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sehunniepotwrites · 3 years

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AS YOU WISH | J.JH | TWO

cover by @seostudios

SYNOPSIS. He was a boy, she was a girl— can I make it any more obvious?

But actually, she was a cursed genie of two thousand years who longed to be freed of her gilded cage and he was a modern but lonely boy who hoped to free her. He just didn’t expect to fall in love with her in the process.

GENRE. angst, slow burn, romance, genie!au, reincarnation!au, royal!au, thief!au PAIRING. jeong jaehyun x female genie!reader MINOR CHARACTERS. mark lee, moon taeil, jeong sungchan, lee taeyong, johnny suh WORD COUNT. 2k

WARNINGS. stealing, mentions of cuts and wounds, blood, physical beating, derogatory name calling, a lifetime of pain

ONE: PAST | TWO: INTERLUDE | THREE: PRESENT

You had all the magic in the world at the tips of your fingers but what was the point of it all? None of your spells or incantations as a genie would bring Yuno back to you. Even a genie had their limitations— there were rules and regulations to follow and Rowena made sure you understood them perfectly.

As a genie, you were bound to your lamp unless your master called for you or wished for your freedom. The only other way for you to escape the curse was if Yuno was able to find you, become your last master, and set you free with a lover’s kiss. The situation itself sounded impossible but one could still hope in the good of people. You never wanted to lose hope in the hearts of humans but as time went on, your own heart hardened by witnessing the complete selfishness of others.

The rules you had to relay to your masters were simple. They were given two choices: to have one wish granted with endless possibilities until the end of their lives or have three restrictive wishes granted. As much as you wanted someone to wish you free, they never did, too blinded by their own wants.

Every master who had found you throughout your years picked the option of having one wish granted. With each desire fulfilled, you lost faith in the human race and were completely disgusted at their actions.

You were not able to kill, bring anyone back from the dead, or force anyone to fall in love with another person and yet, your masters found ways to come close to having these wishes granted. Those were the people you remembered most.

One of those masters was named Taeyong. He was a young man, his lithe body filled with ambition. He strived for fame and fortune and refused any other light but the spotlight. He found you in his grandfather’s belongings after his kin passed and kept you to satisfy his selfish needs.

His one wish was to remain the richest bachelor in the world and to never run out of money. Taeyong spent frivolously with you by his side, your powers robbing those with higher numbers then him.

Taeyong remained on top of the world but at the cost of stealing what really belonged to others.

Another master you had met along the way was the handsome Youngho, a businessman who had no time for socializing. He was always nose deep into his work, calling you out at random times to keep him company. He never wished for anything; he just wanted to have someone with him.

Youngho said he liked having you around and he was glad he found you. He described you as a guiding light that kept him on the path and you almost fell for his charms. Your hardening heart softened and you found yourself falling for the lonely businessman with the sharp eyes and kind smile.

“Thank you,” Youngho said one day as you sat beside him, his head curled on your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“For what?” you asked.

“For being there for me when no one else was,” he replied and you felt the flutters in your stomach. It had been centuries since you had last seen your prince but the Yuno-sized hole in your heart was slowly being filled with Youngho.

But just as you let your guard down and your heart grew soft, something happened. Youngho fell in love with another— someone who wasn’t you. The pain you felt was excruciating and you had to grin and bear it as he asked you for an endless supply of the most powerful love potion in the universe.

You had no choice but to give it to Youngho and watch him as he poured the substance into another’s cup every time they started to slip from the man’s grasp. The potion itself did not mimic the feeling of love itself, it simply gave the consumer a case of strong infatuation aimed towards the giver.

It was then you decided to hate humans and their extreme selfishness. The only people you refused to hate were Yuno and Minhyung— but they, much like the love in your heart, were long gone.

Reincarnations, you quickly discovered, were real. You could not count how many times one of your former masters found you in their new lifetime. Seeing Youngho reincarnated did not shock you one bit. He was named Johnny in this life and no matter how many smiles he flashed your way, you refused to reciprocate the action.

All humans are selfish, you repeated the mantra in your head. Do not trust anyone.

You could not fall for his dazzling smile again. You refused to. The only person that belonged in your heart was Prince Yuno.

Similar to his last life, Johnny was a workaholic. He was a businessman with almost no time on his hands but the male still made time for his friends. You heard the voices of his closest colleagues often as Johnny brought you everywhere, your lamp tucked into his bag. He kept you hidden, a secret for only him to enjoy for the rest of his days.

Some of the voices were oddly similar to ones you had heard before and how you wanted to laugh. You heard Taeyong’s voice once; how funny was it that all your former masters met in this life? With a roll of your eyes, you remembered a saying Yuno would often iterate: “You attract what you are.”

Selfish, selfish, selfish. That’s what all humans were.

There was a day Johnny had his other colleagues over for a late night drink. He hid your lamp in plain sight, the object acting as a paperweight on his coffee table as his friends gathered around the living room.

“If you could have one wish granted, what would it be?” Johnny posed the question, taking a sip of his drink. He reiterated the rules you gave him and you scoffed; the man couldn’t decide on what to wish for so he turned to his friends for ideas.

“Fame, naturally,” Taeyong’s reincarnation replied and you chuckled bitterly from inside your cage. He never changed. “I want people to remember my name.”

“Of course you would ask for that, you narcissist,” Johnny laughed, the others chiming in as well. They took turns around the room and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at each request.

Johnny posed the idea of forever staying on top, no matter the means.

“So, let’s say someone takes the number one spot, would you do whatever it takes to snatch it away from them?” A new voice muttered. It sounded awfully familiar and it made your heart lurch forward.

“Yeah,” you heard Johnny reply nonchalantly.

“Even if it led to hurting them?” the deep voice asked again. Tears welled up in your eyes and you couldn’t figure out why.

“Since killing them isn’t an option, hurting them until they’re on the brink of being ruined, why the hell not?” Johnny pushed. His other friends agreed with him but that one achingly familiar voice openly opposed his companion’s choice.

“Isn’t that a bit harsh? Some people spend years working their way up to the top and I think they deserve to stay up there,” he retaliated.

“Jeffery, isn’t that a bit naive to say in the business world?” Johnny asked, a bit of edge in his voice. “It’s a dog eat dog world out there. You can’t rely on goodness and hard work to get you through everything.”

“But doing that, stepping on the underdog— it isn’t right,” the man named Jeffery said. “They’ll suffer. I don’t know, I just feel like it’s always been my duty to assist those below us and help them thrive.”

Why did Jeffery’s words sound like something you had heard before?

As the men continued their discussion, a memory from long ago came to mind. Yuno’s face during your second meeting came to mind, his handsome features wrinkled as he expressed his disappointment in Rowena’s actions: “What she is doing to the people out here, it isn’t right. They are suffering and I feel as if it is my duty to stop her.”

Bless the stars, you had found him.

Yuno. Your Yuno

The tears began to fall as you sobbed. He was right there with you, in the same room. You closed your eyes and listened for his voice again and placed your hand on the wall of your lamp. You were facing the direction Yuno’s voice was coming from and a smile broke out on your lips. The action of smiling felt weird to experience, seeing as how long it had been since you last grinned this widely.

After how many years of not having him by your side, your prince was finally there with you. If only you could let yourself out of your lamp.

“Hey, what is that?” Jeffery asked.

“What’s what?” Johnny replied, a bit confused.

The conversation shifted as your hand remained on the wall. They were no longer talking about wishes; instead, they were talking about you, or rather, your lamp.

“I’ve never seen that before, John; is it new?” Jeffery pushed. You felt a warmth radiating against the golden walls, a warmth similar to Yuno’s loving touch. This was it, you thought. The reunion you had been waiting for.

It grew hotter and hotter, your heart was about to burst. Electricity was flooding through your veins and a dizzying spell reached your head.

Just a little bit more, my prince. A little bit more, you said to yourself, your hand clasping against your lips as sobs of joy began to escape.

“No!” Johnny shouted. “Don’t touch that!”

Just as quickly that warmth surrounded you, it was snatched away with the same amount of speed. It disappeared, the walls now cold as your lamp shook. The sudden action jolted you across your space, causing you to hit your head on a surface.

“Sorry, John!” Jeffery said, “I was just curious.”

The mood in the room shifted and so did the mood inside your lamp.

“I think you all should go.”

“Wait, just because I tried to touch your thing?” Jeffery fought back. “It can’t be that serious, can it?”

Not liking the sudden shift, the other colleagues obeyed Johnny’s request.

“It is that serious and I think you should leave.”

“No!” you screamed from your cage, now banging on the walls. Johnny felt your actions, the lamp shaking as you continued to hit the surface. “No, no, no, no, no! Please!”

Please, you begged miserably. Using a bit of your magic that would surely cost you a bit of your health, you willed yourself to peek through spout and there he was, still as beautiful as ever.

His name might have been Jeffery in that life but he was still your Yuno. He stood there, looking just as princely as he did in the past. His blazer was draped over his shoulder with a tie loosened around his neck and white sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His eyebrows were furrowed and a frown hid the dimples you loved so much.

Oh, how much you wanted to escape and turn that frown upside down. To kiss the downward curl away like you had back in the days when you were together.

“Go, Jeff,” Johnny’s voice hardened, almost challenging the younger. Jeffery took one more glance at the lamp behind his hand and you caught his eye.

You watched as he did a double take with a look of confusion before a flash of pain took over his face. That expression of discomfort went away as the man shook his head. He dragged a hand over his immaculate face, stealing your one last glance at his beauty from you, as he unwillingly put on his shoes.

“Fuck, fine,” Jeffery said before taking his leave, his back turned from you. You bit on your lip as another sob escaped you.

Don’t go.

Don’t leave me.

Don’t leave me alone again.

He promised to always find you. Why couldn’t he find you this time around?

Yuno was so close yet so far.

How much more of this pain could a genie like you take?

Why was the universe set on keeping you apart?

Why couldn’t you finally have the only thing you wanted?

Why couldn’t your wish come true?

author’s note. hello, my genie lovers! this is the second part of three or four. i’m still working on the last part-- it’s a really slow process but i’m getting there! be patient with me, please! i would love to hear feedback from everyone! any thoughts on the rules she has to follow? her masters? her unwavering love for Yuno? uwu

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anolyso · 3 years

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Utena thoughts...about 2 weeks later

I've been putting it off for way too long and so most of my thoughts stopped being fresh. On top of watching way too many analysis vids post-watch, but still I do at least want to put my 2cents of Revolutionary Girl Utena out there for the world.

Utena is perhaps one of the most famous "magical girl"/shoujo action shows out there for not only it's transgressive themes of relationship abuse and low-key pretty much being the poster girl for like actual feminist perspective on/in anime...but also just doing it all in both a heavily allegorical and understated, yet super over-the-top stylish fashion

But that's it's reputation preceding itself, is Utena worth while all these years? The answer is Yes, but it also really shows it's age and budget in pacing and repetition, tho as an appreciator for "behind the scenes" compromises in art, it's more showcasing Ikuhara's talent in working around both taboo and long-form budget constraints with just well-thought out and iconic imagery that - while episodic and formulaic - is just very good at filling the 39 eps with feasts for the eyes.

Utena broadly is about tomboy Utena with memories long ago after her parents died being "saved" by a princely figure like a princess...except she's so enthralled by the nostalgia that instead she becomes a full on Prince herself and receives a dueling ring to fight in the Ohtori Acadamy secret duels for "engagement" to Rose Bride Himemiya Anthy.

Utena is divided between 4 arcs, only the first and last being Manga adapted from hearsay:

1: Student Council Saga

2: Black Rose Saga

3: Akio Ohtori Saga

4: Apocalypse

From back to forth I'd say that Akio + Apoc is more just escalation into the finale while Black Rose being anime original comes off as a glorified side-character study which while complementing the secondary cast, feels like one of those Anime movies that has to say "but if you don't watch this part, it's pretty much optional for the main plot" despite it also actually introducing the most important antagonist within it's margins.

More importantly, it's the Student Council (arc and the actual people) that lay the foundation but also a large part of the show's focus which ironically puts Utena in the background until like almost the finale and some in-between developments, so it's less "Utena (and Anthy Himemiya)'s story" until the very end, but more like a showcase of how fucked up the system at large is (pin in that).

By the Council themselves is:

Kyouichi Saionji: The biggest jobber, like actually introduced as the most despicable loser ep 1 and proceeds to be a complete arrogant joke for the rest of the show. Honestly in another shojo "love" story, they'd find some way to redeem him but semi-compellingly they turn him into like an Aqua-lad type pathetic brat with an inferiority complex to the actual Student head

Miki Kaoru: the naive "nice, non-threatening soft boy" that also just never actually listens to the girls around him. Probably adds more complexity to the whole patriarchal idea on analytic reflection since yeah, the whole "nice guy finishes last" plays up better when the kid comes off as that "ally" energy of wanting to save Himemiya from being the Rose Bride but also low-key won't actually not just do the duels and win her cuz he's that sorta wishy-washy hypocrite. Arguably the least hateable guy in the cast (minus mascot Chu-Chu)

Juri Arisugawa: TRAGIC LESBIAN TRIANGLE LOVE. Probably the biggest point to of both "not-explicitly homosexual" but also really freaking obvious since her entire story is her girlfriend stealing her "boy crush" when actually she was crushing on her and being pretty much frustrated throughout her story as pining most of it. It's quaint by today's standards but also like damn girl, get over her she was like the worst back stabbing bitch (literally if Black Rose counts)

Nanami Kiryuu: SPEAKING OF QUEEN BITCH, it's been a long time since I've watched a High School girl bully and honestly it's kinda refreshing. If Miki is "soft-boy uwu" Nanami is a brat that gets her come-uppance often, featured prominently as an anime only with the MOST filler/comedic episodes but also not low-key, being the most out-spoken actual brother complex ironically spins perhaps the biggest twist and ironic relationships of "I love my brother but not-like-that but also like-that" by the end. Mostly comedic relief but I find her inclusion to actually add a lot more to juxtapose...

Touga Kiryuu: Big Student Council Prez himself, the first arc antagonist and also a strong foil to Saionji and later a stepping stone for Akio. Touga is THE image of a Princely Playboy Heart-Throb that in any other Shoujo romance would have the main girl win him over from all those "other girls" despite him being apathetic if not outright manipulative of them. Good thing Utena is better than that and really puts a spotlight on just not-actually-ok his power hunger for "the power to bring the world revolution" that leads him to heavily objectify Anthy, arguably even more than Misogynist Trophy Girlfriend beater Saionji, since he doesn't even see her as more than a means to an end despite professing and looking the Prince part but lacking all the actual virtues.

The Student council matters more since they're characters and subsequent tragic flaws are the ACTUAL meat of the show and on second rumination actual shows more how fucked up the system/gender dynamic/power hierarchy is since - while it blatantly fucks over Juri who can't just outright say who she likes - also show almost it's own sub-text of Masculine failings: Saionji desperately clinging to being TOXIC MASCULINE™ and completely falling short underneath Touga; Miki's "nice boy" act belying him trying to replace his low-key nostalgia for his sister (also a bitch, but apparently was more like Nanami in the manga); and best yet Touga being the quintessential "Prince in all but actual behavior" by emulating a cutthroat and Machiavellian world view but coming up empty because well, he's just an illusion of a prince...but that leads in way more to the big finale piece where I'll reintroduce the actual story's main trio

Utena Tenjou: Tomboy Prince with brain empty except for lesbian thoughts. Honestly probably what every western "STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN" archetype wishes they were since while having very tomboyish personality in athletics, blunt speaking and also VERY oblivious to the actual plot for REAL DRAMATIC IRONY, but also never actually demeaning her being feminine partially due to her love of an childhood prince and how she maintains her relationship with both her friend Wakaba and later Anthy. Honestly mostly a plot device after S1 until she gets ACTUAL development by the very end and instead kinda bumbles her way into undoing the entire REVOLUTION OF THE WORLD. I kinda wish she felt either more cognizant or at least felt like she was developing/properly rebuking the rest of the cast's power obsessions but I guess that's for the movie.

Anthy Himemiya: Actual Trophy Wife with a dark secret (darker than ski- wait no that's terrible scratch that). Set-up very much as an immediate princess in distress while also being the most femme Yamato Nadeshiko, Anthy being the Rose Bride as a literal prize who acts and behaves as whom she's "engaged" with desires while otherwise being quiet, wry, mysterious and noticably submissive, by the end it actually plays up into THE BIG REVEALS of just how abused she's been into a hopeless acceptance...like y'know actual abuse victims.

Akio Ohtori: Grade A Antagonist, probably the most insidious I've seen a villain in a while, Akio is notable for, back in 1997, being perhaps the big go-to of actual deconstructing the facade of a whole shoujo genre's "hots for a teacher/sexy man putting the moves" and highlighting how actually exploitative and abusive a person like that really is. Being Himemiya's brother (somewhat justified in the manga by both being a weird Sailor Moon-esque reincarnation of gods/godesses of Dios), despite how much of his motives are runing the background and how the entire back story is uh...brought up in like barely in the last arc with little lead up (some scenes feel like they'd be a full melodrama season and they just have like 1 scene in the final arc episodes) he manages to one-up Touga (in the plot as well) by instead of "just" objectifying girls, not-just-flat out saying Utena looks best as a princess, but y'know the fact that he is implicitly yet constantly exploiting and victim-blaming Anthy for her own suffering for "the power of Dios/Revolution of the world" turns it on its head

I've spent all this time on characters but in truth a lot of the meat of the show relies again on the Council Members fleshing out the issues of system leading to outright divorcing "being a Prince" (heroic altruistic virtues) and "being a man" (considering like all but maybe the comedic relief have some deliberately misogynistic behavior) and beyond just the plot (or rather character) synopsis, the talent goes far more in how it's framed, the symbolic/allegorical shots, the repetition adding a good episode formula flow to character showcases, probably the most "tasteful" allusion to uh...*ahem* sexual abuse that so many other edgier/prentious shows fumble. Both in how intimidating yet understated it's foreshadowing is until they hard-reveal it despite never explicitly naming it even tho it sends Nanami into hysterics

Really it's both a massive blessing and reason for it's cult beloved status for it's aesthetics but also it's burden, for being a full 39 episodic season by season character development study of everyone BUT the main trio except for snippets and the very end that makes it greatly appreciable as a legitimate work of art.

What I wanted more to say however (long overdue) is that a large part of following is, visibly at least, western feminist critiques and yes while it almost seems like Utena fits the "deconstructing patriarchy" story like a glove...it's weird how almost none of them actually can give a good historical account of actual Japanese female/gender/sexuality norms nor Anime contemporaries actually were. Like Tenchi Muyo and Berserk came out the same year (Cardcaptor Sakura the next) and despite how you can "feel" the influence in lots of modern shows like SHAFT's signature visual imagery cuts or many WESETERN shows having straight scene references to Utena....almost no one has a similar feel to Utena until like Princess Tutu comes out.

Really tho probably should've watched Utena and then Tutu because while it's undeniable that Utena is a major pillar of shoujo re-codification - what with everyone before Utena was saying they thought it'd be like a Rose of Versaille or Lady Knight rip-off...whose laughing now? - it's almost like there's a missing link between it and it's major western fanbase (probably with what few anime did get overseas, this one probably rose to the top), or how very noticeable there IS an influence on it's genre in Japan

Almost none of the big analyst fans actually know A) it's not "a deconstruction of Magical Girls" since despite Ikuhara working on Sailor Moon just before this, almost none of the tropes line up and instead more with Shoujo genre as a whole. or one of the major inspirations was Takarazuka theater.

And this is not to dismiss how inspirational it is to it's western fandom, but while I am notably cynical towards placing things on pedestals, there's probably something about cultivating the whole pop-culture feminist reading commune with people making weird time-loop theories while kinda most of it is just filling in a mad-lib mostly thanks to Ikuhara just keeping things on the vague and letting the audience take away their own perspective.

Again, most of the show is completely sub-textual or visually/symbolically depicted and never stated nor properly defines it's weird key words (End of the World, Revolutionize the World, Power of Dios, Rose Bride, all things said constantly but never really said what they "mean". But that's also perhaps its charm, in it's allegory and very Death of the Author approach, it has definitely allowed it's fan theorizing and appreciation to flourish so there's something there for that.

Ultimately I'd say Utena the TV series is great more so for what it isn't...or rather I should say it's great for not just subverting Shoujo tropes and archetypes for the Japanese audience but also that despite dealing with some very serious and heavy subjects in obtuse and perhaps understated ways for the time, people have allowed it to be put on it's pedestal because they can easily fit it in themselves.

Honestly though, not that a more "straight forward" approach wouldn't detract from Utena but I will say that the movie, Adolescence of Utena, is very much the best encapsulation of what Utena strives to be (for another big blog post) and while the TV series has plenty of time and flexes it's directorial muscles with budget constraints and season pacing UNrestrained, the movie will trim a lot of the fat

#long post #Revolutionary Girl Utena #I haven't actually done my Anime thoughts in a while #Maybe I'll keep this on my main blog this time #I wrote this mostly on facebook tho if I wrote it here first I'd better integrate images probably #anolyso's media time #uh...except now that's on my main blog

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yandere-wishes · 3 years

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𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕋��𝕖 𝕆𝕝𝕕 𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕤

Warnings: Suicide, homicide, emotional manipulation, death, gore, mention of self-hate.

Edited By: The amazing Peri! @tealyjade-libran

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓰𝓸𝓭𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭.

Their once towering golden statues, reduced to rubble inside silver alters that were little more than ruins.

Their glamorous lives debunked as mere legends told by jaded storytellers and avid priests.

The old gods were dead, with nothing left of them but feeble, sickly descendants whose lives held not an inch of the glory their ancestors once did. Their golden blood was almost all dried out, blood that could never be spilled, now pumped through the veins of deformed creatures hiding away under a school meant for the wicked of heart and broken of mind.

Idia was no exception to this.

It made little difference that he was technically the grandson of the infamous God of the underworld, lord of the deceased. It mattered little whatever or whoever his relatives had once been. What great and glorious lives they had led. None of it applied to a century where fantasy had been killed, buried in an unknown grave, and left to decay forevermore.

All that "golden blood" had now run blue. Trapping itself within the body of a semi-dead demi-god, with neither purpose nor will.

But lineage is such a hard thing to erase. The little ticks and habits passed down from generation to generation are something ever potent no matter how rotten the binding blood gets.

Before he was a god before he was a member of Olympus, before he was anything else, Hades had been and always would be the monarch of the eerie, the ghoulish, and the damned. A true lover of anything that was decaying and dying, a maniac for gore and endless bloodshed.

That was the vilest of his traits, the most revolting and the only one that had been passed down to poor Idia. First and foremost, before being the head of Ignihyde, before being NRC's brightest mind, Idia was and would always be a descendant of Lord Hades.

Meaning that at heart -no matter how tattered it may be- Idia would always be a catalyst for the macabre, a lover of the mania that wafted through the air as another mortal writhed in a pool of their own blood.

The yearning for carnage, the zest for death, was what still bounded the Shroud family to their creator.

Maybe that's why he found you all so desirable. Why he fell in love upon hearing such a brittle voice for the first time. He'd never forget those first words you'd said to him all those nights ago, while you danced on the cemetery floor in the spotlight of the crooked moon. The way you looked at him with dead eyes and the most broken smile he ever had the pleasure of seeing in his infinite life.

"I really, really, really want to die"

Those words had pierced his heart faster than any arrow from any flying deity from the days of old.

You were perfect! Someone else who was fed up with this revolting thing known as living!

You're a glutton for punishment.

A death-obsessed freak.

Just like him...

Idia's mind didn't stop to consider just why you'd uttered such peculiar words. Why you'd said them to someone you barely knew.

He just fell in love,

right then and there.

Did he fall into such a deep love with you or with the words that he'd heard?

But that was of little importance, just like everything else, it didn’t matter.

From that day on, any and all rules that seemed to restrain the new generation of demi-gods from attaining their own grandeur, shattered into a million pieces. Idia was no longer merely existing in a world with no legend nor glory. No, he was now living in a world where anything was possible! Where he would show the earth and the heavens that the golden blood running through his veins was most certainly that of the lord of the dead!

Just like his grandfather had done, Idia would steal his beloved away from the cruelties of the bright world and seal her away in the protective embrace of his everlasting darkness.

To Idia, you had become everything, his unmitigated paraphilia reverie, his absolute grotesque prep school daydream. You're exactly what he wants and what he needs.

He would protect you, cherish you, love you!

He would be your Hades, so long as you played your fitting role of his darling Persephone.

But there's just one thing left...

one last act to repent for tarnishing his grandfather's name for all so long.

He had to make you his, in the only way a descendant of Hades knew how.

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

There's a desperate, ailing urge to run away pounding at the back of your mind. Tempting you to kick and punch and scream until your “loving” boyfriend has no choice but to let go of you.

You want to, oh, how you really really want to...

it's just you can't, you can't, you can't.

Not in this state, not as the thick red streams of your essence gush out from both your slit wrists.

Somehow it's draining, leaving your body slumped but your mind wide awake and hyper-alert of every little thing that happens around the two of you.

Yes two, because he just has to be here too. He has to be the one to end you. You're not sure why it has to be him that finally claims your life. A vague voice in the darkest corners of your mind tries to stutter out a sort of half-witted response, tries to remind you exactly why you wanted to die in the first place, why you had begged Idia to end your life. It fails time and time again. For some reason when it comes time to finally receive the fruit of all your begging, you just don't want it anymore.

The way he cradles you in his lap is anything but comforting. The jacket of his dorm uniform is glacial and solid in all the wrong ways. It feels like you're leaning against a frozen rock in the aftermath of a snowstorm. His legs keep switching side to side like a cradle that's too distant to fully come to mind. Maybe in his own way, this is meant to be nurturing? Although it's hard to define nurturing when he's the one that slit both your wrists from behind under the pretext that it's what you wanted.

if it wasn't for the fact that almost all feeling had been deprived of your body that you might have found this assortment even more painful. Your bleak eyes could see exactly where his fiery blue hair was sizzling away the flesh of your leg. The blue flames keep blowing out, turning into a transparent black before lighting up once more.

You choke back a sob, with what little energy you have left,

"I-I can't do this! Idia--Idia please stop!"

It's too late to turn back now, you know it's too far gone. But maybe, just once, there can be a sort of hope in your life. Maybe, just once, the Faiths will find a way to help you out.

"SHHH darling this IS what you want, you're just a little confused now. But

I'll make it better. I'll give you what you want.”

His voice isn't reassuring, it's the exact opposite. It doesn't sound like he knows whether he's convincing himself or attempting to convince you. He's uncertain, doubtful. But, who wouldn't be in a situation like this?

Breaths come in at heavy intakes, with long intervals between each one. You know you're dying, it's expected at this point. The blood is slowing down, there's nothing left to spill out.

It's black, everything is fading to black. The blue surrounding the two of you, the ghoulish hand wrapped around your midriff, the red that only minutes ago was glowing. It's all going, disappearing into a sort of endless nothingness.

"Really, I don't see why you were making such a big fuss about this earlier. You're mortal (y/n)...sorry, sorry, you were mortal, but like this you're...well you're something else. Not divine by any means, but I guess infinite in a sort of way."

You can hear Idia huffing, although it's still a mystery if it's the last or first words you're hearing. The last thing you hear as a human or the first thing you hear as..whatever it is he's made you into.

"Like this, I...well I can keep you around longer, it-it's better like this for the both of us. The future lord of the dead and a ghost as his lover. It’s right. Correct in some sort of satisfactory way."

It's not, it really isn't "right" or "correct"...it's wrong in every single way. Then again, it's too late for that now. You're the one who drove Idia off the deep end.

Deep, deep down were fractured fragments of logic still cling to life. You know this to be true.

You're the one who turned him into Hades, it's only fair that you be his Persephone now.

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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years

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Dark Antoni: The Job

In another universe, Antoni took out Mr. Davies - and set himself up as a talented, discreet hitman-for-hire. His latest assignment takes an unexpected turn. Features @comfy-whumpee‘s Jax Gallagher, used with permission.

CW: Intimate whumper, character death, severe trauma dissoci@tion, noncon touch, noncon kissing, implied noncon (interrupted), referenced noncon, long-term captivity, conditioned response

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Antoni watches through the scope as the target's husband gives her a kiss, a faint smile, places the drink in her hand. Through his earpiece, he hears her voice, low and sultry, as their fingers brush. “Come sit with me.”

The husband moves like a man pulled by someone else’s invisible strings, sitting next to her on the chaise, letting her turn his head with the barest brush of fingers over his chin. She pulls him in for a kiss.

Antoni’s well-hidden, and not worried they'll see him, finger hovering over the trigger. They’re lined up perfectly like this. He could kill them both, one-two shot, drop the target before her husband’s body even hits the floor.

Something in the way the husband moves, though, stops him.

He bugged the house two days ago - or rather, he has the existing bugs feeding into his own earpiece now, the target’s own obsessive need for total control and security turned against her. The cameras are off, he took remote control of those and switched those screens to black.

He wonders if the husband knows about all the cameras, or if Savannah Marcoset had them placed without his knowledge. Maybe she’s worried about infidelity. Maybe she’s suspicious about assassination.

If she is, he hasn’t heard her say anything about it.

He's listened to them for two days while he planned the kill. Antoni has been privy to every gentle I love you, every moment they spend together, more than a few moments he would rather not have heard at all.

The husband is to all appearances utterly devoted, entirely in love, and…

Something isn't right.

He needs to pull the trigger and finish the job - his client specifically wants them both out of the picture. If she goes, he goes. They’ll be together, they’re never apart, but I can’t have any witnesses who can be questioned after the bitch is dead.

Too great a chance of retaliation by the family, and the client was sure the husband would be little more than a liability. Antoni doesn’t like liabilities, and he doesn’t leave witnesses.

Still… his instincts are screaming at him not to drop the husband, too.

He hesitates, equivocates, waits far too long as the woman downs her drink and lays back, laughing softly, pulling her husband down on the chaise with her. Her dress, a flimsy, filmy thing she wore to the gala they have just returned from, drapes just so against the velvet fabric of the chaise. Her husband’s suit is perfectly tailored, and she undoes his jacket buttons with one hand while they kiss, her other hand behind his neck, tangled in his brown hair.

She murmurs something even the bugs don’t pick up, and laughs. The husband smiles back, and drops his head, kissing along the column of her neck, pale and draped in heavy jewels that contrast with how thin her dress is. She hums, tightens her fingers against his nape, arches her back to press against him.

He makes a sound, an exhale with just a touch of voice, and an alarm goes off inside Antoni’s head, one that stubbornly refuses to explain itself.

Antoni can’t figure out what he’s missing here, crouched up at the railing of the stairs with his rifle still aimed, watching as she slides the jacket off her husband’s shoulders, nips playfully at his lips, his nose, his chin.

“I love you,” She whispers against his lips, and even from here Antoni can see his responding shiver.

“I love you, too.” His voice is low and soft, barely audible. The hand at his neck pushes his head down towards her chest, her other making quick work now of the buttons on his crisp white shirt. She rolls her hips up against his, her hair a waterfall of shimmering dark brown, nearly black, curls and waves. She looks like a Renaissance painting.

They look like a portrait of two people madly in love.

“Do you want me?” She asks, in a tone that says she already knows the answer, head tilted to watch him, hand slipping into the open front of his shirt to run down his stomach. He exhales loud enough for the bugs to pick it up and translate the sound into Antoni’s earpiece.

“Of course.” The husband’s accent is faded, but there - English, fits with what Antoni saw in the description of the assignments, his research files. “Of course I do, Savvie.”

Finger still hovering millimeters from the trigger, Antoni thinks over his files again.

Savannah Marcoset, queenpin of a human trafficking empire.

Run by her father's family until her paternal uncle's sudden death by car accident six years ago, shortly after Savannah married her longtime partner.

Savannah Marcoset, a violin prodigy that burned out young and faded away from the spotlight, reclusive until she took control of the family business, now a sparkling socialite. Married to one Jackson Marcoset, neé Gallagher, UK resident by birth. Unclear how they met or became romantically involved. Estranged from family.

Something is wrong about this picture.

“Of course I want you,” The husband says, in a low voice that could very nearly have passed for desirous. “I always want you.”

Antoni knows, all at once, exactly what his intuition is trying to tell him.

Jax Marcoset is just like Chris, and he has been like Chris for a very long time.

Antoni makes the decision in an instant, following his instincts where they lead him. When Savannah Marcoset hikes up the skirt on her dress and pushes her husband’s head down between her legs, Antoni aims and fires in a single silenced shot.

Savvie’s body jerks as the bullet goes right between her eyes.

The husband looks up, staring blankly, then scrambles back in belated panic as he sees the single small hole in her forehead, empty glazed eyes. “S-Savvie? Savvie, what-... what’s-”

“Hands in the air,” Antoni calls out, pitching his voice low and authoritative, standing slowly and keeping his rifle aimed just in case he’s called this wrong, in case the husband will attack him or try to call for help. “Move away from the body, Jackson Marcoset, now.”

The husband pushes slowly to his feet, hands up, standing in his suit pants and unbuttoned shirt. Antoni can hear his heavy breathing through the earpiece, echoed faintly even across the room into his other ear. He turns, very slowly, to look up at Antoni-

And the soft, supple black leather collar buckled tightly around his neck is suddenly visible, no longer hidden by the high neck of his shirt, the bow tie he’d been wearing when they came home.

I was right, Antoni thinks, a lick of violent triumph running up his spine. I was right, he’s like us, I was right.

He keeps the gun trained on Jax Marcoset, anyway, walking slowly towards him down the stairs, each foot placed carefully, one by one. Neither of them speaks, although Antoni catches Jax Marcoset looking over at the body of his late wife, hands fallen limp to the side now, skirt still hiked high up on her thighs. It’s indecent, really - Antoni tells himself to pull her dress back down before he leaves.

He tries to give the bodies a little dignity - after all, every death since the first one has been strictly business and nothing more.

He left so little of Mr. Davies.

He’s tried to improve on that, ever since.

“Are you going to be a problem?” He asks, keeping his voice level, his accent smoothing off his vowels, sharpening the consonants. He reaches the landing at the bottom of the grand staircase in the entryway, rifle aimed through a large open doorway into the sitting room where the chaise was, right at center mass. “If you are a problem, I will kill you. Do you understand?”

Jax Marcoset seems to struggle to speak, or operate on a delay. For a beat there is a weighty silence, and then he says, just barely audible, “I won’t… be a problem.”

Antoni can see scars that run down his stomach, like he was clawed until he bled, again and again, to make them. The collar, the way the husband isn’t looking back at his dead wife any longer, wholly focused on Antoni, shifting submissiveness trained by violence and fear immediately to the next threat, to appease, placate, and hopefully survive.

It’s all familiar, sickeningly so.

It’s the way Chris acted, when they met. Antoni’s assignment then had been to take out a household of drug runners. He’d found Chris in the alleyway bartering a place to sleep, trading his body because he had nothing else to offer them. Antoni had started firing just after hearing them agree to the trade, but only if Chris would take them all at once.

Once they were all dead, Chris - terrified and teary - had started trying to trade himself to Antoni just to keep from being slaughtered.

It’s all exactly the same, no matter the differences on the surface.

“I cannot leave you here alive. Do you understand?” He expects fear, or begging. Some kind of plea. But all Jax Marcoset does is slowly nod, hands still held in the air, and stay right where he is. He doesn’t ask to be spared, or for one more goodbye to the dead woman six feet away. He doesn’t beg, or go to his knees, or do anything at all.

He looks exhausted, emptied of all feeling, incapable of bringing anything up but resigned certainty. “Yes, sir.”

Too far gone, maybe.

But Antoni has to try.

“You may lower your hands.”

Jax’s hands drop like weights, down to his sides, where his fingers curl into fists. Antoni knows, from his own experience, that if he were to tell Jax to show him his palms, he would be obeyed, and there would be a row of half-moon scars there.

Just like Antoni has.

He lowers the rifle, slowly, ready to aim and fire again if Jax moves, but he doesn’t. Just stares dully at Antoni, waiting for whatever happens next, utterly incapable of making a choice for himself. Antoni moves over to Savannah Marcoset’s body, pressing two fingers to where her pulse would be and finding none. Not that he expected her to survive a direct shot to the head, but you never know.

He pulls a wipe from one pocket and wipes what might have been left of his fingerprints from her neck, then turns.

Jax Marcoset hasn’t moved a single muscle except to turn his head to watch Antoni’s movements around the room.

Antoni hums - job done, more or less, and no one needs to be the wiser that he’s left one of the targets alive - and turns to leave. He pauses, and gestures. “Come on, then,” He says, and Jax Marcoset falls in beside him, almost jerking into motion like a puppy trying to find someone new to hold his leash.

The night is dark and silent except for the crunching of Antoni’s shoes on gravel, and even that is barely a whisper of sound. Moonlight glints off the platinum wedding ring Jax Marcoset wears, off the matching lip ring and ear piercings. It briefly illuminates the buckle of the collar at the back of his neck, his eyes focused firmly on the ground in front of him, never looking up.

Antoni’s car is hidden, of course, and it takes them some time to walk there in silence. He keeps expecting Jax to ask a question, or cry, or do anything. But all Jax does is remain perfectly quiet, pliant, and empty.

He slips off his shirt willingly enough when they reach the car, lips thinned a little, and looks maybe mildly, just barely, surprised when Antoni hands him his spare shirt to put on instead. Their hands brush and Antoni feels the telltale roughness and scarring he expected.

Through it all, his intuition whispers, he’s like Chris, and he needs help.

Once they’re in the car, driving down a small two-lane highway, cutting through the late-night darkness, Antoni says quietly, “You are coming home with me. I cannot have you questioned, or have you speak to police. You will stay with me for now.”

“Yes, sir,” Jax mumbles, looking down at his hands, folded in his lap. He hasn’t tried to remove his collar or his ring, and Antoni knows how hard taking off your collar the first time can be for someone like them, and he doesn’t ask.

Instead, he offers, “Would you like to choose a station on the radio?”

There’s a long silence, Antoni aware he is being studied, Jax Marcoset watching him with utmost care, deciding what he will do or say. What he wants, Antoni thinks. Appease, placate, survive. It’s all the same, in the end. Even though he noticed Jax has no barcode when he changed shirts. If Jax is a pet, he isn’t a legal one and likely never was.

Jax slowly moves his hand, hesitating before he touches the dial as though he thinks his fingers will be slapped away. He changes the station, scanning until he reaches 90.1 FM.

Classical music drifts from the speakers, and Jax pulls his hand back quickly, folding them back in his lap, and closes his eyes.

“Will you miss her?” Antoni asks.

“Yes, sir.” His voice is barely audible, underscored and nearly overwhelmed by the sound of a single violin.

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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years

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Shuffle Playlist - Rewrite - Part of Your World - Part 16 - Cotillion p1

all outfits link since i dont feel like putting them all here

You rolled the chain of your ruby necklace between your lips as the stretch carriage made its way closer to the cotillion ship. “you okay love?” Harry whispered to you, placing his warm hand on your thigh. You slowly nodded, mind flashing back to the movie, remembering Uma’s entrance and her transformation to the giant Cecaelia.

You only hoped that if her arrival at cotillion still happened; nothing would happen to Harry or Gil. “I’m…fine” you reassured him, dropping the chain from your mouth and turning to smile at him “Sorry, just nervous”

“Same here,” Harry chuckled, taking your hand and intertwining your fingers “haven’t done an event like this since beasty boy’s coronation” you lifted your free hand and pressed it to his cheek.

“You don’t have to do anything but stand there and be handsome, and you’re already nailing about half of that” Harry’s cheeks turned pink and he leaned in to quickly peck your jaw.

“Thank yeh love” you glared at Evie and Jane as they giggled at you.

“oi no one told you to look over here, shoo” they just gave you an amused look and returned to their conversation. Jay leaned over a bit and held his fist out, laughing as Harry smacked it away.

The carriage slowed to a stop and the driver opened the door moments later. You and Harry, being closest to the door, stepped out first, Harry quickly climbing out and holding out his hand to help you.

You picked up your dress with your right hand and grabbed Harry's with your left, carefully stepping out of the carriage and whistling at the loud music and bright lights that were erupting from the top of the ship.

“Nice job Jane” the short fae grinned and held onto Gil’s arm as he led her to the entrance. Evie and Doug stopped next to you and Harry, Evie nodding towards the ramp with all the press.

“shall we?”

“…les do dis” you smirked, turning to a grin as Evie giggled at the word choice. “yall go ahead, I think we have to be in a line anyway” Evie nodded and walked forward with Doug.

Harrys hand-squeezed yours, making you look at him with raised brows “you okay?”

“aye” he muttered, letting out a soft sigh “do…do I look okay?” his soft ocean blue eyes turned to you, anxiety swimming deep within.

You gave him a once over, pulling at his pirate-style tailcoat and ruffling his hair “you look perfect my love, only bruise insight is hardly visible” you poked the dark purple hickey on his neck, grinning as his ears turned red “Sorry, couldn’t resist”

You looked back at the entrance, brows raising again “how did I just notice Doug's suit is different?” Harry hummed in confusion, looking over at Doug and Evie “well in my world he wore this ugly ass ill-fitted gold suit, now he’s wearing a maroon suit with gold accents, much better suited for him” Harry snorted at your fashion rant and threw his arm over your shoulder.

“let's go, love, we’re burning moon-light” you sighed, slightly pouting at the fact that he saw through your stalling tactics.

“fiiiine” you groaned, Harry slid his arm off your shoulder and offered it, winking as you took it and walked you over to the press.

You squinted slightly at the bright flashes of the cameras and the immediate yelling of the press.

“(y/n) you look beautiful tonight!”

“who designed your dress?! Where are your earrings from?!”

“Harry who designed your suit?!”

“Evie and I collaborated on Harry and I’s cotillion outfits, and my earrings are designed by Dizzy of the isle” you gave a polite smile to the press and leaned your head on harry, squeezing his arm a bit to ground him as you saw his leg start to move a bit.

One of the guards walked up and gestured for you and harry to move onto the ship, saving you and Harry from any further questions. You quickly walked onto the ship and let out a sigh of relief, thankful to be away from all the press. There was a camera crew for cotillion but they were more focused on cotillion itself, along with Mal and Ben.

Speaking of which, you wondered if either of them got the chance to tell the planners or anybody else that wasn’t your little group about their breakup?

“Jane! There you are my dear!” you glanced to the right, seeing Gil and Jane standing next to the stairs and Jane puff her cheeks a bit before turning to her mother “everything looks beautiful my love, now we just need to ladle out the punch before the sherbet melts~” Jane stopped her before her mother could get any further.

“Mom?” FG looked at her with a smile “I have a date.” a bright smile broke out on the older woman's face as she gasped.

“A date?! Really~” she cooed, looking over at Gil a second later “and do you have a date too?” Gil smiled and nodded, looking down at Jane with soft eyes. “really~”

Gil and Jane shared a teasing smile as Jane reached out for Gil’s hands “mom?” the older woman hummed before noticing their intertwined hands.

“oh~ how wonderful. Now Jane, I don’t want a repeat of last time you hear?” Jane gave a sheepish smile and nodded “Gil is a very sweet boy and you will treat him well, same goes for you my dear” Gil laughed a bit and nodded.

“yes, Fairy godmother” FG nodded in satisfaction and turned back to the punch table, leaving Gil and Jane to move onto the dance floor with Evie and Doug.

Evie spotted you and reached out with her hands, making a grabbie motion at you and nodding towards the dance floor. You rolled your eyes and lowered your hand to Harry’s, intertwining your fingers and dragging him onto the floor with you.

Jay and Lonnie danced by you, the two spinning around the other dancers and seemingly dancing the tango to the high beat music.

The music came to an end, the crowd applauding the DJ and turning to the main staircase as the guards lifted fanfare trumpets and Lumière stepped into the spotlight. The guards lowered their trumpets and Lumière smiled down at the crowd and announced with a loud voice;

“the future lady Mal~” you winced a bit, Harry laughing at your face as he knew what you were thinking. Mal stepped out from the left side of the stairs entrance and turned on her heel, her eyes almost glowing from her anxiety as she looked at nothing. Her hair was a bit different than it was in the movie, it was now back in a low bun with two locks of hair framing her face. but it made sense since she had cut it shorter and dyed it a different color, but she mostly looked the exact same as she did in the movie.

“She's zoning out” you muttered to Evie, who cooed and started cheering to help ease Mal's nerves, you and the VKs followed her lead, the rest of the crowd following in turn.

Mal snapped out of her zone and made eye contact with you and Evie, giving the two of you a nervous smile, turning to Lumière with a laugh as he whispered something in her ear.

As Mal made her way down the stairs, Beast and Belle greeted her, Mal biting her lip as the two offered what they thought were comforting words “you are exactly what Ben needs�� she made eye contact with you and you shrugged, pushing Evie a bit to retrieve your anxiety-ridden friend.

“Hi,” Evie whispered, holding out her hand for Mal and squeezing it as Mal tightly gripped it “How are you feeling?”

“uh, sorta like I’m going to throw up?” Mal whispered back, almost speed walking over to your little group and huddling next to you. “That’s fine, it's okay to feel nervous” you whispered, reaching up and firmly gripping Mals shoulder.

“We’re right here with you” Carlos smiled, reaching around Evie and patting Mals back. Mal gave a watery smile and turned, gasping a bit as the fanfare started again and Lumière began to announce Ben's arrival.

“Did either of you tell anyone other than us that you broke up?” you whispered to Mal, who gave you a panicked look “I’ll take that as a no, don’t worry, I’m sure Ben will clear things up before anything happens” Mal nodded, turning back to the main stairs.

“King Benjamin!”

Ben walked into the spotlight and you heard Mal’s breath stop for a moment, and you smiled. While their break up was really for the best, until both Mal and Ben got their mental shit together, their reactions to each other were still cute. You looked back up at Ben and cursed under your breath.

His eyes were purple.

Uma was here.

You tugged on Harry's sleeve, subtly nodding towards Ben. Harry followed your eyes and stopped, realizing what you were pointed out.

“Why are his eyes?” Harry whispered, stopping midsentence as Ben reached the bottom of the stairs and bowed to Mal, and instead of curtsying, Mal copied his bow back at him.

You looked from Ben to the stairs, knowing Uma was just around the corner “Harry, I should have told you earlier, but something bad is going to happen tonight” you rushed to whisper back, keeping your eyes on the stairway entrance. you didn’t want to be harsh with the young sea witch but while she had good intentions deep down, she was still planning on completely taking down the barrier.

And that wasn’t a good thing for anybody in Auradon.

“love what’s-“ Harry was stopped as Ben apologized to Mal and turned back to the stairs, Uma stepping out into the spotlight and nervously looking down at the crowd. While for her everything was going to plan, it would be nerve-racking for anybody to step out like this. “wrong….Uma?” Gil stepped next to Harry; their eyes locked onto their oldest friend.

Your hand drifted down from Harry's sleeve to his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Uma locked eyes with Harry and Gil, and the mask of indifference in her eyes broke, and you saw the girl who just wanted her two best friends back, but it was quickly covered up by anger and the shy new girl act she was presenting for cotillion.

Mal looked from Uma to you, disbelief clear on her face ‘did you know?’ she mouthed, her shoulders dropping a bit as you mouthed back;

‘I wasn’t sure if it would still happen’

Mal turned back as Ben met Uma halfway and led her down the rest of the stairs. ‘What’s happening?’ Mal thought, looking down at Ben and Uma’s intertwined hands, gasping in pain as Ben took one of them and kissed it, seeing the class ring ben had given her five months ago now on Uma’s finger. ‘yesterday he said he loved me and now…now this?’ she felt her nose burn, she looked back up at Ben, who was only looking at Uma with a look she had seen looking straight at her two days ago and now it was pointed at the girl she had fought with for 6 years. “Ben?” Mal whimpered, hands clenching onto her dress “What’s-What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry” Ben started, finally turning back to Mal. Her brows furrowed as she looked into his purple eyes…that…reminded her of something “it all happened so fast!” Uma looked at Mal, a big grin on her face. It looked authentic, but Mal was hardly paying attention to that, her mind whirling around with confusion and hurt. “something happened to me when I was on the isle with Uma.” He looked back into Uma’s eyes, a soft smile growing on his face “a connection”

“What are you saying?” Mal pushed, feeling her chest begin to tighten and her legs start to feel like lead. Ben looked away from her.

“I’m saying-“ Uma interrupted him with a giddy grin and laugh.

“It was love~!” Uma made eye contact with Harry and quickly looked away; Harry squeezed your hand. “I just…” she looked back at Ben “ I realized how alike Ben and I are you know?”

“we are” Ben whispered, smiling as Uma giggled and agreed “you’re so beautiful” Mal shook her head slightly and took a small step back, trying to get ahold of herself so she could deal with the situation properly.

“Ben” Mal tried, clenching her Jaw as Ben ignored her “Ben” she tried again, tilting her head in concern as he finally looked at her. “did…did you go back for her?” she finally asked, the tears she had been holding back dripping down her face. The purple in Ben's eyes misted away for a moment before Uma touched his arm and he looked back at her.

“he didn’t have to…I dove through the barrier before it closed. And I’m an excellent swimmer so…” Ben laughed a bit and smiled,

“you are~” Uma gave a sheepish grin and laughed.

“thank you” Mal looked down at the floor, trying to make sense of everything, what had gone wrong? What had she done wrong? ‘everything’ a voice whispered in her head, Mal closed her eyes and forced it away, opening them as Uma stepped closer to her.

“listen...Mal?” she grabbed onto Mal's hand, and Mal looked down, swallowing harshly as she saw the class ring on Uma’s finger “I just really want to thank you” Mal looked back up at Uma’s face, furrowing her brows, thank her? Uma didn’t even like her? ‘she has every reason to not like you, you deserve everything that is happening to you right now’ Mal forced her nails into the palm of her free hand to force the voice down, where was it coming from? “I do, for everything” Uma sighed, glancing back at Ben for a moment before she pulled Mal into a hug, Mal's arms instinctively going to wrap around Uma’s shoulders before she stopped herself, watching as Ben just looked at them with a smile.

What was going on?! Ben was always aware of everyone; couldn’t he see she was distraught?! There was a difference between Mal pretending to be a perfect princess and then her being visibly upset...something was really wrong. “thank you, thank you so much”

Uma pulled away, pressing her lips together in a somber smile. Ben leaned in over Uma’s shoulder, grabbing Mal's attention. “don’t you see Mal? You were right?” she looked at him confused, what? What was she right about? “you knew we weren’t meant to be together; that’s why you never told me you loved me, that’s why you broke up with me.” Mal felt her heart shatter.

“What?” she croaked, looking back at her friends, making eye contact with you and watching you shake your head. She looked back at Ben “What no that’s not what I-Ben I-“ she couldn’t breathe, heat rising in her chest as she felt her body tremble.

Ben and Uma gave her one last smile and turn to each other, Ben taking Uma’s waist as gentle waltz-like music began to play.

Mal stumbled back, letting gout a harsh breath as she felt Jay's arms wrap around her “Mal what's going on?” he whispered, looking between Uma and Ben dancing and Mal.

“I-I I don’t know” she whispered, reaching up and gripping onto Jay's sleeve tightly “I don’t know, I don’t-I can't breathe”

Harry and Gil stepped closer to Uma, Harry gently calling out her name, she ignored them. “Harry?” you whispered, reaching out and wrapping your arms around his “are you okay?”

“yeh remember wha’ I told yeh ‘bout Uma righ’?” he whispered, sad eyes following Uma as she danced with Ben around the deck.

“you loved her?” you guessed, rubbing his arm as he shakily nodded “oh love…come on” you slid your hand down and grabbed his, reaching around and hitting Evie's shoulder “let's go, she doesn’t need to see all this” Evie nodded, looking back at the shaking Mal and nodding towards the stairs at Jay. Carlos walked around to Mal’s other side and the two boys guarded her as you all started to walk out of cotillion, Gil and Jane at the rear. Beast and Belle stopped the boys as Mal passed them.

“Mal” Beast sighed, bowing his head to her.

“I’m so sorry” Belle reached out, holding Mal’s hand “we had no idea”

“I’m gonna talk to him” Beast promised, nodding firmly as Mal just looked at them. Jay and Carlos pushed her forward, Evie and Doug just behind them.

Jane squeezed Gil's hand before pushing past you and Harry and whispering something to Lumière.

‘oh, right the stained glass’ you thought, stopping as the spotlight once again stood on Lumière and he gestured toward the other end of the ship.

“and now! For the unveiling of King Bens masterpiece, made especially for his lady~” Uma made a face as the fanfare played, the spotlight shifting from Lumière to the other side of the ship, where a large curtain covered object sat. Mal sighed and turned in Jay and Carlos' hold, using her palm to wipe away a tear on her chin.

The curtain dropped, revealing the stained glass that Ben had made for Mal, but it wasn’t like it was in the movie, instead of Ben kneeling in front of Mal, he was now at eye level, his hand reaching to Mal as her stained-glass-self hovered her hand over his, her eyes glowing a bright green. The sun in the background now placed between the two instead of just behind Mal.

(I know I just described it but I spent three hours on this yall better appreciate it)

The crowd gasped as they looked at the beautiful art that had been revealed, Ben stepping away from Uma and staring at it. Finally, as Mal looked at the stained glass, her mind cleared just enough to realize what Ben's purple eyes had reminded her of.

The love spell she had put on him six months ago! Mal had lost her spell book on the isle, and Uma had found it! Ben was spelled!

“Evie” Mal whispered, the blue-haired girl stepping closer to Mal “Ben-Uma spelled Ben” Evie looked back, gasping as Uma pulled Ben back towards her and made him look her in the eyes. “He’s not doing this willingly, like-like the song he did for me at that tourney game, Uma love spelled him, she found my book.” Harry glanced at you, gritting his teeth a bit as you nodded to confirm it. He glanced behind him, locking eyes with Uma before her mask broke and she separated from Ben and yelled at Lumière;

“cover that back up!” Lumière denied her and the crowd gasped at the rude display, Uma glanced around, wincing a bit as she realized she had screwed up, but she could save it. She turned back to Ben with a smile “why don’t you tell everyone about the present you have for me Ben~!” Ben turned away from the stained glass, his eyes flickering from brown to purple, before it settled on purple again as he looked at Uma.

“I have an announcement!” Ben held his hand out to Uma, who grabbed it and pulled herself close to Ben “Uma, will be joining the court tonight, as my lady” the crowd gasped, looking from Mal to Ben.

Beast walked up, taking off his glasses and trying to talk to Ben “son-“ Ben snapped and yelled at him, making Beast reel back with wide eyes.

“Not now Dad!” Ben stumbled, his words slurring at the end, Mal perked up at that and tried to step down the stairs but Carlos and Jay stopped her. “uh, so as my gift, uh, to her!” you squinted, stepping away from Harry a bit and looking at ben…the spell was losing its hold on Ben. You looked back at Mal, nodding at Ben, she nodded back, breaking free of Jay and Carlos’ hold and going down the stairs, stopping next to you. “I’m bringing down the barrier once and for all!”

Gil and Harry looked at each other with wide eyes, that wasn’t good. Ben smiled at Uma again and turned to FG, gesturing to her “Fairy Godmother! Bring down the barrier” the fairy shook her head and took a step back.

“I most certainly will not!” Ben let out another snarl, Uma’s anger channeling into him.

“I am your king!” Uma glared at FG.

“Obey him!”

The crowd gasped again, and Uma grabbed onto Ben's arms and made him look into her eyes, realizing the love spell was breaking as Ben shook his head and his eyes flickered.

Mal looked up at the stained glass, her eyes glancing from her stained-glass glowing ones to Bens deep brown. Mal took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and walked towards Ben and Uma. “Ben” he slowly looked away from Uma, looking slightly confused as Mal stepped closer to him. “Ben” Mal smiled up at her ex-boyfriend.

“Ben look at me” Uma demanded, her eyes widening a bit as Ben continued to stare into Mal's eyes.

“Ben, remember what you said on the isle? You said you loved me, the real me; the one who curses without thought because it’s a second language to her, the one who picks her teeth with a fork, the one who is way too possessive of strawberries, the one that chewed her hair because it smelled like grape juice” Mal laughed, a bright grin growing on her face as the purple in Bens eyes started to dissipate. “that girl you love Ben, she’s me, and I love you too! I was just so scared to say it because my entire life I've only been taught that love will only hurt you in the end, but I don’t give a fuck about that anymore, I love you, Ben. The only reason I broke up with you is that I’m not good for you right now, I need to be better for myself before I can be better for you, if I don’t do better, you’ll only be hurt in the end I can't do that to you.”

Uma let out a frustrated huff as she watched Mal step even closer to Ben, reaching up to cup his face. “but you taught me what it means to love, and how it feels to be loved, and love means sacrifice, and I will die a thousand deaths if it means you’ll be safe and happy” she leaned in, lifting herself onto her toes to get closer to Ben's face “because I love you”

Mal pressed her lips to bens, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as the spell on Ben broke. Mal pulled away, biting her lip as she looked at Ben’s closed eyes “Ben?”

He opened them; the deep honey brown clear as day. He smiled, reaching his hand up and cupping Mal's cheek “You love me?”

“yes” Mal laughed, pressing her forehead to Bens as his free arm wrapped around her waist “yes you dork I love you”

“true loves kiss” Evie whispered, bringing her clasped hands up in front of her lips, hiding her smile “works every time~”

Uma yelled and turned towards FG, reaching out for the wand “Give it to me!!” FG screamed and recalled back her arm holding the wand, Evie quickly reacting and grabbing onto Uma’s arm and pushing her back.

“no! Guards seize her!” Harry and Gil look at each other and broke away from the group, following Uma towards the rails and yelling for everyone to stop.

“STOP!” Harry yelled, spreading his arms out, protecting Uma “stop!” Gil stepped next to Harry, pushing back a guard that had not listened and turning to look at her.

“Uma please” Gil whimpered, holding up his hands as if he was calming a scared animal “you are our best friend, we know you.” Uma’s eyes widely flew amongst the crowd around her, the only way out of her corner was the sea behind her. She looked back at Gil, her breathe shuddering as she looked upon her two oldest friends.

“please Uma’” Harry reached out to her, his hand open, hope swimming in his eyes “please stay, I don’t want to lose yeh again, I can't do it again.” Uma and Harry stared at each other, her eyes drifting to his hands, hers twitching towards it. “we love yeh Uma, we’ve been trying for the last five months to bring yeh here, please-please just stay” Gil held out his hand, giving Uma a soft smile.

“We never meant to leave you there”

Uma’s necklace began to glow, and honing beacon-like sound began to echo from it, Uma reached forward a bit, her eyes glancing between Harry's hand and him.

She looked to his left, her hand stopping as she looked at you. Her eyes flashed turquoise. “traitors” she snapped, ignoring the pain in Harry's eyes as she said it turned, climbing on top of the rails and jumping into the sea below.

“Uma!” Harry and Gil screamed, running to the rails and screaming her name again, leaning over them and desperately searching for Uma in the dark waters. All they could see were beams of light that were slowly disappearing as Uma sunk deeper into the waters.

You grabbed Harry’s arm as water began to rise, it swirled around as the glow from Uma’s shell became brighter “oh no” you whispered, yelping a bit as Harry’s arm ripped from your hold and wrapped tightly around your waist, slowly backing away from Uma’s transformation.

The rising tunnel of water burst, Uma’s cold laughter echoing across the sea as a huge wave of water splashed across the deck, soaking everyone. You and Harry rushed back to the rails as Uma’s cecaelia form settled into the water, her turquoise tentacles wading through the waves as she gave a sharp smile to the cotillion crowd.

“true love's kiss won't defeat this!” Gil’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, staring at Uma with a pained look “the world will know my name!” she turned a bit before whipping her arm around, one of her tentacles following her arm and snapping above the crowed.

Harry pulled you and Gil back, holding you close to his chest in an attempt to protect you from Uma. You pulled away, eyes widening as Uma looked straight into your eyes and screamed;

“YOU TURNED THEM AGAINST ME!” her arm whipped out, one of her tentacles reaching for you. You suddenly were shoved to the ground and landed with a hard smack. You quickly looked up and screamed.

It seemed to happen in slow motion, Uma’s tentacle wrapped around Harry's torso, pulling him off his feet, his ocean blue eyes staring into yours as fear-induced tears started to trail down his face.

“HARRY!” you screeched, quickly standing and almost toppling over the railings as you watched Uma slam Harry into the water, his form instantly disappearing under the waves.

“HARRY!!!”

-end of part 16-

uh yep....that took a turn didnt it? i know i know yall hate me but it gets better!...soon...maybe...idk well see how i feel when im writing p17.

anyway i hope i made the Mal true love talk shit better and no they aren't going to get back together this was just them realizing they do love each other and are going to go to fucking therapy because they need it.(ps the half isle half Auradon bullshit Mal was spewing is bullshit, along with that “dont let ur pride get in the way” bish its ur pride in the way)

also Huma confirmed because no matter what timeline it is Harry will always love Uma even if he falls in love with someone else. Supportive (y/n) is supportive.

also did you know that if you hit the surface of water hard enough its like you just smacked into concrete :) thought yall might like that little fact~

ALSO I WILL BE DOING A FLUFF ONESHOT FOR YALL AFTER THIS BECUASE I MADE MYSELF SAD WRITING IT AND I NEED TO WRITE FLUFF

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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HASO, “Confrontation.”

You guys have been asking me to writ this one for ages, and I finally got around to it. hope you all enjoy :)

Sirens blare overhead. Red light pulsed in and out of existence as large white spotlights raked their way over the barren grey/purple ground. In the distance gouts of whie mist squirted up from craters in the moon’s surface filling the dark night sky with a gaseous haze. Off in the distance, chain gangs of aliens and humans alike worked to mine precious metals from the soil using pickaxes and drills under the supervision of strict and brooding alien guards, most of them Drev, some of them human supervised on more than one occasion by a uniformed Tesraki. Overhead, in the distant sky, lights winked on and off from the orbiting Kepler Station, where any visiting ships were docked.

No ships larger than a six person shuttle were allowed onto the surface of the moon, and none were allowed within a ten mile radius of the A1 Supermax penitentiary fittingly nicknamed New Alcatraz. Where the Turma supermax facility on Noctopolis was known for its brutality, New Alcatraz was known for its security. The moon on which it was set had no other colonies and no other facility. It was an entire moon dedicated to a single prison. All of the employees who worked in the prison lived off-world on the Kepler Station.

No vehicles were housed at the prison itself, and when it was time for the emp;oyees to return to the station, a vehicle would be dispatched from one of the garages on that ten mile radius to come pick up the employee, but only after the proper biometric readings were taken.

New Alcatraz had been built after another facility breach that had involved infected starborn, a half mad, Gibb, and a couple of corrupt ex Drev leaders. Most of the prisoners had been moved here after the incident, and great precautions were being taken to see that such an event never happened again.

A single hover car sped over the surface of the moon, and under the darkened sky.

Four individuals sat inside two Drev and two humans, one of them driving.

As they approached the prison grew larger and larger in their vision an intimidating span of concrete, steel, razor wire, and laser webs which rose up into the sky and spread out across the moon like the roots of a great tree. They made it all the way o the docking bay where automated turrets controlled from the Kepler station followed them as they stepped out of the vehicle. The driver stayed where he was, leaving just one human and two Drev to be greeted by uniformed guards dressed in black tactical gear from head to toe.

They nodded to the human, who wore a pristine grey uniform and white belt, captains cap resting atop his head before greeting the drev, one of them inconspicuous despite his nine foot size in comparison to the smaller Drev, whose body seemed to glow with pearlescent light cast off by the beautifully crafted armor which she wore. None of them carried weapons, and so they were ushered over to the side of the docking bay where their biometric readings were taken. Retinal, fingerprint, Dna, weight, and body measurements taken by a massive and expensive machine who could detect the smallest change in a biological signature.

Sunny stepped out onto the cold floor of the prison armor clattering lightly as she did so.

Adam was waiting for her as was Cannon, his massive hulkin shape glowing red like blood in the near darkness.

Adam looked at her with some measure of concern, “Are you sure you want to do this, there is still time to turn back, forget about her.”

Sunny turned to look at him, “Are you implying that I can’t handle her?”

He tilted his head and frowned crossing his arms over his chest, “Sunny I KNOW you can handle her, but I am just letting you know that it is an option. You don’t have to grace her with your presence. By all means she doesn't deserve to see you.” he turned to look at Cannon, “Either of you, after what she did, and now that you are Sainted, she deserves to see you even less. She is not worthy of your presence as a parent or as a proprietor of your religion.’

Sunny tilted her head staring at the man who despite his aggressive posture -- feet spread shoulder width and arms crossed over his chest -- she found mildly adorable, with his lip jutting out definitely. Despite being Admiral of the entire GA and UNSC space fleet, the man didn’t exactly do intimidating well, at least not to her.

Cannon, who had stayed quiet up to this point added quietly, “Adam is right, she doesn't deserve to see us, and she thinks I’m dead after all.”

Sunny lifted her head, “Than you can wait in the lobby, but I am going to finish this, once and for all, closure.”

“If you go I go.” Cannon said stubbornly and Sunny huffed, blowing a large gust of air out from the holes in her neck.

She turned to look at Adam, “I suppose this means you’re coming too.”

“Unless you strictly ask me not to.”

She thought about telling him no, but decided against it. Having him by her side on a day like this was comforting. Despite everything that had happened between them over the last few months, they had recently fallen back into their same rhythm of behavior. Granted it wasn’t far along as it had one been, but the friendship sure hadn’t been lost, and the hope of getting back to where they once were was strong.

“No, you can come.”

He nodded brusquely.

“Then I have your back.”

She glanced over at her brother who nodded tersely in agreement, “Let's get this over with.”

***

General Kazna, or Cosma as she was known by the humans, sat on the floor in the middle of her sell. She did not move, she rarely moved these days. Muscle that had once been hard with battle was not atrophied away leaving her thin and brittle in her age. Even if she had enough room to move it wouldn’t have mattered: her legs: twisted and deformed as they could not bare her weight without great agony.

She was crippled.

In an act of revenge that had cut the tendons of her feet. She was what she had once despised, and here in this prison, they would not let her rest, they would not let her honorably fade into the blackness. They watched her day and night, they had stripped all objects from her rooms in an attempt to keep her from returning to the spirits. She had tried other ways, but her body had proven too strong, or the equipment too weak, so on one or two occasions, they had saved her life just to lock her back in this prison and leave her to rot.

She had tired to forgo water and food wishing to waste away, but te survival instinct of the Drev ran too deep over the long term, and she was unable to finish herself honorably. It was the worst punishment she could have thought of, to be left on the face of the world as a cripple unable to die.

And so she sat there in the darkness of her cell day and night dreaming of great battles she had once fought in, armies she had led, and…. The glory and happiness she had once shared with her dear beloved Lanus, dead more than half a decade now, his body decaying into the moss and stone of a bone riddled battlefield. Oh how she missed him, how she had missed him for two and a half decades as they grew apart, as his demeanor had soured towards her.

She thought it was that, which she regretted most of all.

She rocked back and forth slightly imagining his handsome gold carapace and his strong arms that had held her when they were young, when they were still happy.

Kazna wished to be with him again, wanted nothing more than to finally give up this body so decrepit and broken.

Despite her misery and self loathing, she was not entirely useless, and with her sharp senses she still detected the soft clattering of four pairs of feet coming up the hallway, two of them drev, one of them human.

She sneered.

She hated humans, even more so than the day she had first met them in battle. It was THEY who had taken her home from her, THEY who had destroyed her life, and THEY who had killed her dear Lanus.

The footsteps walked forward, and she expected them to pass by her sell, but instead, they stopped before her, silent except for the shuffling of metal on metal.

She opened her eyes blinking owlishly in the light.

It was the armor that caught her eye first. She had never seen anything like it over the course of her lifetime, but she would have known it anywhere. Pearlescent, glowing like a fallen star from the heavens, the mark of the saints. For a moment she thought she was witnessing some sort of strange illusion, a spirit taken form from the heavens. The light bent and swirled around the body of the Drev, and it was only as her eyes adjusted and the light faded that she saw the face staring back at her.

A face she knew all too well.

She jolted back away holding herself up by just her hands, “You!” her voice came out as a strangled sort of yelp.

Chalan, Kazna’s daughter, looked back at her from under the helmet of a Saint.

“Kazna.”

Kazna covered her eyes, wiped at her face and looked up again, sure that she was hallucinating, sure it was all a lie, but the armor only seemed to glow all the brighter as she looks.

“I… it can’t be.” She whispered,”You’re not… you.”

“What? Not worthy? The Sentinel of the mountain begs to differ.”

Kazna started

Chalan stepped forward face just opposite the humming barrier of energy, “I climbed to the top of the mountain and there I met the watcher Naktan, who helped me develop the new doctrine. Even as we speak it is being spread far and wide among the Drev.”

Kazna shook her head, “No.”

“Yes, the old ways are bringing us into the future mother, the true beliefs of our ancestors are being restored…. One of them, I think you might be interested to hear. The doctrine of the spear….which I am told is a doctorne as old as time and perverted by generations past, a doctorinthat says any Drev born with the ability to hold a spear shall be spared the fire.”

Kazna started, “What meaning does this have to me! Why are you here?’

Chalan stared at her impassively, nothing like the stubborn young Drev who had lived her life through impulse. This was the cold stare of a warrior, and Kazna couldn’t deny that.

“As a Saint, i might say that every Drev deserves to know the truth, to hear about changes in our religion despite their status, but…. Honestly mother, my reasons are a little more pretty than that. You were wrong about me, and your hatred tore our family apart.” There was a shifting behind her and kazna raised her eyes to find…. But n… this couldn’t be right either, it was an apparition! A lie! This couldn't be real.

She struggled to her feet in such horrific pain tat she had to claw her way up the wall to get a better look, “Kanan….m...my son…. You can’t be real.”

The hulking shape stepped out of the shadow to reveal the truth. That iwas, in fact, her son, with his blood red carapace and eyes like his father, “But I am.”

They were both here, both of her children, and one of them sainted. It must have been a delirious dream. None of this could have been real, but deep down she knew it was, she wasn’t that far gone.”

Chalan tilted her head, “You’ve fallen far, mother.”

Kazna hissed, “Leave me to my peace!” She shrieked. She Turned her head in an angry whirlwind and as she did, her eyes fell on the figure standing just behind thm, diminutive in comparison to a Drev, with only two arms,and a very human face. She recognized him instantly, and flew into a violent rage that tossed her pain from her like a cloak. She slammed her hands against the barrier despite the shocks it sent up her arms.

“YOU,YOU MURDERER!”

The human stared at her impulsive but said nothing

She was livid spitting vitriol at the human who had killed her dear Lanus.

“How dare you betray him!” She said whirling on Chalan, “How dare you betray his memory, by befriending this, this THING.”

Chalan sneered at her, “You’re pathetic mother. Father died in fair battle, and I hold no grudge.”

“You disgrace, hiding behind the cowardly worm who killed your father. This maggot riddled spite filled unworthy creature!”

WIth a sudden jolt of movement chalan slammed her hand against the side of the wall causing kazna to stubble back and fall, “You will not speak of him that way!” her eyes glowed gold like fire and she seemed to grow larger with her anger despite her diminutive size. “You pathetic hate filled shadow. This human has showed me nothing but honor and respect, which is far more than you have ever done, and with my blessing he carries the legacy of MY father, who I KNOW would respect him as a warrior should.”

Kazna was so angry she could hardly speak.

“What is he to you.”

Standing across the barrier, both of thm shaking with pent up tension and rage.

With her voice tight like a rubber band, straining as if it were to break, Sunny leaned forward, “You will not speak of MY battle partner in such a manner.”

Kazna froze. The tension between them drew tight until it snapped completely.

She saw red, and white and black all in quick succession. She screamed until her voice broke and slammed her hand against the barrier. Her daughter with her husband’ MURDERER!

Kazna continued to scream until the guards rushed in, and she had to be restrained physically.

As she turned her head, she watched as the group of them were ushered away, but she caught Chalan’s eyes and as she did she watched as her daughter rested an affectionate hand on the man’s shoulder the look on her face one of wicked glee.

And then she screamed some more.

***

“So uh, mind telling me what the hell that was about?”

Adam drew to a halt as Sunny marched down the hallway, forcing them all to a stop Cannon looking almost as confused.

Sunny drew to a stop stiffly, “I’m sorry…. I just, I wanted to watch her hurt.”

“As much as I enjoyed her little tantrum,” Adam began, “I was last under the impression that you and I weren’t a thing anymore, unless there is something I missed and we are again, in which case I’m not complaining but….. It's kind of a hell of a way to find out, and admittedly not one that I particularly appreciate.”

She looked away.

“I’m not a fan of being used like that.”

“I’m sorry.” Shewhispered, “I got carried away…. And I...I guess I wasn’t as ready as I said I was.”

She looked up and with a good natured smile he shrugged, “As an expert in not being as ready as I think I am, I can forgive you.” He rested a hand on his arm, “Maybe you will listen to me next time I suggest it isn’t a good idea. I do have your back after all.”

She lifted her head and nodded, “I know.”

“Besides that…. Did it help Confronting her?”

Sunny paused and stared down at the floor.

“No…. it feels empty.”

Spite had brought her nothing

And she felt no better.

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aztroiogy · 3 years

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Horary: Will The Boyz Win Kingdom?

PLEASE READ THE ENTIRE THING, I EXPLAINED THE MULTIPLE POSSIBLE INTERPRETATIONS OF CERTAIN PLACEMENTS!

This is mostly for fun TBH and I only explain what is already written in the chart, I didn’t put any of these planets there myself.

Chart for reference:

While reading a horary chart for a competition like Kingdom there are some key houses that we need to examine: 1H (this is the individual/team we are doing the reading for), 7H (the opponents), 4H/10H (IC/MC, the ability to lose/win), 2H/5H/11H (for the prizes).

When I first saw this chart the first thing that struck me was the degree of the ASC: in Horary, the degrees can have other significant meanings, especially the degree of the ASC. If the degree of the ASC is at one of the late degrees (27, 28, 29) this can mean that the outcome of the event that we are doing the horary reading for has already been decided and cannot be changed (keep in mind I asked the same question a few months ago and the degree of the ASC was at 2 degrees, so the outcome was still unclear).

The first thing we need to examine is the ASC and its chart ruler… the ASC is in Aries so the chart ruler is the 4H Cancer Mars. Immediately, this is a red flag: Mars is in its fall in the sign of Cancer, this is also amplified by its position in the 4H as that is also ruled by Cancer naturally. It is also positioned in the 4H from the ASC (don’t forget 1H/ASC here is representative of TBZ, they are a Gemini Rising and the ASC is at a Gemini degree). I already mentioned the significance of the 4H in horary charts when it comes to competitions… it shows that one may not be able to take the spotlight (10H) in the end. Though for being placed in an angular house (1H, 4H, 7H, 10H) it gains a certain degree of dignity (this is called the accidental dignity) so I believe they will be the ones to go against the winner in the finals.

Other indicators of loss on their part are the aspects from the Moon to the ASC ruler Mars: Moon has a significant meaning in horary charts… it can be regarded as the ultimate benefic in many ways (it also rules over the public so easier aspects to the Moon could mean one team has the favour of the masses). Here, the Moon is accidentally dignified but it is also in its detriment sign and conjunct Rx Pluto (ouch) and the final dispositor of the Moon is also Rx in the 11H (gains). Pluto here also doesn’t rule anything because it is intercepted (meaning it is completely engulfed by a house) in the 7H, they are quite literally eaten away (this is funny because in my native language being defeated and being eaten is the same verb) by their opponents (7H).

Now let’s look at the opponents… 7H is in Libra so the ruler is the 3H Gemini Venus. This is very good because Mercury (ruler of Gemini, so here it is dignified and makes the Venus more powerful due to the conjunction) and Venus are BFFs, and in this chart, you can also see that they are conjunct within a tight orb. 3H is also the 5H from the 7H so this is a very auspicious placement in general because 5H is naturally ruled by Sun/Leo (success). Mercury is also the ruler of 3 houses because of the duplications within the sign of Gemini, 2H (house of gains, self-worth, reputation) and 3H (naturally ruled by Gemini, it is the house of self-effort according to Vedic astrology which means Mercury here is dignified two times by being in its own sign and house), as well as the 6H. The 6H is a lot trickier than the other two houses because it’s naturally seen as a malefic house… but since the ruler is dignified 2x I believe it’s more positive here. Ruler of the 7H (the opponents) also trines (the aspect is also applying) the dignified 11H Jupiter in Pisces: 11H is the house of hopes and wishes, and it can also point at gains through hard work. The 11H is also the 9H from the 3H, 9H is naturally ruled by Jupiter so with Jupiter placed here it is amplified 2x (9H/Jupiter rule over luck).

IMPORTANT! I want to bring your attention back to Rx Pluto in the 10H… take a look at this quote from the Astrosport website (unfortunately the writer of the article was anonymous):

“One of the most amazing phenomena in event … charts is when Pluto is involved. Being very close in an important house cusp it will decide a competition just by itself and with almost clock-like reliable precision. The special spin, that Pluto gives, will usually be of suddenly turning the status quo upside down... A team that already seems to be on an easy home run will for no apparent reason mess it all up in a sense of shooting themselves in the foot … Considering the mythology of Pluto this is only reasonable. Known as the god of the underworld, he represents the great principle of metamorphosis and [like] this, he tends to turn things upside down.”

This was very interesting to me because Pluto in this chart is also placed in an angular house so it is accidentally dignified AND conjunct the great benefic Moon (though it’s debilitated 2x by being in Capricorn at a Capricorn house)… I’m not entirely sure how accurate this would be in regards to this specific chart since Pluto seems to be surrounded by 2 debilitated planets, Rx Saturn and Capricorn Moon… But who knows, maybe we WILL see a turn of events! Or… maybe the ones shooting themselves at the foot will end up being TBZ.

DISCLAIMER! Things I’m uncertain about:

Are TBZ really represented by the 1H? Sometimes in Horary charts, the 1H can be the person asking the question (so, me lol) and the 7H, in this case, would be whoever the question is about (TBZ). This means… TBZ might actually end up winning because it can quite literally reverse the entire reading (this is somewhat supported by Pluto’s position, as well).

10H ruler is Rx, this can signify the repetition of past results (TBZ might surprise us and end up winning once again)... it can also indicate a tie between the opponents (not sure how likely this is).

Moon aspects can be tricky, even a harder aspect can act as a benefic (Moon opp. Mars might help TBZ win). I don’t think this is very likely though… they are separating (so parting ways… goodbye the planet of luck).

As I mentioned multiple times before, predicting the outcome of a competition is NOT an easy task. There are multiple factors that should be considered… The main purpose of this reading was to give you guys an idea of how astrology can be used to predict certain events in our life (BOO, aztroiogy sucks! I know...). Sometimes Horary charts can be stubborn… meaning they won’t give you the answer you want no matter how much you look at the chart. I believe Astrology always leaves room for doubt and the energy of a chart can change any minute even if the ASC is at a late degree like with this one. So in conclusion, I’m not saying they will win or lose 100% because that wasn’t even the purpose of this reading in the first place. This is the beauty of Astrology: it gives you a heads up, you will always have full autonomy over your life… “Hey, I’m warning you, here’s how XYZ can go for you and it is up to you to pick whichever one will manifest for you.” So if you were here to find some answers… sorry, and I hope it was still somewhat enjoyable to read :)

Twitter: @/aztroiogy

#the boyz #astrology #horary #kpop

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One Piece Chapter 1018 - Initial Thoughts

And we're back on that bombshell

Oda had to leave us hanging but we've finally made it to the next week Time to see what more this revelation has to give

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release as well

An Ulti/Pay-Pay cover page reminds me that I adore Ulti and Pay-Pay's dynamic, just wish she didn't attack Tama

As anticipated, with Tama giving the order it also makes her a target, Usopp and Nami on the case to protect her

Daifugo and Speed are also here to help out, but Speed almost left without Usopp. Komachiyo is also fine, Gazelleman found him but no word on Hihimaru

Nami's also come round on Zeus, instead of servitude it's a partnership that's now born

I can spot the panda, but also it seems that others are turning coat on their own volition, what was that about Pirate Alliances and Betrayal?

Numbers have dropped 16 to 9, though it is unnerving how well this is going...Kaido and Big Mom are still massive threats and BM's crew still struggle to access Wano

CP0 though are debating whether a certain someone is allowed to live after this, seems that there was ulterior motives at hand

That person is Who's Who, as CP0 question his chances against Jimbei

As expected, WW has a problem mainly with Shanks, but because he ate the fruit it extends to Luffy

Whoa his Fang Pistol made Jimbei bleed through Armament, I mean nooo Jimbei but I think it's cool that Rokushiki can break through Haki

WW's Fang Pistols though are affecting the floors below, he's whittling down his own forces as well as making the floor unstable, Onigashima may collapse on itself at this rate

Aaaaaaaaand he had to slur, unsurprising that the ex-CP9 member is a Fishman racist, though how does this work with Jack and Sasaki?

Another thing? WW should probably change his name to X-Position

'Sun God' Nika huh? Is this a variant of Joy Boy I wonder? Someone who will bring joy and freedom and liberate slaves. Maybe that's why we talk about the Dawn

Looking at the name itself, Nika is a variant name for Nike, one of Zeus' many children and goddess of Victory, it can mean 'good', 'true' and 'chosen', the use of a sword and spear is an odd combination

This story though was enough to put a target on WW's back, which does seem to validate his clinging to it

Back with the racism though, WW expect Jimbei to know about it because his crew was the Sun Pirates and that Fishmen history is a history of slavery

WW though has gotten way too overzealous with his fingerpokes, and now he has broken fingers. I dunno how though, I wanna say Conqueror's Coating or Fishman Karate having a defensive layer but something about Jimbei's defences amped up

Jimbei is full on pissed off now though, tanking WW's attacks

Haha, got him in his tail, nowhere to run and then BAM, Gargoyle Tile Fist

But another break now? Oooooooodaaaaaaa!

So rather than delve deeper into why Luffy's fruit is important, Oda throws us another mystery of this Sun God Nika. I don't expect this character to be a proper 'god' though, Skypeia has curbed that expectation and I prefer it that way. But it doesn't rule out that Nika wasn't otherworldly, Skypeians, Shandians and Birkans all descended to this world from a moon after all.

Since WW has this information though it's likely that CP0 won't help him out so easily, but I'm still convinced he won't die, being a raging fish racist only adds to his heat when Oda wants to use him antagonistically again. As for the fight, I'm not sure if it's finished just yet, we already had CP0 act like Jimbei was the safer bet in the fight and while KOing him now will give the W to Jimbei I don't think we can rule out his Ancient Zoan durability coming back into play. Also let's not forget that Jimbei needs to take the cat harem.

If not then perhaps we'll move to another fight, or finally get Usopp some spotlight as they attempt to protect Tama. But the week break is a sore spot still, I think it was like this last time: we got 3 consecutive chapters then a break, is Oda preparing a color spread maybe? Or is a really big chapter coming soon? 1000 and 1010 were A-tier chapters so what about 1020?

Sucks to wait but it's always worth it

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader Season I

Chapter 10- The White Violin Part 1

Summary: Vanya’s finally come to realize her full power, taking the Academy with her. Now it’s up to the Hargreeves siblings and you, to find and stop her from causing the apocalypse. Unfortunately you run into a bit of trouble along the way.

Masterlist- where all the other chapters are⚔️

Warning: Violence, Y/N is a stabby all around badass so it gets bloody

Tagged: @sambucky8 @white-wolf-buckaroo @2cuteforyourlies @la-vie-en-amour1 @fandomoverlord221 @thatfandombitcch @alonewolfsblog @starrrybarnes @winterboobear11

Suddenly another wave of energy seems to pulse through the house, shaking the very foundation. Your eyes snap up to the sound of crumbling paint and pieces of the ceiling starting to crack and actively deteriorate. In an instant you’ve shot to your feet, turning your head to the upstairs balcony when you hear footsteps running on the wooden floor. You can hear Klaus and Diego calling out for Grace, but their shouting is soon silenced by more rubble clattering to the ground, shaking the house once again.

You race up the stairs to the second floor balcony where you just heard the distinct voices of Klaus and Diego. But by the time you get up there, both of them have disappeared. You look around the area in confusion, as more and more of the building cracks and breaks around you. Without warning a giant chuck of ceiling breaks free from the rest of its placement, hurling itself down at you. You dodge it, sliding on the tiled floor in the process. When another chunk falls down on your shoulder, knocking you harshly onto the ground, fortunately when your face is temporarily pressed to the wooden floorboards. You catch the scent of Diego and Klaus, their trail leading out to an open window. That’s now blocked by flaming debris of wood and whatever else. Dammit.

Your eyes scan the wall, finding another window you make a break for it, throwing your arm in front of your face to better prepare for impact. A moment later you feel a pressure and then tiny shards of glass flying all around you, as you jump out the window. For a few seconds you blissfully free-fall in the cool night air, before the hard concrete gives you a rude awakening. Darkness. When you open your eyes about 10 seconds later, you gasp in pain as your hip, rip-cage, and the left side of your skull moves around to fall back into its original placement. You watch as your previously broken arm, fuses back into place with a distinctly gory bob sound. With no time to spare you jump to your feet, dodging more pieces of the dying Academy.

When you make it round the corner, the whole entirety of the Academy has been reduced to rubble and flames. “First mom. Now Pogo. Where the hell his Y/N?!” Shouts Diego on the verge of tears. You run through the fallen bricks to the sound of his voice, finally spotting everyone, still alive and well, for the most part. “Diego!” You scream, racing over to him, he looks up at you with a downcast face before it turns into a relieved frown.

A second later, Five is jumping over a destroyed couch, “Guys! This is it. The apocalypse is still on. The world ends today.” He announces quickly, getting closer to the five of you, who all stare at him in troubled confusion. “I thought you said it was over.” Wonders Luther. Five starts to unfold a newspaper, “I was wrong, okay? This newspaper, I found it in the future the day I got stuck. The headline hasn’t changed.” He explains wide eyed.

“No, that doesn’t mean anything. The time could’ve been altered since that newspaper came out this morning.” Diego says, denying everything Five is telling you guys, not wanting to believe in the fact that the world just might end after all.

“You’re not listening to me. When I found it, I assumed this place came down along with everything else. But here we are. The Moon’s still shining, the Earth is still in one piece, but not the Academy.” Klaus suddenly snatches the crinkled newspaper from Five’s hand, “I’m confused.” He states baffled, Five furrows his brows in frustration, “Then listen to me, you idiot! Vanya destroys the Academy before the apocalypse. I thought Harold Jenkins was the cause, but he was just the fuse. Vanya is the bomb.” He exclaims pausing for a moment to let the information sink in, “Vanya causes the apocalypse.”

Right after Five finishes laying down the hard truth about Vanya and the apocalypse, you look up to hear the chopping of a helicopters blades. A giant spotlight is then intrusively beaming on all of you. “We have to find Vanya. Regroup at the Super Star. Go!” Shouts Luther over the blaring noise, you don’t have to think twice, as you grab Diego’s hand. The two of you bolting for the nearby bowling alley.

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All of you stand around a table at the bowling alley, the atmosphere is tense, everyone's emotions all over the place as to what just occurred and what to do next. Luther stares at the floor with a hard and concentrated expression, as you look up to observe his face from your spot next to Diego. You suddenly narrow your eyes at him, your jaw clenching in growing irritation. Diego’s gaze snaps over to your sudden tenseness, his eyebrows rising in suspicion when your fists start to clench.

“You drugged me you dick!” You bitterly snap at Luther, everyone’s faces go from yours to Luther’s rightfully wide eyed one. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing appears to come out as he just stands there awkwardly avoiding everyone’s prying eyes. You let out an agitated snort, standing up from your seat next to Diego, Luther takes a step back while studying your hostile movements.

“I have half a mind to slap the ever present dumbass out of you, but I can’t promise that I’ll be able to stop myself after that.” You state through clenched teeth, pausing for a moment to collect yourself from your rising anger.

“I..uh...Y/N, I didn’t kn..”

“No! Shut up, your speaking privileges have been revoked, so listen here. First you put Vanya in a goddamn cage, then you forcefully stop everyone from getting her out, and then when I try to help her...you fucking drug me. Were you wacked to many times on your head as a child, because if you can’t find your common sense I’ll frickin’ help you find it.” You aggressively state at a visibly sweating Luther, he takes another small step back, honestly afraid that you might indeed hold true to your word. “I don’t know what kinda thought process you had when you were thinking that any of this was a good idea, but clearly it has given us a one way ride into the fucking apocalypse and I did not ask you to share your tickets.” Diego suddenly reaches up to grip your left arm before you’re able to move out of reach and bitch-slap the stupid right out of Luther. Your head quickly turns to look down at Diego, “I’m not...I’m not going to hurt him D, at least not yet.” You tell him, whispering the last part with quiet malice. Diego sends you a sympathetic nod, still hurting from the destructive and violent demise of Grace.

“I know, and you have every right to be angry, as do the rest of us. But, Y/N this isn’t going to get us anywhere.” Your brows furrow in frustration as you anxiously bite your lip. Slightly taken aback by Diego’s ability to keep his shit together, well at least for the time being. You still have no idea that not even ten minutes ago he was almost in tears when he couldn’t find you in the rubble of the fallen Umbrella Academy.

You let out a tired sigh, looking down at the floor for a second before bringing your troubled gaze back up to a distraught Luther. “You’re lucky Diego’s here.” You warn him with a glare as you sit down next to Diego once again, “I’d throw a bowling ball right at your fucking face.” You growl at him, crossing your arms and legs in annoyance while leaning into Diego’s side. He puts a gloved hand on your thigh in an act of earnest comfort, your tenseness falters ever so lightly as you scowl at the dirty bowling alley floor. The others keep to themselves, everyone shrinking into their own worlds to think for a couple minutes. While you continue to lean into Diego’s warm side and brood like a troubled lighthouse keeper waiting for her husband to come back from the sea. The atmosphere between the six of you still considerably awkward and stressed.

“Look, I hate to be the one to say this, but everyone needs to prepare.” Carefully starts Luther, making up a new plan on the spot, as all of your heads turn to look at him.

“For what?” Asks Diego.

“To do whatever it takes to stop Vanya.” Allison wacks Luther on the chest before he can finish, he looks at her offended, “We may not have a choice Allison.” He snaps without any real anger towards her. “Bullshit. There’s always options.” Adds Diego, sitting opposite of Luther in a bowling alley chair.

“Yeah, like what?” Grumbles Five, Diego looks down for a second to think, “I don’t know?” You roll your eyes, no one is getting anywhere fast at this rate. “Whatever we happen to decide in the next three years. We need to find Vanya.” You tell them, standing up from your chair and crossing your arms, trying to think of something that could work.

“Or...here. Look at this.” Says Klaus, opening up the newspaper he’s been reading, wider for everyone to see, you all crowd around him. “That’s right. Her concert is tonight.” Says Diego, referring to the obvious newspaper ad, a big colored picture of Vanya with her violin, as well as the time and place of the concert.

You hear footsteps approaching from behind, “Hello. I hate to intrude, but my manager says if you’re not here to bowl, you gotta leave.” Says the bowling alley employee, a tad bit passive aggressively if you’re being honest.

“Who’s turn?” You deadpan, as Luther grabs a ball, chucking it across the lanes, evidently making a lucky strike. The lady turns around to leave, unsure of how to respond to that.

Allison quickly scribbles down something in her notes. She’s our sister. “We’re the only ones capable of stopping this. We have a responsibility to Dad.” States Luther, of course he’d bring Reginald into this.

“To Dad? I’ve heard enough about...” Diego snaps as Luther stands up, interrupting him, “He sacrificed everything to bring us back together.”

You want to argue against him, but oddly enough, he’s right. “I’m with Luther on this one. We can’t give her a chance to fight back. There are billions of lives at stake. We’re past trying to save just one.” Five tells all of you, it’s a terrible and tragic thing to hear, but this is the whole world or Vanya. No one ever said the right decision would be the easiest one.

“Hey, you know, guys, uh...maybe I could help.” Klaus randomly announces, Luther jumping at the chance to turn him down, “Now is not the time Klaus.” He says sternly, not wanting to deal with Klaus’ usual nonsense. “Let him finish.” Retorts Diego, waving Luther off. “He saved my life today.” Finishes Diego, not what you thought he would say, clearly neither did Luther, who questions Klaus about it.

“Yeah, yeah I did....take credit for it. In fact, the real hero...was Ben.” All of you stare at Klaus doubtful, oddly enough you could have swore you heard a muffled reply to Klaus’ rambling. What the? You haven’t been able to hear Ben’s ghost since before Klaus’ addictions muddied up the connection to much, considering your senses are only able to hear Ben when Klaus is near. He’s literally a human Ouija board you swear.

“Today...listen. Today, he punched me in the face. And earlier at the house, he was the one who saved Diego’s life, not me.” Explains Klaus, he’s not lying, you’re truly intrigued now more then ever.

“You are unbelievable, Klaus.” Complains Luther, dumbfounded.

“You want proof, is that it? All right. I’ll give you proof.” Klaus then picks up a pink bowling ball, holding it in his two hands, getting ready to throw it, “All right, it’s showtime, baby. Catch!” He exclaims at the nearby empty space between Allison and a rack of bowling balls.

He throws the ball, it falling right past Allison as it makes a loud thud when it hits the floor. Luther is not amused one bit by Klaus’ shenanigans, in return for his rudeness, Klaus accidentally lets slip the fact that Luther was nicer before he got laid. Earning wide eyes from Allison and the rest of you, Luther snaps at Klaus to shut up, but he just makes it worse when adding in the part where it was an accident cause Luther was actually high.

Allison face is a mix of amazement and disappointment all in one as she abruptly turns around, walking away from rest of you, while Luther trails behind her trying to explain himself. You let them talk it out, as you sit down in one of the doubled side-by-side plastic chairs, choosing the empty spot next to Diego. Klaus is in front of the both of you, Five in his own seat next to him. Out of nowhere, a random but incredibly bubbly plump lady and her son walk up to you, Diego, Klaus, and Five.

“Excuse me. But it’s my son, Kenny’s birthday today and...um..wouldn’t your son be happier playing with kids his own age?” She says expectantly, with the largest and most annoying of smiles, “Assuming it’s okay with you and your husband.” She asks you sweetly, looking between you, Diego, and Five. Klaus looks to the two of you with raised eyebrows as he covers his mouth to hide a muffled laugh, Diego focuses on her before turning to you with an agitated and puzzled glance.

You give her a tight lipped smile about to say some smart-ass remark when Five beats you to it, “I would rather chew off my own foot.” He growls through clenched teeth. The lady’s face falls as you look over at him with a fake frown, turning to this lady with an equally false beaming smile.

“Maybe some other time, he gets cranky when he doesn’t have his apple juice before 8 o’clock.” She gives you a knowing motherly nod, as she hastily turns around with her son, walking away from all of you.

“Y/N what the hell was that shit.” Snaps Five as Klaus and Diego let out muffled laughter. You turn to him with a smirk, “What? You just missed out on an opportunity to make your first friend in 45 years.” He looks elsewhere with a sigh,”Yeah cause I need friends, you people are enough to handle already.”

Suddenly Five gets distracted by some swishing noise, getting up to check on it elsewhere in the facility. You, Klaus, and Diego don’t care enough to follow.

You slouch back in the small uncomfortable bowling alley seat, Diego leaning in close to your side with a mischievous grin. “If we had a kid, I hope they wouldn’t be like Five.” You look up at him, “If we had a kid like Five we’d have to just throw the whole kid away. And FYI, I just hope they aren’t like you when it comes to stubbornness.” You sass back, he gives you a half offended look. You just smile at him as he looks back adoringly at you, “Well I guess we won’t even need to have a wedding, that lady already confirmed you’re my wife so.” You snort at his remark, “Then if you happen to end up dead somewhere, do I get widow compensation money benefits to go along, cause I would love an apartment overlooking the city.” You ask him, giving him a playful nudge, Diego just shakes his head with a smile. “I’ll get us that apartment someday...its coming I promise.” He assures you, lightly poking your side, you just roll your eyes in reply.

He leans back, throwing an arm over your shoulder as the two of you look around the bowling alley for anything suspicious. You lean yourself closer into his side, enjoying this small moment of silent affection. “Just so the two of you know, I want to be invited to this wedding.” Adds Klaus out of nowhere, you glance over to him with a nod, “You can be the best man.” You tell him, his face instantly lights up, already thinking of some extravagant outfit and speech to have ready. Diego just chuckles at the two of you, thinking his own pleasant thoughts for that day. Hoping that it will eventually come to light, if the apocalypse doesn’t ruin everything first.

“All right, where’s Five?” Wonders Luther, walking back up to the three of you.

“He left.” Says Diego, standing up again, you doing the same.

“Oh, for the love of...where’d he go?”

“Didn’t say.” You add, assuming it must of been important if he just teleported away without saying anything first. Or maybe he had to take a huge shit, but who knows.

“Well, we’re not waiting around for him. The concert starts in 30 minutes.” States Luther.

“All right, so what’s the plan?” Diego asks him, although you’re doubtful it’s going to be a good one. Luther pauses for a moment, “Well, I think that, uh.....we go to the Icarus Theater.” You cut in, “That’s a place....not a plan.” He opens his mouth to say something but decides otherwise.

“What? Is that all you got?” Accuses Diego, walking in closer to Luther, “Look, you wanna be Number One, fine, but you’re gonna have to get us on the same page, because right now, we’re all over the place.” Luther looks at Diego almost bored, clearly getting that he’s right, but never wanting to fully admit it, until now, “You’re right....We need a plan.”

As Luther is finishing up his sentence, your eyes snap up to the scent of ammunition, your nose locating the bullets like a shark smelling a drop of blood in the ocean. Your brows furrow as you squint your eyes to the darkly clad gas masked looking motherfuckers with guns, sneaking their way into the bowling alley. If they were trying to be subtle, mission sorely failed. They don’t look like they’re from around here, and you have a strong hunch they’re not here to bowl. You don’t even have time to warn anyone before these bastards start raining bullets like there’s no tomorrow, and quit literally there might not be one.

You take cover behind the bowling alley tables, these ones conveniently cover all the way to the floor, giving you and the rest of the Hargreeves a place to hide. “Who the hell are these guys?” Shouts Diego wide eyed, he’s sitting to your right, as Luther sits to your left.

“Maybe they’re here for Kenny’s birthday!” Yells Klaus, covering his ears from the intrusive racket. Your own ears are bounding with each gun that goes off, you’re quickly getting pissed. “No, I’m pretty sure they’re here for us!” Answers Luther, as more bullets continue to mercilessly search for their breathing targets. “The fuck do we do now? All I’ve got is my boot knife.” You tell the four of them, suddenly Diego jumps up, throwing a dagger into the chest of one of the weird masked guys. In the process the lights flip to night mode, neon lasers are flashing every which way. Luther stands up, launching a heavy bowling ball into one of them, knocking them out.

You stand up yourself, pulling your pencil-long silver dagger from out of your hidden boot pocket, Diego continues to throw his knives while Luther grabs more bowling balls, chucking them at the shooters. You jump up on the table in front of you, front flipping through the air and gracefully landing in a crouched position as you slash your dagger into the Achilles tendon of the closest masked shooter. Slitting it open in one clean motion, he instantly falls to the floor where you then throw your hands tightly around his neck and snap it with little effort. You dart to the left next, vaulting yourself onto the pool table. Your left hand holds you up as you swing your legs and body over the table, sucker punching your next target in the head with a powerful kick.

He falls to the ugly looking carpet with a thud, you flip backwards avoiding the bullets from his friend who’s to your right. He misses you, shooting his unconscious companion in the back, evidently killing him. That works for you, with no time to spare you launch yourself at him, grabbing his head from behind with your left arm. You roughly tilt it up, bringing your right arm over, slitting his throat wide open. He immediately falls to the floor, holding his opened throat as he gurgles, choking on his own blood.

When you look up again, the Hargreeves are racing down the bowling lanes, miraculously avoiding getting shot at, much to your help. Trying to give them a better chance at not getting holes punched into their sides, you lift up the side of the pool table with both of your hands. Lifting the whole thing up and off of the floor with ease, you then catapult it directly into the four masked assassins, severely injuring most of them. The loud gunfire around you slows a bit, taking the blessed opportunity before you, you race towards your friends in a blur. Sliding underneath the back of the alley like an action hero, and out into the other side.

#the umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x you #the umbrella academy x reader #what a time to be alive fic #falcor the luck dragon stories #tua season one #tua #number two

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depressedacadamia · 3 years

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De Humani Corporis Fabrica

Chapter I: Le Studio Royal Jupiter

Word count: 3.4K

Summary: Pjo Dancer AU! When Le Studio Royal Jupiter starts competing, friendships and budding romances are ignited but enemies are also re-united.

Taglist (send me a message if you want to be added): @showtunesandsolangelo

A competition. An actual competition. Nico and Percy couldn’t believe it! They had spent all their lives training and now, their studio was finally going to a dance competition! Nico wasn’t about to admit it, but he practically did a pirouette in joy when he found out. Him and Percy couldn’t be more excited- their studio was becoming competitive!

But of course, they weren’t the only excited dancers.

Annabeth, Nico's ballet partner, was over the moon when she heard the news from Nico himself when they were warming up at the bar. Jason, one of the few students who took a fusion of ballet and street dance, had done a flip that the ballet dancers could not describe with any word other than awesome. The tap kids had come in singing musical theatre songs like ‘the story on tonight’ from Hamilton in honour of the news and Will Solace, the captain of the Tap dance crew, had given a terrible haiku as a celebration- something that he got from his father.

The salsa kids were literally tangoing their way into the studio and the best salsa duo -Hazel Levesque and Leo Valdez- had walked in with roses in their mouths as to also celebrate. However, Percy’s street dance partner, a talented breaker and popper- Frank Zhang, was more nervous and cautious towards this news.

Normally, the dancer’s all danced in the section of the studio where their style was taught. Studio A had the Ballet dancers, Studio B had the Street dancers, Studio 1 had the tap dancers and Studio 2 had the Salsa dancers and so on. The spare studio spaces were just rehearsal spaces and normally classes weren’t taught there. However, today, all of the top dancers from each style were gathered in Studio A.

Annabeth, Nico and Jason were all whispering as they sat down, doing butterflies. Behind them, they could hear Hazel and Leo- also known as fire and ice- because while Leo brought the fire (quite literally in that one routine they had performed involving the alcohol and matches), Hazel would always bring the coolest of moves that oftentimes, everybody had forgotten about. They were both talking about a funny incident with their lazy teacher, Dionysus, who spent his time drinking way too much.

Will and Piper, the musical theatre tap duo were probably considered the most talented duo. They could sing, dance and act- practically triple threats. With them on the dance team, there was no way they could lose.

“Has anyone considered that because we are now a competitive studio, we will have to audition to get on the teams?” Frank's concerned voice rang out, making everyone fall silent. Everyone expected to just be on the team- no one had remembered that there was no way every single one of them would be able to compete.

“Good morning dancers, thank you for being here early on a Saturday nonetheless- we know most classes do not start until 10, so we thank you for being so dedicated to this studio,” a firm voice rang out. Reyna, the ballet teacher, had walked in with her prize pupil- Calypso.

“I bet you Calypso will be competing- that's what happens when you practically live in this studio,” Annabeth whispered to Hazel, who was behind her. Despite being in different classes- they were good friends who hung out during their breaks.

“Doesn’t mean she deserves this any more than we do,” Leo, who despised Calypso, added.

“As you know.” Reyna glared at the group of people talking before starting again. “We have recently decided to become a competitive studio again.”

Reyna was suddenly cut off by a series of whoops, claps and whistles from throughout the crowd.

“This means that we will need a team. Many of you seem to have forgotten that when we weren’t a competitive studio, we still held auditions for teams. The competitive team who will represent Le Studio Royal Jupiter will be determined through auditions.

“She can just say The Royal Jupiter Studio, it’s not like you get extra brownie points if you say it in french,” Leo snorted slightly, causing Calypso who also despised Leo, to glare at him.

“It is tradition for our studio to make sure the best of the best is chosen to represent. Many of the students who have been with us for almost their entire lives,” Reyna turned her eyes to Nico, “Know of the times when this Studio was competitive. The trophies in the corridor show our successful history that was closed down to a tragic incident and it was decided for a period of time that LSRJ would stop being competitive.”

“But now, we’re going to regionals so let's talk business- or in dance, we like to say auditions,” The street dance teacher, Thalia Grace ,who was also the brother of the best fusion dancer - Jason Grace- walked in. Her abrupt statement caused the room to start buzzing with whispers and excitement. She had baggy tracksuits with a skull t-shirt as well as a black patterned bandana around her cropped black hair.

“For the auditions, there will be solos and duets. You can choose whether you want to do either however, doing a duet will be seen a better as in proves your ability to work with others. Solo auditions for regionals itself will be decided once the team is in,” Reyna added the last sentence when she saw Annabeth about to open her mouth.

“For ya duets, we highly recommend you don’t partner with someone of the same style, So Annabeth and Nico- big no no, sorry guys. We want to see what you can do when you are put outside your comfort zone. Hazel and Leo, stop pouting unless you’re willing to pout at the floor while you do push ups,” Thalia grinned wickedly.

“As for the 2 other sections of the auditions- there will be improv which you all are familiar with. There will also be a choreographed audition- you will be sectioned into groups and taught choreo in a sectioned amount of time. You will be given an hour to learn this choreo and perfect it before presenting it to the judges,” Calypso added, standing at the front.

“We hope to see many faces at the auditions and good luck!” Reyna called out as she pinned the sign up sheet to the notice board. Dancers practically ran to the sheets, scribbling their names under the solo column, despite the warnings given.

“So… you’re Annabeth, right? You do ballet with Nico- wanna team up?” Percy grinned all too knowingly making Annabeth sigh.

“We’re dating, you dumbass.” She facepalmed before quickly answering. “ Yes, yes I will be your partner.”

Unfortunately, the rest of the dancers who did not sign up for solo’s did not find their partners so easily. Hazel and Leo were so tempted to be partners- they were almost definite that they could choreograph a salsa routine that would be so good, the judges would forget the whole ‘different style’ partner.

Percy had already gotten his partner but he knew that Frank needed one. He had seen how Frank had always been shy to approach Hazel and he couldn’t blame him too much. Hazel was a super talented dancer and her smile was guaranteed to light up any room. However, Percy wasn’t definite that Hazel and Leo weren’t dating. They would always be seen together and while they were called fire and ice, they got along very well.

“Hey Hazel!” Percy beckoned her over. “Since you can’t pair up with Leo, how about you try pairing up with a hip hop guy….Oh Frank, you’re free- surely you wouldn’t mind pairing up with Hazel?”

Frank who was shoved into the spotlight could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks as he managed to successfully not stutter his words.

“Uh, well I’m down if you are,” he mumbled slightly, looking towards his feet.

“Sure!” Hazel agreed happily which earned herself a light nudge from Leo.

“Who do I go with if you’re off with B-boy?”

“Leo, stop being codependent on me. Ask Jason, he does fusion,” Hazel recommended.

“I can’t lift Jason though!”

“Jason just paired up with Piper,” Jason added as he walked over, throwing his arm over Percy’s shoulder.

“Jason, you did what?” Nico asked, horrified. “Jay, I wanted to pair with you!”

“There’s still Leo, Will and… Calypso,” Annabeth offered. Nico shot her a look saying Do I look like I’m about to deal with Calypso? On cue, Will walked over, humming as he did so.

“Any of you free? I need a partner, I really don’t have it in me to bother for a solo,” he confessed. Jason, who wore the smile of the devil's advocate at this very moment, decided to speak for Nico.

“Hey Nico, weren’t you just complaining about not having a partner. Oh and would you look at that, your styles are completely different!”

Nico whipped his head around and glared daggers at Jason who was smiling uncontrollably.

“Nico, is that good with you? I know how uptight Ballet dancers are.”

“We aren’t that uptight!” Nico snapped which earned him a look from Leo that read are you sure about that?

“Is that a yes?”

Nico sighed, knowing he had lost this battle. “Yeah, it’s fine.”

“No! No it’s not fine! I still don’t have a partner!” Leo cried. Calypso, with a plan forming in her head, literally walked up to Leo and attempted to drag him by the arm, only to be stopped by him pulling his hand away.

“¿Qué te pasa?” Leo immediately broke into Spanish.

“Us. Partners.”

“Partners? Are you out of your mind? Go do a duet with Castellan!”

“Our styles are too similar- we both do Ballet,” Calypso shot back.

“You know Callie, considering you are one of the studio's best Ballet dancers, I would have thought you would be going with a solo... '' Will mused, teasing her over the crush he knew she used to have on Leo. Well that’s what Calypso would claim everytime it was brought up. Calypso could feel her cheeks heating up and curled her toes to stop it.

“But I guess you going with a duet would make you look more like a team player.” Will stopped for a second to place his fingers on his chin as if he were stroking a beard. “Although, I never thought you’d go for Valdez since Clarrise hasn’t got a partner yet.”

“Clarrise and I had an argument, it would be unethical to work with her.”

“More unethical than it is to work with me? Also, I love the passive aggressive undertone- it doesn’t suit you though,” Leo gave a genuine smile. Calypso did not respond to the intense sarcasm and instead told Leo to make sure he checks his messages which resulted in Leo wondering how he ever got her number.

“Hey Nico, I've gotta skadoodle but text me a good rehearsal time, kay?” Will grabbed Nico’s wrist before he left. Nico responded with a gentle nod- slightly shocked that someone had just touched his wrist without his permission.

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“Wait, wait- how do you do that?” Hazel asked as Frank showed her a piece of choreography.

“Okay, well you push your left foot out and then you bend both knees and your arms come down like you’re about to crouch. Then just kick out your left foot before pulling it back and set your right foot in front,” Frank instructed, holding Hazel's arm for her as she struggled to get the move down pat.

“Wait, I think I’ve got it,” She performed the move perfectly. “ Ooh, hey we can add on a salsa part to this!”

Hazel shuffled her hips, rolling her body and hips forwards before bringing them back her arms both in the air elegantly.

“Okay, put your right hand on my hip with my hand and then put your other hand in my free hand.” Hazel waved her free hand in the air which Frank then took.

“Now, just move with me,” Hazel finished. Frank, who was terribly nervous and could feel his hands shaking, somehow managed to perform the move adequately- which even led him to another idea for their dance.

“Hey, how do you feel about adding a lift?”

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“Percyy, put me down!” Annabeth shrieked as Percy held her on his back and refused to put her back to the safe ground.

“Not until you say that you secretly despise pointe shoes!”

“But I like performing on pointe! I was even hoping it would be part of our routine!”

This made Percy set her down. Annabeth’s cries of mercy died down as Percy let her feet touch the floor. They were occupying studio A which had the best mirrors- something that every dancer knew was necessary.

“You did?”

“What, did you think we were going to abandon Ballet entirely? We need to incorporate both styles, not just completely ignore the other,” Annabeth reminded him, her hands resting on her hips.

“I kinda thought we’d lean in the hip hop direction considering how technical the studio is.” Percy rubbed the back of his head.

“The studio isn’t that technical…. Okay maybe it is but we don’t need to abandon Ballet completely for this routine to stand out.”

“Do you have any ideas?”

“Of course,” Annabeth scoffed slightly before looking back at Percy, who rolled his eyes at her brash statement.

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Leo and Calypso were working on opposite sides of the room. They were in Studio 2, the salsa room- which they had for the rest of the day. Most dancers avoided Studio 2 because Dionysus was one of the weirdest dance teachers there were. He’d sit in a chair and tell the students stories and somehow, their dances blew people out the water. Some students believe that Leo and Hazel actually taught the class but others thought that Dionysus would just copy dances from the internet.

The truth was, Dionysus was the kind of person who would get a bit tipsy at work every once in a while- normally it would just result in him mis- shuffling his steps when teaching but every so once in a while, he would create some extraordinary move from scratch. The rest was just his natural ability to dance- Dionysus told stories through his dance and he told the stories first. Always first.

Calypso was on the side of the room with the bar, stretching and warming up while Leo was on the other side with his headphones on and practising.

“Hey! Hello Leo! Take your headphones off!” Calypso called from the other side of the room. Leo, oblivious as ever, continued marking moves, in a manner where he was basically just shuffling his hips. Calypso marched over towards him and snatched his headphones off his head.

“Oi! What was that for?”

“I’ve been trying to talk to you if you haven’t noticed,” she pointed out. Leo rolled his eyes passive aggressively which only got onto Calypso’s nerves even more.

“What do you want?” Leo asked bluntly, eager to finish the conversation.

“I know what we should do for the routine, so come on.” She tried grabbing Leo’s wrist again.

“Of course you do. There you go again. Always Calypso, the everlasting angel who bosses everyone about and sucks up to every teacher in sight,” Leo mumbled under his breath. Unfortunately for him, Calypso caught his words.

“Oh look, it’s Leo- the immature and idiotic salsa dancer who set his dance partner on fire and is only known because of his partner and his ridiculous crush he has on her!” Calypso threw her hands out.

“First of all, setting her on fire was part of the routine and we planned and rehearsed it several times. Second of all, I do not have a crush on Hazel!”

“Do to!”

“How would you even know! You’re always in Studio A or one the rehearsal rooms. You never come down to Studio 2- not that we want you down here,” Leo retorted.

“I have no desire to come down here with your loud and improper techniques and not to forget your funky, weird teacher. Everyone knows Hazel practically teaches the salsa classes.”

“Salsa isn't improper. It’s not our fault you’re the only ballet dancer with a stick so far up your ass, you’re practically a mannequin doll! And you’re just jealous that you have Reyna who is terrifying as a teacher- Dionysus is super chill and you know it!”

“Reyna is 10 times the teacher Dionysus will ever be. Besides, you aren’t even the best dancer in your class, you can’t be one to talk,” Calypso boasted.

“You aren’t the best in your class either,” Leo pointed out, as if the fact was obvious. Calypso, who thought otherwise, stopped, dead still.

He did not just go there.

She had always seen herself as a passionate, ambitious and successful dancer- a lot of the time, the best even. When she spoke again, her voice seemed softer, vulnerable even.

“What do you mean I’m not the best? Who else is there?”

“Well there’s Castellan- everyone knows he’s being scouted. Besides, Nico and Annabeth blow you out of the water when it comes to technique, so you really can’t come and attack us salsa dancers.”

Calypso was at a loss for words. Did people actually see Luke as the better dancer? Was she just his backup all this time? Di Angelo and Chase blow her out of the water in technique? Since when? She had been at this studio her entire life and it seemed like since forever, she had always seen herself and assumed herself to be the best. Quickly, she packed her stuff away and scurried out of Studio 2- leaving Leo all by himself.

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It was 8 at night. Almost every dancer had left the studio by now. By now, almost every light was turned off. Almost every part of studio A was covered in darkness. Except for the spot where Nico was dancing. His black pointe shoes were elegant, just like his turns, his leaps and his jumps. It was like watching a swan- graceful, smooth and completely unaware of its surroundings. Swans also gawked the second something unexpected happened- so when Will walked through the doors of Studio A and started clapping at the end of Nico’s routine, Nico freaked out, slipping his foot (which may I remind you was on pointe) and landing on his butt.

“Ah shit! Are you okay?” Will asked, his tone worried as he rushed towards Nico who was clutching his ankle, with his eyes screwed up.

“Why the hell were you there? Why the hell are you still here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” Will challenged.

“I lock up the studio normally. Reyna gives me the keys before she leaves.” Nico flexed his ankle, making sure it was able to move in all directions. He started ripping his pointe shoes off, eager to get his feet out of the pretty torture devices.

“Sorry about the ankle, I probably should have made it clear I was coming.” Will rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Yeah, normally I rely on your tap shoes. Those things click clack like a bloody cow bell,” Nico remarked as he walked over to his cubby to put on his trainers.

“Harty har, if it means you don’t go leaping into an injury then I will consider it.”

“Wow,” Nico drawled. “Good to see that you care so much about my health.”

“Well if you got injured, who would I audition with?” Will smirked cheekily, hiding his eyes under his voluminous amount of blond locks.

“Now I feel even better,” Nico laughed slightly, pulling his sports bag over his shoulder.

As they walked out of the building, Nico stopped to make sure everything was all locked up. They passed the silver plaque, which had the studio's motto on it. While the studio had a french name- Le Studio Royal Jupiter- it’s motto was Latin. Nico had always loved the studio’s motto, seeing as it was cryptic but meaningful. In fact, he had found out that the motto was actually named after the anatomical book of Andreas Vesalius who was a 16th century anatomist.

De Humani Corporis Fabrica

On the fabric of the Human Body- Nico thought it was perfectly fitting for Le Studio Royal Jupiter.

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CAREER IN NATAL CHARTS

Hey! I’ve got many asks on this so I decided to do a short tutorial. As I always say around here, there’s no way I could possibly define one’s career / skills without seeing the whole chart so I’ll try to teach you how to get there on your own. If at the end of this post you’re still not sure then I strongly advise you to look for a professional astrologer (preferably a Traditional one but it’s up to you) that will assist you further.

Please remember this is all Traditional Astrology based therefore Neptune, Uranus and Pluto mean nothing.

So here’s a quick list of steps on how to get to the answer, and please remember that understanding rulers is a must. I’ll also use Taehyung’s chart as an example.

| Understand your Ascendant ‘cause it’s who you are and wherever you body is (the ruler of the Ascendant is always one’s body) is gonna influence your approach to life and how people will perceive you - therefore influencing your skills and how they’re useful for others. If the ruler of it is in the 10th, for example, could easily mean you’ll live for work or that many things in your life will be about your career.

| The nature of the planet that is representing your body will also talk about your profession, or how you’ll get to be good at it or not. Understanding mythology is very important regarding this: Jupiter can talk about law and society because it comes from the legend of Zeus, much like Mercury can stand for messages (communication in all its ways) since it’s from the Hermes’ tale and Venus is often talking about arts by having originated from Aphrodite.

| The 2nd talks about one’s money, so although it doesn’t define one’s career it can help you get how said money is gonna be present or not in one’s life. Again, it doesn’t define it - but it’s good to investigate it as so to get how exactly that career is gonna financially act for the person in the long run.

| Jupiter is the traditional significator of wealth, richness. Getting it is as important as getting the 2nd.

| The 6th traditionally (as in centuries ago) talked about slavery and nowadays can be understood as the place where we’ll see how that person will provide for the public, and how hard work is gonna play a role in that person’s life or not. This house will also talk about whether one will work for the government or not.

| The sign the 9th is in represents the subjects one’s mind feels at its best studying. However, whatever you study can be different from what your career implies. For example, if the signs from the 9th and the 10th’s are being ruled by complete opposite meanings defined by the planets than it’s safe to say one will study something but could end up working with something else. Or even that they might study it, but end up using it differently (like studying Biology to work as a scientist but ending up being a college teacher).

| The 10th is one’s career, the nature of the sign there and its ruler will define a whole lot of what the person will work with. It also explains one’s approach to it, the ruler of the 10th can easily explain if the person will pressure themselves to work hard or if they’ll just enjoy it. Please remember that every sign talks about many different things, so getting each one of them is important so you can compare to the planets involved. A 10th in Pisces, for example, can sometimes talk about having a career that involves creativity and arts - but often can also talk about working with creativity and religions of any kind. It also talks about sensitivity and addictions and how one copes with it or not. If Jupiter in this example is in Capricorn and therefore being in the 8th by Whole Signs: Jupiter talks about law and it’s at the house that talks about money coming from others, while the 10th is talking about creativity and people’s addictions. Could easily mean it’s a lawyer that works for companies that sue workers that have consumed alcohol or used drugs during work hours. lol Random, I know, but it’s for you to get how you have to read every single thing.

| Pars Fortunae’s sign will explain exactly how all those things combined will work out and how exactly that money is gonna be achieved by the person. And the ruler is just as important as the sign, of course. It’s literally talking about how one will work to get their money (even if it’s just given to them like by inheritance or prizes of any kind).

| Medium Coeli stands for one’s goals in life, what do they want to achieve by having lived in this world. Also, it’s not always placed in the 10th. If it’s talking about your goals in life then it’s obviously involving what you’ll do as a professional as well.

| Understanding all the meanings of the houses is an absolute must. If you already feel like you know what you wanna work with but isn’t sure how good it’ll be for you or not it’s good to check the houses that talk about whatever services you’d provide by choosing said path. For example, doctors commonly have to check the 12th (mental disorders, psychologists, etc) and the 6th (diseases, public providers). Entertainers have to check the 5th (entertainment, fun) much like the 11th (does society love them), interior designers have to check the 4th (since it defines homes), communicators have to check the 3rd (easy, right? since it stands for communication). Huge etc here.

| Last but not least the 2nd house stands for money, right? So after deciding you’ve found the house that is defining your career, you have to count to the 2nd after it. Why? Because the 2nd house after the one that defines your work skills will define the money that will come from it. Someone that is a nurse, for example, will often be defined by the 6th (diseases, public services) - so the 7th will represent the money they’ll get for it. So say the 6th is in Sagittarius, meaning the 7th is in Capricorn. That means 7th is ruled by Saturn and depending on how Saturn is going in that chart (what house it is or the sign, the aspects) can easily mean that the person will have to work for many years (Saturn stands for time, endurance) until they can call themselves financially stable.

| Another way of getting one’s money that comes from their job is that the 2nd from the 10th, the house of career, is the 11th. So yet another thing to read to get how profitable one’s career will be.

| One house alone won’t define anything, you have to take all of these that were mentioned and the houses their rulers are at into consideration to get to the answer. It really is like math, if you ignore one part of the equation you’ll just get the wrong results.

Here follows Kim Taehyung’s chart as an example:

| Taehyung has Jupiter, the ruler of Sagittarius, in the 1st: his body is constantly exposed and by being a benefic in a great sign for it it’s clear that he’ll attract attention easily. Jupiter also talks about society and in his case is explaining how effortless it is for him to attract people his way by having his body and face in the spotlight like this. Since Jupiter also talks about law and is working so nicely in his life it’s literally meaning he’s blessed regarding being protected with any law issues (as in if he ever sues anyone he’ll likely win, or that he’ll have luck when signing certain types of contracts involving his career). Since he has a great business mind (read the topic about his 2nd), he knows how to use this Jupiter to his advantage.

| Jupiter ruling his entire life by being in the 1st, and it’s the traditional significator of wealth: alone it wouldn’t do it, but combined with other placements is indeed explaining how rich he’ll get in this life (or has been getting, that is).

| Taehyung’s 6th is in Taurus, ruled by Venus. His Venus is in the 3rd, and also influecing his 11th by rulership - where his Medium Coeli is. Venus talks about arts much like the 6th talks about providing services: Taehyung offers art for the public, and since Venus is in a sign that belongs to Saturn and his Saturn is working in a sign bad for it and in an angular house (influencing the whole chart)… Taehyung has to work his ass off to have his work recognized. Although he has great luck with the public loving him (Venus ruling the 11th, Jupiter in the 1st), the work itself brings many hardships. It’s showing some workaholic tendencies as well, but not ones that he chooses to have: he’s forced to work long hours and it messes with his emotional health.

| Onto his 10th house, where his Pars Fortunae is. Virgo is ruled by Mercury, which is placed in the 2nd and conjunct Mars. Simply put, Taehyung’s mind and determination much like his business skills (2nd talking about money and Capricorn being a cardinal sign working with it) are what are gonna bring him money in this life. So the choices he makes regarding his career, the decisions he takes about investing in different kinds of businesses are what are gonna make him have money. There’s a lot of resilience here too, his patience combined with that determination is gonna bring him money. Virgo is talking about being methodic by being ruled by this Mercury, meaning that the way he approaches art is a lot more calculated than it’s shown to the public. Talks a lot about his fanservice skills for sure, since that Mercury and Mars conjunction is being influenced by a Moon in Aries in the 5th: he shines within entertainment, and most of it is calculated and created by skills he chose to perfect. He’s a natural with his charms that were given to him by Jupiter, but that determined (defined by the Mars in the 2nd) Moon in the 5th is to show how talented he is at entertaining.

| I’ve already talked about his MC, just to add that the 11th is also talking about society and fame brought by friendships and in his case is explaining how he wants to leave a mark in this world with his artistics skills (Libra ruled by Venus) and networking (wants to be known for being inclusive, unprejudiced).

| His Sun is in the 2nd and ruling the 9th. His mind loves to shine within creativity skills related subjects and boy wants to be known for making a name of his own. He wants to be known as someone that has achieved success by making the right calls at the right times. He’ll be financially successful and will be proud of knowing it was all because of his own choices. With Mercury and Mars in the same house that Sun is being taken to, I cannot stress this enough: his mind is very quick to judge what is going to bring him the best results.

| The Sun in the 2nd coming from the 9th, the house of long distance travels, is literally meaning his money is gonna come from people of different cultures.

| The 2nd house from his 5th (the house that is talking about entertainment, which is the one defining his career) is the 6th, so his money is gonna come from a lot of hard work, long hours, art related skills because Venus rules it, the way he chooses to communicate and by many travels as well (Venus ruling it and being in the 3rd, constant movement).

| That all being said, basically his career is related to arts and what he stubbornly wants to show others (you can tell the kind of arts he has skills for as well but I won’t go much into it) - but above all his money is gonna come from his wise decisions and determination regarding his profession (Pars Fortunae in Virgo).

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Best of Sundance 2021.

From pandemic-era stories, via portraits of grief, to the serendipitous 1969 trilogy, the Letterboxd crew recaps our favorite films from the first major festival of the year.

Sundance heralds a new season of storytelling, with insights into what’s concerning filmmakers at present, and what artistic innovations may be on the horizon. As with every film festival, there were spooky coincidences and intersecting themes, whether it was a proliferation of pandemic-era stories, or extraordinary portraits of women working through grief (Land, Hive, The World to Come), or the incredible serendipity of the festival’s ‘1969 trilogy’, covering pivotal moments in Black American history: Summer of Soul (...Or When the Revolution Could Not Be Televised), Judas and the Black Messiah and the joyful Street Gang: How We Got to Sesame Street.

The hybrid model of this year’s Sundance meant more film lovers across the United States—a record number of you, in fact—‘attended’ the prestigious indie showcase. Our Festiville team (Gemma Gracewood, Aaron Yap, Ella Kemp, Selome Hailu, Jack Moulton and Dominic Corry) scanned your Letterboxd reviews and compared them with our notes to arrive at these seventeen feature-length documentary and narrative picks from Sundance 2021. There are plenty more we enjoyed, but these are the films we can’t stop thinking about.

Documentary features

Summer of Soul (...Or, When the Revolution Could Not Be Televised) Directed by Ahmir-Khalib Thompson (AKA Questlove)

One hot summer five decades ago, there was a free concert series at a park in Harlem. It was huge, and it was lovely, and then it was forgotten. The Harlem Cultural Festival of 1969 brought together some of the world’s most beloved Black artists to connect with Black audiences. The star power and the size of the crowds alone should have been enough to immortalize the event à la Woodstock—which happened the same summer, the film emphasizes. But no one cared to buy up the footage until Ahmir-Khalib Thompson, better known as Questlove, came along.

It would have been easy to oversimplify such a rich archive by stringing together the performances, seeking out some talking heads, and calling it a day. But Questlove was both careful and ebullient in his approach. “Summer of Soul is a monumental concert documentary and a fantastic piece of reclaimed archived footage. There is perhaps no one better suited to curate this essential footage than Questlove, whose expertise and passion for the music shines through,” writes Matthew on Letterboxd. The film is inventive with its use of present interviews, bringing in both artists and attendees not just to speak on their experiences, but to react to and relive the footage. The director reaches past the festival itself, providing thorough social context that takes in the moon landing, the assassinations of Black political figures, and more. By overlapping different styles of documentary filmmaking, Questlove’s directorial debut embraces the breadth and simultaneity of Black resilience and joy. A deserving winner of both the Grand Jury and Audience awards (and many of our unofficial Letterboxd awards). —SH

Flee Directed by Jonas Poher Rasmussen

Flee is the type of discovery Sundance is designed for. Danish documentarian Jonas Poher Rasmussen tells the poignant story of his close friend and former classmate (using the pseudonym ‘Amin Nawabi’) and his daring escape from persecution in 1990s Afghanistan. Rasmussen always approaches tender topics with sensitivity and takes further steps to protect his friend’s identity by illustrating the film almost entirely in immersive animation, following in the footsteps of Waltz With Bashir and Tower. It’s a film aware of its subjectivity, allowing the animated scenes to alternate between the playful joy of nostalgia and the mournful pain of an unforgettable memory. However, these are intercepted by dramatic archive footage that oppressively brings the reality home.

“Remarkably singular, yet that is what makes it so universal,” writes Paul. “So many ugly truths about the immigration experience—the impossible choices forced upon people, and the inability to really be able to explain all of it to people in your new life… You can hear the longing in his voice, the fear in his whisper. Some don’t get the easy path.” Winner of the World Cinema (Documentary) Grand Jury Prize and quickly acquired by Neon, Flee is guaranteed to be a film you’ll hear a lot about for the rest of 2021. —JM

Taming the Garden Directed by Salomé Jashi

There’s always a moment at a film festival when fatigue sets in, when the empathy machine overwhelms, and when I hit that moment in 2021, I took the advice of filmmaker and Sundance veteran Jim Cummings, who told us: “If you’re ever stressed or tired, watch a documentary to reset yourself.” Taming the Garden wasn’t initially on my hit-list, but it’s one of those moments when the ‘close your eyes and point at a random title’ trick paid off. Documentary director Salomé Jashi does the Lorax’s work, documenting the impact and grief caused by billionaire former Georgian PM Bidzina Ivanishvili’s obsession with collecting ancient trees for his private arboretum.

“A movie that is strangely both infuriating and relaxing” writes Todd, of the long, locked-off wide shots showing the intense process of removing large, old trees from their village homes. There’s no narration, instead Jashi eavesdrops on locals as they gossip about Ivanishvili, argue about whether the money is worth it, and a feisty, irritated 90-year-old warns of the impending environmental fallout. “What you get out of it is absolutely proportional to what you put into it,” writes David, who recommends this film get the IMAX treatment. It’s arboriculture as ASMR, the timeline cleanse my Sundance needed. The extraordinary images of treasured trees being barged across the sea will become iconic. —GG

The Most Beautiful Boy in the World Directed by Kristian Petri and Kristina Lindström

Where Taming the Garden succeeds through pure observation, The Most Beautiful Boy in the World relies on the complete participation of its title subject, actor Björn Andrésen, who was thrust into the spotlight as a teenager. Cast by Italian director Lucino Visconti in Death in Venice, a 1971 adaptation of Thomas Mann’s novella about obsession and fatal longing, Andrésen spent the 1970s as an object of lust, with a side-gig as a blonde pop star in Japan, inspiring many manga artists along the way.

As we know by now (Alex Winter’s Showbiz Kids is a handy companion to this film), young stardom comes at a price, one that Andrésen was not well-placed to pay even before his fateful audition for Visconti. But he’s still alive, still acting (he’s Dan in Midsommar), and ready to face the mysteries of his past. Like Benjamin Ree’s excellent The Painter and the Thief from last year, this documentary is a constantly unfolding detective story, notable for great archive footage, and a deep kindness towards its reticent yet wide-open subject. —GG

All Light, Everywhere Directed by Theo Anthony

Threading the blind spots between Étienne-Jules Marey’s 19th-century “photographic rifle”, camera-carrying war pigeons and Axon’s body-cam tech, Theo Anthony’s inquisitive, mind-expanding doc about the false promise of the all-seeing eye is absorbing, scary, urgent. It’s the greatest Minority Report origin story you didn’t know you needed.

Augmented by Dan Deacon’s electronic soundscapes and Keaver Brenai’s lullingly robotic narration, All Light, Everywhere proves to be a captivating, intricately balanced experience that Harris describes as “one part Adam Curtis-esque cine-essay”, “one part structural experiment in the vein of Koyaanisqatsi” and “one part accidental character study of two of the most familiar yet strikingly unique evil, conservative capitalists…”. Yes, there’s a tremendous amount to download, but Anthony’s expert weaving, as AC writes, “make its numerous subjects burst with clarity and profundity.” For curious cinephiles, the oldest movie on Letterboxd, Jules Jenssen’s Passage de Vénus (1874), makes a cameo. —AY

The Sparks Brothers Directed by Edgar Wright

Conceived at a Sparks gig in 2017 upon the encouragement of fellow writer-director Phil Lord, Edgar Wright broke his streak of riotous comedies with his first (of many, we hope) rockumentary. While somewhat overstuffed—this is, after all, his longest film by nearly fifteen minutes—The Sparks Brothers speaks only to Wright’s unrestrained passion for his art-pop Gods, exploring all the nooks and crannies of Sparks’ sprawling career, with unprecedented access to brothers and bandmates Ron and Russell Mael.

Nobody else can quite pin them down, so Wright dedicates his time to put every pin in them while he can, building a mythology and breaking it down, while coloring the film with irresistible dives into film history, whimsically animated anecdotes and cheeky captions. “Sparks rules. Edgar Wright rules. There’s no way this wasn’t going to rule”, proclaims Nick, “every Sparks song is its own world, with characters, rules, jokes and layers of narrative irony. What a lovely ode to a creative partnership that was founded on sticking to one’s artistic guns, no matter what may have been fashionable at the time.” —JM

Narrative features

The Pink Cloud Written and directed by Iuli Gerbase

The Pink Cloud is disorienting and full of déjà vu. Brazilian writer-director Iuli Gerbase constructs characters that are damned to have to settle when it comes to human connection. Giovana and Yago’s pleasant one-night stand lasts longer than expected when the titular pink cloud emerges from the sky, full of a mysterious and deadly gas that forces everyone to stay locked where they stand. Sound familiar? Reserve your groans—The Pink Cloud wasn’t churned out to figure out “what it all means” before the pandemic is even over. Gerbase wrote and shot the film prior to the discovery of Covid-19.

It’s “striking in its ability to prophesize a pandemic and a feeling unknown at the time of its conception. What was once science fiction hits so close now,” writes Sam. As uncanny as the quarantine narrative feels, what’s truly harrowing is how well the film predicts and understands interiorities that the pandemic later exacerbated. Above all, Giovana is a woman with unmet needs. She is a good partner, good mother and good person even when she doesn’t want to be. Even those who love her cannot see how their expectations strip her of her personhood, and the film dares to ask what escape there might be when love itself leaves you lonely. —SH

Together Together Written and directed by Nikole Beckwith

Every festival needs at least one indie relationship dramedy, and Together Together filled that role at Sundance 2021 with a healthy degree of subversion. It follows rom-com structure while ostensibly avoiding romance, instead focusing on how cultivating adult friendships can be just hard, if not harder.

Writer-director Nikole Beckwith warmly examines the limits of the platonic, and Patti Harrison and Ed Helms are brilliantly cast as the not-couple: a single soon-to-be father and the surrogate carrying his child. They poke at each other’s boundaries with a subtle desperation to know what makes a friendship appropriate or real. As Jacob writes: “It’s cute and serious, charming without being quirky. It’s a movie that deals with the struggle of being alone in this world, but offers a shimmer of hope that even if you don’t fall in fantastical, romantic, Hollywood love… there are people out there for you.” —SH

Hive Written and directed by Blerta Basholli

Hive, for some, may fall into the “nothing much happens” slice-of-life genre, but Blerta Basholli’s directorial debut holds an ocean of pain in its small tale, asking us to consider the heavy lifting that women must always do in the aftermath of war. As Liz writes, “Hive is not just a story about grief and trauma in a patriarchy-dominated culture, but of perseverance and the bonds created by the survivors who must begin to consider the future without their husbands.”

Yllka Gashi is an understated hero as Fahrjie, a mother-of-two who sets about organizing work for the women of her village, while awaiting news of her missing husband—one of thousands unaccounted for, years after the Kosovo War has ended. The townsmen have many opinions about how women should and shouldn’t mourn, work, socialize, parent, drive cars and, basically, get on with living, but Fahrjie persists, and Basholli sticks close with an unfussy, tender eye. “It felt like I was a fly on the wall, witnessing something that was actually happening,” writes Arthur. Just as in Robin Wright’s Land and Mona Fastvold’s The World to Come, Hive pays off in the rare, beaming smile of its protagonist. —GG

On the Count of Three Directed by Jerrod Carmichael, written by Ari Katcher and Ryan Welch

It starts with an image: two best friends pointing guns at each other’s heads. There’s no anger, there’s no hatred—this is an act of merciful brotherly love. How do you have a bleak, gun-totin’ buddy-comedy in 2021 and be critically embraced without contradicting your gun-control retweets or appearing as though your film is the dying embers of Tarantino-tinged student films?

Comedian Jerrod Carmichael’s acerbic directorial debut On the Count of Three achieves this by calling it out every step of the way. Guns are a tool to give insecure men the illusion of power. They are indeed a tool too terrifying to trust in the hands of untrained citizens. Carmichael also stars, alongside Christopher Abbott, who has never been more hilarious or more tragic, bringing pathos to a cathartic rendition of Papa Roach’s ‘Last Resort’. Above all, Carmichael and Abbott’s shared struggle and bond communicates the millennial malaise: how can you save others if you can’t save yourself? “Here’s what it boils down to: life is fucking hard”, Laura sums up, “and sometimes the most we can hope for is to have a best friend who loves you [and] to be a best friend who loves. It doesn’t make life any easier, but it sure helps.” Sundance 2021 is one for the books when it comes to documentaries, but On the Count of Three stands out in the fiction lineup this year. —JM

Censor Directed by Prano Bailey-Bond, written by Bailey-Bond and Anthony Fletcher

The first of several upcoming films inspired by the ‘video nasty’ moral panic over gory horror in mid-’80s Britain, Prano Bailey-Bond leans heavily into both the period and the genre in telling the story of a film censor (a phenomenal Niamh Algar—vulnerable and steely at the same time) who begins to suspect a banned movie may hold the key to her sister’s childhood disappearance. Often dreamlike, occasionally phantasmagorical and repeatedly traumatic, even if the worst gore presented (as seen in the impressively authentic fictional horrors being appraised) appears via a screen, providing a welcome degree of separation.

Nevertheless, Censor is definitely not for the faint of heart, but old-school horror aficionados will squeal with delight at the aesthetic commitment. “I’m so ecstatic that horror is in the hands of immensely talented women going absolutely batshit in front of and behind the camera.” writes Erik. (Same here!) “A great ode to the video-nasty era and paying tribute to the great horror auteurs of the ’80s such as Argento, De Palma and Cronenberg while also doing something new with the genre. Loved this!” writes John, effectively encapsulating Censor’s unfettered film-nerd appeal. —DC

CODA Written and directed by Siân Heder

A film so earnest it shouldn’t work, with a heart so big it should surely not fit the size of the screen, CODA broke records (the first US dramatic film in Sundance history to win all three top prizes; the 25-million-dollar sale to Apple Studios), and won the world over like no other film. “A unique take on something we’ve seen so much,” writes Amanda, nailing the special appeal of Siân Heder’s coming-of-ager and family portrait. Emilia Jones plays Ruby, the only hearing person in her deaf family, at war between the family business and her passion for singing. While Heder is technically remaking the French film La Famille Bélier, the decision to cast brilliant deaf actors—Troy Kotsur, Marlee Matlin and Daniel Durant—makes this feel brand new.

But it’s not just about representation for the sake of it. A sense of authenticity, in humor as much as affection, shines through. With a script that’s 40 per cent ASL, so many of the jokes are visual gags, poking fun at Tinder and rap music, but a lot of the film’s most poignant moments are silent as well. And in Ruby’s own world, too, choir kids will feel seen. “I approve of this very specific alto representation and the brilliant casting of the entire choir,” Laura confirms in her review. Come for the fearless, empathetic family portrait, stay for the High School Musical vibes that actually ring true. —EK

We’re All Going to the World’s Fair Written and directed by Jane Schoenbrun

Perhaps the most singular addition to the recent flurry of Extremely Online cinema—Searching, Spree, Host, et al—Jane Schoenbrun’s feature debut ushers the viewer into a haunted, hypno-drone miasma of delirium-inducing YouTube time-suck, tenebrous creepypasta lore and painfully intimate webcam confessionals. Featuring an extraordinarily unaffected, fearless performance by newcomer Anna Cobb, the film “unpacks the mythology of adolescence in a way that’s so harrowingly familiar and also so otherworldly”, writes Kristen. Not since Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s Pulse has there been such an eerily lonely, and at times strangely beautiful, evocation of the liminal spaces between virtual and real worlds.

For members of the trans community, it’s also a work that translates that experience to screen with uncommon authenticity. “What Schoenbrun has accomplished with the form of We’re All Going to the World’s Fair is akin to catching a wisp of smoke,” writes Willow, “because the images, mood and aesthetic that they have brought to life is one that is understood completely by trans people as one of familiarity, without also plunging into the obvious melodrama, or liberal back-patting that is usually associated with ‘good’ direct representation.” One of the most original, compelling new voices to emerge from Sundance this year. —AY

Judas and the Black Messiah Directed by Shaka King, written by King, Will Berson, Kenneth Lucas and Keith Lucas

It was always going to take a visionary, uncompromising filmmaker to bring the story of Fred Hampton, the deputy chairman of the national Black Panther Party, to life. Shaka King casts Daniel Kaluuya as Hampton, and LaKeith Stanfield as William “Wild Bill” O’Neal, the FBI informant whose betrayal leads to Hampton’s assassination. Both actors have never been better, particularly Kaluuya who Fran Hoepfner calls “entrancing, magnetic, fizzling, romantic, riveting, endlessly watchable.”

Judas and the Black Messiah is an electric, involving watch: not just replaying history by following a certain biopic template. Instead, it’s a film with something to say—on power, on fear, on war and on freedom. “Shaka King’s name better reverberate through the halls of every studio after this,” writes Demi. A talent like this, capable of framing such a revolution, doesn’t come around so often. We’d better listen up. —EK

Pleasure Directed by Ninja Thyberg, written by Thyberg and Peter Modestij

A24’s first purchase of 2021. Ironically titled on multiple levels, Pleasure is a brutal film that you endure more than enjoy. But one thing you can’t do is forget it. Ninja Thyberg’s debut feature follows a young Swedish woman (Sofia Kappel) who arrives in Los Angeles with dreams of porn stardom under the name ‘Bella Cherry’. Although Bella is clear-eyed about the business she’s getting into, Thyberg doesn’t shy away from any of the awfulness she faces in order to succeed in an industry rife with exploitation and abuse. Bella does make allies, and the film isn’t suggesting that porn is only stocked with villains, but the ultimate cost is clear, even if it ends on an ever-so-slightly ambiguous note.

Touching as it does on ambition, friendship and betrayal in the sex business, Pleasure is often oddly reminiscent of Paul Verhoeven’s Showgirls. Or rather, the gritty film Showgirls was claiming to be, as opposed to the camp classic it became. There’s nothing campy here. Kappel is raw and fearless in the lead, but never lets the viewer lose touch with her humanity. Emma puts it well: “Kappel gives the hardest, most provocative and transfixing performance I’ve seen all festival.” “My whole body was physically tense during this,” writes Gillian, while Keegan perhaps speaks for most when she says “Great film, never want to see it again.” —DC

Coming Home in the Dark Directed by James Ashcroft, written by Ashcroft and Eli Kent

A family camping trip amidst some typically stunnin—and casually foreboding— New Zealand scenery is upended by a shocking rug-pull of violence that gives way to sustained terror represented by Daniel Gillies’ disturbingly calm psychopath. The set-up of this thriller initially suggests a spin on the backwoods brutality thriller, but as Coming Home in the Dark progresses and hope dissipates, the motivations reveal themselves to be much more personal in nature, and informed on a thematic level by New Zealand’s colonial crimes against its Indigenous population. It’s a stark and haunting film that remains disorientating and unpredictable throughout, repeatedly daring the viewer to anticipate what will happen next, only to casually stomp on each glimmer of a positive outcome.

It’s so captivatingly bleak that a viewing of it, as Collins Ezeanyim’s eloquent reaction points out, does not lend itself to completing domestic tasks. The film marks an auspicious debut for director and co-writer James Ashcroft. Jacob writes that he “will probably follow James Ashcroft’s career to the gates of Hell after this one”. Justin hits the nail on the head with his description: “Lean and exceptionally brutal road/revenge film … that trades in genre tropes, especially those of Ozploitation and ’70s Italian exploitation, but contextualizes them in the dark history of its country of origin.” —DC

The World to Come Directed by Mona Fastvold, written by Ron Hansen and Jim Shepard

Mona Fastvold has not made the first, nor probably the last, period romance about forbidden lesbian love. But The World to Come focuses on a specific pocket in time, a world contained in Jim Shepard’s short story ‘Love & Hydrogen’ from within the collection giving the film its name. Katherine Waterston and Vanessa Kirby are Abigail and Tallie, farming neighbors, stifled by their husbands, who find brief moments of solace, of astonishment and joy, together. What shines here is the script, a verbose, delicate narration that emanates beauty more than pretence. “So beautifully restrained and yet I felt everything,” Iana writes.

And you can feel the fluidity and elegance in the way the film sounds, too: composer Daniel Blumberg’s clarinet theme converses with the dialogue and tells you when your heart can break, when you must pause, when the end is near. “So much heartache. So much hunger. So much longing. Waves of love and grief and love and grief,” writes Claira, capturing the ebb and flow of emotion that keeps The World to Come in your mind long after the screen has gone silent. —EK