#energetic honor code

[feralchaton]

Lalah Delia - ThirdEyeThoughts

[off-the-rails-raccoon]

Opinion on samskids? (Tommy, Hannah, boomer, Quackity being sams kids)

i love so so so very much, but it always slightly bugs me in a way i find hard to explain because like, found family is my favorite trope ever in ever but in order for a found family of samskids to occur there needs to be a collapse of sbi family and THAT is something that i have a very hard time coping with.

Yeah, samskids is my favorite found family, but will i choose it over sbi found family? No. Will i choose sbi found family over samskids found family? Also no somehow??? It's a struggle.

Anywho, it just occurred to me that you may have been referring to the characters themselves rather than the dynamic so to that i say: I will forever hold calamity duo having a brotherly relationship near and dear to my heart as well as hotel duo having a father son/daughter relationship, and i don't see nearly enough chatter about hannah and boomer; though that may be my fault since I also don't put in the effort to find it!

[mymoongirlreadings]

THE ASTROLOGICAL 12 FREQUENCIES OF ABUNDANCE ✨ 💸 🏡 ☮️ 🏎️ ✈️ 💍

Each of the 12 zodiac signs holds a distinct energetic frequency. A sacred code you can attune to in order to unlock your personal channel of abundance. By aligning with your personal Par of Fortune archetypal energies, you activate your unique abundance-flow state, allowing prosperity, ease, and soul-aligned receiving to move through you with grace.

Check your Par of Fortune sign/house: This will let you know what area of life (house) to focus on through the energy (sign).

Aries | 1st house (Instincts | Physical Body | Embodiment | New Beginnings): moving from instinct, letting your desires lead without apology, bold self-trust, claiming space without shrinking, showing up before you feel “ready,” being okay with being seen in your rawness, initiating without needing permission, letting your body take the lead, courage as a lifestyle, saying yes before the world catches up, acting on your inner knowing, channeling energy into movement, presence over perfection, letting anger clarify what needs to shift, embodying your fire, embracing your aliveness, taking the first step even if it’s messy

Taurus | 2nd house (Finances, Values, Habits, Security): stillness, a calm nervous system, keeping things simple, practical & realistic pace/flow, not exerting more than you have to, do what you are comfortable with, strong boundaries, slow living, enjoyment of the moment, enjoying your meal, bath, sunset, the sound of music, believing your deserving of luxurious experiences & items, self-care, leaving things more beautiful than you found them, beautifying yourself and your life, romanticizing daily life, exercising your skills and spending time doing what you like to do, exercising consistency, strong values and knowing your worth, accepting what you believe you are worth and what you deserve

Gemini | 3rd house (Curiosity | Environment | Mental Abilities & Powers | Communication): curiosity as your compass, letting questions lead you into connection, expressing without over-editing, trusting your voice, engaging with your surroundings, speaking to be understood and also to understand, learning something new for the joy of it, lightness in conversation, sharing what’s on your mind without overthinking it, changing your mind when needed, letting play be a form of intelligence, enjoying banter, movement, and stimulation, staying mentally agile, writing down the downloads, surrounding yourself with those who get you, letting words create openings

Cancer | 4th house (Inner-Security | Relaxing | Family | Home): coming home to yourself, letting comfort be a priority, letting your emotions guide you with gentleness, being soft with yourself and those you love, cooking meals that feel like safety, resting often, tending to your space with care, honoring your inner child’s needs, being emotionally present, letting love be quiet but real, slowing down enough to feel it all, nurturing your people deeply, caring without losing yourself, letting tears be sacred, choosing what makes you feel safe, treating your body like a sanctuary, building a home within and around you, receiving love in simple, quiet ways, choosing safety over survival

Leo | 5th house (Creativity, Hobbies, Pleasure, Romance): true expression, having fun, to not care what people think, lightheartedness, not taking things so seriously, being courageous in honoring your heart, strong boundaries, fiercely claiming what your heart wants, majorly loving yourself, being the love in the world you wish to see, acknowledging your light, exploring your talents, creating in any way, exploring sexual liberation & embodiment, the joy of dating/courting/romantic displays of interest, flirting with love & life, prioritizing your inner child, confidently saying no and yes to what you want, deep confidence to the point where we don't overthink it

Virgo | 6th house (Rituals | Wellness | Work | Productivity): organizing your energy, simplifying what feels chaotic, sacred routines, holistic care, showing up with integrity, paying attention to what your body is asking for, wellness as devotion—not perfection, finding beauty in details, honoring your daily rhythm, being of service with boundaries, grounding through tasks that anchor you, refining your craft, moving with clarity and discernment, trusting yourself to tend to what matters, healing through systems and structure, prioritizing alignment over hustle, asking: does this support who I’m becoming?, tending to your inner world like a garden

Libra | 7th house (Personal Success/Happiness | Relationships): approaching life in a peaceful, balancing & forgiving way often, having manners, diffusing arguments, inviting more beauty into your life, self-care, lots of sensuality, leaving things and people more beautiful than you found them, letting your heart enjoy the people, moments & things around you, playfulness, flirtiness, enjoying exploring the common ground between you & others, enjoying quality time with those you love, pouring into what is sacred to you, pursuing & embodying your personal version of success & happiness, well-mannered, feeling the beauty in laughing, in flirting, in being

Scorpio | 8th house (Power | Depth | Intimacy of all Forms | Private Matters): embracing depth over surface, intimacy that transforms, shedding what no longer fits, letting yourself be fully seen, power that comes from self-trust—not control, trusting your emotional rebirths, sacred sexuality, merging without losing yourself, knowing when to surrender and when to protect, alchemizing pain into wisdom, embracing endings as beginnings, letting the shadows speak, revealing the truth behind the eyes, energetic boundaries, healing what’s hidden, choosing to be reborn, allowing intimacy to be a mirror for your own wholeness

Sagittarius | 9th house (Adventure | Spirituality | Belief | Expansion): believing you CAN, expanding your beliefs beyond past what you ever thought was possible, tap into the higher knowing of your own truth, exploring new knowledge, nature, land, places, people so we expand our consciousness, believing you are lucky, taking the leap again & again, learning by doing (you'll never know if you never jump), being curious about what is foreign to you or different from you, reflecting on knowledge gained from experiences that shaped our path to our becoming, going into deep rabbit holes gaining more power from knowledge, anchoring our higher ethics into our truth, being adventurous, embracing being a wanderer, humor as wisdom

Capricorn | 10th house: (Personal Legacy | Career | Purpose | Structure): following your vision, building what lasts, moving with quiet discipline, being the one who shows up, trusting your inner authority, devotion over distraction, purpose as a guiding light, steady progress that’s rooted in clarity, embodying your highest standard, honoring your soul’s ambition, holding structure with grace, leading with integrity, knowing your work matters, releasing external validation, committing to the climb because your future self is waiting, creating impact through presence, letting your legacy be built one sacred step at a time

Aquarius | 11th house (Self-Evolution | Innovation | Future Visions | Like Minded Soul-Family Members): being the blueprint, daring to do it differently, breaking the rules to honor the truth, future-focused with your feet still grounded, loving people from a place of wholeness, community as chosen soul family, releasing the need to fit in, honoring your uniqueness as a gift, speaking the truth that liberates, vision as prophecy, authenticity as activism, receiving downloads in quiet moments, letting your weird be wonderful, inviting others into your evolution, uplifting the collective through your presence, belonging by being yourself, wildly becoming your hopes & wishes through aligning with timelines that satisfy your current authenticity, letting you're inner genius play around

Pisces | 12th house (Divine Endings | Power of Self-Reflection | Spiritual Body | Solitude): surrendering control, choosing trust, softening into divine timing, dreaming as a form of receiving, rest as we meet resistance, dissolving timelines and letting the truth reveal itself, healing quietly and deeply, allowing tears to carry what words can’t, intuition as your compass, creative expression as soul medicine, slipping into a dream and listening for the answers, solitude without loneliness, divine connection through music, water, and sleep, letting life be poetic, releasing outcomes and floating with faith, remembering you are never alone, becoming whole through softness

[muletia]

Domestic house husband Optimus is making me sick he has no right to be that sweet... no wonder having a dozen or so sparklings is his good ending, he's just so blissed out surrounded by your kids wondering how the hell he survived this long without you in his life and how he managed to pine after you for so long without dying from yearning alone. Just- auhg he's so Share Your Address by Ben Platt coded I'm going insane

THIS SONG IS LITERALLY THE ANTHEM OF HOUSE HUSBAND OPTIMUS I’M ABOUT TO CRY OVER HOW PERFECTLY IT FITS HIM AUGHHHHHHHHHH

Optimus needs that good ending so badly. For most of his life, he’s been a war machine - he deserves fifteen sparklings and a house in the middle of nowhere with a huge garden where he grows strawberries for you and plays with his kids while waiting for you to come home from work and give him a kiss on the cheek. This isn’t how he imagined his life after the war; he didn’t expect to find happiness at all after all those years of agony, suffering, and toil, convinced he didn’t deserve such an ending. And the only thing he regrets is not admitting his love for you sooner — being too much of a coward, blocking his own path to paradise for so long.

Unfortunately, there are certain aspects of domestic life that Optimus will never fully experience, especially those related to preparing and sharing food.

But that won’t stop Optimus from holding a cup of hot tea in his servos to keep it warm for you when you have to attend to something else or simply doing it out of care, knowing you like your tea scalding hot.

It won’t stop him from removing the stems from strawberries for you, his large but gentle servo working with such precision that not a single fruit is damaged.

It won’t stop him from recognizing the love behind your gesture of sharing a peeled tangerine with him.

There are so many other actions in which he pours his love for you.

He covers you with a blanket when you fall asleep on the couch out of exhaustion, brushes and styles your hair, takes care of most of the chores, always asks how your day was, listens, helps, brings you comfort when you need it, and always finds time for you even when the sparklings are especially energetic.

You’ve made him start living again, and for the rest of his life, he intends to show you just how grateful he is — to honor, cherish, and love you.

[xuexing-lumi]

What’s Your Inner Calcifer Trying to Say to You? (Theme: Howl's Moving Castle)

(feat. Sophie, Howl, and everyone's favorite sassy flame)

If you’ve ever felt like your spark flickering, or like you're stuck honoring promises you don’t even remember making then this reading is for you. Inspired by Howl’s Moving Castle, this tarot journey channels your inner Calcifer.Your inner fire has something real to say.

Pick your pile. Let Calcifer talk.

PILE 1

PILE 2

🔥PILE 1: Sophie holding Calcifer.

✦ TAROT CARDS: Strength, Page of Cups, Eight of Pentacles

The Strength card shows that you’ve been soft when it was easier to harden. You've tamed your impulses, calmed your own storms, and kept going through grief and burnout. Your inner fire honors how you’ve protected it even in silence. Page of Cups tells me there’s a dream you’ve secretly been feeding. Something small, shy, creative maybe a story, a soft love, a new self-image. Calcifer says: “I know you’ve been scared to believe in it. But I’ve seen the way your heart glows when you imagine it. That’s your truth.” The Eight of Pentacles affirms you’ve been working on yourself steadily, even if no one sees it. This is the card of spiritual craftsmanship. You’re building your inner castle, brick by brick And guess what? That fire you’ve been carrying is the thing that’s lighting every room.

What does Calcifer want to say to you ?

“You’re like Sophie. You think you’re just ‘average,’ but you’re literally holding me....your fire.....in your own hands. You’ve been nurturing your spark even when you didn’t believe it was valuable. That quiet care? That fierce gentleness? That’s power.”

What is Calcifer's advice for you ?

“You don’t have to be loud to be strong. You don’t need to shout to burn bright. Keep nurturing that gentle flame. Hold it like Sophie.......with love, patience, and a bit of stubbornness. You’re not weak. You’re wise so don't listen to the stupid things they say and don't even bat an eye to their stupid actions.You are me, I am you”

🔥PILE 2: Howl holding Calcifer.

✦ TAROT CARDS: The Devil, Knight of Swords, Four of Cups

The Devil here screams of energetic entanglement. You’ve promised yourself to something that keeps you drained whether that’s perfectionism, emotional avoidance, or even love that isn’t reciprocal. Your inner Calcifer is tired.

Knight of Swords is the panic energy.....constantly doing, thinking, chasing, reacting. You’re stuck in a mental loop. Your inner fire is overheating. “You’re running so fast you don’t notice I’m flickering,” Calcifer says.

and Four of Cups? You’ve stopped enjoying the things you once loved. That’s a major sign your fire is low. You feel disconnected. Apathetic. But it’s not because you’re broken. It’s because you’ve left yourself behind.

What does Calcifer want to say to you ?

“You remind me of Howl......beautiful, chaotic,and hiding behind glamours. You’ve bound me to something out of fear. Maybe a relationship, an identity, a hustle. You’re burning yourself out to keep up a pact that your soul outgrew long ago.”

What is Calcifer's advice for you ?

"Break the pact. You don’t need to keep your fire chained to fear, ego, or expectation. Let yourself be reborn. You’ve glamoured yourself into someone else’s idea of ‘worthy’ but you were already magic. Choose freedom. Choose rest. Choose you.”

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[witchyintention]

🕯 “Blessed Be”: More Than Just a Witchy Goodbye

What it Means, Where it Comes From, and Why it Still Matters

“Blessed Be.” Two little words. Said at the end of spells, the close of emails, whispered in ritual circles, and splashed across every witchy graphic on Instagram. Some folks say it like a benediction. Some toss it out like a “good vibes only” sticker. Some say it’s Wiccan-only. Others? Just think it sounds pretty.

But what’s the truth? Where does Blessed Be actually come from? And why does it still hold so much power?

Let’s lift the veil.

✨ A Spell in a Greeting

At its heart, Blessed Be is not just a cute sign-off. It’s an invocation of goodwill, a magical micro-blessing. It's the spiritual version of looking someone in the eyes and saying:

“May you be blessed in all you do, may your path be lit, and your magic protected.”

When we say Blessed Be, we’re participating in an age-old tradition of sacred words being used to convey spiritual force. It's not just intention — it's a frequency.

And in the magical worldview, words have power. Names are spells. So are blessings. When spoken with clarity and purpose, Blessed Be is both a greeting and an energetic transfer. It's “I see the sacred in you” wrapped in velvet and sage smoke.

📜 The Real Origins of “Blessed Be”

Most modern witches first encounter Blessed Be through books, online communities, or Wicca-adjacent practices. It became widely known thanks to Gerald Gardner, the British civil servant who helped found modern Wicca in the 1950s.

But Gardner didn’t invent it. Neither did TikTok.

“Blessed be” is found in many spiritual and religious texts. Its earliest forms trace back to:

Medieval Catholic blessings: “Blessed be the name of the Lord” was a common phrase in Latin and English prayer.

Hebrew prayers and Psalms: “Blessed be He who…” was used in honor of divine presence.

Folk traditions across Europe: Blessings like “Be ye blessed,” “Bless this house,” or “Blessed be the hands that make this bread” were part of everyday life.

So when Gardner and later witches used the phrase, they weren’t pulling it from thin air. They were reclaiming and repurposing sacred language into a magical, earth-based context.

It also appears prominently in The Wiccan Rede, a poem and ethical guideline often cited by Wiccans:

“Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill: An it harm none, do what ye will. Blessed be.”

From there, it blossomed. It spread across covens, books, rituals, and eventually, social media. Now, it lives far beyond its original form — used by eclectic witches, green witches, chaos magicians, spirit workers, and solitary practitioners across the globe.

🔮 Original Ritual Use vs. Modern Witch Culture

In Traditional Wicca:

Blessed Be was spoken between initiated coven members as part of sacred rites.

It often followed ritual acts like the Fivefold Kiss, where one partner blesses another’s feet, knees, womb, lips, and breast, each with the words: “Blessed be thy feet that have brought thee in…”

The phrase held a coded sacredness, a sign of spiritual intimacy and mutual recognition.

Today:

It’s often used like a spiritual “hello” or “goodbye.”

Common in online posts, tarot readings, spell books, and witchy captions.

Said with reverence, casualness, joy, sass, or all of the above.

Used by witches from all paths, not just Wiccans.

And here’s the kicker: That doesn’t make it less sacred — just more alive.

⚠️ “Can Anyone Say It?” — Gatekeeping vs. Respect

Let’s be real. Some folks are protective of Blessed Be, saying it “belongs” to Wicca or formal tradition.

Here’s the thing: language is fluid, but intention is everything.

Can anyone say Blessed Be? Technically, yes.

Should anyone say it? Only if you’re going to say it with care.

Using it flippantly — like it’s just glittery fluff — disrespects its roots. But using it with intention, even if you're not Wiccan, honors the interconnected web of spiritual speech that has always crossed borders, traditions, and cultures.

The real key? Know what you’re saying. Mean it. Speak it with awareness.

🌍 Global Echoes: Blessings Across Traditions

The energy of Blessed Be isn’t exclusive to English-speaking witches.

You’ll find similar greetings and blessings in cultures around the world:

Namaste (Hinduism) – “The divine in me honors the divine in you.”

Ashe (Yoruba) – The spiritual force behind words and actions.

Shalom / Salaam – Peace, wholeness, and divine completeness.

Sláinte (Irish) – A toast to your health and well-being.

So mote it be – An affirmation of magical truth and manifestation.

Each culture has its own way of speaking power, of greeting not just the person but their spirit, their ancestors, their path. Blessed Be is just one thread in that sacred web.

🧹 When to Use “Blessed Be”

Here are some times when Blessed Be feels natural — and powerful:

At the end of a ritual or spellcasting circle

When writing in your grimoire or Book of Shadows

Signing off on a spiritual email, post, or newsletter

Greeting or parting from fellow witches

In prayer, chant, or spoken affirmations

Before bed, whispered to your guides or ancestors

And if you’re a writer, poet, content creator, or just deeply magical soul? Use it when you want to bless your words.

✨ Final Reflection: It's a Legacy

When you say Blessed Be, you join a legacy. One that spans from village folk healers to modern-day TikTok witches. From ancient altars to online rituals. From whispered devotions to shouted spells.

It’s not just a tagline. It’s a thread.

A spell.

A prayer.

A promise.

And every time you say it with awareness, you’re not just honoring tradition — you’re keeping it alive.

So next time you say it, say it like you mean it.

Say it like it’s holy. Say it like it’s magic.

Blessed Be. 🌙

[sammywolfgirl]

So since I never made a proper au design for sunrise and moondrop (well beyond sketchy ones) I decided to do another pass and uhhhh

Well I’m happy with Moon. Sun feels a bit… meh.

I mean my au alrwady has vastly different designs to cannon so I should lean into that more for my sun and moon designs right? Maybe that’s why I feel so meh about sun? It feels too close to cannon?

Idk I’m going to try a few more passes but open to ideas on what I can do.

If it helps I want them To have a theme beyond the loose jester motif. For moondrop I want him to look like he’s in pajamas. He’s got a plushy that doubles as a flashlight and during lights on he’s extra drowsy and is like a sleepy introverted kid. Lights off he’s got more energy and is more like the shy but responsible kid, gently encouraging the others to take breaks or rest.

Sunrise I think needs a secondary theme. Because for her the idea is she’s like the extroverted kid. Energetic, eager to make friends, a social butterfly and occasional troublemaker. During lights on she’s got the most energy, and I think is encouraged to play with the kids to get them all tired out for nap time/when parents and guardians pick them up.

So uh… yeah maybe she needs her own “item” like moons plushy? All I got is tambourine. Like why not make her even noisier, not like she’s already competing with security puppet for the most Bells on.

Uh anyways honorable mention to eclipse because since these are two separate bots in my au it’s a bit harder to justify the merged/bridge thing eclipse has going on so I got two ideas in my head.

1) eclipse is built later as the “older brother” and is a third separate bot. And this one is modeled more after the cannon daycare attendant in that they’d be like adult coded.

2) eclipse is a human worker at the kiddie play place/daycare and it’s more of a nickname sunrise and moondrop give to the human attendant for the day.

2.5) varient of the human worker idea is eclipse is the nickname for a specific human worker who fills the big brother roll.

Also for those not in my au know if you’re wondering why I’m referring to sun as a she when canonically he’s a he? Au fun. (Serious answer is I got attached before we got the full design and pronoun reveal of the daycare attendant and I’m attached so I’m keeping it! They’re already two separate bots in my au)

[redd956]

350 Random Character Traits

Social Butterfly

Tea Drinker

Impulsive

Laid-Back

Timid

Animal Enthusiast

Apathetic

Caffeine Addict

Particular

Aloof

Book Smart

Alcoholic

Charismatic

Gym Bro

Easy Going

Perfectionist

Arrogant

Deep Sleeper

Sore Loser

Goofball

Womanizer

Pacifist

Deceitful

Scaredy Cat

Perceptive

Family Oriented

Sharpshooter

No Nonsense

Cat Lover

Money Hungry

Book Smart

Lewd

Rebellious

Obsessive

Happy Go Lucky

Heartbreaker

Superstitious

Empathetic

Feminine

Naivete

Hot Climate Lover

Intuitive

Humane

Animalistic

Motherly

Spiritual

Conspiracy Theorist

Attention Seeking

Gambler

Selfless

Close Minded

Serious

Active

Cautious

Sugary

Caring

Endearing

Nihilist

Trigger Happy

Infamous

Religious

Energetic

Androgynous

Competitive

Obedient

Hopeless Romantic

Yandere

Nonsensical

Passionate

Disorganized

Business Oriented

Survivalist

Sassy

Overconfident

Outgoing

Extrovert

Gourmand

Masculine

Fatherly

Sweet Tooth

Wine Drinker

Skeptical

Foolish

Inclusive

Cold Hearted

Loyal

Overprotective

Gothic

Optimist

Workaholic

Street Smart

Warm

Kleptomaniac

Smooth Talker

Devout

Insomniac

Accepting

Possessive

Untrustworthy

Awkward

Careless

Covert

Old Fashioned

Vague

Absent Minded

Polyglot

Confident

Environmentalist

Egotistical

Welcoming

Compassionate

Inhumane

Hyper

Cold Climate Lover

Eccentric

Rural

Polite

Anarchist

Always Tired

Open Minded

Gender Nonconforming

Insightful

Self Absorbed

Observant

Traditional

Occult Obsessed

Cheap

Stoic

Madman

Hot Headed

Mean Spirited

Calculating

Pessimist

Cunning

Humble

Smoker

Political

Colorful

Non Religious

Smug

Protective

Pyromaniac

Messy

Low Self Esteem

Popularity Obsessed

Power Tripper

Innovative

Vain

Under Pressure

Selfish

Playful

Trustworthy

Childish

Ominous

Reliable

Friendly

Uppity

Resourceful

Athletic

Zen

Expensive Taste

Cynical

Nature Lover

Cutesy

Stern

Bold

Innocent

Lawless

Classy

Honest

Suspicious

Disloyal

Vegetarian

Mischievous

Greedy

Dad Jokes Fiend

Patriarchal

Goal Oriented

Dumpster Diver

Flamboyant

Curious

People Pleaser

Formal

Secretive

Sickly

Organized

Heroic

Booming Voice

Introvert

Know-It-All

Ruthless

Sneaky

Irresponsible

Graceful

Accident Prone

Demanding

Sleazy

Backhanded

Brotherly

Sisterly

Hopeful

Militaristic

inclusive

Passive

Robotic

Co-Dependent

Contemporary

Matriarchal

Wholesome

Whimsical

Unstable

Earnest

Fighter

Technological

Prankster

Inquisitive

Fiery

Hippy

Knowledgeable

Snooty

Pure of Heart

Supportive

Kindhearted

Slothful

Dance Lover

Bitter

Gamer

Prideful

Idolized

Quarrelsome

Revealing

Disrespectful

Fair

Altruistic

Festive

Agile

Illiterate

Cheater

Unreliable

Self Aware

Daydreamer

Urbanite

Sly

Responsible

Nosy

Villainous

Grudge Holding

Stylish

Sporty

Power Hungry

Generous

Quick Learner

Destructive

Clumsy

Genuine

Sincere

Natural Leader

Trendsetter

Downer

Adventurous

Adrenaline Junkie

Nerdy

Approachable

Patient

Warmonger

Suave

Loving

Snarky

Unfair

Prey Coded

Impatient

Savior Complex

Dog Person

Aggressive

Faithless

Resiliant

Idealist

Complacent

Fearless

Sympathetic

Communal

Grateful

Dishonorable

Gun Ho

Modern

Unhinged

Unethical

Insecure

Animated

Obnoxious

Shrewd

Uneducated

Predator Coded

Inexpressive

Creative

Gun Savvy

Erratic

Charitable

Logical

Monstrous

Gossiper

Straightforward

Easily Jealous

Self-Reliant

Brave

Party Animal

Gentle

Stubborn

Respectful

Negative

Manipulative

Boba Drinker

Persuasive

Intimidating

Wise

Bully

Loner

Pushover

Hunter

Globe Trotter

Forgiving

Studious

Easily Bored

Ambitious

Fierce

Professional

Faithful

Indulgent

Sarcastic

Thrill Seeker

Revengeful

Insensitive

Car Enthusiast

Ornery

Honorable

Misunderstood

Antisocial

Merciless

Storyteller

Notorious

Oblivious

History Buff

Indifferent

Health Nut

Self Destructive

Coward

Chronically Online

Barbaric

Defiant

Merciful

[aforeffective]

100 outsiders thoughts in honor of 100 followers!!

this is being started on 2/18/25, when i have 89 followers. so from now until i hit 100, i will be adding random thoughts and headcanons on here that aren’t enough for their own post

also this is fun cause i’m writing this intro when starting this so then i’ll get to go back and see how often i think about what characters (my predictions for most mentioned are paul, darry, marcia, and chet) (also get ready to see 'they're so me coded' and 'this is so me' because i predict that a good majority are going to be projecting)

also i am not rereading these as i add new ones so if there are repeats, im sorry

1. marcia and bob as reflections of each other in cherry’s life because they both want what’s best for her as her bestie/boyfriend respectively but bob wants what’s best for her if it benefits him and marcia wants what’s best for her, no matter what it means for her

2. in my soc age hcs, chet is the youngest but only by like 2 weeks. marcia is just slightly older than him (but the group is very protective of her because they see her as the baby of the group) AND the group will use this against chet. this also pisses chet off so bad because the group will make SO many comments in the few weeks between their birthdays about chet being too young to hang out with them and he’s just there like “HER BIRTHDAY WAS ONLY TWO DAYS AGO”

3. darry, sodapop, and pony but miles, jesse, and winnie from tuck everlasting (like darry being the oldest, pessimistic one while soda is the energetic, adventurous one and then while pony likes darry, he is sooo close to soda and would be besties) (i hope this makes sense) (this is specifically either tuck everlasting book or musical. fuck the movie, they screwed up all the character relationships and dynamics)

4. titanic au where paul is rose and darry is jack (bev would be cal) (because bevpaul lavender marriage hc is so funny to me) (also she would be the best mean girl fiancée) (in the best way)

5. the rumble combos are really funny to me because like you have obvious ones like darry&paul, pony&bob, and then like soda&chet are fun because you have chetsoda and also cherrycola vs cherchet, and then you have two-bit&trip (marcia’s bfs) fighting each other. and then you have melvin&ace (which goes with mel and tilly’s lore) but then you also have sergei&steve and brill&dally like why is steve beefing with this random exchange student? why is brill the one going against dally?

6. in a modern au, bob, chet, trip, and brill had a youtube channel as young teens that was basically them trying to be like dude perfect or like mr beast and they would do those like “crazy internet challenges” (they would also force paul to be in the videos sometimes) (or help record) (he hated it) (they also let melvin and sergei feature on the channel) (they loved it)

7. brill gets a ring from his family for bev to propose (im thinking probably his maternal grandmother’s ring) (but it’s def either one of his grandparents or great grandparents ring)

8. modern brill’s favorite movie is titanic (but only bev and his parents are allowed to know this) (this is fully me projecting because it’s my favorite movie) (added edit later: i fully forgot until a day later when rereading what i've written so far that i already mentioned titanic so that's embarrassing that it came up twice in 8 thoughts)

9. soda and steve but it’s shawn and gus from psych (soda is shawn and steve is gus) (but i’ve heard it both ways) [that is a psych reference] [and my way of saying, i could see it the other way too]

10. soda was one of those kids that thought you couldn’t see him if he wasn’t moving so he used to bother darry so much and the second darry was annoyed, soda would just stand like in the corner like🧍‍♂️and think darry couldn’t see him and didn’t know where he went (darry reluctantly went along and pretended to not know, as insisted by their parents) (they figured the longer they could keep him in their sight instead of having him sneak around to do things, the better)

11. the soc girls all play sims together but in the way that they all have roles. bev is the CAS girly that makes all of their sims and gives them makeovers when they age up. cherry is the builder and she makes all their houses and community lots. and marcia is the one that actually plays with the sims and plays out the storylines they came up with while cherry and bev watch and give input. and you KNOW that they have all the packs

12. marcia is a JOURNELER. like i think she writes generally and does like short stories and poems and stuff but her favorite thing to do is just sit down and journal. and you know she has one of those super pretty, organized aesthetic looking ones

13. cherry is a morning person, marcia is a night owl, and bev is one of those people that seems to be awake 24/7 (and is always tired) (but still doesn’t sleep) 3 am? she hasn’t gone to bed yet. that night at 11 pm? still awake. she doesn’t sleep

14. maggie soc girl is a ‘farm girl’. i don’t know if farm is the right term for it but like, her family has a small ranch where they have like a horse, some goats, and chickens/ducks (this is specifically maggie soc girl as her own character) (not as marcia or bev) (i refer to her as annie)

15. bev definitely has one of those ‘wife whose husband just died’ robes

16. steve is super into unsolved crime cases but only because he’s convinced he could solve them. he’ll ask dally for his opinion and the conversation goes like this: “dal, what do you think of *some police thing that was done*” “i don’t fucking know, why would you ask me? do i look like a cop to you?” “well no but you have experience with cops so i thought maybe you would know”. two-bit then feels bad that dally didn’t help so he tries to help but his advice is along the lines of ‘did they look for clues?’ ‘well if i were them, i would have just arrested the guy’ and ‘they need to figure out who they think did it and then see which one actually did it’

17. ponyboy uses goodreads to keep track of the books he reads and he writes reviews that are like “this book sucked. i loved it. 5 stars” or “this author thought they were so cool when they wrote *quote from book*. they weren’t. 1 star” he is BRUTAL

18. marcia knows how to crochet and she forced chet to let her teach her (they are siblings your honor)

19. pony loves coloring but coloring books stress him out because what if he colors them in the wrong colors? (he's so me coded. i love fandom coloring books but trust that i will be pulling up so many references to make sure everything is correct) also all of his art supplies are reorganized in rainbow order

20. puppet history from watcher but it's soda forcing darry and pony to sit through retellings of the few things he remembers from school (much of his information is wrong) (darry would be ryan in this situation who is beefing with the puppet the whole time and also never gets to win because it is rigged against him)

21. two-bit watches movies in other languages (without subtitles) and INSISTS he knows what is going on and he understands what they're saying (he doesn't)

22. chet LOVES batman (he’s so me coded)

23. chet has like 3 dogs because he’s def a dog person and they’re like big shepherds and labs. but he also has a cat because one. the urge to give him a cat was strong and two. sometimes he needs to lay in bed and cuddle with a little tiny cat and not his 3 big ass dogs that are basically the same size as him and take up his entire bed

24. in a modern au where the curtis brothers are starkid fans, their favs of the hatchetfield series are darry tgwdlm, pony bf, and soda npmd (this came to me because i was thinking about starkid and i was like wow pony would love starkid) (because the obsession is so strong that my brain thinks about these characters at all times)

25. hannah montana au where cherry is miley/hannah, marcia is lily, bev is oliver. paul is jackson. the love triangle with jake and jesse is with soda and chet. pony is rico.

26. paul can play guitar and he uses teaching guitar as a way to show his love (bob, cherry, marcia, and darry can all play a couple of songs on guitar because of this) (and they’re all different songs because paul chooses songs to teach them based off of songs that remind him of them) (he also tried to teach chet once but chet was… not good. paul ended that lesson in less than 10 minutes because he just couldn’t handle it)

27. ponyboy has a favorite pen and is soooo protective over it. like if he’s writing, it has to be with that pen and if someone is like ‘do you have a pen?’ he’s like ‘..well yeah but- be careful with it. don’t lose it. i need it back as soon as possible so be really careful’ and they’re like ‘🤨i just need it to write this one thing?’ (he’s so me coded) (emotional support pen fr)

28. ^he also always has a notebook on him cause he’s like “i need it in case i have an idea for a story or a drawing” but then he never actually writes in the book because every time he has an idea, it’s like when he’s in class or walking or like somewhere where he can’t write his idea down (once again, he’s so me) (my notebook is empty) (i repeat idea in my head repeatedly until i can add it to my phone notes and just hope i don’t forget)

29. steve used to make up random rules for whatever game he was playing with the gang just to make sure ponyboy couldn’t win

30. marcia is a baker and once she starts dating two-bit and becomes friends with the gang, she teaches ponyboy (darry is so jealous because he’s tried teaching ponyboy how to cook and pony always says he doesn’t care but now he’s baking with marcia) (but like in a loving way because he is happy to see ponyboy open up to someone since every thing that has happened and just seeing his baby brother grow up)

31. the college darry was going to go to/started at had the school colors of purple and gold so the madras shirt paul got him of those colors was a congratulations gift for graduation/getting into college. also makes it an extra punch to the face to remind darry of it right before the rumble because not only is it a reminder of what they used to be, whether friends or more, it’s also a reminder of everything darry had to give up because his parents died (i’ve gone into this one a bit before but it was in a reblog to another post so it never got its own post)

32. in every like ‘universe’ of the outsiders (like every iteration and fic and such), it is canon to me that darry and paul have drunkenly made out at least once or twice. even if they never actually date or anything in said universe

33. trip is a photographer (thank you cole zieser)

34. soda, steve, and two-bit get sucked into reality tv shows (but like the shows, not games. ie like the housewives, below deck, married at first sight, love island, etc) and they will get violent and start yelling at the tv. darry tries telling them to calm down and gets rapid fire excuses from all of three of them like “DARRY YOU JUST DONT GET IT YOU DONT UNDERSTAND” (dally sits in the room to ‘watch their reactions’ but he’s actually just watching the shows too) (they do like game show ones too but prefer these)

35. darry and paul used to joke that they were going to have to fight over the title of pony’s biggest supporter once he ‘went big’

36. because of that^, paul was one of the first people to buy a copy of the outsiders once pony published the book because even after everything that happened, he wanted to support pony (imagine these two hcs in the ‘pretty cool’ universe guys) (it’s so sad)

37. pony draws pictures and then let’s soda color them in (he also used to do this with paul where they would each draw pictures and then swap and color them in)

38. darry would freak out when doing group projects if he wasn’t able to choose his own group because he is a slight control freak and would need to make sure he’s with people he knows will do what he needs them to do (inspired by this fuck ass group project i’m doing right now) (i was not allowed to choose my group and i actually fucking hate it) (they keep not doing what they’re supposed to)

39. modern curtis family is one of those families that doesn’t have cable and only has streaming services

40. two-bit definitely lets his younger sister paint his nails (when he starts dating marcia, marcia and his sister paint his nails together)

41. modern pony DEFINITELY has wattpad on his phone but you know it’s buried deep in folders so that none of the gang ever sees it

42. darry’s boss at the roofing company is an old friend of mr curtis so he’s always looking after darry and trying to help out where he can (darry refuses to let this man help) (but if he can sneak in an extra break for darry or a couple extra dollars somewhere, he will be doing it)

43. darry can get overstimulated from noise very easily sometimes. when he’s with the gang, soda and pony are usually pretty good at picking up on when things are too loud for him and making everyone else quiet down. when he used to go to soc parties with paul, paul could always tell and they would leave early whenever it got too loud for him

44. when paul was still friends with darry, he would go out with the curtis family and he would always try to pay (at least for himself) but the curtis parents would never let him. when he realized that they were never going to let him no matter what, he started hiding money around their house so that they would have to take it (the couch cushions? there’s money. book on darry’s shelf? there’s money in between the pages. woah that’s crazy that there’s money on the floor, must’ve fallen out of someone’s pocket wink wink)

45. chet’s parents won’t get him a car so he has to get rides every where with the rest of the group (it’s a common occurrence for him to call one of the guys and be like “youre picking me up, right? right? please”)

46. chet, brill, cherry, and bev all did ballet but at different points in their lives. chet has older sisters that did it so he really wanted to do it as a toddler. his mom was able to convince his dad to let him do it cause she was like ‘let him do it for a year and then he’ll get tired of it and not want to do it anymore’ so he did it when he was like 4 and then had to stop after a year because his dad said it was a girl’s thing. brill did it from like 4-10. his parents were okay with it, they just want him to be happy, but he stopped after boys in his class and their parents started commenting that there must be something wrong with him and his parents for allowing that. he still dances but secretly because all the judgement he got was really upsetting to him. and then there’s cherry who started dancing at like 8 and loved it but then was tired of it by like 10 but kept going until like 13/14 cause it at least gave her something to do outside of her house and also her parents were pressuring her to keep doing it. meanwhile, bev’s mom is a toxic dance mom™️ so she was put in dance as soon as she could be at like age 3 and then danced until like 7 and then did competition dance until she graduates out of it (she loves the dance but hates the pressure her mom and teachers put on her)

47. chet has two older sisters that are now like adults and married and starting their own families but when chet was really young, they used to sneak him into their rooms after their parents went to bed so they could have sleepovers and hang out (i went into this in my family headcanons but their dad hated how close they were cause he was worried chet was going to grow up to be girly and un-manly because of how close he was to his sisters so he wouldn’t let them hang out)

48. modern pony is obsessed with percy jackson (paul has also read all the books and they bond over it) (darry enjoys reading but just can’t get into the percy jackson books so paul sits him down and explains all the series to him so that he can still bond with pony over them without reading them)

49. pony after windrixville having ptsd related to smoke and fire but he also pretty much has a nicotine addiction so he’s constantly struggling with the need to smoke a cigarette and also being afraid to smoke a cigarette

50. “pure as the driven snow” from the hunger games ballad of songbirds and snakes is sooo darry about paul coded. like darry talking about paul being ‘pure’ and ‘seeing the real me (darry)’ and “the world” in the song being tulsa (also the irony of darry calling paul pure when he’s not, just like lucy gray calling coryo pure when he’s not)

51. the curtis gang as a dnd group. pony is the dm, darry plays a wizard, soda plays a bard, two-bit plays a rogue, steve plays a barbarian, ace is a cleric, dally is a fighter, and johnny is a ranger

52. ^if the socs were going to play, paul would be dm. bob plays a barbarian, cherry is a cleric, trip’s a fighter, marcia plays a sorcerer, brill is a paladin, bev is a bard, and chet is a rogue.

53. you guys know those green, yellow, red card things that teachers use with young kids? pony was the type of kid to FREAK OUT if he ever got put down to yellow

54. descendants au where instead of auradon and the isle, it’s paul inviting darry and some of the other greasers to hang out with the football team and socs

55. soda loves winnie the pooh. like two has mickey mouse, soda has winnie the pooh (chet also loves winnie the pooh) (they’re so me coded) (i fucking love winnie the pooh)

56. soda is the type to quote an entire movie while it’s playing and then if anyone acknowledges it, he’ll be like “oh this is actually my first time seeing this movie”

57. modern au! if any of pony’s friends ever have car issues, he just goes “don’t worry i got this” and then pulls out his phone and calls soda (my dad is a mechanic and this is what i do) (one time a light in my friend’s car came on so i called my dad and he went ‘oh yeah, that’s bad, don’t drive it’ and i went ‘..so we can’t take it to the movies?’) (he literally went ‘did you hear anything i said’ but it was the fnaf movie, it was important) (the first time pony does this, they definitely he’s about to fix the car when he’s like oh don’t worry. and then he pulls out his phone instead and they’re like 🥲😐 oh this is your help)

58. academic rivals parry where darry runs against paul for class president ala take the wheel from rise of the pink ladies (darry is jane, paul is buddy, bev is susan) (inspired by that one soc saturday where paul was campaigning for class president)

59. little blue world by jason is so darry. like “it’s a little blue with its big blue sky and all its little little people spending their whole lives asking why” literally darry contemplating everything after their parents deaths

60. when my cat is doing something i don’t want her to do, i just pick her up and put her on her bed (and then she goes back to what she was doing and we repeat this like 3 times until she finally gives up). darry does this with soda and pony. he will just pick them up and put them in a chair/on the couch/in their bed when they’re getting into things and bothering him

61. pony is the most dramatic reader/movie watched ever. he’s gasping and putting a hand over his mouth or on his chest and muttering “i can’t believe it” to himself (if it’s a book and people are like ‘well what happened’ he refuses to explain. he’s just like ‘well you haven’t read the book so you wouldn’t get it’ but that does not stop him from continuing to react out loud just to make them wonder and want to know even more)

62. two-bit is a chronic victim of mobile game ads. he is downloading every single one cause he thinks it looks fun (and it’s always those ads that are actually nothing like the game)

63. i kinda went into this in my fic girl friends but marcia becomes really good friends with ponyboy after the events of canon (she’s good friends with the whole gang) (but her and ponyboy specifically just get along so well)

64. out of the soc boys, brill was the most accepting of having darry hang out with them (besides paul obviously)

65. modern pony sends ESSAYS when he's texting. the group will ask one question and all of a sudden there's 3 paragraphs worth of an answer (it could have been answered in one word)

66. jason’s song simple is so parry coded to me

67. perfectly marvelous from cabaret but it’s two-bit just forcing himself into marcia’s life and marcia acting like it bothers her (i specifically only know that jane horrocks version from the filmed stage production so if this doesn’t fit other versions, my bad)

68. "what the heck i gotta do" from 21 chump street as two-bit trying to convince marcia to go to prom with him (ignoring the rest of the context from the musical. marcia is not naomi. fuck naomi, i hate her)

69. a good girl's guide to murder au where darry is sal, paul is andie, soda is ravi, and cherry is pip

70. darry is the worst to watch movies and shows with because he is so good at predicting what is going to happen. he once spoiled a huge plot twist in pony's favorite show just by guessing it and when pony freaked out, darry was like "well if you really think about it, it's obvious" (10 year old pony was just like okay i guess, fully knowing he would have never figured that out) (this is based off of my mom) (she does this) (she figured out a huge plot twist of my favorite show with 0 knowledge of the show and only having seen that one episode) (she was then not allowed to watch any more episodes of the show with me until i finished the show, and now she can see them when i'm rewatching the show now that i know what will happen)

71. the soc boys took a debate class together. brill was really good at it, paul was good only because he's good with words, bob and chet were good with opening arguments but bad at responding back, trip was just not good at it and was being carried by the other 4

72. marcia did lessons for multiple instruments as a kid/young teen but her teacher was borderline emotionally abusive so she quit (hehehe she's so me coded guys)

73. cherry bites her nails, marcia picks at her nails, both of these drive bev insane because she loves having her nails done and she also will paint their nails and then they end up biting/picking at them and messing them up

74. out of the three disney princesses that existed in the 60s, cherry’s favorite was cinderella, marcia’s was snow white, and bev’s an aurora fan

75. modern cherry (or at least more modern than canon) can sing your fault from into the woods by herself (so can pony but he would never let any one ever find this out)

76. the three soc girls are all fans of american girl dolls but in the way that cherry likes the historical girls, marcia likes the girl of the years, and bev likes the look-a-likes (they all like all of them) (but those are their favs)

77. bevbrill as katniss and peeta (bev who’s more on guard and not trusting of brill at first because she thinks he’s lying about his feelings meanwhile brill is just so in love and would be happy if he could just get to talk to her every day forever, let alone be in love)

78. darry does the stereotypical parent thing where they’re super over dramatic and are white-knuckling the handle when soda or pony are driving

79. dead poet society au where pony is neil and johnny is todd

80. darry and soda both keep in contact with cherry after canon. like while pony is still healing and not ready to talk to her, they keep contact from a distance just to check on her because they see how bad pony is doing and they also know that unlike pony, she’s dealing with this all alone so they just want to keep an eye on her

81. chet is really good at committing to the bit. like someone will lie and he will go with it and you will not be able to tell that he’s lying to you. he could convince one of the other socs of basically anything, even when they know fully well that whatever he’s saying is not true

82. modern two-bit has a letterboxd account where he just reviews any movie with mickey mouse (he gives them all 5 stars of course) (he has a second account where he actually logs all the movies he watches but then he reviews them all “1 star, not enough mickey mouse” regardless of his actual thoughts)

83. epic the musical but it’s brill wanting to get back to bev (he is so in love with her) (like ody and brill would bond so much over just being so in love with their girls)

84. idk by bruce weigner (bruiser) is so darry coded. “i’ve just got to find a way to get out of my mind/craving validation from some people i don’t like/i don’t know them so why im caring so much/i don’t know/i don’t know” like that’s literally teen darry trying to figure out why he cares so much what any of the socs (minus paul) care about him

85. falsettos where it’s marvin darry, whizzer paul, trina soda, and jason pony (in the way that pony prefers soda over darry and is convinced darry hates him and also prefers paul over darry when they’re together and sees him as a friend rather than darry’s bf)

86. bob asked paul for his blessing before asking cherry out (chet later does the same, not knowing bob had done it and paul has to do everything not to break down in front of chet)

87. cherry and darry having a strange friendship dynamic in high school because cherry was always at paul’s parties but she was way younger than everyone else there (like she was a freshman while everyone else were seniors) and darry also felt out of place so they would talk at parties and drink together but they wouldn’t ever really talk outside of that setting because things were still too different between them for it to work at other times

88. child trip gets really competitive about games on the playground (this was inspired by melody saying on soc saturday that cole tends to be aggressive with his tags during soc tag because he gets nervous about it)

89. bev barbie fan, marcia monster high fan, cherry ever after high fan

90. ^speaking of barbie, the girls would have dragged their bfs to see the barbie movie and chet and paul would have been like “wait we have to come we don’t want to get left out” (chet and paul wanted to see the movie so they made excuses to go see it cause they didn’t want to go alone)

91. paul writing out “dar” when addressing darry because it looks like it’s short for darry but it’s actually short for darling (it doesn’t quite work out verbally because they’d be pronounced differently but i would love to say he still does it) (like around their friends and only they know what he’s actually trying to say)

92. you know those kids that ride the electric scooters around school campuses and then just leave them outside the door of the classroom? that’s modern trip (and melvin is so jealous cause he thinks it’s the coolest thing ever)

93. darry loves having his hair played with. if he’s cuddling with paul, paul is playing with his hair. he’s sitting on the couch with his brothers? soda and pony are pushing each other away to get to be the one to play with this hair. as much as they tease him for never greasing his hair anymore, they’re glad he doesn’t so they can play with it easier

94. modern pony would refer to people as “chat”. he walks into the room like “what is up chat” and darry and soda are just staring at him like why do you keep saying that????

95. modern soda laying in his room face down on the bed post breakup with sandy blasting the song sandy from grease from a speaker (darry and pony are desperate to get him to stop, because they want to make him feel better and also because it’s soooo loud and he won’t stop and they’re sick of hearing the song)

96. ace doodles on cards. something about the gang going to play a card game and all the cards having little drawings and messages written on them is so important to me. sometimes johnny and pony join her in doing it

97. post-canon there’s tons of johnny and dally’s stuff all over the curtis house and darry and soda have no idea what to do with it all and they want to let pony decide what to do with it all but he’s not even coherent of any of his surroundings cause he’s so out of it with grief so they just leave it around, waiting for pony to decide (most of it probably ends up in the same closet that all of their parents’ stuff is in)

98. so my dad is really good at drawing and when i told him i want to learn how to draw, his response was “well just draw it” so i’ve decided this is how both paul and pony respond if anyone asks them to teach them how to draw (darry who’s heard it from paul a million times and then hears it from pony once and he’s just like ‘oh no you guys are spending too much time together’)

99. trip is constantly making really bad jokes and the others laugh just to be nice but paul can’t even pretend to laugh so he’s just looking at trip like are you serious (inspired by dan and cole’s ‘beef’ over cole’s adlibs on soc saturdays)

100. my favorite book got mentioned here and my favorite movie got mentioned twice so it’s only right that the last one mentions my favorite show. modern ponyboy would LOVE the show once upon a time. he has a whole ass poster board where he’s writing out the whole family tree and all the connections (guys, if you’ve never seen this show, it’s batshit insane. like the first season is actually phenomenal and then after like mid season 3, they just threw caution to the wind and let embraced the craziness of it and it went soooo downhill but at least it was entertaining) (but pony would eat it up. like what do you mean the main character is co parenting her son with his other mom, who is her step grandmother and the two of them are the most popular non canon ship of the show) (also the musical episode?! all of those songs are on his playlists unironically)

i did it! 100 thoughts! that was actually crazy because it took me so long to get to like 30 even though it felt like i had written so much and i was like whoa this is gonna take forever and then the next 70 went by so fast. i’m writing this outro on march 2nd so it took me just under 2 weeks. i’m currently at 98 followers so we’ll see how long it takes for me to get 2 more (it’s now march 4th when i hit 100!!)

this was really fun though. please ask me for any further clarification on any of these if you’re interested. im also going to make another post with the rundown of how many times each character was mentioned

thank you for reading if you actually read all the way through to here!

[fableforger]

Hello! I’ve been seeing everyone share their Echoes of Olympus MCs, and I wanted to share mine as well since everyone else did :) I just want to say first—I’m having such a good time with it. The world, the choices, the characters, the tone—everything feels so alive. I’m especially grateful for how you’ve written the gods in a way that invites depth. It made it so much easier to build Agryan into something personal and layered, even with a concept like “wrath” that can feel one-sided. So thank you! I chose Agryan, the lesser god of Wrath and Unleashed Power. Canonically, he can amplify wrath, unleash destruction, and control rage—but the way I imagine him, Agryan sees himself as sacred. Not just in the divine sense, but in how he carries himself: dignified, purposeful, and precise. He sees wrath as a sacred force—not something wild and mindless, but something to be honored. Less like Ares, more controlled and noble—but when it’s time to go full angry god, he absolutely can. I picture him with warm brown skin, copper eyes like molten metal, and coily black hair. Strong build, especially his arms. He wears a sleeveless crimson battle-robe with gold threading across the chest and arms. Sometimes I imagine the gold pulses brighter when he’s angry, like it reacts to his heart rate. Personality-wise, he’s proud, impulsive, charming, kind of reckless, and he goes back and forth between sarcastic and deeply sincere. Not mean or cruel—just very intense. Some aspects of him being playful or charismatic might sound strange for a god of wrath, but I see it as part of how he views wrath. To Agryan, it’s sacred—not something to be thrown around, but something to use with purpose. He’ll fight all day, but only when it matters. And when he finally gets to fully unleash that power? Then he becomes the dangerous, chaotic god everyone fears. Until then, he’s just burning under the surface. One choice that really stood out to me was the one with the slave and the farmer. My Agryan gives power to the slave who’s desperate for freedom, but doesn’t help the farmer—not because he doesn’t care, but because the farmer’s rage is already enough. That moment shaped how I see him—someone who gives his power when it’s truly needed, not just because he can. I also kind of picture him as ADHD-coded. He’s super energetic, always moving. Stuff just… breaks sometimes when he enters a room. Not on purpose. Maybe a pot falls over, or someone’s mood shifts without warning. He’s like a mini-chaos generator—but not in a bad way. He just brings a lot wherever he goes. When the rebels captured him, I imagine they expected him to go full angry god right away. And yeah, he’s annoyed—how dare mortals chain unleashed power?—but he’s also kind of excited. Finally, something that might actually be worthy of his strength. He sees being sent down as a challenge, maybe even a calling. He’s still arrogant, even with his powers restrained—but there’s also a part of him that respects the rebels for pulling it off. Most people forget what he’s the God of Wrath… until they’re reminded. For romance, I’m going with Alexa. Agryan would 100% respect their strength and quiet willpower—and enjoy getting under their skin just to see what’s underneath. He’d mess with them, push their buttons a bit, but deep down it’s because he sees something real there—like a mortal who’s strong enough to handle him. Also—no pressure to respond or anything! I just wanted to share and say how much I appreciate the work you've put into this game. It’s truly inspiring, and I’m really excited to see where the story goes next 💛

Wow, thank you so much for sharing your version of Agryan 🧡

I always love seeing the layers and backstories you give your MCs - it’s such a joy to read, and he honestly sounds super cool.

Your takes really inspire me, too. Sometimes it even helps shape new choices, so you might find your version of the MC reflected even more as things unfold. And… let’s just say: Alexa’s going to have a lot of fun with him - or the other way around. 🤷‍♀️

P.S. Thank you for the kind words - they truly mean a lot to me and help keep me going 🥹

[in1-nutshell]

Hi again, I’m here to spread the propaganda of every maximal being a dad lol 😂

Now I request Dinobot as a dad. It would be cute if the sparkling turned into a little bird.

Dinobot would take a lot of time warming up to the kid but I think if megatron ever took the sparkling captive Dinobot would go apeshit.

Yes! Spreading the Maximal Dad's everywhere! Hahaha! I had fun making little bird Buddy with Dinobot.

Hope you enjoy!

Dinobot finding an abandoned sparkling

SFW, familial, platonic, mentions of kidnapping but happy twist, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

Beast Wars

The sparklings beast mode is a canary.

Dinobot has a complicated history.

From being one of Megatron’s top soldiers of the Predacon’s; having to defect to the Maximals; from trying to get along with the team; living up to his warrior’s code of honor; and narrowly escaping death (Just ignoring canon here. Don’t mind me.)

He has his work cut out for him.

“Hey, watch where you’re going Scale belly.”--rattrap

“I would if I saw were you were Vermin.”--Dinobot

“Oh, yeah what about my height? You want to go Chomperface?!”--Rattrap

“Meet me outside in 20 minutes. We will settle it then.”--Dinobot

“…Its literally 3 am. Why are either of you up?”--Cheetor

“We could be asking the same thing to you kid? Go back to bed.”--Rattrap

“But—”--Cheetor

“Go to bed!”—Rattrap and Dinobot

He honestly thinks he has peaked in the weird things that have happened.

Let’s change that with story time.

It was chaos on the battlefield.

It was an interlock shooting battle between the Maximals and the Predacons over the newest pod that had just crashed down.

Dinobot and Rattrap were the closest to the pod hiding behind a rock. They were running out of time and ammunition. The pod had just finished scanning for a life form and the pod’s door was stuck. The bot inside couldn’t get out even if they wanted to.

“I’m going in.”--Dinobot

“Say what?”--Rattrap

“Cover me!”--Dinobot

“Dinobot!”--Rattrap

Dinobot starts sprinting towards the pod while Rattrap was doing his best to keep him covered. The rest of the team soon followed suit. Dinobot yanks the pods door clean off its hinges and grabbed the bot body close to his chassis as he turns to run back. He makes it back to the rock and shields the bot with his body.

“Don’t let the traitor escape!”--Megatron

“Hey Megamouth! Try this on for size!”--Rattrap

“Grenade! Grenade!”--Terrorsaur

“Take cover!”--Waspinator

Rattrap manages to throw a grenade at the Predacons which causes them to retreat. As the smoke clears, Dinobot still has the bot close to his chassis waiting for the sounds of blasters to stop. Then he hears the sound, a sound that he hadn’t heard in eons.

A sparkling chirp.

He quickly looked down and sure enough in his arms was a sparkling. This sparkling was smaller than the average sparkling.

They had a beast mode that honestly made a little difference in their size.

They were still so small.

The sparkling ended up nuzzling themselves further into Dinobots chassis.

Happy chirping noises

“…”—Dinobot and Rattrap

“Don’t you dare.”--Dinobot

“Hey everyone!—”--Rattrap

“Rattrap!”--Dinobot

Oh boy…

Dinobot didn’t want this.

The next few days Dinobot is trying to do his regular duties without being seen by the sparkling. The sparkling, if they found him, would make a beeline into his chassis and start cuddling. His teammates found this funny as Dinobot would try and get out of the sparklings grip, but they would always come back.

“…Coast is clear…”--Dinobot

“Hey there Dinodip.”--Rattrap

“…”--Dinobot

“…”--Rattrap

“…Don’t—”--Dinobot

“Hey Buddy, Dinobot’s here!”--Rattrap

“You insolent rodent!”--Dinobot

Chirpping getting louder.

The sparkling was an energetic induvial that had a terrible habit of getting into bad situations. And it wasn’t like the sparkling was looking for it either.

“So why are we here again?”--Blackarachnia

“It’s a team meeting.”--Silverbolt

“What is it about?”--Tigatron

“It’s about Buddy.”--Airazor

“What about them?”--Dinobot

“Have you notice that they manage to attract a lot of bad things?”--Rattrap

“Oh, I get what you mean.”--Cheetor

“What you lost me. What things?”--Rhinox

“Just the other day I had to save the kid from a falling beam.”--Optimus

“I just checked those things a few days ago.”--Rattrap

“We went outside and Buddy nearly got attack by two snakes, several big fish and a rabbit. How does a mere rabbit attack Buddy?”--Dinobot

“Yeah, maybe we need to see into this.”--Silverbolt

“Wait has anyone seen Buddy?”--Dinobot

Giggling noises

“Oh scrap!”--Rattrap

They kept everyone on the team on edge whenever they went somewhere alone.

Dinobot didn’t care though.

He didn’t care that this little creature gave him spark attacks every time they were in danger. He didn’t care that they got hurt doing the simplest things. He surely wasn’t teaching them some self-defense techniques. He definitely doesn’t freak out when he hasn’t heard their annoyingly cute chirping sound—

Oh…oh…

No, no, no, no, no, he doesn’t care about that pesky little sparkling. Dinobot tries to keep his distance even more after this realization is made. He makes it clear that he doesn’t care to the rest of the team as soon as the parent jokes are made.

He doesn’t know that Buddy was making their way past the room. They only see an angry Dinobot, they think about some flowers they saw earlier. That for sure would cheer him up! So, they mosey on over to the entrance of the base and are on their way to go get the flowers.

It takes a couple of minutes for Dinobot to realize that things are too quiet.

“Where’s Buddy?”--Dinobot

“Oh, they’re right—”--Cheetor

“They’re gone again!”--Rattrap

“Fan out and watch your step!”—Optimus

Now everyone is looking around for any sign of Buddy.

Then they get the call.

The Predacons had Buddy.

“Maximal scum. If you ever want to see your precious bird again then come to the base without your arms. Maybe a negotiation can be reached? Yess.”--Megatron

“Megatron, once I get my servos on you I am going to shove my sword up—”--Dinobot

“Enough. Now come over, if you ever want to see your precious bird again. Yesss.”—Megatron

Everyone is ready to get Buddy back. Dinobot is out for blood, they manage a plan, and they are ready to execute it.

For Buddy.

The Maximals are halfway to the base when they hear a familiar buzzing sound and chirping.

Dinobot is leading everyone.

They remove the thick bush when they find a peculiar scene.

It was Waspinator and Buddy. And it looked like Waspinator was… teaching Buddy how to fly?

“Yes, little bird bot is doing it!”--Waspinator

Happy chirping

Buddy looked at their family and happily chirped and went for Dinobot. For once reciprocated the hug.

“Where is Megatron?!”--Dinobot

“He’zz not here. Only Wazzpinator and little bird bot.”--Waspinator

“What?”--Dinobot

“Megatron wazz going to bring little bird bot to mean Spider bot. Bad things… Wazzpinator didn’t want new friend to get hurt.”--Waspinator

“You… saved them?”--Dinobot

“Yezz. Wazzpinator save little bird bot and want to be Maximal like Lizard bot.”--Waspinator

Dinobot contemplates this as he looks over Buddy seeing no harm was done.

So they all returned with a sleeping Buddy and newly formed Maximal Waspinator.

[goldberrg]

my atlantis

summery : — Remember, you and I argued that you would never cry because of a girl? — you smiled radiantly, tears welled up at the corners of your eyes. — So you lost, Munson. You owe me one wish.

TW's – selfharm, death.

You always saw him among the others. His radiant smile, expressing mock playfulness, his long thin fingers with many rings, dark, constantly tangled curly hair and a confident look that makes you freeze in silent admiration. Eddie Munson was your point.

They met at one of the regular parties back in high school, when you wore uncomfortable metal braces and endured constant ridicule from others, and Eddie was just starting his way as a guitarist of a musical group. It was a holiday in honor of Halloween, arranged by the school administration, which means it is absolutely mandatory for every student, regardless of desire.

That day, for the sake of decency, you drew yourself barely noticeable vampire fangs with your mother's makeup and chose a blood-scarlet dress, not wanting to be a black sheep at the party. It took you a long time to gather your strength, because you were well aware that someone would definitely cling to her and start bullying you.

Your fears were indeed confirmed when a red-haired, obese classmate Alex approached you with a leisurely gait, baring his teeth in anticipation of an interesting spectacle. You involuntarily shuddered and forcefully squeezed a plastic cup with some bright soda, your gaze in panic ran around the room full of teenagers having fun in suits.

— What, Y\N, looking for someone who would fall for someone like you? I'll give you some good advice. — Alex painfully poked the girl in the forehead with his finger. — Look for the son of the driver, he will definitely like your rails in his teeth! A group of teenagers nearby burst out laughing, thereby giving the joker self-confidence. Alex lifted his chin in a fit of pride, grinning smugly.

Just be patient, Y\N. You know, it's worth waiting a little, and they'll leave, the main thing is just to ignore, that's for sure.

— Are you jealous because only your mom is pecking at you? — there was a decisive voice with a note of irony from somewhere behind. — Don't worry, she definitely won't give up on you.

You turned around so abruptly that your dark hair slightly brushed the face of your intercessor, who was leaning against the doorway in a relaxed manner. In front of her stood a short-haired guy, dressed absolutely not according to the dress code of the party. His dark brown eyes looked at Alex with a clear threat, glinting unkindly.

The red-haired classmate instantly disappeared along with his company, muttering something in order to leave the last word in this skirmish. To catch up with him, the stranger shouted a couple of sophisticated curses, causing you to barely smile.

Getting unexpected help was damn nice.

— I'm Eddie Munson. — the guy said, turning to face the rescued you. He extended a calloused palm in a friendly way, awkwardly chuckling. — I saw you in the school choir, you sing very well.

You were sure that you did not know the interlocutor and hardly noticed him at school, which caused you a pressing sense of guilt and discomfort. Nevertheless, the brown-haired you immediately shook the cold hand of a new acquaintance, now smiling like a Cheshire cat.

— Y\N.

***

You spent the rest of your high school years in the company of the noisy and energetic, but so real Eddie. After the Halloween party, you pondered for a long time whether a new acquaintance would want to continue communicating, but Munson instantly decided everything for you when, without a drop of doubt, he took a seat next to you in the school cafeteria.

— The schedule today is just disgusting, what normal person wants to sit for two whole chemistry lessons in May, have the teachers finished at school. — Munson said quickly, but very expressively, putting the tray next to the discouraged you.

— A little more, and I myself will split into atoms.

You, being in a strong shock, only slowly batted her eyelashes, mentally asking. "What have you forgotten in this place for obvious outsiders?" To tell the truth, the people around had quite similar expressions of emotions. Munson clicked his tongue irritably, looking around the room with a heavy gaze. As if under his influence, the onlookers reluctantly returned to their original business, resuming conversations.

— Do you want to join our music group? We have a vocalist, but only a guy. With a female voice, the songs will sound, well, cooler or something. It's going to be great. — Eddie was just glowing with enthusiasm, even his hands were shaking with excitement. Noticing that Mary was clearly doubtful, the guy quickly added. — If you dont like it, tell me right away, I'll buy you something delicious as compensation.

You laughed loudly, not understanding how not to succumb.

***

Along with the start of high school, it was time for new responsibilities and new challenges. You had been a member of a musical group for a long time, genuinely enjoying it. During all this time, you managed to visit countless contests and talent shows with new friends, of course, not only to see his charming smile.

Eddie Munson became the most dazzlingly beautiful part of your life. During the spring exams, he still looked ready for everything and set up only for the best outcome. With an incalculable number of witty jokes in reserve, he whispered something hilarious and gently hugged you by your thin shoulders, without realizing that this gave him the strength to move on. His embrace was warm and soothing, even the smell of cigarettes, which you were always complaining about, tickled your nose pleasantly.

— Tomorrow will be better, you'll do your best. —Eddie assured hoarsely, and you were ready to believe him without hesitation, nodding absently and squeezing the edge of a battered jeans.

When he started dealing drugs, you thought it was a bad joke. He thought too correctly, treated life too honestly to push stupid schoolchildren nonsense. It was definitely some kind of misunderstanding between you and him.

It turned out that there was too much misunderstanding in your head.

— There are problems with money in the family. — Eddie said firmly and dryly, as if he had memorized a phrase, without looking up at you. — Uncle works hard, but this is not enough, and they pay little at regular work. I need money.

You raised your eyebrows in disbelief, biting your lip hard. Even the sharp pain did not sober you up, only caused unbidden tears. You quickly wiped them off with the sleeve of the jacket, making sure that Eddie didn't see it. When you cried, he became frighteningly unpredictable.

— I'll borrow as much as I want, let's just finish this, mhm? — your voice sounded too plaintive, forcing Eddie to look at her anxiously. — I'll ask to borrow from my parents, they can give quite a lot. I can also get a job, and on weekends I can sing in some eateries. We can solve this problem, Eddie, we're..

— In a big fucking debt, honey. — he smiled bitterly, gently ruffled your hair. — I'm already a grown boy, respect my decisions.

Without waiting for an answer, Eddie impulsively hugged you — his girlfriend, burying his nose in the top of your head. You could only silently swallow salty tears and listen to the rapid beating of his heart. You should have confessed — more than anything in the world, you were afraid of losing him forever.

***

The closer the end of school life was, the more strangely your friends looked at you, as if expecting something. You often stayed overnight in Eddie's trailer, relentlessly falling asleep over a pile of textbooks and notebooks scattered everywhere. All attempts to pull the guy up on the most problematic subjects ended the same way — you woke up covered with a prickly, but very warm blanket, and met the same studying gaze of dark brown eyes. The smell of freshly brewed coffee was in the air, and Eddie, in order to overcome the obvious awkwardness, began to make fun of the your sleepy appearance, comparing you to a lost kitten. You blushed, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks, and indignantly threw pillows to Munson's infectious laughter. If it were possible, you would have settled in the trailer forever.

— When will you confess to him already? — Dustin casually throws a very sensitive topic into the dialogue after a joint game of the Hellfire Club. He is standing with you on the street and is clearly in no hurry to get home, patiently waiting.

You turn your head in panic, trying to make sure that the rest of the club members have already scattered in different directions, especially Eddie Munson. You sigh raggedly, runs your hand through the hair and looks skeptically at the boy. For some reason, the absurd thought occurs to you that Henderson looks older than you.

— When he confesses to me. — you tries to avoid a direct answer and crosses her arms over her chest. — Remind me how many girls you confessed to, the great Hawkins psychologist.

Dustin snorts disapprovingly, shifting his gaze to his friend. You were wearing his jacket, his rings, and even, damn it, his shoes.

— And you remind me when your legs have grown so much that you now wear men's shoes. — the boy retorts, watching with pleasure how your always pale face turns red. — Keep in mind, you are dear to me, but such a miracle of nature needs to be studied in the laboratory.

— Shut up. — you groan exhausted, covering your face with hands. — I wouldn't have reached home in my shoes, Eddie himself offered his shoes. Henderson guffaws hysterically, asking through laughter— And what, Eddie, like, will he come in heals?

Exactly. He doesn't carry a change of shoes with him, like a decent schoolboy.

***

— You're a jerk. — you said maliciously, the next day seeing Munson sitting in the dining room as if nothing had happened. — If you decide to do something so thoughtless and stupid again, I'll kill you with your own shoes.

Eddie watched you swearing with an ill-concealed smile, leaning his head on his hand. When you had finished slandering, he flicked you lightly on the nose and turned to the food.

— It's all right, actually, a friend dropped me off in a car, I didn't walk barefoot — the guy stammered, as if catching himself in a lie. — Well, I didn't walk most of the way. A third, probably.

You said nothing and rolled your eyes indignantly, catching Dustin's boring gaze on you. He theatrically played with his eyebrows, looking first at you, then at Eddie, which caused you to show him the middle finger and go to eat somewhere else.

But then Chrissy Cunningham came into our lives. A sunny, cheerful girl who was the personification of innocence. You sincerely considered her a younger sister, too soft-hearted for a school where other children are so mercilessly bullied. When Chrissy started coming to the band's concerts, staying at club meetings and zealously trying to understand the meaning of D&D, you found it cute. Finally, you will have those who will support you in any endeavors.

And a few weeks later, Eddie Munson proudly announced to the entire dining room that he was dating Chrissy Cunningham.

Sunny Girl playfully took everything you ever had.

You decided to choose a favorite tactic since high school — she decided to endure and smile. The sedatives were tasteless, tasted unbearable bitterness and caused only nausea. If you could laugh, you would have burst out laughing at the fact that all the Hawkins pharmacists now know you by name and by sight, like an old good friend. While Lucas and Mike exchanged worried glances, and Dustin tried to hide the pills away unnoticed, you buried yourself deeper into the ground. You were drowning in pain, and even sitting in the bathroom up to your elbows in blood, it seemed to you that everything that was happening was unreal. As if tomorrow you would wake up again, covered with a prickly blanket, and Eddie would grumble that you were too dependent on coffee.

You really didn't want to go to the party. You knew who would be there and knew that seeing them once again would be a sophisticated torture, a new kind of masochism. But Dustin begged you to come all week, even during one of the attempts he managed to cry. You enthusiastically praised his acting skills, but did not promise anything. You didn't know how to pretend, and it was useless in front of Eddie — he read your emotions like a book.

Listening to the pathetic attempts of insults from a classmate, you mentally made a note never to follow Dustin Henderson's lead again in your life.

After an impressive number of nervous breakdowns this month, you were ready to swear that you were going to get angry and break his nose.

— I've endured Munson's company for so long, and he chose a prettier female? — the guy drawled, pretending to be pitiful, shaking his head.

— One more word, asshole, and I'll tell the head teacher about who really throws vulgar letters to the girls in the lockers. — you made a mocking grimace and pushed a classmate in the chest, freeing up a place for yourself to pass.

What was said was a real bluff, but you still hit the mark — you understood from the very beginning who was the sickest pervert in their school. Fleetingly looking up in the direction where the company of their club was standing, you raised your eyebrows in surprise. Eddie wasn't there anymore.

***

Can you imagine, some hero of our school kicked that freak who was climbing up to the girls at the party! — Dustin exclaimed enthusiastically in a conversation with you, almost jumping up from an overabundance of emotions — His nose is broken and, it seems, something else, but this idiot doesn't even remember who it was!

You let out a laugh, covering your mouth with the hand. You were rather amused not by the fact that your yesterday's abuser got what he deserved, but by how elated Dustin looked. His eyes shone with genuine joy, as if he was the one who dealt with your classmate. Gently patting the boy on the head, you lifted the corners of your lips, but your sickly look did not disappear, judging by how hard Henderson squeezed your hand.

— You should tell him. — Dustin said slowly, trying to gauge your reaction. — Your silence is too expensive, it can't go on like this.

You raised your head to the sky, barely restraining the urge to burst into shameful tears. You missed the old days so much, the late-night conversations and warm hugs, his voice, which gave off a strange but attractive hoarseness in the early morning, his virtuoso guitar playing and the same virtuoso jokes in the most difficult times. But your respected Eddie's choice, even if it wasn't you.

— At first I thought he was just not interested in a relationship with anyone. — you laughed hysterically, causing Dustin to shiver through his body. — And now it turned out that he was just interested in Chrissy. She's good, they're both incredibly lucky. I was just imagining things in my head, and then I believed it myself. Idiot.

***

— Something's going on with you. — Munson muttered, asserting rather than asking, tentatively touching your haggard cheek with his hand. — Have you been crying? I can make coffee.

You jerked as if from a blow, forcing Eddie to immediately remove his palm and look at his best friend in complete incomprehension. Frankly speaking, now your words about intensive preparation for exams seemed to the guy the most obvious lie in the world.

How could he believe you? You had never been able to lie plausibly.

— Just tell me the name of the person who upset you. You can only use the first syllable, I'll just deal with all the similar ones. Just don't be silent, I'm asking you, let's solve this together and discuss it.

Eddie's words hurt and unexpectedly pricked the heart, recalling the fiery speech of you after you learned about his new job related to the sale of substances. Munson's concern tormented the soul, because it was connected only with warm feelings for a friend.

— I fell in love. — you confessed with tragic anguish in your voice, gritting her teeth. — If you were in my place, you would cry too.

You can't tell him. It cannot spoil those precious relationships that have been scrupulously built over so many years. Can't interfere with his happiness, his future. It would be cruel and heartless towards the most native part of her broken soul.

— I'll bet I'll never cry because of some girl. You're wasting your energy and strength on unnecessary thoughts about some jerk, just forget it. — despite the joking tone, it was clear how much the guy was worried. — Let's have a coffee with you, and I also found a cool cassette with an interesting movie. Faster, faster, faster.

Eddie deftly picked up his friend in his arms, spun around the trailer and, not paying the slightest attention to your protests, threw you right on the wide sofa, throwing pillows. You laughed, leaning your head back on the soft blanket and with an expression of hopeless love watched Munson leave.

— I bet! — she shouted, sniffing and jumping under the blanket. — One day you will cry because you can't be with a cool girl, absolutely everyone goes through this stage.

The answer to you were a playful laugh from the kitchen.

***

And then Chrissy Cunningham died. A charming girl with deep blue eyes, who quickly became the soul of the whole company, was declared dead, and Eddie became the first suspect. Most of the school were very willing to believe in his guilt, without even trying to reflect. How convenient it is when you can legitimately justify your hatred, isn't it. You were barely deterred by Dustin from your attempts to lash out at every schoolboy who spread rumors with sadistic pleasure, throwing more and more accusations towards Munson. You would tear them all apart and never regret it.

Eddie looked terribly broken, and at the slightest glance at him, you already wanted to cry. His confused, faded eyes looked through you, somewhere far away, as if on that fateful day. He didn't talk much, avoided eye contact, and he wasn't joking at all. With all his appearance, the guy showed that it was better not to ask him about anything. You weren't going to.

— I believe you. — you said firmly, sitting down next to your friend. — Whatever you say, I know it's true, and I'm on your side anyway. If the police need my testimony, then no problem, you won't be charged for something you didn't do. I won't let you.

Eddie didn't say anything, although you didn't expect an answer, in silence he put his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes. Now it became much more difficult to stay in the usual position, but you persevered, despite the discomfort. If this is what you can do for him, then you are ready to sit like this all night, weightlessly touching his curly hair with your palm.

After learning about the true cause of Chrissy's death the next day, you thought that she was overexcited and delusional hallucinations began. But not believing in the existence of Vecna was equivalent to not believing all your friends who looked frighteningly serious. To come to terms with the fact that it is necessary to save the city, you were helped by several doses of sedatives and a good slap to herself in front of the bathroom mirror. Risking your life was scary to the point of trembling at the knees, but you would not forgive yourself if children started fighting instead of you.

***

— If there is a need to choose me or him, you choose him. — you narrowed your eyes threateningly, turning to Dustin. — If Eddie starts being a hero, you take him in your arms and run as fast as you can. Without. Looking back.

A couple of minutes ago, the conversation between Munson and you did not end very well — they did not want to take you into the team, so you screamed and defended her position during the entire dialogue with Eddie. You didn't even know what was more offensive — the fact that everyone approved Dustin's candidacy without any problems, or the fact that the rest were able to convince the adamant guy.

In any case, you trusted Henderson. The boy has a mind and definitely will not climb his chest into the embrasure for any reason, doubts of this type were only about Munson, who recently frightened the girl with his behavior. You did not put pressure on the guy and did not ask for details — he described Chrissy's death in a few words, and they were enough to imagine the degree of horror of any person in his place.

There was no question of a confession of feelings after the incident. You were disgusted at the thought that you would thereby try to replace Cunningham. You had never been such a bright girl.

— I've known Eddie for a very long time, so I can say with confidence that he's much more selfless than you think. — there was a silence, and Dustin shook his head thoughtfully. — Just don't let him be stupid, I'll deal with the rest. I have the keys to the trailer, we will close and not let him run to the feat.

Henderson agreed, ignoring the bad feeling in his chest. — You'll owe me something delicious.

***

The flying toothy creatures were the most disgusting thing you have ever seen. They made nauseating sounds, cutting the ear, and were barely perceptible because of their speed. After Eddie successfully attracted the attention of these monsters, you gently pushed Dustin in the shoulder, forcing him to distract from his thoughts.

— Too early. — the boy waved off, not even deigning to look at his friend. — We're running in thirty seconds. Stay where you are.

You ignored Henderson's commanding tone, already knowing what kind of beating you would give him after. You felt like an adult, of course. You would have been happy to believe it if the commander-in-chief of their company hadn't had his knees shaking while he counted down the remaining time.

— Let's go! — Dustin shouted, turning to Eddie, who had already managed to react and start escaping. — Faster, faster!

You swung your homemade spear with force and pierced through one of the monsters aiming at the boy's back. Deliberately slowing down a little to see the others, you noticed how Eddie also slowed down. Our gazes met, and Munson narrowed his eyes disapprovingly, grabbing you by the palm, and then pushing you forward. Dustin could have sworn that his wayward friends had just mentally exchanged something very secret. You could tell by the eyes.

— I'll run after you and Dustin, it's not up for discussion.

Well.. it's started.

***

Demonic creatures almost in a matter of seconds bit into the surface of their shelter, trying to get inside. It took you a lot of willpower to fight the growing panic — the creatures would burst in from second to second.

— Dustin, come on up! — Eddie took the initiative, constantly shifting his gaze from the entrance to the trailer to his friends. — Y\N, you're next.

You knew Munson's emotions too well for his behavior not to arouse suspicion in you. He was thinking about something feverishly, and you didn't like it.

— Now it's my turn to be the last. — you replied coldly, swallowing nervously. Dustin, upstairs, frowned at the bridge of his nose in utter incomprehension.

Eddie grimaced with displeasure, shuddering all over from the sharp impact of the monsters on the roof. He gently grabbed you by the shoulders and leaned slightly towards you, matching your height. His dark brown eyes looked so pleading for the first time.

— Please. Please, for the first and last time.

And she gave in.

Having barely climbed the rope, if the rags tied together can be called that, you caught your breath hard, putting your hand to the chest. Henderson breathed a sigh of relief, feeling joy because of the successful resolution of the conflict. And then he screamed.

Damn Eddie Munson cut the rope and threw back the mattress, depriving himself and his friends of the opportunity to go to another world. Only here you didn't calculate a little what an enraged you is capable of.

— He's fucked up. — you whispered, convulsively building a tall structure of chairs, pillows and other objects at hand. — Jump after me, I'll lay you a mattress on the other side. Everything is as agreed yesterday.

The boy nodded eagerly. And you were ready to give him a bonus for the fact that he never asked stupid questions.

It was very painful to land, but there was no time left to feel sorry for yourself. Eddie did not have time to leave the trailer, bending down for his previously discarded weapon. Probably, he did not expect the appearance of friends, because when you fell, who completely knocked off your knees, Munson cursed loudly, rushing to you.

— Dustin! — you took advantage of the guy's hitch and deftly pushed the mattress into place, hoping that Henderson managed to climb onto a pile of chairs. And so it happened — the boy fell next to you a second later, and then clung tightly to Munson.

— Are you crazy?! — Dustin shouted, deafening absolutely everyone present. — Where did you climb, you idiot, I knew it, I knew it!

The trailer swayed, already yielding strongly to the pressure of the bats, who did not stop scratching their claws on the roof. You pursed your lips and looked at the two people you loved, blood began to pound deafeningly in your temples. You had come to this feeling long before today, it was just a good moment to admit it.

The last thing you saw before you ran out of the house and locked the front door was his brown eyes.

***

You didn't remember exactly how you ended up on Eddie's lap. It seems that he moved you to him from the damp ground, unintentionally dropping cold tears on the pale face of you. They gave at least a little of the desired coolness — You felt as if your body was burning with fire.

— Remember, you and I bet that you would never cry because of a girl. — you smiled radiantly, tears stood out at the corners of your eyes, — So you lost, Munson. You owe me one wish.

Eddie couldn't smile back at you. With shaking hands, he held the bleeding wound on your stomach tightly, as if it could really help somehow. Your body was wounded through and through.

— I agree, I agree, just let you make me a wish tomorrow. — Munson obediently nodded, his hoarse voice trembled treacherously. — Let me make coffee tomorrow, and you make a wish, we haven't watched the movie yet.

Mary shook her head slightly reproachfully, touching the guy's wet cheek with a barely moving hand. Eddie immediately clung to her palm, blissfully closing his eyes and exhaling raggedly.

— No, I'll make my wish now. — you gently objected, noticing how Manson frowned in disbelief, hope was still burning in his eyes. — You should meet a good one in the future, such as Chrissy, who can make you happy. You have to give her love and never, ever leave her alone, because without you she will be unbearable. I must not regret anything and continue to play the guitar. You haven't forgotten that our band is playing next Friday, have you?

Your breathing became very rapid, as you had to spend a lot of energy on such a large number of words. You smiled bitterly when a thick veil suddenly covered her eyes. Everything was obvious.

— I've already met a girl, I don't need another one. — Eddie protested in despair, but only a hoarse voice escaped from his throat. He realized that Carter hadn't looked him in the eye for a long time, and this realization finally finished him off—Chrissy asked me to meet her for show, because her ex couldn't calm down in any way.

You open your mouth in confusion, feeling a familiar metallic taste on your tongue. The tears had long since ended, so you could only shudder soundlessly in the arms of a loved one, rocking you from side to side, as if lulling you to sleep.

— She will laugh when I tell her what I have lost in my life. — the attempt to smile again ended with a cough with blood, Munson bent over you even more, gently stroking her face with his palm.

— No, you won't tell her. — he clenched his teeth tightly, stubbornly unwilling to give in. — You must be the first to congratulate me on graduating from the damn school, you said so yourself. I'm a jerk and I'm a coward because I was terrified of your rejection, and then you started to get tired of studying for exams, and I thought it would be selfish to burden you with something else. Let's go to the movies this weekend, huh?

You felt a terrible drowsiness, which was almost impossible to fight. It rolled in waves, confusing absolutely all thoughts and making it difficult to concentrate. The only thing you regretted was that you had lost the opportunity to see Eddie one last time before succumbing to the desire to fall asleep.

— Kiss me. — you whispered with your lips, subconsciously feeling the rapid approach of something inexplicable.

His lips were soft, but really icy. You squeezed your eyes shut with boundless pleasure, feeling Eddie's palms on your face. Gentle touches again and again awakened that sweet thrill in the chest that always arose in his presence.

— I'm happy. — you said on an exhale, without opening your eyes. — Because I'm in the arms of my first and last love.

Eddie Munson will never fulfill your wish.

[ogradyfilm]

Recently Viewed: Orochi

[The following review contains MAJOR SPOILERS; YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!]

Orochi is one of those miracles of film preservation: a century-old silent melodrama from a period in the history of cinema that precious few motion pictures survived (and certainly from which none escaped totally unscathed), cobbled together from elements recovered from various disparate sources—including, according to the opening credits, archival footage salvaged from a documentary produced in the 1970s—and resurrected for future generations, like an echo from the distant past. In that context, the quality of the movie itself is almost irrelevant; its mere existence is impressive enough.

The story is a tragedy in the tradition of Sophocles and Euripides: a series of miseries, woes, and indignities endured in rapid succession—a torrential deluge of suffering utterly devoid of even the pretense of hope to alleviate the central character’s anguish (indeed, the pervasive atmosphere of despair occasionally borders on absurdist comedy). Shakespeare’s Romeo may have been “fortune’s fool,” but the protagonist of this bleak cautionary tale is somehow less favored by the Fates. Despite his unwavering chivalry and virtue, low-ranking samurai Heisaburo Kuritomi’s stubborn pride, tactless honesty, and inflexible moral code (classic examples of what the Greeks called “hamartia”) are frequently mistaken for disrespect and insolence—feudal Japan, after all, had a rather distorted definition of “honor”: hypocrisy and corruption were easily disguised by the superficial façade of courtesy, propriety, and decorum; likewise, rank, wealth, and reputation were often wielded as weapons against the courageous few that dared to challenge the status quo. Thus is our disgraced, wretched hero a victim of his culture’s prejudices, unjustly persecuted by those that take advantage of their privilege and power to exploit the weak—and his gradual descent down the social ladder (tumbling first from devoted scholar to vagabond ronin, then plummeting to the level of reluctant outlaw, before finally ending up as a feral barbarian) is as spectacular to behold as it is excruciating to witness.

Buntaro Futagawa’s confident, workmanlike direction perfectly complements the relentless urgency of the narrative. Montages replete with dissolves, cross-fades, and match cuts expand and condense time and space, elegantly conveying Kuritomi’s deteriorating sanity. Sweeping, fluid camera movements gracefully track the action, capturing the frantic chase scenes and frenetic sword fights in long, seamless, unbroken takes. The exaggerated performances and stylized makeup and costuming evoke the artifice of kabuki theater, lending a welcome touch of surrealism to the otherwise oppressively naturalistic plot (a compelling juxtaposition). The 4K restoration recently screened at Metrograph was further enriched by a propulsive musical score (courtesy of composer Yasuaki Shimizu, who was in attendance) and energetic—albeit excessively expository—benshi narration (prerecorded, sadly; after experiencing Ichiro Kataoka’s magnificent presentation of A Diary of Chuji’s Travels at Japan Society last December, I would have preferred another live accompaniment—alas, c’est la vie).

Fiercely political, defiantly critical of authority, and unapologetically humanist in its sympathies (it was, in fact, censored upon its initial release due to its perceived subversive themes), Orochi feels as relevant today—i.e., in the “post-truth” era embodied by America’s current presidential administration—as it was a hundred years ago. What a delightful discovery!

[misskesh44]

We keep hearing about Men and Porn, and NOTHING about the opposite side of the coin....

WOMEN.

Women, if you are still watching porn, you are not ready for your King.

You say you want a man who sees you, honors you, protects your heart and worships your soul....

If you are still feeding your energy to artificial lust,

If you are still opening your womb to a screen,

If you are still self-pleasuring in isolation to strangers who will never love you,

You are not preparing for sacred love.

You are preparing for spiritual vacancy.

You don’t get to say you’re walking in divine femininity while you entertain frequency-level soul ties with lust-driven shadows.

You don’t get to ask the Most High to send you a King while you’re leaking sacred essence into the void.

You don’t get to claim you’re a goddess while sacrificing your sensual power at the altar of pixelated seduction.

Because what you engage with when you watch porn isn’t “just a video.”

It’s not “just for fun.”

It’s not “just a release.”

It is a ritual.

A portal.

A psychic contract.

Every time you surrender your pleasure to it,

Every time your body climaxes to a fantasy not rooted in love,

You fragment.

Your nervous system bonds with disembodied energies.

Your subconscious creates imprints of false intimacy.

And your womb, your sacred throne, becomes a chamber of distorted frequency.

Do you wonder why your heart feels empty after?

Do you notice the subtle guilt that lingers in your body?

The shame?

The craving for real connection that never gets satisfied?

It never will.

What you’re doing is handing over your feminine magnetism to synthetic simulation.

You’re giving your body to something that was never meant to enter you.

You’re welcoming into your field the energies of exploitation, pain, suppression, and soulless performance, and then wondering why divine love doesn’t land.

Porn doesn’t feed the goddess in you.

It starves her.

It teaches your body to expect counterfeit connection.

It trains your nervous system to feel safest in control and fantasy,

not surrender and presence.

It makes you mistake attention for love.

Performance for devotion.

Climax for connection.

You are not meant to be consumed.

You are meant to be worshipped.

Not through vanity, but through reverent union.

That starts with how you treat your own temple.

YOUR WOMB IS SACRED SPACE.

It is not just a biological organ, it is a living altar.

A portal through which life, energy, wisdom, and creation flow.

Everything you expose it to, physically, emotionally, energetically, becomes part of your frequency.

When you climax to porn, you are opening that sacred gate to uninvited spirits.

You are handing your power to frequencies that were never meant to touch you.

And worse, you are carrying them into your future relationship, your future union, your future children.

You want a King?

Then prepare your Queendom.

You cannot call in a man of God while entertaining lust demons in your private hours.

You cannot birth divine union while stimulating yourself to trauma-coded simulations of pleasure.

You cannot embody the high priestess while playing in the lower temples of seduction.

PORN IS NOT EMPOWERMENT — IT’S SPIRITUAL SABOTAGE

When a woman watches porn:

She severs her intuitive connection to her body.

She teaches her soul to seek pleasure without presence.

She opens her gates to unseen energies.

She dims the radiant light that would attract her divine counterpart

He will not find you in the energy of fragmentation.

He will not recognize you beneath layers of unhealed desire.

He will not be able to enter fully if your sacred center is still haunted by echoes of fantasy.

If you truly want a man who sees you as sacred, you must treat yourself as sacred first.

That means cleansing your body of artificial intimacy.

That means detoxing your nervous system from instant gratification.

That means pulling your power back from every shadow you gave it to.

That means choosing wholeness over hunger.

Devotion over dopamine.

Presence over performance.

When a woman reclaims her womb:

She becomes magnetic.

She becomes untouchable by anything not sent from God.

She becomes radiant in a way no screen can replicate.

She no longer seeks attention,

she emits truth.

She no longer tries to seduce, she becomes the seduction of the Divine itself.

She no longer performs, she opens.

She receives.

She becomes a living chalice of grace.

So no,

You don’t deserve him.

Not while you’re feeding the spirits of lust.

Not while you’re filling your temple with shadows.

Not while your pleasure is entangled in isolation and artificial bonding

You want a sacred man?

Then do the sacred work.

Cleanse your temple.

Call your soul back into your body.

Unplug from distortion.

Reconnect with God.

Fast from lust.

Face your wounds.

Relearn touch.

Rebuild reverence.

No Queen is crowned in secret if she’s still bowing before counterfeit thrones.

YOU DESERVE TO BE A WOMAN WHO MAKES A KING FEEL LIKE HE’S COME HOME TO HEAVEN, NOT A PLACE TO COMPETE WITH IMAGES

YOU DESERVE TO GUARD HIS ENERGY, HIS HEART, HIS PURPOSE, NOT CONFUSE HIM WITH SHADOWS

YOU DESERVE TO MASTER YOUR BODY, YOUR DESIRE, AND YOUR WORTH, BECAUSE HE DESERVES A WOMAN WHO WALKS IN TRUTH

This isn’t about shame.

This is about remembrance.

You were never meant to be ordinary.

You are a temple.

You are the Holy of Holies.

You are a womb of nations.

You are the echo of Sophia and the breath of the Most High.

When you rise in that knowing:

The right man will rise to meet you there.

By: Jason Gray

Art: FreePik

[madamejadex]

Hi Madame Jade. Thank you so much for your kind answer on my last message.. it really helped me to feel a bit more comfortable in myself and also feel that my desires are validated somehow. But that’s a bit what scares me. I don’t have much experience outside of normal type of sex. But I get so turned on by some of the more heavier bdsm stuff. And I all want to do is give myself to you. Experience how it might feel to belong to you and have me do all these things for you and follow your ever command. I feel I couldn’t even tell you my exact kinks because right now I just want to do everything. Is that wrong of me?

- 🐚

Hi, my little seashell.

I'm so glad my last message brought you even a little comfort. I could feel the yearning in your words, that tender ache for something more and I want you to know, there is absolutely no shame in that. There's no shame in craving, in curiosity, in feeling your body respond to new thoughts, new desires, whether they're sensual or simply intimate.

That soft ache? That pull toward the unknown? It’s a beautiful part of discovering yourself.

But something I wish more people said, especially when we're just beginning to explore, is this: reading about something and experiencing it in real life are two very different things. Trust me, I’ve been there. When I first started, my kink list was impossibly long, everything sounded exciting, especially when it comes from a well written story full of heat or a dirty movie. But the moment I began trying those things for real, that list started to shift. Some fantasies stayed just that, fantasies. Things I still find arousing in fiction, but I know I wouldn’t enjoy in practice. And that's okay.

That's part of the journey: learning what feels right in your body, in your heart, in your own lived experience.

So when you’re ready, I always recommend exploring with someone you trust, someone you have a connection with emotionally and energetically. That may take time and that’s perfectly fine. Give yourself the time. There’s no race, no deadline.

And while I can’t give you real-life experience through the screen, I can still be here for you through my writing and through the space we share here together.

If you ever do feel drawn to explore further, don’t be afraid to look into reputable BDSM clubs or communities near you. I know that can sound intimidating at first, there’s often stigma, or fear of the unknown, but serious, well-run venues are built on safety, consent, and education. Many require you to register, often through a vetted BDSM site where you fill out a detailed profile, including your interests, boundaries, and what you're hoping to find. There are documents, codes of conduct, even orientation sessions, not to make things complicated, but to make sure that everyone who enters understands the deep importance of safety, communication, and respect.

In fact, it was in spaces like that where I truly began to bloom. Where I found people who didn’t just do kink, they lived it with care, with integrity, and with understanding.

So take your time. Read. Learn. Get familiar with the landscape of what BDSM can look like not just the scenes, but the values, the communication, the trust. And remember: you never owe anyone your submission. There is no pressure. Not ever. This journey is yours, and yours alone. You decide when. How. If.

And until then, I hope you take gentle care of yourself. You are always welcome here, my sweet girl. And trust me when I say, I would be honored to have someone as tender, curious, and precious as you.

xo Miss Jade

[koumeowkami]

☆ paradox live as stray kids songs!

i've always thought that stray kids had some sort of paralive style attached to them, considering all the genres they've covered over the years. so since me and @paixarina have been talking a lot about it lately here's one of my good bad old music analysis posts :D you can take these as recommendations! stan paralive, stan skz <3

— BAE ; MIROH

honorable mentions: give me your tmi, boxer, super board

bae's style has always been very edm oriented, with a hint of pop. especially songs like we are the future and bermuda triangle are very hard-hitting and energetic, so i couldn't help but think about miroh.

— THE CAT'S WHISKERS ; MUDDY WATER

honorable mentions: scene stealers (3racha)

tcw's unique jazz style made me immediately think of muddy water. this old-style, shallow sound perfectly fits with them! even the rap style is similar to tcw's, imo.

— COZMEZ ; EASY

honorable mentions: double knot, zone (3racha), 19

i'm pretty sure stray kids fits cozmez the most in general. i thought of so many songs that reminded me of them, i can't mention them all lmao. young, angsty vibes, expressed through raging trap music? that's peak cozmez style!

— AKAN YATSURA ; TA

honorable mentions: thunderous

do you want akyr's festival-ish sound, mixed with traditional sound? ta is the answer! it reminds me of wanted vibes a lot. i think skz's boisterous but cheerful music fits them the most.

— VISTY ; GET COOL

honorable mentions: haven

i admit it was hard to pick a more cutesy song that could remind me of visty 😭 but in the end i settled on probably the cutest and poppiest song skz has ever made. it encompasses visty's refreshing sound well :P

— AMPRULE ; WOLFGANG

we got it! at least one song! wolfgang has that dramatic and goth-ish vibe that defines amprule as well. the violins on the dark instrumental are soooo amprule coded.

— 1NM8 ; 3RD EYE

honorable mentions: silent cry

1nm8's experimental sound is so hard to find anywhere else tbh. skz are also pretty experimental themselves and i decided including some of their "weirdest" songs in this section... they give me the same ethereal feeling of 1nm8.

— GOKU LUCK ; BEWARE

honorable mentions: battle ground

do you want some good old rage? early skz was so edgy, even beware's title is so perfectly in sync with goku luck's concept (i mean... they're criminals. makes sense). battle ground isn't an old song but!! they went back to their old rock-ish sound and it just reminds of goku luck SO MUCH!!

— BURAIKAN ; TOPLINE (FEAT. TIGER JK)

honorable mentions: hall of fame

idk man, this is the music vips would make?? like, you just feel how powerful they are?? buraikan's music just gives me that exact vibe as well :D