#day 16 angular

[cosmicplexus]

Random Astrology Observations

🌻I wasn't feeling lazy today so this is a bit longer than the usual observation posts🌻

🦋And finally the pricing catalogue is here...at the end of the observations 🦋

Thank you so much my sunflowers🌻your support has been everything. I try my best to respond to your messages and requests. If you haven't received a response, I'm coming 🤍✨

And I tried my best to be reasonable with the prices. Also, I'm not yet doing full chart readings as I am a student with two majors and I'm already struggling with balancing things. In time I will do them. Free one question culture requests are still open, but please don't request for things you see on the pricing catalogue like a big three reading...

I don't want to bore you all too much so here we go🧚🏾‍♀️🦋🌻✨

Astrology Notes...

~4th house Gemini makes for someone who develops family-like bonds in friendships.

~taurus risings tend to be possessive due to the influence of their scorpio 7th house.

~pluto at angular houses 1st, 7th, 4th and 10th is a huge indicator of someone who has had intense experiences in the respective key areas of life and there's spiritual lessons to be learnt regarding that area through transformation.

~libra venus placements may find it really hard to stay single

~7° and 19° venus or moon signs may struggle with the theme of physical perfection and wanting to attain it.

~virgo moons have a tendency of creating problems if they don't have any current ones to solve

~capricorn risings really do look older in their younger days and younger when they're older.

~moon and neptune in 1st house natives may give off the perception that they need saving and may attract people with a martyrdom complex.

~sagittarius, 9th house, 9° and 21° mercuries may have an affinity to music in foreign languages while cancer, 4th house, 4°,16°,28° may enjoy music in their mother tongue

~jupiter in 2nd house and 10th house is heavy lotto winner vibes. Literally and figuratively.

~mercury in 2nd house and at Taurean degrees(2°,14° and 26°) are the born singers

~the 22nd degree is an underrated fame degree...I have a bey's🐝 fame analysis I've been sitting on for a while. That's a conversation for another day.

~pisces venus and mars are the most romantic people in the world which makes me kind of believe the astrology theory of neptune being the higher frequency of venus.

~leo moons really take their hair seriously and may feel out of loop if their hair is not well done.

~want to easily impress a cancer mars man??? Sing praises to your mom. Be dotting around kids.

~girls with 9th house, 9° and 21° Venus are so magically beautiful. Abundance of beauty.

~To a decent degree, liberation of women in society came at the expense of gemini, sagittarius and aquarius venus women being slut-shamed(This is not at all saying other women did not contribute to the liberation of women 🌻✨ That's a conversation for another day)

~neptune plays a huge role in beauty trends and that's why neptune dominant women are usually the beauty influencers which explains why beauty standards are mutable and ever changing.

~jupiter in 7th house can go two ways... extreme luck in meaningful relationships or someone who never has serious relationships and is forever on the look...

~pisces/12th house mercuries and mercury afflicted by neptune are often under fire for being the liars when the real culprit is the sagittarius/9th house mercuries and mercury-jupiter hard aspects.

~I personally view the north node as a jupiter variant. While the general consensus is that it is the purpose we're working for, I do believe that it's also an indicator of our birthrights, innate gifts and where we're lucky.

~Cosmic Plexus🌻🤍

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~Cosmic Plexus🤍✨🌻🦋©️

[dumbmusclehypnojockboy]

Audition

Author's note: @transform4u requested a story, so this one's for him. This is kind of a departure fore me. It's mostly done in first person, which I don't usually do. I hope you enjoy it.

“I wish I didn’t have to remember all these lines,” the words came out as a whisper.  A soft breeze blew in the theater.  “Granted,” it seems to say in the wind that chilled you to the bone.  The words on the script faded away, being replaced with a signed contract with a television company.  Something about documenting your life for the next few months.  Leaving your home and going to a time-share with some other people.  You look at the paperwork confused.  A buzz infiltrating your brain. 

“Rocko”, the director calls me.  I’m confused.  Isn’t my name Richard?  “Rocko Salvatori?  On stage please.”  He looks at me and I head up to the stage for an audition? 

The director looks at me and asks, “Hello, Rocko.  Your resume says your favorite hobby is working out?  Can you tell me about that?”

“Working out?  No, I mean,” images of the time I’ve spent in the gym, dedicating time and sweat and tears to making my pecs and bis grow.  Never skipping leg day.  Always taking creatine mixed with pre workout, downing protein shakes and doing endless crunches...  Gotta take care of the “situation”. 

“Yeah,” I say.  “I go to the gym five days a week.  Can you tell?” 

I flex a bicep that seems to grow out of nowhere.  Ten inches around turns in to 12 inches, turns in to 15 inches, turns in to 20 inches.  I flex my pecs.  Since when do I flex my pecs, I ask myself?  My pecs inflate with newfound muscle.  Growing to a whopping 50 inches around. 

I find my body stretching taller…  legs more so resembling long logs, stretching to the sky, torso stretching out, getting rid of the pudge that used to be there, and developing in to 8 separate rocks, an 8-pack of abs. 

My dick growing longer and longer now resembling a beer bottle in length and girth.  “Fuck yeah, I work out, bro,”  I say. 

The director asks, “I also see that you’ve done some modeling?”

Images of past gigs fill my memory.  That time I was flown down to Cancun to appear on a show for MTV Spring Break.  That photo shoot for a young adult clothing brand.  That one time he posed for Exercise for Men Only.  “Yeah, bro,” you find yourself saying.  “I aced modeling.”  Your face reshapens.  Jawline becoming sharper.  Cheeks becoming  accented, less round, more angular.  Eye brows becoming shaped, more perfect.  Teeth whitening, glowing, straightening.  Eyes becoming more clear, turning from blue to a sharp glowing brown.  Stuble growing around your chin and mouth area.  Your thick black hair standing straight up, held up with a precise amount of Spiker hair gel and a 16-second spray of Got 2 B hair shaper and molder.  You give ducklips pose to the director, and bring out your phone to take a selfie and post it on Instagram. 

The director clears his throat.  “Under life philosophy you just wrote GTL.  What does that mean?”

“Bruh,” you say, your brain rearranging information.  Reprogramming your memories, your thoughts, making you a different person. 

“Bruh, it’s a way of life.  A philosophical kind of being.  Gym, Tan Laundry.  You gotta take care of your bod… your pecs, bis, and abs… I like to look fresh, so everything has to go in to it.  You know, you have to go to the gym the whole week.  Tan.  You have to have color if you didn’t go to the beach.  And then the last thing you need to take care of is the outfit.  You gotta look fresh, you know.  If you don’t look good, you ain’t gonna feel good bro, and then you ain’t gonna have a good night.”

 You give in to the words that are coming out of your mouth.   Gym.Tan.Laundry=LIFE, bruh,  Fuck yeah.  Gotta be FTD, Fresh To Death.  Looking for hunnies DTF.  Down To Fuck.  Hell yeah!  The thoughts running through your head.

“Rocko,” the director says, “it says here that you identify as a Guido?  Can you tell me about that?”

The words go through my head.  Guido… Guido…  Fuck Yeah, I’m a fucking Guido.!  I GTL all day and am DTF all night.  I go out FTD, and get all the pussy I want.  I am so Hot, So Fresh.  I’m a fucking Guido.  “I’m a Guido.  What’s there to explain?  I work out, tan and clean up fresh.  I go out and party all night and bring home the PU-NA-NI, you know what I mean?  And I have over three million followers on my social media.”

Red flashes over the director’s eyes, and a demonic façade flashes over the director’s face, just for a second.  “You’ll be perfect for the next generation of our new reality show, Rocko.”

[hkevisvlsvso]

Oh finally made oc

(Thanks to @zeroskiis who did the oc generator :3 i started to create this because of it but i fell in love with him and made him like really detailed)

So,

Yapping about my oc:

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Basic information:

Name: Lucas Salix Baresi

Age: 16(or like the same age as everyone in the series i just thought it all like as aged up)

Pronouns: he/him(male)

Nationality: 🇩🇪/🇮🇹

Sexuality: panromantic, demisexual

Team: Siegers

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Appearance:

Skin tone: ligh(i think?)

Eyes: gray

Hair: dark brown, messy and uneven hair that reaches roughly a little below the shoulders, and messy bangs (I tried to draw his face, the end result was scary, maybe you'll get a picture of his face someday, if I ever get anything even remotely good done)

Nose: straight and long nose bridge(i don'tknow how to describe it :D...)

Face shape: pretty angular

Special things: his left eye injured when he was 4 yo. Can't now say anything of it cause i don't know how these eyethings work but like there's no pupil or iris and the whole eye is smaller and lower than the other if yk what i mean? He could of course use a glass eye but it looks more cool without it :3

Clothing style: like... downtown boy, crunge, sometimes a bit punkish and everything between these, or just the basic dwk-core clothes :')

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Just some random information:

Hobbies: soccer, skateboarding, making songs, his parents forced him to take guitar lessons so he learned chords there and now he's saving money for an electric guitar cause it would be cool to play it, and he enjoys making lyrics too

Favorite food: nuggets :3

Likes: skateboarding, waching people drawing, rain, night, adrenaline, climbing on things and buildings that are illegal to climb, high places,speed,freedom, peace, writing

Dislikes: his parents, being stuck in some people or places or situations, apples

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Some lore/idk just everything you need to know about him:

☆ he lived next door to Michi when he was like 0-8 years old so he became friends with Michi. When he was 9, his dad got a good job and they became rich(well, not rich like Deniz or Markus but they had been like really broke before) and moved to a more expensive and big house. Lucas transferred to another school closer to his new home, but he still spent time with Michi in his freetime. One day Michi introduced Lucas to his schoolmates and Lucas started hanging out with them all and that's how he became a part of Siegers. Lucas lived quite far from all the other Siegers, so he wasn't always with them, that's probably why it took so long until he even heard of the Wild bunch. Once when he was just playing soccer alone, Deniz saw him and they played together and spent the whole evening together, but Deniz didn't tell about his team. They had fun and Lucas thought that Deniz is really cool and wanted to be better friends with him, but before he could tell Deniz his address, his mom just came to him and told him to come home, so lucas just said bye and ran away cause he thought it was embarrassing. Then like 5 days after that when lucas was chilling with Siegers, they saw the Wild Bunch(yea i still have no idea what to call them :'D). Lucas saw how mean Michi was to them, and saw how cool the Wilden Kerle looks and saw Deniz there and Deniz looked at lucas and looked firstly a bit shocked and then just angry and Lucas immediately knew he wanted to be friends with the Wild bunch and kick Michi's ass but he couldn't do it. At some point, when Lucas is an angsty teenager, he starts to argue with his parents often and be less and less at home and more and more hang out with Siegers. He doesn't want to be their friend anymore but he doesn't have anyone else so he has to be with them or be alone. Of course he would choose to be alone, but if he leaves Siegers, he becomes their enemy, and no one wants to be enemies with Siegers. Hanging out more with Siegers means seeing more The wild soccer bunch too, Lucas just looks at them and wants to do something while the Siegers are beating them. He wants to hang out with wilde kerle (and Adam!! Lucas has seen him too and said like two words in his life to him, but he thinks Adam is cool and wants to be his friend). But he is stuck in siegers and hopeless lonely shit. What happens next? Does Lucas leave the siegers? And if yes, will he ever become friends with Wilden Kerle? Can the wild bunch ever forgive his past? The story is not over yet...

(Oookay what the fuck)

☆ he has come out to almost everyone else in the world except his parents(they are really strict and conservative)(lucas is trans if i haven't told it already, i don't remember :') )

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Ohh hell yohh tried to draw his clothes:

[hurricane-tsunemasu]

“…Hi. My name is Hayami, and i’m a transfer student from Hokkaido. I hope we can all get along.”

✦ Basic Oc info:

Name: Hayami Tsunemasu

Nicknames: Tsune, Ami

Age: 17

Height: 5’10

Birthplace: Hokkaido, Japan

Gender/pronouns: Intersex, He/they/it

Orientation: Greyromantic Polysexual, heavy masculine lean

Personality: Quiet, closed off, short tempered, blunt, antisocial, abrasive

Year two, class 2 student at PK Academy, transfer from hokkaido

Hayami is suspected to be a psychic who uses atmokinesis(has control over the weather) but that is simply speculation from people from his previous school. These are just rumours.

✦ Tags:

#Hayami Yaps - Hayami post

#Forecast - Hayami reblogs

#Calm before the storm - Answering asks

#Hayami forgot his umbrella - Rp starters

#Socialising - Rp tag

#Tsunemasu lore - lore tag

#Stag posting - mod posts

#Stag found this - mod reblogs

#Stag answers - mod asks

#Stags silly scribbles - Mod art / writings

Any sensitive topics will be tagged accordingly

!!Ooc and character description below the cut!!

✦ Blog info:

Hayami is an oc for The Disastrous Life Of Saiki K :)

You might know Hayami as ⛈️ anon :3 (yay i made the blog after kicking my anxiety in the ass!!)

I would like to keep this blog to be strictly 16+ with no NSFW. Hayami is a minor!! Silly flirting and jokes are fine, but anything i deem too far will be deleted!

Mod is a self shipper, and is open to (platonic and romantic only) multishipping!

Mod uses he/him pronouns, and you can refer to me as Stag!!

Mod follows from @transfrogwithcoolsocks

Mod has insane social anxiety so i apologise if i come off as awkward or rude (i’m just a little guy)

Mod has the worst memory known to mankind, so if i send multiple asks it is because i forgot that i already sent one(i am sorrgy)

Any photos i use in posts will be found on Pinterest.

My other RP blogs are: @canineriot-fenrir @meet-the-trapper-tf2 @redhead-string-shredder @crutches-n-stitches @ultimate-exorcist-chyrche @darling-idol-hoshiko @dutch-bunny-rabbit @stupid-fishbait-moray @aussie-menace-dingo @kerosene-n-gasoline @lt-morse

✦ Rp info:

Rp will look like this:

[Actions and such go here]

“Talking will be like this”

✦ Physical description of Hayami:

Hayami is 5’10, and has a slim physique, looking quite feminine and androgynous due to his build.

His face is angular and sharp, their eyes are mustard yellow and always look bored or irritated, with some slight eye bags underneath.

Hayami has long dark green hair that reaches its back. He keeps the bangs swept to the side, and the sides of their head shaved.

It’s usual attire consists of a mixture of the PK academy uniform, a white shirt teal gakuran or cardigan(depending on the day), teal skirt with mismatched pattern socks and black loafers. He wears some silver hairclips in their hair, and some bead bracelets.

When it is not in school, their usual clothes consist of baggy jeans or cargo shorts, baggy graphic Tshirtd and hoodies, comfortable boots or trainers, leg warmers or long socks and a sheepskin jacket during cold weather.

✦ Interact list:

Please do interact:

Saiki k Rp blogs

Rp blogs in general

Anons

Saiki k ocs

Other ocs(from any fandom!)

Nice people

Do not interact:

Basic DNI

Pedophiles

Transphobes/homophobes

Racists

Creeps

(Some tags just so I don’t flop. Sorry for the bother!!)

@m33t-m1k0t0 @trainwithhairo @myeyesarebiggerthanmybladder @totallynotapsychic @angelwinkteruhashi @thejetblackwing @motorbikelover101 @goldenboymetori @plzgivefood @anpu-will-steal-the-show @psychicdelicz

[daily-bucket-kizuchi]

1. Summer job

2. Beach day

3. Ice cream

4. Holiday

5. Psychological warfare

6. Flowers

7. Happy ending

8.  Mermaid

9. Outfit swap

10. Role swap

11. Coffee

12. Fantasy au

13. Arcade

14. Day out

15. Pets

16. Coffee

17. Wings

18. Lazy day

19. Garden

20. Crossover

21. Headcanon

22. Zoo

23. Music

24. Bubbles

25. Sunglasses

26. Angular

27. Copybook (draw in a copy if you have one)

28. Baking

29. Dressup

30. Greenblings

31. No reference

Here are all the prompts for the month of Kanna! The event won't start until the 1st of July but I'm posting the prompts early so that people can start but please hold the posting until the 1st of July. The tag will be #month of Kanna and I'd love if people tagged me so I can reblog everybodies stuff!

[huntressao3]

Dr. Vyle

Age: 54

Profession: Head of R&D at Vykker’s Labs 16, surgeon

Species: Vykker

Dr. Vyle is the head of Research and Development at Vykker’s Labs 16, one of the most notorious laboratories on Oddworld and one of the only airships in the Conglomerate’s possession . Dr. Vyle is immediately recognizable by his four sleek metal arms, which replace his natural ones. These arms, each equipped with different surgical tools and gadgets, were self-engineered after a catastrophic lab accident left him permanently disfigured. His decision to create and graft these arms onto himself was driven by both necessity and his relentless obsession with scientific advancement. The arms provide him with enhanced precision during surgeries and experiments, allowing him to carry out intricate tasks faster than any other vykker.

Dr. Vyle’s perpetually furrowed brow and deep-set, glowing yellow eyes and sharp, angular features give him a look of constant, simmering anger—even when he’s simply focused on his experiments. As the head of Research and Development, Dr. Vyle oversees the most disturbing and groundbreaking experiments at Vykker’s Labs 16.

His expertise in surgery is unparalleled, and he often performs grotesque modifications on creatures for the Magog Cartel. From gene splicing to organ harvesting, Vyle is at the forefront of Oddworld’s most heinous scientific practices. His office is a chaotic mess of surgical tables, glass tubes filled with mysterious fluids, and rows of grotesque specimens—many still alive—suspended in jars. His mechanical arms allow him to conduct multiple procedures at once, making him a whirlwind of efficiency. However, this mechanical precision is also what makes him detached from any sense of empathy or morality

Dr. Vyle is intensely focused on his work, with little patience for distraction or incompetence. He’s known for being cold, calculating, and unfriendly, even among his fellow Vykkers, including his personal assistant, Lenny. His demeanor is clinical, but there’s a barely-contained frenzy in the way he operates. When presented with a new challenge or discovery, he becomes obsessively excited, though this excitement often takes a sinister form, especially when it involves invasive procedures or dissection. Like most other vykkers, Vyle has no moral compass—he views everything through the lens of monetary value and scientific curiosity. He is perpetually irked by anything that disrupts his carefully constructed world, and nothing vexes him more than unpredictability—especially when it comes in the form of one particular human girl.

Dr. Vyle’s life took an unexpected turn when he stumbled upon the human girl, Evie, floating unconscious in a river when the interns at the lab were retrieving captured test subjects in the forest. When she was first brought to him, he was immediately intrigued by her pale skin and unfamiliar anatomy with Vyle initially referring to the creature as “Specimen 117” with Vyle believing that she was some form of mutated mudokon or evolutionary offshoot until he heard her calls herself a “human”. Vyle’s excitement grew immensely when he realized that he could be dealing with an entirely new species that was likely worth astronomical amounts of moolah.

At the lab, the subject refused to cooperate despite her very obvious fear, and found ways to grate on Vyle’s nerves, with her yelling strange phrases and disrupting the invasive experiments Vyle attempted to perform on her. Evie one day freed herself from the lab by wiggling out of her restraints, knocking Lenny in the head, and stealing an elum meant to be used in an experiment and freeing several other test subjects before escaping the lab atop the elum.

The loss of Evie has enraged Vyle, and he has since issued a hefty reward for her return, spreading the lie that she is in fact a dangerous mutant and a threat to Oddworld. His reputation- and a significant amount of profits- rests on retrieving this elusive “human” and he will stop at nothing to have her back.

[draco-after-dark]

I was away for like some months, and now you changed your art style... *missing the old art style*

You’d have to kill me to stop me from drawing in cubes

I’ve just been working on a larger scale art piece for a good while now… the canvas time is already up to 16 hours and I’m not done of the line Art yet. Please send help.

The ‘squishy’ or ‘jelly bean’ style I adapted just came purely from me being bored one day and I wanted to draw toe beans. Toes beans just don’t translate very well into my angular style. >:[ Not yet anyway. Plus I have a bad habit of getting distracted when working on larger or more elaborate art works. But it will be worth the wait. Just trust me on this. I’ll finally have a coloured piece done of ALL the Feral bros.

[bacchant-of-dionysus]

Some thoughts on the concept and importance of faith

When I was praying today I was as honest with Dionysus as I’ve ever been. I told him exactly how I felt - that I felt like a failure, that I was unworthy of him and that I was utterly exhausted. I’ve been caring for my partner who is in the depths of autistic burnout and it’s been utterly draining. My skin has broken out, my jaw is tense, I have angular cheilitis (those cracks that form at the side of your mouth from stress), I’m nauseous, sleeping four 12-16 hours a night and still tired, my shoulders and back are aching and I’ve been neglecting my worship. I’ve barely recovered from my own bout of autistic burnout. I’m not out of the woods and I’m already martyring myself again in the name of love. It’s strange. I don’t do it out of a desire for praise or reward - I don’t even think my partner truly recognises how much effort I put in and how much of myself I give to her well-being. It’s not obligation either. The closest word for it is somewhere between love and duty.

Today I lay down by his shrine and closed my eyes. It felt like I was giving in entirely, placing all my faith in him. I know he watches out for me. I have so much faith. It is what keeps me going. Faith in my partner’s recovery, faith in my god, faith in my own strength and resilience. It took a certain level of hardship and desperation for my faith to be forged to its true potential. I never valued faith like I do now. I wear faith like armour around my heart. It reinforces my bones. Faith drives me to get out of bed each morning and try again. I may be sensitive. I may be thin skinned. I may cry a lot. But through faith I am resilient and unbreakable. I refuse to give up on her. I refuse to give up on myself. And I refuse to give up on my god.

When the world seems hopeless, the only thing left is faith. Not even religious faith, but faith in yourself, your loved ones, humanity, the universe etc.

So, if you take anything from this post, may it strengthen your faith. Faith drives courage, perseverance and resilience. It drives compassion, innovation and unflinching love.

At first, it is something you must remind yourself to have. ‘Remember, most people are kind.’ ‘Remember, she loves you.’ ‘Remember, this will pass.’ And then, one day, it is ingrained in how you think. ‘I will be okay because people are kind, I am loved and this will pass.’

The gods love you. Have faith in that.

[viperra1]

2, 3, 5, 10, 12, 16, 23, 24, 29!! :)

2. Are they a canon main character? (Lone Wander, Courier Six, etc.)

Vulture is a canon Fallout: New Vegas character, the Courier Six!

3. What is their SPECIAL?

Fun fact!

When I first created Vulture, I thought that I would play with him for a day or two max, so I haven't saved his starting SPECIAL. At all. So please don't hit me if I recalled them wrong lmao :'D

Start of the game: s6 p8 e3 c7 i3 a7 l8

Endgame + gear: s8 p9 e5 c7 i4 a8 l8

5. What is their highest skill? Lowest?

Highest skills: Speech, Lockpicking, Sneak, Survival

Lowest skills: Medicine, Energy Weapons and Barter

10. What language(s) do they speak?

Spanish and English!

12. Can they read, write, and/or do math?

He can read and write, but he cannot consume large amounts of information by reading, and it might be difficult for him to write if his joint pain is too strong.

His handwriting is messy, too. I try to write his speech bubbles with this angular, scratched font because of this!

His science skill is a bit wonky and it was his lowest until some point in the game (his INT was at a 3 at the start of the game). He religiuosly pestered Arcade and other Followers of the Apocalypse to teach him a bit of maths and other sciency stuff, so he's good now :)

16. What is their biggest regret

All of the Divide.

He regrets it almost every single day, seeing Marked ones in his dreams, wondering what his past self could've done different, wondering what he had even done, because he does not remember.

Worst of all, near the end of the Lonesome Road events, he's pressed to choose between three terrible choices, and he regrets the fact that he was to choose at all - he thinks, every day, that maybe he could've been faster, or stronger, or smarter, and maybe that would've been enough to unlock a more neutral option for him (it wouldn't have been). Maybe he could've prevented Ulysses from setting the bombs to go off (he couldn't have).

23. How do they feel about physical touch / affection?

Answered here! <3

24. Do they have a romantic partner or partners?

YES!!

His one and only endgame lover is Boone, though Vulture did have a brief casual romance with a man he met in Gamorra casino.

It was at the beginning of the game, though - he and Boone were just at the beginning of a tentative friendship at that time.

29. What is their moral alignment / karma?

Evil, then Neutral!

He's a thief and he lost most of his karma looting all of the Goodsprings + Primm + Novac lmao :"D

He also does not forgive nor forget some things that were done to him or his loved ones, and that affected him, too.

[themuseumwithoutwalls]

MWW Artwork of the Day (11/16/24) Nok culture (Nigeria) Character laying one's chin on one's knee (6th c. BCE-3rd c. CE) Terracotta sculpture, 38 cm. high Musée du Louvre, Paris

Most African sculpture was historically in wood and other organic materials that have not survived from earlier than at most a few centuries ago; older pottery figures are found from a number of areas In West Africa, the earliest known sculptures are from the Nok culture which thrived between 500 BCE and 500 CE in modern Nigeria, with clay figures typically with elongated bodies and angular shapes. The Nok culture was considered to be the earliest sub-Saharan producer of life-sized Terracotta. Little is known of the original function of the pieces, but theories include ancestor portrayal, grave markers, and charms to prevent crop failure, infertility, and illness.

[magcargos]

Day 16: Rock

i fell behind (again) due to some personal things, but i'm gonna catch up (again)! for the rock type, i chose another gen 5 favorite, gigalith. though i never got one in-game (damn you trade evolutions!), it's one of my favorites. i feel like it's basically just a giant dog except it's, well, 600 pounds and made of rocks. anyway, i tried to incorporate its angular, faceted design by designing a knight in a spiky (and pretty spiffy, if i do say so myself) suit of armor!

[mysticsparklewings]

Obscutober 2024 Day 14: Octonary 8️⃣

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Octonary (adj.)

relating to or based on the number eight; consisting of eight; in sets of eight

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Yet more evidence I did not arrange the prompt list as carefully as I could have. 😅

BIG missed opportunity to make this the word for Day 8, or at the very least Day 16 (because multiples of 8, etc.) 

Oh well! 🤷‍♀️

Click the "Keep Reading" and we'll talk a little more about my thoughts/process for the art...and some frustration caused by the posting mishap I got started with today. 🙃

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You were going to get a nice, properly typed description for this piece today, but then Google Chrome decided it hates me and crashed with no warning whatsoever and DeviantArt's new Studio Submission Portal has the exact same STUPID fatal flaw that kept me using the Sta.sh Editor to get art submissions ready for years instead of the standard submission portal—It either can't or won't reliably auto-save as you type. 🤬🤬🤬🤬 [Context: I start typing out these long descriptions on dA first since that's been my primary posting place for years and I'm used to their font, formatting, and emoticons; And only semi-recently I started copy & pasting them over here on Tumblr, which is why this rant is still relevant here.]

Just when I had about warmed up to the "Studio," here I am FURIOUS all over again that DeviantArt, in all their infinite wisdom and updates no one asked for, STILL cannot be bothered to program freaking auto-save into the submission portal AND they took away the ability edit text in Sta.sh so you don't even have an on-site alternative option that will auto-save anymore.

I'm so mad. I'm SO mad. At the core I'm not even that mad specifically about the content I lost today, but the everything else it represents and is conceptually tied into. And I so don't have time to really get into that right now because I have to re-do something for this description other than just being angry because I have other things to do today and this has already set my schedule back badly enough as it is.

Allow me one more moment to scream in frustration:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARARARARRARARAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Alright. Now then.

You get a very basic bullet point list actually about the art because that's all I think I can manage through my ire at the moment:

This prompt, much like Day 11 serves as more evidence that I didn't curate the list as carefully as I could have. There was very much a missed opportunity to make this the word for Day 8, or maybe at least 16 or 24 since those are multiples of 8.

I opted to keep things simple for the mandala. Not as simple as just using the "8" shape over an over because I thought that would be too limiting and boring. I Googled "Octonary" to see if anything visually helpful would come up and found this webpage talking about "Octonary" paths that the Knight piece might take in a Chess game.

After starting with a big Octagon as a base, I took inspiration from the diagrams on that webpage to fill the space. I started with a big 4-point division from one of the diagrams that resembles the iron cross, but ended up modifying the lines into more of an 8-point star shape because the 4-point divison wasn't working for me with all the other 8-based motifs.

And I did still use a fair bit of those 8-based shapes to try and bring in some more softness since the Chess-inspired bits were all very straight and angular.

In general I tried to work in 8's where possible, but there were some things that slipped through that I'm purposefully not going to call specific attention to beyond this sentence acknowledging they exist.

More interesting that the mandala itself is probably the color scheme. How do you make a color scheme based on the number 8? 🤔 Traditionally, that would've been more difficult to answer. But digitally, I was able to take advantage of hex codes. I specifically looked up colors that only use the number 8 and/or 0 and started with those, and then at the very end added in two light grays that also add B and E because I needed some additional lightness I just wasn't getting with the 8's and 0's alone.

More specifically, if you're curious, my exact color palette was:

#888888 - Base medium grey for the whole thing

#000888 - dark blue

#800008 - darkish red

#080808 - near-black

#888000 - dull "gold"

#B8B8B8 - lighter grey

#E8E8E8 - lightest grey

I did toy with #088888 (teal-ish) and #800080 (dark fuchsia-y), but after reviewing my options for what I might use as a song pairing on Instagram (remember I mentioned that being a unique challenge with these on Day 12), they felt a little too at odds with the color scheme made by the others.

I do think the dark blue made this color scheme come out a little more similar to previous days that I really wanted, but by the time I realized that I could not be bothered going back to change it, so it is what it is.

If the coloring looks a little funny otherwise, I tried to add the colors still using just figure-8 shapes and then blending/blurring the splotches out to get better coverage. Probably kind of pointless and uncessary considering how the final product looks, but I couldn't help myself.

I don't think this is the strongest piece of the month by a long shot, but as I've said before they can't all be super complex or amazing. [And for the record, I thought that before the lost-description mishap.] In any case, I like my solution to the color scheme "problem" and there are still some good ideas/motifs within the mandala, even if the whole package maybe didn't come together as nicely as it could have.

...I think that's everything I wanted to mention. It's hard to tell after being so thoroughly derailed from my original thought-flow. 😠

But that's at least all I can think of at the moment, so I should probably leave this here and get on with cross-posting. Cross-posting is normally my least favorite part of the process and starting off with such a bag experience trying to get this far does not feel like a good omen for how that's going to go.

Wish me luck and happier thoughts, Sparklers—I'm going to need a lot of both. 😤

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yeah i doubt it

11:07 p.m. on my table still but in a happier state than before

I came on here because I just redownloaded all of my socials after deleting the apps to focus on work and real life situations (which always get a little hectic around the holidays), so I only just now saw Franco Colapinto's video where he states that he is a Sagittarius rising, and in the same breath says he is a Pisces descendant.

Which is, you know. Wrong. Pisces is the IC, Gemini is the DSC point if you have a Sagittarius ASC no matter what house system you use because the angles are angled in such a way that they are roughly around 90-180 deg away from each other.

Buuuut Astrotheme, one of my beloved astrology sites, has recently update 43's chart rating as A, as collected by Sy Scholfield. He is listed as Sagittarius rising through memory- which I'm assuming is also based on that video where he says it to a fan, as it was calculated in the second decan of Sagittarius at 16 degrees- the literal middle of the whole 30 degrees of the sign.

As much as I love Astrotheme (it's got a good database despite being free software, much like astro-seek and astro.com), I don't think it should be rated A even if it did come straight from the horse's mouth. It is completely plausible that he- by virtue of being early 2000s Gen Z as well as being a native Spanish speaker*- would remember his Rising sign better than his Descendant sign (which is generally only calculated or mentioned, really, when in terms of partners/girlfriends/boyfriends of relationship astrology, because usually guys his age mostly know about astrology because of girls his age), but he could have had someone really give him a reading and detailing his chart, and him being confused in the moment about which term was used in which.

In whichever case, according to Franco himself, he would still be a mutable Ascendant point, either a Virgo or Sagittarius rising, and his Gemini Sun would be angular, either in 7H of partners/contracts or 10H of career/public image.

While I think there is still every chance that he has Virgo rising- he doesn't look like it. He is too chill to be one- as Virgo is ruled by Mercury (the mind), and they are flighty and nervous and tend to have obsessive worries and whatnot. He just looks like a chill guy.

To be fair, he doesn't look much like a Sagittarius rising either. His Taurus placements shine through so much (6H in Sagittarius, 9H in Virgo) with those sleepy eyes, more prominent neck when compared to other racers, and a softness to his face that is usually not present when someone has Pluto in Sagittarius on the 1H of the self.

He is also young. He has yet to grow into his face. It will change, the same way that Charles Leclerc's [Libra Sun-Scorpio ASC] face went from baby Harry Potter to Monegasque fanon Tony Stark after puberty, or Max Verstappen's [Sagittarius Rising-with Mars in 1H] face looking less swollen, red-faced and puffy as he grows older**, or Esteban Ocon [night chart, Leo rising with Mars and Venus in 1H] and Lewis Hamilton [possible day chart, possible Pisces rising with Venus and Mars in 1H] having the sharpness (Mars) of their faces be smoothed out with fat (Venus, to a lesser degree than Jupiter) as Venus matures after 25 years of age so they look more oval than arrow-like.

It doesn't matter though- as long as he's not on the grid for the 2025 season, there wouldn't be a need to read the astroweather for him, as I don't watch F2.

(30) 11:50 p.m.

*I will always assume that any native Spanish speaker outside of the Philippines and Spain casually knows at least their Sun, Moon, and Rising because of famous Puerto Rican astrologer Walter Mercado and the popularity of his readings. The Philippines, while superstitious, generally practice a lot more folk Catholicism, Chinese astrology, and Feng Shui owing to their neighbors, and I don't know much about Spain's occult situation.

**Mars in a person's chart matures after 28 years. Since it is a racing planet, expect for him to face some challenges next year, since he is a day chart and Mars is the malefic out-of-sect. Ocon's night chart (but sad Solarian placement) would be good to compare with his as he is also a fellow 1H Mars who has already turned 28 in 2024.

[wolves-and-dragons]

A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 41

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Chapter 40

Synopsis: Though Aemond has reunited with his long lost cousin after six years, the reunion may not be as happy as he would've anticipated. Aemma also reunites with another person, and one she hasn't seen in 16 years.

CW: Strong language, violence.

"Aemond...is that you?"

Aemma slowly got off, allowing Aemond to sit up. Both staring at each other, as if one and the other couldn't believe their own eyes.

Aemond took this time to see what it was he was looking at. It had been six years since he'd seen his cousin. She had grown a little taller, though not quite as tall as he had become. She looked a little leaner, some muscular built to her physique. Her hair, still silver blonde yet partially covered in dirt at the ends, was shorten, cut from her waist up to above her shoulders. Her attire had also changed, from silk dresses to a leather tunic and trousers that have clearly seen better days. 

Aemma, in contrast, had to take in the person before her. This was Aemond, hard as it was for her to believe. No longer was he that quiet little boy she knew back in Westeros. He had grown taller, leaner, his jawline had a more angular shape to it, prominent cheekbones. His own silver blonde hair had grown passed his shoulders. 

 She could hardly believe the boy before her was now a man grown... But then she started remember the last time they saw each other, how it fell apart- the cruel words he had said to her in his anger.

Before either side could exchange words, something rustled in the bushes, getting both their attention. Aemma tensed, fearing that the witcher Letho had found her as he had promised.

Instead, a lithe white creature jumped from the bush, needle sharp teeth bared for all to see, staring at the two like they were prey for it to pounce and feast upon. Aemond was quick to draw his sword and point it at the monster. "Aemond, wait!" Aemma pulls on his arm. "Stay behind me," Aemond insists. "Aemond, that's a nekker. You don't know how to fight one of those," Aemma insists back. "And you do?" Aemond scoffs, giving his cousin a rather incredulous look. "In fact I do," Aemma states, "but not right now, I don't have my sword on me." "Sword?"

The nekker lunged at the two. Despite being only armed with a knife, Aemma was quick to draw it and slash it against the monster, distracting it long enough for her to grab Aemond by the arm and retreat in the opposite direction. 

"What are you doing?" Aemond calls out. "There's probably more of them!" Aemma explains, "We probably stumbled upon a nest close by. We have to get away from there as far as possible." "How do you even know?" "I read of monsters before, Aemond, remember? When we were children?" 

"How did you manage to escape?" Aemond changes the subject. "Escape?" "The bandits? The elf ones." Aemma stopped running, unaware of their current surroundings, "How did you know about that?"

Before Aemond could provide an explanation, the ground began to move under them, and the two fell through hole, stumbling into whatever was underground.

"Ow...," Aemma groans, rubbing where she landed. She looks to see Aemond was unharmed as he struggled to get back on his feet. "What just happened?" Aemma didn't know how to answer, but she took a cursory glance of the environment. It looked like some kind of large room, the walls beautifully sculpted, something that was still obvious in spite of the vines and plants that have grown in as a result of severe disuse. The walls appeared to be decorated with murals depicting various landscapes and elven figures long forgotten. The center was a pool, with a waterfall at one side to fill it up.

"I think we just stumbled into some elven ruins," Aemma realizes. "What?" "There are many like this on the Continent," Aemma explains, "evidence of the elven cities that were once here before humans came and drove the elves from their homes. The elves either destroyed or buried these places underground to keep the humans from discovering them."

Aemond looked around, hoping to find some kind of outlet for them to escape, "there's no way out of here," he concludes. Aemma sighed, "looks like it," she agrees, tapping against the walls with hopes of finding a weak spot, "maybe if we had like a tool or something to chisel out the wall, we could make an exit of our own."

Aemma looked over to the pool, realizing how thirsty she was after weeks of Scoia'tel captivity and being subjected to inadequate rations. She walked to the edge of the pool, kneeling to her belly before plunging her head in to take in as much water as she could. She wasn't sure how clean this spring water was, but she didn't care, more concerned about quenching her thirst. Aemond stared as she did so, seeing more of the contrast between the Aemma he once knew- the well behaved princess- to the Aemma of now, dressed as a peasant and not giving a damn about manners or appearance in favor of satiating a current need.

Once quenched, Aemma popped her head up, catching her breath before sitting up. The dirt from her hair had washed away, revealing the Valyrian blonde once again.

The two cousins made eye contact once again. "You didn't answer my question from before," Aemma breaks the silence. Aemond stared at the ground briefly and then looked at the pool before he made his answer, "the bandit leader sent a message intended for my father. Mother and grandsire were the ones to receive it. Something about justice for the elves for crimes committed against them twenty years ago...by your father." Aemma's eyes widen some, remembering what Iorveth had told her concerning the damage her father caused during his time on the Continent. "They sent a lock of your hair as evidence that they had you in their custody," Aemond continues, sitting down, "they were planning to send you back to King's Landing piece by piece if your father failed to show to face their justice. Mother sent Ser Criston and Ser Ivan here to bring you back before they could do you any harm."

"Your mother- wait, Ser Ivan? He's a knight now?" "Sworn oaths to the Kingsguard two years ago shortly after he was knighted," Aemond confirms, "he's carried out his duties faithfully as such ever since." "Did you mother send you as well?" Aemma asks, knowing Alicent wouldn't have want to put her second born son in any kind of danger willingly, "or did your grandsire send you?" "Neither," Aemond shakes his head, "I stow away on the ship to Novigrad, the same one Criston and Ivan took. How did you get away from the bandits?"

"...I bid my time," Aemma tells him, "waited for the right moment to escape." "How did they even catch you in the first place?" Aemond questions, almost frantic, "how did...Aemma, where did you go? Where were you these last six years?"

"I...I don't quite know how to explain it," Aemma admits, "not in a way that you would understand." "Than make me understand," Aemond huffs, the same words she once heard from the young prince when they were children and he would admonish her for sneaking out of the Red Keep at night to go to the docks. Aemma averted her gaze lightly before she explained, "...after Driftmark- after our....disagreement, I took a walk outside the castle. One minute I was out amongst the dunes, the next I was running...until I found myself here on the Continent. I can't quite explain how or why I did. But then I met someone, who taught me how to use a sword and then I spent the next six years traveling the Continent." "Why?" "To find my mother," was Aemma's answer, "It turns out she's not dead. Somehow she survived the pogrom in Rivia. She was taken by these wraiths, the Continentals call them the Wild Hunt. I've been trying to track them down  and rescue my mother."

"Hm," was Aemond's response to all of this. Still thinking of her mother this whole time, to the point where Aemma would even go to the ends of the Earth to find her, even if it would put herself in mortal danger.

Aemma took notice of the disapproving look Aemond was given, something that hasn't really changed. He never did approve of Aemma's doings outside the Red Keep when they were younger, always believing she was needlessly putting herself at risk to find knowledge in forbidden places.

"How fares everyone else? In our family that is?" Aemma decides to question, "Last I heard, Aegon and Helaena were betrothed to one another. Did that go through?" Aemond nods, "both were wed five years ago as soon as my sister flowered. They have three children together. The oldest are twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. And a son Maelor." Aemma made a small smile; while she had a feeling Aegon wouldn't be as involved, she imagined Helaena would've made a decent mother. "I imagine your mother dotes on them as a grandmother." "She does," Aemond confirms, while also debating if he should disclose some of the depraved things he's heard Aegon carry out when he wasn't busy performing his duties with his wife, which caused Alicent a certain level of grief.

"What about my sisters?" Aemma decides to ask. "...your father's family has spent the six years on Dragonstone. Except for Baela, she's was taken to ward on Driftmark by Princess Rhaenys. Lord Corlys has spent the last six years warring in the Stepstones once again. I heard he brokered an alliance with some noble from those isles close to the Continent. Skell-Skill...?" "Skellige," Aemma realized, "one of the jarls I wager. And what of Rhaenyra and Laenor?"

"You...don't know?" Aemond frowns a bit. "I don't know what?" "Ser Laenor Velaryon was murdered shortly after you disappeared," Aemond slowly explains, "Rhaenyra and her children took residence on Dragonstone thereafter...as your father's new wife."

Aemma's eyes widen once again, placing a hand over her mouth in an attempt to contain the shock she felt from this revelation.

Laenor was dead, her stepmother's brother. She had fond memories of him back in King's Landing as well as Driftmark. He was kind to her, treated her as he treated his sister's daughters with fondness and kindness. Aemma wasn't so sure what was more shocking, Laenor being killed...or that Rhaenyra married Daemon after that. Aemma wasn't so surprised if she was honest. She had memories of when Daemon spoke of her cousin, the certain fondness he had for her. It seemed mutual for Rhaenyra whenever she spoke of her uncle. There was some sort of tension between the two Aemma had picked up on at some points in her life, yet she could never really pinpoint its cause.

The fact they married said it all to her. 

So now Aemma's cousin had become her new stepmother, and her sons now her brothers. Part of her wanted to inquire of Jace, Luke, and Joffery, but she also remembered what happened on Driftmark; it was likely talking of those three would be a particular sore spot for Aemond, especially where little Luke was concerned.

"I'm sorry Aemma," Aemond says, meaning it. "...why did you come here, Aemond? Why did you come to the Continent?"

"I came for you," Aemond tells hers, making Aemma lightly scoff. "But why? Why come all this way to rescue someone you hate?" "I don't hate you." "Oh really? I was under the impression any affection you felt for me was long gone." Her eyes narrow, glaring at Aemond, "what was it you said to me? Oh yes, I remember now. 'Go spread your legs for whomever will have you, as your own mother had.' That's what you said to me. Those were the last words you said to me before you departed back to King's Landing."

Aemond was silent, a sense of shame creeping up on him, "...I said unkind things to you in anger," he admits. "It wasn't just unkind, Aemond, it was cruel," Aemma sneers, standing up, "and I don't want to hear if you meant them or not, they were still cruel all the same. You were my best friend, Aemond, and you threw that all away with those words. Just because you are a man grown does not mean I am inclined to forgive what you said to me as a boy."

Aemma then took a knife and moved to the wall with hopes of chiseling out a way from this place the two were trapped in. Aemond stood by silently, still feeling the weight of Aemma's anger against him.

"If only there was someone looking for us right now," she mutters.

"Ser Ivan and Criston likely are," Aemond speaks up, "As is your uncle." Aemma stops chipping away at the wall, "my uncle?" "Your mother's brother," Aemond elaborates, "he knows you're looking for him. He wants to see you again." "...Uncle Jaskier," Aemma mutters in low tone, "my mother's brother. Again? I met him before?" "When you were still a tot, he came to visit those years ago," Aemond nods, "he mistook me for Aegon at first."

Aemma was speechless. She had gotten so close to her next mark, and it looked like it was going to be all for naught.

"You...you didn't also happen to chance upon a sorceress did you? By the name of Triss Marigold? Or a Temerian soldier by the name of Vernon Roche?"

Before the prince could answer, muffled sounds from the other side of the wall interrupted their conversation. "Hello? Anyone there? Speak up!" A voice called to them. "I know that voice," Aemma realized, "Roche! Roche, is that you?!" "Princess Aemma?" Roche called back. "Yes, it's me! Aemond is with me too!"

"Well step back! The both of you!" Roche orders, to which the two Targaryens obey.

Right on cue, the wall crumbled, bits of pieces scattered about as Aemond and Aemma took cover. The commander of the Blue Stripes stepped in, followed by Ves. "Princess," Roche approaches, "you are alright?" "I am," Aemma nods, "my fingers are still intact." "How did you get away from the bloody Scoia'tel?" Roche questions.

"I used my wits," was Aemma answer, which Roche found to be amusing. "And you, Prince?" he turns to Aemond. "I am unharmed," Aemond assures. "Good," Roche nods.

"How did you know we were here?" Aemma asks.

"My men ambushed those Scoia'tel whoresons as soon as we got out of Flotsam," Roche explains, "we somehow got separated from the prince here. But the plan worked. And we've captured Iorveth in the process. All thanks to the Bard and his distraction."

"Bard?"

"Okay, out of the way!" a male voice calls out, which was followed by a man with chestnut hair pushing his way passed the Blue Stripes soldiers. This same man also still wore the frock, which was covered by a cloak.

He stopped the moment he saw Aemma, all sorts of emotions swirling in his eyes the moment they landed on the niece he hadn't seen in 16 years.

"Aem-Aemma?"

Aemma was a little confused at first, trying to figure out who this man is. She recognized the voice surprisingly. The same voice that urged her mother to rest when she was on her journey to Kaer Morhen when Aemma was still in her womb. "Do...do you know who I am?" he asks.

"I do," Aemma nods, a wide grin forming as she fought back the tears that threaten to form, "your the Lady of Lark's brother. Uncle...Uncle Jaskier."

Tears spilling from his own eyes, Jaskier rushed up, pulling Aemma into his arms, not even making an effort to hide the sobs. "Uncle, please don't cry," Aemma says with a slight sniffle, feeling some tears slip out as well. "I can't," Jaskier says with a sniffle, pulling away slightly and wiping the tears away, "I just can't. Sixteen years. It's been sixteen years. You've grown up, Aemma. You...you look so much like your mother."

Aemma nods, seeing this wasn't the first time she's been told that. "I'll admit this isn't how our first meeting would occur." "You mean under some elven ruins, or meeting your uncle the first time in a woman's frock," Jaskier jokes, making Aemma laugh in response. "It won't be the last time, I can assure you of that," Jaskier humors some more, "you come from a family of eccentrics, after all."

Aemond watched from the side, a spectator of this little family reunion. This was a man who clearly loved his family, who missed his sister, it was evident in the way he saw the Lady Lark in his niece. "We have much to talk about," Jaskier says to Aemma, "So much."

"Will we talk about my mother?" Aemma inquires.

"That will have to wait, we need to return to Flotsam," Roche interrupts the reunion, "I apologize for ruining this moment, but we must leave."

Nodding, the group exit the ruins.

When climbing out, Aemma saw a group of roses by the statues of two elven lovers kissing one another in a passionate embrace. For one reason or another, Aemma felt an urge to pick one. They looked bright pink and they also smelled wonderful.

"It's a beautiful flower," Aemond states. Aemma ignored him, still feeling her anger against him linger on the surface. 

"Prince Aemond!" Criston Cole calls out as he and Ivan run to approach the prince. "Ser Criston?" Aemma says in recognition. "Princess Aemma," Criston greets back in surprise, "you escaped the bandits." "Princess Aemma?" "Ivan- er I mean, Ser Ivan," Aemma places a hand on Ivan's arm, "you've grown up. I heard you joined the Kingsguard. What are you two doing here?"

"The queen had sent us," Criston explains, "she wants you to come home to King's Landing...where you belong."

Aemma felt surprise at that. Alicent wanted her to come back. Why, she couldn't help but wonder. She had thought the queen would've given up on her after that night on Driftmark.

"Aemma?" a deep voice gains the group's attention.

The man that voice belonged to stood there, a soft look in his golden eyes as he stared at the group, particularly Aemma.

"...Geralt."

Chapter 42

[topazadine]

Siblings and Questions Tag!

Thank you for the tag, @mysticstarlightduck! Your post was lovely, especially the part about your characters' worst habits.

We'll look at Cerie and Uileac, because of course we will.

1. Who looks the most like Dad?

Cerie, actually. Papa Seorus had a rougher look about him.

2. Who looks the most like mom?

Uileac. Mama Caoimhe was a very slender, foxish woman, and Uileac has her angular bony figure.

3. Who eats the most?

Uileac lol. I mean, it makes sense; he spends most of his day riding and training, so of course he's going to need more fuel than lazy-ass Cerie.

4. Who has been in the weirdest situations?

Cerie to be sure. Later on in The Eirenic Verses she is kidnapped by their country's mortal enemy, Sina, and forced to help them. Uileac's shenanigans cannot compare.

5. Who sleeps the most?

Cerie. She's such a useless lesbian. Uileac is up at the crack of dawn, a very Type A person, whereas Cerie would nap all day if you let her.

7. Most stable romantic life?

Uileac. He's been with his partner Orrinir since they were 18, whereas Cerie just kinda ... gets around a lot in her teens/early adulthood. Not to the extent where Uileac will have to chastise her, but some flings here and there.

8. Worst habit of each one?

Cerie: Acting like a martyr and thinking she has to do everything by herself, even though Uileac and her brother-in-law Orrinir would always help her if she needed it. Uileac: Stubbornness and pride. He can't handle any damage to his reputation.

9. Who's the most dramatic?

Neither of them are very dramatic in general, but I'd have to say Cerie. She can howl like a dying animal if she has the least bit of discomfort whatsoever lmao.

10. Who had a weird phase?

I guess Cerie? I don't think either of them really had a weird phase, to be honest. But Cerie definitely had a defiant teenage angst phase.

11. Best cook of the family?

Both of them are shit cooks and hate doing it. If Uileac's husband, Orrinir, was not there to feed them, both of them would die. However, if you put a sword to their throat and forced them to cook, Uileac's food would probably not kill you.

12. Best memory together?

Probably Uileac's wedding to Orrinir. They danced all night, got super drunk, and then came home to their brand new house in Goldnin <3 Of course Cerie was allowed to live with the newlyweds. Wasn't even a question.

13. Worst memory together?

Their parents dying in the raid on the family farm in Quirnis. I'll let Uileac take it away with his explanation from Funeral of Hopes:

14. Dream trip together

Heading out to The Windswept, where the nomadic tribes of Breme still do their typical nomadic things. Uileac has always wanted to get a Windswept pony because they're much sturdier than the horses one can get in the settlements (sorry, Erix, it's true). Cerie wants to hear their oral traditions and learn more about their folk religions to better understand how it differs from High Poetry. She's also always wanted to meet people from the Seinn tribe, which produced the first saint of her religion, Saint Luridalr. Being strictly nomadic, the Seinn don't visit the Bremish settlements like some of the other tribes do.

15. Would you rather not be able to shower for a month or have the same clothes for a month?

Cerie: Shower. She could probably deal with having the same clothes for a month, though she'd complain about it the whole time. Uileac: Same clothes. No one said you couldn't wash them, right? He'll just go naked for a lil bit.

16. Who's the older one?

Uileac is older by about four years.

17. Describe each other in three words

Cerie would describe Uileac as: Prideful, composed, protective Uileac would describe Cerie as: Stubborn, intelligent, loyal

18. Role model?

Cerie's role model is her mentor, Irith Druidinn. Irith has been her teacher since she was incredibly young and has taught her everything she knows about High Poetry. She hopes to be half the poet that her teacher is. Uileac's role model is their late father, Papa Seorus. He strives to always make his father proud, but unfortunately, he doesn't really know what his father would consider honorable, given that Papa Seorus died when Uileac was just 11.

19. Who usually has the worst ideas?

One would think it would be Cerie, given that she's younger and more stubborn, but it's actually Uileac. His bad ideas are generally about protecting his reputation and/or his loved ones, which doesn't always mesh well with what he's supposed to be doing.

20. A GIANT insect is on the wall, who's taking care of it?

Uileac for sure. Cerie is screaming and waving her arms as if that will make the bug go away. Meanwhile, Uileac is pulling out his bow and trying to do a trick shot. A moving target! How exciting! (Hey, you said it was GIANT, definitely big enough for him to hit.) Then, of course, Cerie yells at him for shooting a fucking arrow through the wall while he shrugs and says it's good practice. Never know when the Sinans might learn to harness insect warriors. If he misses, the hubbub has attracted Orrinir, who does the intelligent thing and takes it outside.

If you enjoyed this, maybe you'll consider purchasing 9 Years Yearning, which is all about Cerie and Uileac growing up <3 There are some really cute scenes of them together.

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HERE IS MY ENTIRE TIMELINE OF KANNA MONTH FOR PEOPLE TO HAVE THEM ALL:

Everything in red is already done and posted, everything in yellow is already done but not posted, everything in blue is not done but will obviously be made, and everything in green is not done and not sure if i will be able to do it

1. Summer job

2. Beach day

3. Ice cream

4. Holiday

5. Psychological warfare

6. Flowers

7. Happy ending

8.  Mermaid

9. Outfit swap

10. Role swap: a full comics so will come out some day alredy halfway done

11. Coffee

12. Fantasy au

13. Arcade

14. Day out

15. Pets

16. Vilain

17. Wings

18. Lazy day

19. Garden

20. Crossover

21. Headcanon

22. Zoo

23. Music

24. Bubbles

25. Sunglasses

26. Angular

27. Copybook (draw in a copy if you have one)

28. Baking

29. Dressup

30. Greenblings

31. No reference