.

He tilted his head, observing you for a long, silent moment. "You're hardly in any position to turn down help, sweetheart." His tone was soft, the mocking edge now replaced by something else—something almost concerned, but wrapped in layers of calm indifference.

"I'm fine," you muttered, but there was no conviction behind it. You knew your pride was keeping you from seeking help, but you were too tired to keep pretending that it wasn’t hurting. The fire on your wing had left it stiff and useless, and your exhaustion was becoming too much to bear.

"You've got a choice, then." His voice broke through your fog of frustration. "You can either suffer in silence and try to fly with that wing in its current state... or you can let me help you."

You shot him a glare but couldn’t summon the energy to argue further. Sighing deeply, you slumped your shoulders and let out a reluctant, "Fine. Help me then."

Aventurine smiled—this time, the smile was genuine, though there was still that dangerous edge beneath it. "You’re welcome, I suppose." He stepped forward, his hands carefully reaching for your injured wing. You winced, but his touch was surprisingly gentle, far more so than you'd expected from someone who clearly enjoyed toying with you.

As his hands worked their magic, you couldn't help but notice how absurdly out of place he seemed in this tiny town. The lake was calm, the people around it unaware of the mermaid who called it home, and yet, here he was—trapped, just like you. You hated how he could so easily find solace in the quiet of the water while you struggled with your wing, but there was something undeniably captivating about him.

When he was done, he stepped back, eyes scanning your face. "You’re all patched up now. Not so bad, is it?"

You gritted your teeth, feeling a little better but still annoyed by the situation. "I still hate you," you muttered, but there was less venom in your voice than before.

Aventurine chuckled, the sound of it like the soft lapping of the water against the shore. "Hate is such a strong word, darling. Perhaps tolerance is a better fit?"

You rolled your eyes but found yourself unable to push him away anymore. Despite his irritating nature, you realized you didn’t mind his presence so much. Perhaps because you were both trapped in this small town. Maybe, just maybe, you'd both find a way out, but for now, the least you could do was stop fighting him.

"Fine," you sighed, letting the distance between you two shrink. "Maybe I’ll tolerate you for now. But don’t get used to it."

Aventurine grinned, sharp teeth flashing as he dipped his head in a mock bow. "Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. I have a feeling you'll come around."

And for the first time since your wing was injured, you weren't entirely certain you wanted to run.

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sunlight-shunlight · 4 months ago

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i realized i may be one of the only people on this webbed site who played both earthdawn and dragon age, so i thought i should share haha, i've never seen anyone else talking about the similarities.

earthdawn is: a tabletop rpg initially developed in the 90s and still publishing to this day. david gaider mentioned playing/running some campaigns of it. and the similarities are... very extensive and funny. let me go over them:

earthdawn is an apocalyptic high fantasy setting where every few thousand years, there's a cyclical, catastrophic event where monsters (both physical and astral) unstoppably ravage the world for centuries. this has led to loss of entire civilizations, and vast areas that are permanently tainted by their effects and are uninhabitable.

there's a small order of distrusted, secretive people, who take on an aspect of the monsters they're hunting, in order to more effectively track and kill them. this connection goes both ways, and the monsters can find and torment them in turn. regular people find this a bit scary. members of this order tend to not live very long (not like a physical limitation in their case, they just usually die on the job before they get old)

great dragons are very magically powerful, the oldest form of sapient life, and used to rule the world in a very bygone past era. they created immortal elves as servants, went into hibernation, and then their disaffected immortal elf lackeys rose up and killed some of them off to create their own civilization instead. there are some remaining great dragons, but they're reclusive. if needed, they can take on a humanoid form and blend into society and pull strings to influence various cultures. there are a few groups of people who live near the dragons and worship them, and the dragon protects them in return. there's also a bit about dragons possibly feeding people their blood in rituals as a way to create servants, or imbue people with power/greater lifespan, and thus influence entire noble lineages descended from there.

magic used to be far more powerful and prevalent, but has declined somewhat. there's an astral plane that reflects the real world. it's only easily accessible by mages, and can be entered physically, but that's very dangerous to the point of being usually fatal, and generally the astral plane is only perceived mentally while staying in the regular world. the astral realm is corrupted and dangerous, while also containing some neutral/friendly spirits. unwary mages can get possessed or killed by the monsters in the astral plane. spirits can manifest out of the astral plane and into the physical world voluntarily, or be summoned or bound for various tasks. this is controversial in the setting, as some people see it as fine, and others see it as forced servitude. some spirits are old and complex enough to clearly communicate with people and have their own full blown agendas and personalities, some are much simpler and only focused on a small domain of influence relating to a single trait they have.

blood magic is not as common in the area where the game is set, but...

there's a huge, decadent, ancient byzantium/rome themed blood magic empire, that runs on slavery and sacrifices. it used to have control over the entire map, but it was weakened by the apocalyptic event + various uprisings, so now its sphere of influence is much smaller. it still maintains slaving raids and tries to expand back into its old provinces. it was influenced very early on by weird shady mages who left the elven empire, and had convenient knowledge of the apocalypse before it happened. the empire has a much better scholarship around magic in general + the apocalypse than others, as well as a more "magic is indistinguishable from high tech" vibe to its standard of living. it has floating castles and fortresses that protect its nobility/can be deployed in warfare.

there's one underground dwarven kingdom remaining out of a few dozen that used to exist - all the others fell to infighting or the apocalyptic monster hordes. at the time of the setting, this kingdom is having a bit of a succession/legitimacy crisis with its monarchy. the dwarves are also a hub of trade and commerce bc their city was well-shielded from the apocalypse, so their language is the base of the common tongue and writing system everyone uses.

there's also an ancient elven empire that used to exist, but was also mostly lost in the apocalypse. currently, elves are mortal and about as magical as everybody else. there are some elves who are fully immortal, and still walk the earth - either gaining power and going through false identities to pose as normal rulers and maintain a vice-grip on elven society, or doing magical research and stuff to stave off more of the apocalypse, or doing centuries-long shadow warfare against each other/the dragons by using mortal kingdoms as pawns.

there's an elven pantheon of gods that everyone else adopted when the elven empire was bigger - it included a trickster deity who sealed themselves + two other gods into the Apocalypse Juice to try and partially nullify it, thus preventing the apocalypse from running over the whole area. unfortunately, this has corrupted all 3 gods who are marinating in that Juice, and now they generate madness and violence and despair in people they connect to.

#dragon age #there are probably even more similarities but i forget now honestly #anyway people talk about the witcher/asoiaf influences and those are there in the general tone #but earthdawn is like #the building blocks of the setting i think haha #it's a very underrated and cool setting BUT. with some of the most goofy rules known to mankind. i am not joking.#you need a spreadsheet.#i don't know what they were doing in the 90s to think of mechanics like that but it was bad.

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cursedcola · 3 months ago

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Discussion: "The Prophecy of Twisted Godhood" <- A reimagining of Twisted Wonderland through Greek Mythology. Where instead of a world based on Disney - Yuu is sent to a school meant to train demigods in another realm. Dormitories: Heartslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavanille (Here) || Scarabia || Pomefiore || Ignihyde || Diasomnia || Ramshackle (full lore and main plot outline) || Others Notes: Hey everyone - believe it or not, this was the original idea back when I started working on my TWST otome. I went a more traditional route since I wanted more of an immersive product...but I still have all of these ideas, y'know? So why not share them since I won't be making it into a game. Character designs and comics might come if i ever want to add more

Premise: The Prophecy of the Gods’ Reawakening

Octavinelle - The Realm of the Abyss and Deception

Renamed: "Thalassos Dormitory"

In Thalassos, the students’ connections to their divine parentage are deeply tied to power, manipulation, and chaos. The dorm’s members embody various aspects of ambition, secrecy, intelligence, and the unpredictable nature of the world. Each student is forced to reckon with their desires, morality, and the impact of their divine inheritance, all while facing the Prophecy of the Gods’ Reawakening and the threat it poses to both the mortal and divine worlds.

The complex dynamics within Thalassos are rooted in manipulation, hidden motives, and the pursuit of self-interest—themes that are amplified by the growing unrest between the gods pulling power from their demigod children – causing them to use other methods to gain higher ground. The tension within the dorm stems from each member’s desire to control their fate, whether it’s through manipulation (Azul), subtle influence (Jade), or chaotic freedom (Floyd). Most Thalassos students have an equal-standing relationship with their patron, creating a false sense of control that becomes threatened once their gods’ power is threatened. Yuu’s arrival in the dorm will reveal the tension between control and freedom, loyalty and betrayal, as each character grapples with their crafted role in the prophecy and their divine legacies. In this arc, the true purpose of NRC comes to light, revealing the true purpose of demigod children, their training, and the known prophecy. One each student is aware of – to Yuu’s surprise.

Children of the gods train for their parent’s favor – and are destined to either usurp their god, serve another child who succeeds, or be absorbed as a source of power. Hence the competitive nature at NRC, as this cycle has been since the beginning of time.

Azul Ashengrotto – Son of Plutus (God of Wealth and Commerce)

Reasoning: Azul Ashengrotto is very much a figure of wealth, ambition, and resource manipulation, which connects him with Plutus, the god of wealth. Plutus controls the distribution of wealth, much like how Azul manipulates contracts and deals to his advantage.

Conflict:

Azul, born as the child of Plutus, the god of wealth, stands at the apex of power withinThalassos. His life revolves around contracts, control, and the flow of power. His entire identity is built upon the idea that wealth, both literal and metaphorical, equates to power—power that he manipulates with finesse to maintain a stronghold over his dormitory and the students within it. But Azul’s calculated, business-driven nature is constantly at odds with his divine legacy. His god, Plutus, rules the distribution of wealth but is, by nature, fickle and more concerned with his own desires than loyalty to Azul.

Azul’s ambition goes beyond simply becoming the most powerful student at Night Raven College; it’s about usurping Plutus’s place as the ultimate authority in his life. However, the prophecy looming over them threatens to unmake everything Azul has worked so carefully to build. As Yuu arrives at Night Raven College—a "godless human" tied to the prophecy—Azul’s calculated world begins to unravel.

Yuu is the wild card he never anticipated, a force that disrupts his control in ways he doesn’t fully understand. Yuu's very existence challenges the natural order that Azul has established, questioning the very tenets upon which he’s built his power. Unlike his fellow demigods, who are all tied to their gods with a fragile, transactional loyalty, Yuu represents something beyond that—an unknown, "godless" force that could either shatter or restore the balance between mortal and divine realms.

Azul’s inner conflict arises from his fear of losing control over not only the students of Thalassos but also over his own fate. If Yuu were to embrace their role in the prophecy and align with the gods’ agenda, Azul would become a pawn in a much larger game, or worse, be discarded as a source of power. For someone who thrives on orchestrating every facet of his life, this is terrifying. Azul is both drawn to and repelled by Yuu’s potential influence, unsure whether to view them as an asset or a threat. On one hand, Yuu could help him gain the upper hand in his struggle against Plutus. On the other, Yuu’s potential to destabilize the entire system could strip away his carefully built empire.

Tension with Yuu:

From the moment Yuu arrives, Azul sees them as a potential ally in his quest for supremacy. He quickly begins to recognize their unassuming yet potent influence over the other dorms, sensing an opportunity to form a strategic partnership. Yuu could be the missing piece in his complex web of manipulation—a wildcard who could help him either consolidate his power or serve as a leverage against his patron, Plutus.

However, as their relationship develops, Azul begins to realize that Yuu isn’t someone he can control with the same ease as his usual deals. Yuu’s true nature is unpredictable, shifting, and at odds with Azul’s methodical approach. While Yuu doesn’t actively try to challenge Azul, their mere presence undermines his sense of control, making him question whether he can truly trust anyone, even someone who seems to be a useful pawn.

The tension between them becomes a dance of power dynamics, manipulation, and mutual suspicion. Azul’s need to maintain control clashes with Yuu’s unintentional subversion of that control. As Azul spends more time around Yuu, his need for dominance over others intensifies, but so does his fear that, by relying on someone else, he is slowly losing himself in the process.

Azul’s deep-seated fear of becoming irrelevant or powerless leads him to an increasingly unhealthy obsession with Yuu. He’s not just interested in their potential to help him gain power—he becomes fixated on understanding them, especially since Yuu seems to be a symbol of something beyond his control. The more he delves into Yuu’s secrets and motivations, the more he realizes that they represent a kind of freedom he doesn’t know how to attain. This becomes a subtle conflict in their interactions: while Yuu’s presence challenges Azul’s control, Azul finds himself drawn to them, not just as a pawn but as something he cannot comprehend or command.

Resolution:

As the prophecy of the gods' reawakening unfolds, Azul realizes that his wealth and control over Thalassos won’t be enough to safeguard his position. Plutus, his divine patron, cares little for his loyalty – Like Father Like Son – the moment Azul begins to waiver he will lose his father’s power, and the rising threat of divine upheaval risks undoing everything Azul has built. He understands that to survive and outmaneuver Plutus, he must adapt—no longer relying solely on manipulation but strategically cooperating with others.

Yuu, the "godless human" tied to the prophecy, becomes a pivotal figure for Azul. While he initially sees them as a potential pawn, Azul begins to recognize their influence on the unfolding events—and his own vulnerability. Yuu becomes a weakness for Azul, a threat to his control, as their very presence is tied to the gods' fate. Though he still doesn’t fully trust them, he grows increasingly protective of Yuu, recognizing that they are both an asset and a potential liability. His attachment to them grows reluctantly, born from a need to ensure their loyalty. He knows that Yuu’s role in the prophecy could either empower him or be exploited by Plutus to destabilize his position. This makes Azul's dependence on them a complicated necessity—he cannot afford to alienate them, but he also refuses to relinquish his grip on the situation. In the end, Azul adapts to the shifting dynamics, using his newfound understanding of alliances to protect his interests while still maintaining his ambition. As Plutus’ power begins to wane, Azul takes a new approach. His goal is still to usurp as the new god of commerce, but rather than crush his fellow demigod – offers a plan to reform their standing. Rather than beat them out, he will gain their support (placing him as the only option for Plutus’ power) and usurp his god as a team.

Jade Leech - Son of Hecate (Goddess of Magic)

Reasoning: Jade Leech, with his enigmatic and almost aloof personality, is a perfect fit for Hecate, the goddess of magic, witchcraft, and the underworld. Hecate is associated with the mysterious and hidden aspects of the world, often in places where secrets are kept, much like Jade's cryptic nature and his love for observing others from the shadows. Both characters have an air of mystery, possess an unsettling calmness, and are master manipulators in their own right.

Connection: Jade's strategic, mysterious nature and his interest in controlling situations through knowledge and subtle influence are aligned with Hecate’s domain over magic, secrets, and the unknown.

Conflict:

Jade Leech, embodying the traits of Hecate, stands as a figure of calculated control, secrecy, and manipulation. Hecate’s domain over the unseen and the mystical forces resonates deeply with Jade’s own strategic, quiet nature. He thrives in the shadows, pulling the strings of others with precision and patience, much like how Hecate governs the realms of the unseen. Jade’s careful manipulation and love for secrecy are essential to his ability to navigate the complex and often deceptive world of Thalassos. His existence is marked by his ability to watch and influence without being seen, maintaining an aura of mystery that mirrors Hecate’s power over hidden truths. Jade is a unique force within Night Raven College – having killed all his brethren as a child, there is no competition for Hecate’s patron. The only remaining is Floyd, his twin who was born to another god’s power – aka. Jade taking a blessing from his mother and Floyd the only of their ilk from their father. Jade spared Floyd out of curiosity, and the two became the dominant candidates for their patron’s favor. Therefore, Jade’s conflict with Hecate resides solely in if she will absorb his power or become usurped. Due to his grey nature, the relationship between Jade and Hecate is never explicitly established. Both god and son are secretive in nature – and whether a 3rd solution or agreement has been established remains to be seen. Yuu’s arrival creates an unforeseen disruption in Thalassos – Jade, ever the lover of the unexpected, is intrigued by his Warden’s infatuation with this specific pawn. Despite his cool demeanor, Jade finds himself curious of Yuu’s ability to see through the layers of deception and hidden motives that others cannot. Their insight seems to undermine his carefully orchestrated world of manipulation. At first, he treats Yuu as an experiment, wondering how a "godless" human could cause chaos in a space designed for the children of the gods. They remain in neutral territory for most of this arc. Jade wonders how this disruption can be used for his benefit but is forced to reevaluate his position when Yuu’s presence begins to unbalance not only his own machinations but also the relationships within Thalassos —especially with Azul, whose investment in the godless prefect is both a personal delight and a professional dilemma for Jade. He finds himself needing to assess the situation more critically than he initially expected.

Tension with Yuu:

Jade’s reaction to Yuu is less about outright hostility and more about uncertainty. As someone who thrives on manipulation and the ability to control situations, Jade cannot ignore Yuu’s calm ability to dismantle the intricacies of his carefully constructed network of influence. Unlike others who might react out of fear or anger, Yuu simply observes and deconstructs, leaving Jade uncertain of how to handle them. Initially, Jade views this as a challenge—an opportunity to observe how Yuu, a “godless human,” will react to the shifting dynamics within Thalassos. He enjoys playing with them alongside Floyd – going along with Azul’s plan to overtake influence and pull this pawn into their shared grasp. What begins as casual curiosity, however, soon grows into a more serious contemplation.

Jade sees Yuu as both a threat and a fascination. Their ability to remain calm and composed in the face of power struggles beyond mortal comprehension presents a paradox that Jade is eager to explore. They are neither intimidated nor swayed by the complexities of godly influence that dominate his world. A human’s presence is already enough to sow chaos – but he cannot help but sense more secrets to Yuu than the human themselves realizes. He looks forward to seeing if they survive or crack under another demigod’s heel.

As his relationship with Yuu deepens, Jade finds himself questioning his motivations: Is Yuu merely a pawn in this game, or could they become an ally—or even a liability? Considering his kin’s growing attachment and Azul’s struggle – Jade is forced to face the human as more than a toy now that there are personal stakes.

Jade must also contend with the emotional complexity of growing closer to someone who challenges his detached nature. While he does not openly express his emotions, he realizes that Yuu’s presence might force him to confront his feelings about connection and power. While his connection to Hecate remains unknown, whatever agreement he has made with her may not be reflective of his goals after this arc’s completion. Therefore leaving him with motivation beyond curiosity to see how this prophecy pans out.

Resolution:

Jade’s arc doesn’t resolve in a conventional sense, as he never fully struggles with his alignment to Hecate or his understanding of self. Jade is the product of a world in which manipulation, secrecy, and influence are natural extensions of his being. As long as Hecate continues to support him, Jade will act accordingly. If she decides to pull her power, Jade will adjust, but his core principles will remain unchanged. Should the gods fall, he will simply adapt to the new world order, seeing it as another challenge to be navigated. Even as Hecate’s power begins to wane, it is never revealed if he is affected or not. It remains uncertain if he even pulls from her power at all.

When it comes to Yuu, Jade is pragmatic. While he never truly forms a deep emotional attachment, he respects their ability to provoke chaos in a controlled environment. Jade finds the "godless" human intriguing in the same way someone might find an unpredictable game fascinating—not necessarily something he can control, but something worth observing. Yuu, in Jade’s eyes, represents a chaotic element that is as valuable as it is dangerous. His ultimate stance is one of curiosity, watching Yuu navigate the currents of the prophecy without interference. Only at the end of this ARC does his involvement make waves, as he finds Azul’s development the most unexpected trump card of all. Moving with his kin and dorm leader – Jade becomes an ally to the godless prefect that is beginning to draw attention. In the end, Jade recognizes the inherent chaos in Yuu and acknowledges that their role in the unfolding events will be inevitable. He remains unperturbed by the prophecy's potential outcome, as he knows he will always could act in his own best interest, regardless of what transpires.

Floyd Leech - Son of Pan (God of Wild Nature)

Reasoning: Floyd Leech is energetic, unpredictable, and thrives on chaos and excitement—traits that align him with Pan, the god of the wild, mischief, and nature. Pan is known for his mischievous, often unpredictable behavior, and his tendency to incite chaos among humans and gods alike. Floyd, like Pan, is a force of nature—unpredictable and carefree, with a love for pulling pranks and creating disorder. Both are embodiments of youthful energy and playfulness.

Connection: Floyd’s wild, chaotic personality and his love for fun make him the perfect parallel to Pan, the god of mischief and untamed nature.

Conflict:

Floyd Leech, as a child of Pan, embodies the god of mischief, chaos, and untamed freedom. Like his divine parent, Floyd delights in unpredictability and thrives on disrupting the status quo, especially within the confines of Thalassos. His playful nature, fueled by a desire for chaos and fun, clashes with the more structured ambitions of his fellow dorm members. He holds no conflict with his God other than the constraints of fate – he is a force to be reckoned with and cannot be controlled. He follows Azul and his brother, Jade, out of love for the game. He stands on equal footing with Pan, not to overtake like Azul or remain indifferent like Jade – but as a menace more than eager to fight back if challenged by his father. However, despite his chaotic nature, Floyd is not entirely unconnected to his dorm. Though Floyd enjoys causing upheaval, he is also quite loyal to his dormmates when it matters. The entire rivalry between demigods bores him, but the demand of their gods and the school’s instructors agitates him more.

Floyd’s conflict begins when Yuu, a “godless human,” enters Thalassos. Initially, Floyd sees Yuu as a source of amusement—a curious, and harmless figure to poke fun at and bring into his chaotic antics. They are someone without a blessing, yet seem to have a bone to pick with the gods – their bad luck is pathetic but offers something different for Floyd to see. He’s intrigued by how Yuu, despite being “godless,” manages to hold their own, unshaken by Floyd’s wild behavior. In a dorm filled with godly offspring vying for power, this normal human without divine heritage has guts and it pisses him off. It’s a strange concept for Floyd, who doesn’t understand why Yuu isn't moved by the games and manipulations that define his world. His whole life he thought mortals to be plain and weak in the shadow of gods. He had no interest…until now. As Yuu’s ability to remain unaffected by his antics becomes clearer, Floyd begins to grow more and more frustrated. He utterly despises their lack of reactions. Especially with Azul’s infatuation with getting their favor and other demigods from rival dorms poking their noses around Thalassos. Yet, even with this frustration, Floyd finds himself drawn to Yuu, because nothing would anger the gods more than forming an alliance with this human. Even Pan, who Floyd cannot seem to get a reaction from beyond their many fights.

As the Prophecy of the Gods’ Reawakening looms larger and the tension rises among the demigods, Floyd watches Yuu closely. The other students in Thalassos are obsessed with gaining favor, with vying for position and power, but Yuu doesn’t seem to care about the game surround them. Not beyond their needs, not for fun, not for knowledge or anything else. Everything they do seems almost like an orchestrated, chaotic, accident. While watching them get crushed like others at NRC would be an amazing show – like when he first met Azul, Floyd takes an interest in seeing how they will bring about a new end to what every demigod has known since they were born. He forms a symbiotic bond with them by then end of this arc, intent on being on their side when conflict strikes in exchange for their company/care. What begins as a quest for entertainment and to anger Pan – ends with him having the most genuine attachment out of the three main members in Thalassos, especially since he gets to mess with other dormitories by taking Yuu under his protection.

Tension with Yuu:

The real tension with Yuu comes from the fact that Floyd cannot manage a reaction from them. He works with Jade to make Azul’s plan a success – but every interaction with Yuu irritates him more and more. He thrives on reaction, on making others flinch, on creating an emotional ripple. Yet with Yuu, there’s an unsettling calmness that doesn’t break. He thought from the rumors circulating about conflicts in Themantica, and Koryphaios that they’d be the perfect target to unsettle…but there’s something almost hollowing about them. A lingering feeling that unsettles the power he borrows from Pan, and he can’t stand it. Outside of Thalassos they behave completely different, and only when Azul went after the other demigods he’d not waste time with do they actually seem invested. This frustrates him to no end. It’s not fun for Floyd when he can’t get a rise out of someone. It makes him question whether his chaotic nature is enough to get under their skin, or if Yuu is simply too removed from the very concept of power dynamics for him to make an impact.

Floyd’s unsettled feelings grow as he watches how Yuu manages to survive in the cutthroat world of NRC. They don’t follow the script he’s used to seeing—the one where everyone vies for favor and struggles to manipulate one another. Yuu seems content, neutral, even when faced with adversity. For someone who acts on their gut feelings, he cannot escape the nasty sense that pulls up whenever he looks their way. He’s never seen someone so distant towards the system (not even Jade), so neutral to their end, the way Yuu is, and for a god-child who is used to pushing boundaries and shattering expectations, it’s something that feels both threatening and thrilling. It’s discovered that Floyd’s unease is not only Pan’s influence – because in a school where all students are ready to fight for power, they all still fight. It goes against the law of the wilds for Yuu to simply accept Floyd’s abuse, follow Azul’s plans, and default their fate to others as their time stuck on the Isle of Gods drags on. His anger is at this lack of spark – regardless of what they’ve endured prior to NRC or in those other dormitories. Living things are supposed to want to keep living. Once they snap, pushed too far by Azul’s game with his god/dorm, Yuu earns Floyd’s favor by acting in self-interest for once. Showing him humans still embody the will of the wilds, and proving that making them an ally is just what he wants to do.

Resolution:

As the Prophecy of the Gods’ Reawakening looms closer, Floyd’s relationship with Yuu evolves from mere entertainment to something more substantial. At first, Floyd’s interest in Yuu is driven by frustration, annoyance, and the desire to create chaos in a way that will anger the gods—but over time, he begins to see Yuu as a genuine ally. As the arc concludes, Floyd is left assured that not a single feeling he has is from Pan’s influence. His gut feelings are his own, and he is free to choose his path without needing to prove anything to his father or others. In fact, his moral compass hasn’t changed at all. Other than he’s now curious of the earthly lands below, and isn’t keen on a prophecy or higher power telling him what he has to do once his time at NRC is up. He only came here to follow Azul and Jade – and it was a drag at first, but with Yuu he expects the plot to kick up more.

By the end of this arc, Floyd forms a symbiotic bond with Yuu. It begins to mess with Pan and upset the established order, but it grows into something more complex. Floyd becomes genuinely attached to Yuu, seeing them as a new branched path for the future. They better get back to earth, he’ll help, because he wants to follow and see what the mortal world has to offer. They won’t be able to escape him in this life now that Floyd’s set his mind. In being the initial catalyst for Yuu’s investment (aka bullying them into snapping and caring to live through this hellscape) – Floyd stands by Yuu as a self-proclaimed protector. Both to taunt the gods and their waning power, while also playing himself at the center of blissful chaos.

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Once upon a time...

This portrait of the Queen & Prince of Spellbyndell was painted in honor of the princes 18th birthday.

Upon the momentous occasion of Young Prince Lumin's 18th birthday, the kingdom of Spellbyndell opened its gates to neighboring domains in the world of Regalia, inviting them to partake in the grand celebration. However, the festivities took a dark turn when the Queen of Spellbyndell was suddenly attacked by an unusual dark magic from behind, plunging the event into turmoil. The culprit was none other than the Lord of Witheringthorn, who seized the royal magical scepter and vanished in a cloud of green smoke. With the kingdom once again isolated from the outside world, the queen was attended to by her healers while the prince, accompanied by a select group of Spellbyndell's finest, embarked on a quest to avenge the queen.

The Lord of Witheringthorn initially planned to wield the scepter as a means to heal himself from the very same curse he had now inflicted upon the Queen. However, once he grasped its power, he succumbed to madness. Using the scepter to amplify his sinister magic instead, he conjured monsters of decay to wreak havoc on Spellbyndell and all of Regalia. However, fate had other plans in store. For five long years, Prince Lumin and his loyal companions fought against the forces of decay, stifling the monsters efforts and overcoming numerous challenges in Witheringthorn's treacherous lands until they finally reached the lord's stronghold. In a climactic moment, Lumin managed to shatter the now corrupted scepter, reversing all the devastation it had ever caused.

The dark lord cackled with glee, basking in what seemed to be his triumph as his figure began to dissolve in front of Lumin. "Soon, the queen shall meet the same fate, and to think you could have prevented it," he uttered just before he disappeared entirely.

With the dark lord finally defeated, tranquility was restored to the realm of Regalia once more...

With the prince on his way home, the queen reflects on the future. She has grown weaker with every passing year, and the very thought of a sudden departure from this life causes her heart to ache. "I would be leaving my son to bear the heavy burden of the throne alone... if he is to be king, he must have a queen by his side—someone I can rely on to care for him and help safeguard the kingdom when I am gone."

To be Continued... Journey forth

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The Stages of Pleasure Through the Zodiac

The element most connected to pleasure is air. Air, or Vāyu in Vedic philosophy, is the subtle but all-penetrating tattva that animates desire and stirs the senses. In the ancient Pancha Mahabhuta framework, Vāyu is the principle of movement and diffusion, carrying the first pulse of longing into every cell of the body and every corner of the mind. As the presiding deity of breath and gust, Vāyu features prominently in the Vayu Purana and is celebrated in the Mahanarayana Upanishad as the force that transports sukha, or delight, into form. Where earth grounds us in solidity and sustenance, air lifts us into the realm of anticipation and seduction, igniting the thrill of touch, sound, and word. Its pleasures are not possessions but invitations to chase the next whisper of enchantment, such as the flutter of a lover’s laugh, the echo of a song through an open window, the spark of an idea exchanged in conversation. In the zodiac, the air signs Gemini, Libra, and Aquarius express the energy of Vāyu in different ways, and by studying their qualities more in depth, we can begin to understand what pleasure really means to us as humans.

First, desire is born in Gemini. Mithuna literally means copulation, the primal act that splits the original unity of consciousness into two for the first time, inaugurating the world of longing where none existed before. In Vedic cosmology, this is depicted as the birth of Purusha and Prakriti. Where once there was only seamless oneness, awareness now finds itself mirrored, reflected, and suddenly othered. Gemini is the flashpoint of this awakening, when consciousness first recognizes itself as not-whole and reaches outward in search of reunion. It is the birth of pleasure as tension through the recognition of a gap that beckons to be bridged. In this sense, Gemini contains the first tremor of relational consciousness. It is not just awareness but awareness of being seen, and thus the need to signal and to charm. Mercury rules Gemini not as a moral guide or romantic idealist but as a trickster of form and function. He embodies the heart of duality, where the thrill of touch and the game of suggestion first creates desire. Just as Mercury is the in-between, Gemini is the threshold. It is neither commitment nor renunciation. It is the flirtation, the question of camaraderie or sexual intrigue. It is the sudden realization of separateness and the drive to close the gap through interaction with the world through the senses. In Gemini, longing is light, quick, and utterly alive. It is in the tantalizing "maybe." There is no guarantee of fulfillment here, and that is not a flaw. The pleasure lies in the pattern and rhythm of reaching and retreating and doubling and mirroring itself that keeps the game in motion. Speaking of games, this is where we start wanting to play with the world and our senses. We begin to mimic, to test, to provoke, to question. Pleasure becomes experimentation, and identity becomes fluid, shaped and reshaped by how it is received. This is Mercury’s domain, where charm is currency and cleverness is a form of intimacy. Meaning is not fixed and instead carried through tone, gesture, and timing. What we say is less important than how we say it and what it reveals about the space between us. In this way, we get a kind of play that is probing. It explores possibilities before committing to any of them, asking not just what is wanted but what is possible to want. Gemini begins to flirt not only with people but with ideas, with contradiction, with form itself. It is the child discovering double meanings and laughing at the absurd. The humor here is not cruelty but delight in ambiguity. The face that means two things at once, the sentence that folds over on itself, the law that can be bent just enough to keep it interesting. This is desire learning to speak, learning to impersonate, learning to make an entrance and watch for the effect. At this stage, what we want is not the other itself but the sensation of wanting, of being aware of want, of being seen in our wanting. That is the first layer, the lightest skin of longing, and it is the purely electric impetus that drives the evolution of pleasure.

Then, desire moves to Libra. Libra represents the refinement and stylization of longing through the medium of form. What was once just simple variety of sensation now demands poise. Pleasure is no longer sought in immediacy but in balance, symmetry, and expectation. The senses begin to require composition. Libra introduces discernment into the pursuit of beauty as a precise aesthetic order that pleases the body by satisfying the eye, the ear, and the skin. It is not enough for something to feel good. It must look right, sound right, be in proportion. The social aspect here serves this refinement, offering the reflective surface through which taste is measured and adjusted. Here, interaction is pushed forward by the pursuit of sensual cravings and attachments. The body is no longer satisfied with scattered or fleeting pleasures. Desire becomes selective, drawn to forms that promise a return of satisfaction with elegance and predictability. What once was a game of novelty now yearns for something that can be entered into again and again. There is a hunger for closeness that pleases the senses and the perceived beauty arranged with intention. Attachments form when the senses are continually met with experiences that soothe, entice, and settle into a pleasing orientation. Intimacy becomes physical, even ornamental, built through the slow accumulation of shared pleasures, physical responses, and chosen atmospheres that make the world feel more adorned. One must be seen not just as desirable but as correctly postured and tonally appropriate. The world becomes a stage for calibrated sensation. This is where art is born. The spacing of words, the angle of a glance, the harmony of colors, the complexity of subject all become instruments of physical delight. Libra is where sexual attraction becomes the need to have one's desires fulfilled with intention. It is not enough for desire to simply exist like in gemini. It must be realized through the external world, through other people. And in order to achieve this, we must also give something in return, something equally pleasing to keep the interaction balanced and harmonious. But the harmony of Libra is always temporary. The allure of sex and attraction is magnified by the constant pursuit of more. It is the most rajasic sign in the zodiac, meaning there is always an expectation that the next encounter or experience, will bring a greater satisfaction, a greater alignment of beauty, form, and sensation. Relationships form not merely out of a sense of desire but out of the need for those desires to meet a specific, refined standard. Sexiness and desire take on an ideal, constantly shifting but eternally present, as they are sought in the external world. This ceaseless craving pulls us outward, always searching for something that reflects our ideal, but with the knowledge that it may never fully fulfill it. There is a temporary loss in the pursuit. There is a temporary loss in the pursuit, as the gap between the ideal and reality remains ever-present. Libra’s desire is defined by a constant tension between fleeting satisfaction and the longing for something more that has not been obtained. Each moment of connection sparks a craving for something finer, a desire for beauty and perfection that always seems just out of reach. This is the energy that sparks sensual attachments, yet inevitably leads to detachment, where the pursuit of pleasure becomes both fulfilling and elusive. Even the most intense pleasures eventually give way to a sense of monotony, as the initial passion fades. In any relationship, the passion is bound to wane, and it is not the force of Venus or Libra that will sustain the bond.

Pleasure in Aquarius is sensual but also curious, sourced from the externalization of desires and the products of creativity and invention. These pleasures are connected to the objects we accumulate, the environments we cultivate, and the social interactions that enhance these experiences. Aquarius brings a more abstract form of enjoyment that comes from what is created or achieved collectively. It’s the joy of fitting in and acquiring things that reflect a shared value system. Aquarius is about reaching for more than what the immediate environment can offer. It represents the pleasure that comes from acquiring goods, knowledge, and social experiences that align with our higher ideals, even if these ideals are constructed, temporary, or imaginary. The pleasures found here are no longer tied strictly to immediate sensual satisfaction. They involve a more social sense of gratification beyond compromise. It is the pleasure of acquiring things, be it a new technology, a unique experience, or a concept that appeals to the collective, that satisfies the desire for novelty and progression. It is the pleasure you get from being rich or famous not because of the wealth you have, but from how you get to indulge in whatever you want as a result. Pleasure in Aquarius is found in external validation. It’s not about material wealth or status so much. It is focused on the recognition and acknowledgment of one’s likability within a collective. Aquarius thrives on being seen and validated for its ideas, creations, and contributions. The satisfaction comes from knowing that what you’ve created or shared has meaning to others, that your work has been recognized in a way that affirms your existence in a larger context that is still sensual but now comes in the much more abstract, almost conditioned form of appreciation. It’s the joy of having your thoughts, actions, and creations resonate with others, of feeling that your place in the collective is acknowledged. The pleasure is in what you receive by being rewarded from something bigger than yourself, whether through art, friendships, etc. In art and creation, Aquarius takes pleasure in how the work is received as well as the creation itself. It’s the recognition of the desires and efforts behind the contribution, where the connection formed with others and the acknowledgement of the craft is what’s shared. Pleasure in Aquarius is also where one faces the challenge of letting it all go, as it’s the most indulgent sign. It feeds off the pleasures generated by Gemini and Libra, but it can start to take them too far. The same validation and collective connection that bring pleasure can also tie the individual to external approval, creating a dependency on it. And like I said, it is building off of Gemini and Libra, so there can be a dependency on things like external stimulation or sex in Aquarius. The indulgence in communal acceptance and recognition becomes a trap, where the pleasure becomes too demanding to allow for anything else. Aquarius, at its most indulgent, seeks out constant affirmation, refined experiences, and excitement. But as the pleasures of recognition and external validation grow, it starts to become stagnant, and with this comes the challenge of release. This is the paradox of Aquarius: the more it feeds on the approval and validation of the collective, the more it risks losing itself outside of that validation. The pleasure of fitting in, of acquiring knowledge, coming up with a new idea, or having distant admirers, becomes intoxicating, but fleeting. The experience of external gratification is exhilarating but ultimately unsustainable, as it relies on constant engagement with the world outside, which cannot always provide the same level of recognition over time. But this is why pleasure always precedes spirituality. When everything that is supposed to make the world seem fun is suddenly empty to you, you begin to detach.

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