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amoromniaodium · 2 months ago

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Animal Kingdom

Andrew Pope Cody

Thank you all for reading the preview! I didn’t expect such a positive reaction to my writing. Your likes and comments have truly inspired me — I already have two more parts planned. Feel free to share your thoughts, whether good or bad. I always appreciate honest feedback.

We’ll be seeing more of the Cody family soon, but I wanted to give you some background on Pope and my character first.

Chapter 1

The Revival

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When she was five, she witnessed something she’d only later come to recognize as bipolar disorder in her mother.

Her mother didn’t believe in medication. Said it made her too foggy, too far from herself. So she replaced prescriptions with “the good drugs.” And from then on, her daughter saw things no child should ever see — things done to her mother, things done by her mother.

By the age of ten, she was the unofficial head of the household. She cleaned, cooked, kept the apartment running. She stole — not because she liked it, but because it was the only way to survive. She lifted money from the men her mother brought home. Took soap, toothpaste, and pads from school. Stole lunches from bigger kids. She was a pro.

She loved her mother. Deeply. Enough to make sure she ate, drank water, showered. Enough to keep watch when her mother’s “friends” were over. She loved her even when she didn’t understand her — especially then. That’s where her obsession with psychology began.

She had seen people overdose. Seen how depression and addiction twisted people until they became unrecognizable. She didn’t judge. She watched. She asked questions. She wanted to understand. Needed to understand.

Her schoolwork improved. She started talking to the men who didn’t make her stomach twist. She made them feel seen. Safe. And in return, they opened up. She never gave advice. She just listened. By sixteen, she had done more emotional labor than most people do in a lifetime.

She read psych books from the library and used the tools they taught. Guided conversations, helped others find their own answers. She helped build relationships, and quietly helped end toxic ones, too.

They cried in front of her. Sat with her in silence. Let their rage unravel in the safety of her presence. And when her mother spiraled — manic or depressed — they were there. They helped her study. Helped her apply to university. Helped her celebrate when she got into med school on a partial scholarship.

And they were there when her mother overdosed.

In the quietest, darkest part of her chest, she was relieved.

She left. She studied. She was great at it — not just because she was smart, but because she understood. She could see pain before it was spoken. And she was determined to help fix both mind and body. That’s what led to her final rotation, at Folsom State Prison — and to the man who would change her completely.

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Her first day at Folsom, she knew: this was not where she wanted to be.

Her attending was kind — as kind as one can be after decades in a place like this. He laid out the rules, the code, the expectations. Who to trust. What not to wear. How to walk, how to speak. He gave her a list of patients, diagnoses, medication routines.

That’s when she saw his name.

Andrew David Cody.

A massive dose of Thorazine. Enough to sedate rage. She didn’t meet the inmates until two weeks in.

And the moment she saw his eyes — dark, empty, emotionless — she should have known it wouldn’t end well.

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There’s something to be said about leaving employment to return to school.

After her residency, she realized she didn’t want to be a prison psychiatrist. Not because she couldn’t handle it — but because she had no real power to help. She thought of a pair of eyes — dark, sad, and unblinking — and knew that wasn’t enough.

So she returned. Started a certificate in criminology, hoping to understand them better. But maybe it was something simpler than that: maybe she just didn’t want to grow up. Not yet.

Maybe she should work at a hospital in California. Maybe she should leave the country. Or maybe… maybe she should go back to her mother’s apartment. Let herself rot quietly, the way her mother had.

But then, walking out of class one evening, she saw him.

Not saw — felt.

A presence.

Straight-backed. Arms at his sides. Short sleeved shirt buttoned to the top like a priest.

And eyes — hawk-like, locked on her.

Andrew Cody.

But this time, for the first time since he’d been released, there was something new in his gaze.

A flicker of light in all that darkness.

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There was something to say about the first time she saw him in months —it wasn’t fear that struck her. It was relief. A twisted kind of happiness.

Not about how he found her. Not how he knew where to look.

But because he was out. He had made parole.

Her first instinct, naive as it was, hoped he hadn’t gone back.

Not to that house. Not to her.

That maybe he’d gotten his own place, finally freed himself from the grip of that obsessive, broken mother — and the suffocating loyalty to his family.

But no.

She knew better.

Of course he hadn’t. They were the only thing he had ever known.

Letting go of them would be like letting go of oxygen.

She understood.

The only reason she ever left was because her mother was six feet under. These thoughts flickered and died the moment she saw him — standing there awkwardly, stiff as ever, eyes locked on her like always.

She moved toward him, not quite running, but not walking either.

Stopped just short of touching distance.

“Andrew!” she breathed. “You… you did it. Oh my God, I’m so happy for you. I knew you could do it.”

He didn’t say a word.

Just stared. But she saw it — the barest twitch of his mouth, a subtle lift of his brow.

He was happy to see her.

“How are you feeling? Have you seen your brothers?” she asked gently.

He replied, voice low. “Yes.”

She didn’t ask about his mother. She didn’t want to know. Didn’t want to open that door. Not yet.

So she reached for the first thing that surfaced — something safer.

“The fountain… did Baz ever finish it?” Her voice came out too light, too casual — even she could hear it.

But it was the only thing she could grab. He had once told her Baz promised to finish it while he was gone.

A flicker again — this time annoyance. A tilt of the head, the slightest grimace.

“No. I’m making it.”

So he was back there.

“Ah,” she said softly. “Well… I’m not really surprised. From what you told me about Baz…”

(From what your eyes told me. From what your silences said.)

“But it’s good, right? Keeps you busy. Keeps your mind quiet.”

He didn’t respond. Just stared.

“Right. Sorry… are you hungry? Want to grab something to eat?”

“I thought you were done with school,” he said.

“Yeah. I was. I don’t know —” she gave a nervous laugh, tugged at her sleeve, “—I guess I’m just not ready for the real world yet.”

He looked at her for a long moment. “I understand.”

“I know you do, Andrew,” she said gently. “Let’s go. There’s this Mexican place nearby — it’s amazing.”

She reached out instinctively, about to touch his arm — but paused.

He was watching her hand. Not with fear. Not quite with hope. Just a quiet, unreadable stillness. Like he wanted it more than anything but wouldn’t let himself show it.

There was something in his eyes — not pleading, but almost… waiting. The kind of stillness a child holds when something precious is near, afraid to move and scare it off.

She hesitated, her fingers curling slightly.

She knew how vulnerable he was in that moment. Knew what it meant — what it would mean — to touch him here, like this. There was desire under it, yes, but not sexual. Not yet. It felt more like comforting a child after a nightmare.

So she moved slowly.

When she finally took his hand, his fingers didn’t flinch. Didn’t tighten. Just rested there — solid, warm, resigned.

But he didn’t pull away.

And that was everything.

She led him forward, her grip light, his steps heavier — like he was trying not to fall into her.

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sammy-bryant · 2 months ago

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SHAWN HATOSY as ANDREW DAVID CODY aka POPE Animal Kingdom | Julie (4.11)

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silens-oro · 1 month ago

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Born to Be Down (Pre-Well Enough Alone Companion)

Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+. Andrew "Pope" Cody x f!Reader (nicknamed Hawk)

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General Synopsis: The events that led up to Hawk living under Smurf's roof. Word Count: 3.5k Content Warning: typical animal kingdom warnings, drug use, addiction, abusive parents. AN: 700 years later and I finally have another companion piece for you! We get a better look into Hawk's home life before and why she ultimately ended up under Smurf's care, and Smurf's manipulation of Hawk. This chapter was titled from Born For The Floor by Local H. I feel like it perfectly encapsulates Hawk's relationship with her mom and eventually her relationship with Smurf because she was terrified to rock the boat regardless of which home she was living at so she just continued to take what was thrown at her. please comment & reblog :)

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“Quiet down? You’re gonna tell me to quiet down in my own goddamn house?” Hawk’s mom, Deb, laughed indignantly as she slurred her words. It was nearing two o’clock on a Tuesday morning and Hawk’s eyes burned from a lack of sleep and irritability as a consequence of the music and talking that vibrated through the paper thin walls of the living room and into her bedroom. “Who the fuck do you think you are, you little bitch? Telling me what I’m doing in my own fucking house!” She looked over at the man (Daryl, David, Damien –it didn’t matter to Hawk. They were all the same.) whose lap she was hanging her legs over. All he did was laugh in response like this was genuinely funny to him.

Hawk tried not to let her mom’s tone get a reaction out of her —because that’s exactly why her mom acted this way, but it was hard. Her nails made small crescent shapes in her palms as she clenched her fists. She blinked fast, her eyes on the floor as she bit her lip as both adults laughed at her.

“I’m sorry, but I have school in a couple of hours and-” Hawk tried to explain, but was cut off.

“—Not like school’s gonna help you.” Deb scoffed, tilting the beer can she held back to her mouth. “Not with the way you run around with those boys and that tramp. One of ‘em’s bound to knock you up sooner or later. What’ll school do for you then? Huh?” Her mom clumsily pulled her legs off the man and faced Hawk, who was frowning deeply as she looked at the mess that was her mother. They looked so much alike, Hawk thought bitterly. It was almost like looking into the future of what she could be and if she had any power, she'd choose to do everything that wouldn't get her into the same shoes as her mom. Hawk was Deb’s spitting image from their hair color, to the shape of their nose and the color of their eyes, and Deb couldn’t give two shits about it -if anything, it made her dislike her daughter even more.

Deb picked the lit cigarette up -a Virginia Slim- from the overflowing ashtray on the coffee table, and held a finger up. “I’ve got an idea!” Deb took a puff, then exhaled it upwards as she sat back. “Why don’t you go crawl into one of their beds for the night and give me some fucking peace and quiet for a change?” Her mom looked over at the man again. “What do you think, Dan?” Ah, a new ‘D’ name to add to the list, Hawk noted mentally.

“I think it’s a great idea, baby.” He slurred as he rubbed Deb’s leg salaciously, his eyes only open to slits, but Hawk knew his pupils would’ve been pinpointed if she could see them from where she was. She’d seen it on her own mother countless times, not including the random men Deb had hanging around who tried to paw at her if she got close enough. The open baggie, spoon, lighter and dirty syringe on the coffee table next to her mom’s ashtray were another indication if Hawk ever second guessed herself -not that she needed to.

“Forget I said anything.” Hawk muttered and turned to go back to her bedroom, but Deb stopped her before she made it two steps out of the living room.

“No, no, no! You want some quiet? You want some sleep? Go get it outside. I mean it, you little shit.” Deb demanded, pointing at the front door to the small apartment with the cherry of the cigarette getting dangerously close to where she held it between her index and middle finger. Hawk should’ve just kept her mouth shut, she knew that, but she hadn’t had a good night's sleep in days, add on the grumbling of her empty stomach, and all of it was really getting to her. “You want to tell me how to live under my roof, you have another thing coming.”

“I’m sorry-” Hawk tried to defuse the situation, but her mom was already too far gone.

“Out! And think about why you’re out there tonight before you mouth off to me again.” Hawk let her tears fall then as she nodded and turned to grab her skateboard, a sweatshirt and her backpack from her room before storming past the two junkies who were groping each other on the sofa.

Hawk kept her hood up as she rode around town. From past experience she knew she had a better chance at not being bothered if people couldn’t see that she was visibly a girl, so she just rode and rode wherever her wheels took her until she got to the Strand. She slowed to a stop when she reached Post 8 and kicked her board up so she could carry it to the lifeguard post. Hawk climbed up the ramp and sat at the bottom of the railing, letting her legs dangle as she listened to the ocean. She held onto the railing, her forehead resting on the post, and let herself get comfortable for the night. It wasn’t the first time Deb kicked her out, and it wouldn’t be the last. Usually, if it was still early enough, Hawk would climb the fence to Smurf’s and ask to crash for the night, but it was nearing three in the morning as far as she could tell and she didn’t want to bother the only people who gave a damn about her.

“Quit pounding on my goddamn door!” Deb shouted from inside the second floor apartment. Julia hit her fist against it a few more times for good measure before Deb swung the door open.

“If you’re looking for my ungrateful daughter, she’s not here.” Deb said with a cigarette hanging from her lips as she leaned against the doorframe.

“She’s not at school either.” Julia pressed. “She never skips.” Deb shrugged, flicking the ash on the floor.

“My little valedictorian slept out last night. Figured she’d be with you little shitstains.” Deb blew cigarette smoke directly into Julia’s face. The girl clenched her jaw and her fists as she held herself back from popping the woman straight in the mouth —god knows Deb deserved it with the way she treated Hawk.

“If something happened to her, I swear to god I’m lighting this fucking apartment on fire with you strapped to that goddamn sofa, Deb.” Julia spat. Andrew glared at the older woman from his place behind Julia with his arms crossed. Baz stood behind Andrew, shuffling from foot to foot as he listened to Julia scream at Hawk’s mom. Even with all the teasing he gave Hawk, Baz felt for her. The only difference between their situations was that Hawk’s mom never left visible marks on her —none that he knew about anyway.

“Sure you will, pipsqueak. Now get the fuck away from my door.” Deb slammed the door in Julia’s face and she immediately pounded a fist on it.

“You’re a real Mother of the Year, Deb, you cunt!” She shouted out as Andrew pulled her behind him, but not without kicking the door one final time.

“Come on.” Andrew pushed her towards the stairs that led to the parking lot below them. The trio continued to skateboard around town as they looked for their friend, coming up short everywhere they looked.

Hawk guessed it was around noon when she ultimately made it to Smurf’s. She threw her backpack and skateboard over the fence and hopped over it like she had done a million times before. Smurf’s car was gone and the place was silent as she picked up her skateboard and let herself into the back yard.

She chose a lounger that had an umbrella next to it to lay on and tossed her stuff on the ground beside her before laying face first on the cushions to finally get some sleep.

Hawk’s eyes cracked open when she felt someone pushing her hair back. Smurf was sitting beside her, rubbing her hand up and down Hawk’s arm to rouse her from her nap.

“Hey, baby.” Smurf greeted her. “Why aren’t you at school?”

“Mom kicked me out last night. I didn’t have time to grab clean clothes before I left so I skipped.” Hawk sighed as she slowly sat up, yawning as she stretched.

“And where did you go?” Smurf fished.

“I just skated around the Strand. Hung out at the pier for a while,” Hawk shrugged, picking at a loose string on her well loved Depeche Mode t-shirt. “Then I went to Stand 8 until the sun came up.”

“Why didn’t you come straight here last night?” Smurf leveled Hawk with a look, taking her hand to hold.

“It was almost three in the morning, Smurf.” Hawk shrugged again, not able to meet Smurf’s eyes.

“I don’t care what time it is, a young girl like you wandering the streets at night, even in a place as safe as Oceanside, is incredibly dangerous.”

“I didn’t want to wake anyone up. I was fine on my own for a few hours.” Hawk reasoned.

“You are never on your own, not while you have us. I’ve known you since you were six, baby. You’re family and family is always welcome, no matter what time of day or night, do you understand me?” Hawk nodded reluctantly. “The next time this happens, you come straight here. I mean it.” She nodded again, shrinking into herself at being reprimanded as a learned defense. “Come here,” Smurf pulled Hawk into a hug.

“I bet you’re hungry. How does some lunch sound?” Hawk hadn’t eaten since she had lunch at school the day before. Her mom rarely had anything at the apartment and hunger was something she learned to live with, so she took food when she could get it and Smurf always wanted to feed the kids that came through the house. “While you’re eating I’ll get the guest room tidied up, I’ll grab you a spare change of clothes so you can take a shower and I can wash the ones you’re wearing, and then you can get some real sleep.”

“Thank you, Smurf.” Hawk said softly, relief shining in her eyes as she finally met Smurf’s.

“No thanks necessary, my sweet girl.”

Hawk was given a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts that she had seen Andy wearing before and Smurf took her clothes to throw into the washer outside. She used Julia’s shower and then got settled into the guest room.

“You’re welcome to anything in the house, baby. You don’t need to ask, alright?” Hawk nodded and sat down on the guest bed. Her exhausted body immediately sagged against the mattress and she let herself fall against the pillows without pulling the comforter back.

She was out before her head even hit the pillow.

“You have a good nap, baby?” Hawk could’ve slept twelve more hours in that bed and it wouldn’t have been enough. Still, she nodded because it was the best uninterrupted nap she had in a long time. “Good. You’ll be staying here tonight and I’ll be having a talk with your mother tomorrow, alright?” Smurf placed her pile of folded clothes on the nightstand.

“You don’t have to do that.” Hawk sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.

“No, I really do, baby. Some people just need a good, firm talking to so they can get their act together.” Deb would need more than that, Hawk thought to herself. Smurf came to sit on the edge of the bed next to Hawk and placed a comforting hand on her leg. A brief silence settled between Hawk and Smurf before Hawk spoke. Her bottom lip wobbled and her voice broke before she even got the first word out fully.

“I always think about what I’ve done to have a mom like her, ya know? What have I done in this life or a past life that I deserved everything she’s done to me? Did she always hate me? Did she ever love me?” Hawk shook her head as she brought her hands up to cover her face. She bent forward to rest her elbows on her tights. “Why couldn’t you have been my mom, Smurf?” Hawk whispered as she cried against Smurf when she pulled Hawk against her. The older woman held the back of Hawk’s head to her chest, her other hand soothing the young girl’s back as she shushed her, rocking them both from side to side as they sat on the edge of the guest bed.

“Deb may be a piece of work, but she’s still your mother, baby, and some mothers don’t understand how good they have it when they’ve got a kid like you. I love my boys, I really do, but I wish they were half as smart as you. Julia too. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders in spite of what you’ve been through.”

“She doesn’t even try to hide how much she wishes I wasn’t around. Every time she looks at me I see how much she hates me, Smurf.” Hawk sobbed. “All I ever wanted was for my mom to love me because I love her, but it doesn’t matter how much I love her or what I do to make her happy. Nothing is ever enough.” Smurf pulled Hawk back so she could look at her. One of Smurf’s hands came up to wipe the tears from Hawk’s face.

“You’re loyal, baby. I can’t fault you for that because you should always be loyal to your family even when you feel like you shouldn’t be because that’s what family is. Through the good and the bad, you always put them first.” Hawk listened to Smurf as she continued to rock her.

“I need you to listen to me closely. You are enough. Here, in this house, you are enough. You will always have a place here, do you understand me? I may not be the mother who gave birth to you, but I can give you a mother’s love anytime you need it. Unconditionally, I am here for you, my girl.” Hawk nodded, letting herself fall back into Smurf’s chest so she could wrap her arms around her. If only Hawk knew then that she was submitting herself to the snake of all snakes, playing right into her hand, she would’ve walked straight out of the front door and back home where she belonged.

Maybe she would’ve had more time with her mom.

Maybe her mom wouldn’t have died the way she did.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Hindsight is always 20/20, though.

Smurf’s eyes caught Andrew’s as he stood silently in the doorway, watching the interaction between Hawk and his mother. She saw a flash of jealousy bolt through him, but it was gone just as quick as it came. Smurf, playing it up in front of her eldest son, kissed the top of Hawk’s head. Andrew’s eyes lingered on Hawk as he took in what she was wearing. He swallowed visibly when his eyes fell back to Smurf’s. She gave him a hard look and a tiny tilt of her head that told him to leave. He looked back at Hawk for a few seconds longer, then silently retreated down the hall to his room.

“Why don’t you help me make some dinner. Julia’s been wanting to see you since she got home and she’s already waiting for you in the kitchen. How does that sound?” Hawk nodded, sniffling as she pulled away from Smurf so she could wipe at her eyes. “You stay here as long as you need to, alright? I’ll handle your mother and we’ll go get some of your things after school.”

“It’s done?” Smurf spoke into the phone, the receiver wedged between her cheek and shoulder as she painted her toenails. She looked up from her spot on the sofa in the den and watched the kids horse around outside in the pool as the night dwindled on. She saw Hawk’s smile and grinned when the girl screamed as she got pushed in by Julia.

“It’s done.” The voice confirmed.

“Good.” Smurf finished her final coat and twisted the bottle closed, placing it on the coffee table as she blew on the setting polish. “I’ll pay you a visit tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

One Week Later

“Good riddance.” Andrew mumbled as Deb’s casket was lowered into the ground. Julia elbowed him in the ribs, giving her twin the stink eye, but Hawk heard him all the same and it made her face pinch. She lingered for a moment, tears building, before she excused herself.

“Asshole.” Hawk murmured to him as she walked by Andrew to get away from the small group that showed up for her mother’s burial. Andrew called out Hawk’s name just loud enough for her to hear. He kept his voice low, but his eyes held fire in them.

“For as long as we’ve known you, she’s treated you like trash. Like you didn’t matter.” Andy said as she retreated. Hawk stopped and turned to look over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were bloodshot and she looked absolutely miserable and exhausted. It made Andrew angry that Hawk still gave a piece of herself to her worthless mother even after she was gone. Deb didn’t deserve Hawk, not in the least bit. “She didn’t deserve your tears when she was alive and she sure as hell doesn’t deserve them now.”

“She was my mom, Andy.” Hawk swallowed thickly. “And regardless of what she’s done, I’m still gonna miss her. I don’t expect you to understand that.” She turned back and continued walking with her head down, hugging herself.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Julia asked, her lips pulled back in a grimace as she shoved Andrew lightly.

“It’s the truth.” Andrew looked down at Julia with furrowed brows, anger flashing through his eyes. “We’re supposed to be sad that Deb’s gone? The same Deb who used to hit her? Pull her hair? Talk down to her? The Deb who put her cigarette out on her back because she fell asleep on the couch after school once last year? I’m supposed to feel sorry for her?”

“No, dickhead, but a little empathy for our friend is a good start though. We all know Deb was a nightmare, her own daughter most of all, but you know how she is. She loves with her whole heart even when she knows nothing is going to be given back in the hopes that someday it might be.” Julia explained.

“I get it.” Baz whispered, still looking at the casket as it lowered.

“Enough, you two.” Smurf spat through clenched teeth as she tried to keep a hold of a bouncing Deran at her feet. “Stand still.” Deran stopped moving at the look Smurf gave him. Julia glared at Andrew, then at her mother, before running after Hawk.

Hawk was sitting on the curb in front of Smurf’s car with her arms wrapped around her knees. Julia slowly approached her. Andrew and Baz moved closer to the pair, but gave them enough space to talk.

“Don't listen to him.” Julia said as she sat next to Hawk, her hand coming up to rub Hawk’s back.

“Andy’s right though.” Hawk picked at the skin around her nails.

“Stop that.” Julia tapped Hawk’s hands to separate them. “He still shouldn’t have said it to you, at her funeral of all places. I swear all of my brothers are idiots. Doesn’t look like there’s much hope for Deran either.” Julia tried to lighten the load that weighed her friend down, but she couldn’t get even a twitch of a smile out of her.

“I should be happy she’s gone, but I’m not. I hate that I’m a little bit relieved, but I’m mostly terrified about what’s going to happen now. I don’t have any family left, Julia. I have no one to go to.” Hawk cried, looking out over the rest of the cemetery. “I’m going to get thrown into the system and I’ll never see any of you again. One last “fuck you” from Deb on her way out, I guess.”

Andrew’s eyes never left Hawk from the second Julia sat down. His stomach clenched when he saw Hawk break down against Julia, who looked back at him with worry filling her face.

“That’s not true. You have us. Smurf will pull a rabbit out of her hat –she always does.” There was a piece of Julia that didn’t want Hawk in that house with them, not because she didn’t love her, but because she did. From the outside, from Hawk’s perspective, Smurf was a doting mother who loved her kids. She let them run wild and do whatever they wanted. They had the big house, and the pool, and everything they could want at their fingertips. Smurf took Baz in when he needed her and she always kept her home open to Hawk as well, but Julia was well versed with the game Smurf was playing. She was a piece on the chessboard after all, just as Baz became and just as Hawk was just about to become.

Underneath her worry, there was an even smaller piece of Julia that thought if Hawk was in the house, maybe things wouldn’t be so bad coming from Smurf. Julia felt tears come to her eyes at the uncertainty of what was to come for the both of them.

“Can you promise me something?” Hawk asked, glancing over at Julia.

“Anything.”

“I know you guys like to do dumb things, try stuff…but promise me you’ll never do what she did. Please promise me.” Hawk begged Julia, her eyes pleading.

“I promise.” Julia wrapped her arm around Hawk’s shoulder, pulling her into her side.

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thepolyfoxes · 11 months ago

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#aaron minyard #aftg #jean moreau #jeremy knox #andrew minyard #kevin day #kevin x aaron x jean x jeremy #renee walker #allison reynolds #dan wilds #david wymack #cody winter #lucas johnson #ananya deshmukh #pat toppings #tsc

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cyrilau · 23 days ago

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Werewolves, Mars, and Dhanishta, oh my!

From the charts I’ve read Mars nakshatras and Mars ruled Aries rashi is prominent in actors portraying werewolves. In Teen Wolf: Tyler Posey is Chitra Sun Dhanishta moon, Cody Christian is Ashwini Sun and Chitra Moon, Gage Golightly possibly Ashwini Moon, Daniel Sharman is Ashwini Sun. Dave Legeno who played Fenrir Greyback was a Chitra Sun.

Oliver Reed who played Leon in The Curse of the Werewolf (1961) is Dhanishta Sun and Venus.

Josh Hartnett in Penny Dreadful is possibly Dhanishta moon. Lon Chaney Jr. in Wolf Man (1941) has Sun and Venus in Dhanishta. The iconic David Naughton from An American Werewolf in London (1981) is Dhanishta Sun.

With Dhanishta being such a prominent nakshatra in these charts, I think the concept of “fame” that comes with Dhanishta translates into the archetype of the wolf pack leader, or "alpha". Just as celebrities can become centralized figures and influencers for groups of people, wolf packs are organized in a similar hierarchical system. The drum and the flute are symbols of this nakshatra and I think the trope of wolves howling to summon one another is an extension of these symbols.

Dhanishta is also commonly associated with wealth and the acquisition of riches. Nakshatras are exceptionally multidimensional, encompassing many aspects (including the dualities) of their themes and symbols. Early depictions and stories used werewolves as a story device to depict upper class attitudes towards working class communities. This economic class allegory can be a bit uncouth in execution at times. The ideal intention in this allegory, I think, is to represent the prejudices that are project onto the communities that the wealthy exploit. This is a shadow embodied in Dhanishta, wealth when devoid of a communal basis and extricated into a capital based and exploitive economy produces divisions of class and status. Dhanishta can be seen on both sides of this axis in leaders, icons, and influencers in whichever community they are within. Their power can be exploitive or it can be protective.

Mars’ influence is seen in the themes of dominance, rivalry, and discipline in werewolf media. Depending on the film/book/myth the transformation is typically beyond one’s control and induced by the moon, and/or strong emotions (another lunar theme). Sometimes the transformation can be brought under one’s control by the strength of their will, their self mastery. This is Mars, self conquering and disciplined (Mars exalts in a Saturn ruled Capricorn). Aggression, conflict, vitality, competition, and opposition are all martial by nature and recurrent themes in werwolf stories.

The onset of becoming a werewolf also corresponds with Mars. Generally, one can be born a werewolf, becomes cursed, or they are turned into one due to a blood infection from a bite or scratch. Mars relates directly to injuries, and the blood in the body.

Quintessential tools to fight werewolves are Lunar coded (Mars is debilitated in Moon ruled Cancer). In Vedic Astrology, among the karakas of the Moon are: "silver, herbal medicines, lethargy/laziness, and faith" (Art of Vedic Astrology by Andrew Mason). Silver bullets, wolfsbane medicines, exorcisms, and physically exhausting a werewolf (in Ancient Rome and Greece) are all common remediations against werewolves. The Full moon (Sun opposite Moon) stereotypically initiates the involuntary transformation, reflecting Cancer's debilitation of Mars. Debilitations are not entirely and impossibly negative though, in fact I think they typically encourage profound development of the affected planet. The transformation of weakness into strength present in a lot of werewolf media demonstrates this, and I believe it illustrates how Mars is friends with the Moon despite the Cancer debilitation (Moon neutral towards Mars). Mars must surrender to the Mind (Moon), it's strength, vitality, and force is either constructively directed by the moon/mind or the moon can drive mars mad (literally lunacy lmao).

Werewolves are organized into wolf pack structures and behaviors. Namely; Alpha, Beta, and Omega. Alphas are the leaders, and Betas are the subordinate pack. Originally, these terms are rooted in animal ethology and describe a social hierarchy determined by dominance. Dominance in these structures is established by violence and aggression. Competition is Mars by nature. Interestingly, this language got co-opted and used in a lot of conversations perpetuating toxic masculinity. Naomi Wolf (Chitra ASC), a conspiracy theorist and the previous political advisor to Al Gore, commented that Al Gore was a "beta male" who needs to become an "alpha male" to be taken seriously as a leader. Generally, Mars is associated with socially and culturally constructed definitions of masculinity. Overtime werewolf tropes grew into allegorical tales of violence, and masculinity, in society.

Traditionally, monster literature details experiences of otherness, and includes intricate commentary on the intersection of identity, politics, and power. Werewolf tropes and stories throughout time have consistently tackled these collective shadows.

There are still so many charts that can be drawn on this subject. This is primarily based on actors, and in the next part I would like to focus on authors and individuals actually involved in historic tales about werewolves. I would love to hear any feedback, and ideas, or if you have differing thoughts and opinions on this topic. @invenusworld made a great point that wolves are Ketu and werewolves are Rahu which I totally agree with too. I'm curious to see how the nodes will show up in authors and historic figures' charts?

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