#i wanted it to be very yin yang... a balance of light and dark...

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rin and len! len and rin! where does one twin end, and the other begin?

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Do you have any idea what your version of Y/N cookie would be as an ancient? (I LOVE YOUR ART BTW!!! ITS SO EDIBLE /pos)

Meet ANCIENT! Y/N cookie! The sixth hero! And is the strongest of the group! And the only one who escaped.

They do not have their own kingdom since they preferred to explore more than having their own land.

Their soul-jam is the light of balance. It's appearance is a Yin-yang symbol. It is 2 separate soul-jam stuck together, making them one full piece. Each halves have its own equal amount of power and strength, if lose one of them, Y/N loses half of their powers and strength. They have both Light and Dark powers.

Being the balance cookie, they aren't fully on anyone's side as they see everyone as an equal. They knew Dark Enchantress cookie's goal, and all others dark cookies that follow her, but they don't judge any of them. There's a reason they have that goal. But, they will fight for the right in their eyes, is to finally stop Dark Enchantress once and forever.

They knew exactly who Dark Enchantress cookie truly is, but they refuse to tell anyone. They want those who wish to knew Dark Enchantress cookie true identity, to find it themselves.

They do not have a BEAST counterpart. Their soul-jam was created and kept a secret for a long time, until a cookie finally prove themself to achieve it, and it's Y/N.

Their weapon, the scythe. The dark scythe blade held the power of darkness, the white scythe blade held the power of light. Both of them are equal.

And, they are a huge inspiration of a certain cookie!

It is, Licorice Cookie!

Licorice Cookie sees Y/N cookie as an awesome and fair cookie. So, they're his favorite ancient until this day!

His scythe is inspired off of theirs, it only has one blade was because he couldn't make the other one.

Despite being in the darkness' side, Y/N cookie is proud of him.

ANCIENT COOKIES THOUGHTS ON THEM:

PURE VANILLA COOKIE: "I say, they are a great cookie. They know what's wrong and right anytime. I truly believe they deserve their soul-jam!"

HOLLYBERRY CCOKIE: "Haha! Oh that cookie? They are a very delightful cookie! I'm quite sad that they don't have a kingdom of their own. But, I'm glad we both like exploring!"

DARK CACAO COOKIE: "they are a cookie that believes in balance, like I do. I fully trust them. I believe they would never betray anyone."

GOLDEN CHEESE COOKIE: "Y/N cookie? Oh haha! A wonderful cookie I must say! They are worth more than every gold and glitters I have! I'm truly glad they're here with me!"

WHITE LILY COOKIE: "Them? Oh, I truly think they are an excellent cookie. They are perfect in every way! I'm quite suprise a cookie like them exist! They have almost little to no flaws at all!"

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About Dr Zayne and Dawnbreaker's ethics.

Something that kinda irks me a little when ppl talk about Dr Zayne and Dawnbreaker, it's when they make it look like they're totally different people.

"Dr Zayne would never kill someone where Dawnbreaker wouldn't hesitate..."

It's not as simple as that, honestly. Dawnbreaker is just a severe depressed Dr Zayne. His morals aren't some kind of "twisted" ethic bc he kills ppl for the greater good and not out of pleasure.

He has the exact same views than Dr Zayne, actually: "It's better to die with clarity than living as a walking corpse"

Remember that Zayne doesn't stop Tobias from choosing to die instead of looking for a cure for his Protocore syndrome, even tho Zayne is the most desperate person on earth to save people (His medic of the artic anecdote makes it crystal clear). Despite his own beliefs, he will always respect the patient's autonomy over their own body and life.

Actually, Zayne defines his ethics as Doctor as "Respecting life and patient's choices".

Georgie's mom looked for Dawnbreaker to kill her bc she knew she was going to turn into a monster and he could help her. DB Zayne is not a Doctor but still does his best to try to fix the world he lives in the same way Dr Zayne does or tries to lessen the damage at the very least. It is even said in his anecdotes that the police and media try to hide the fact that being exposed to Protocore energy/ Metaflux for long periods of time is what is making ppl to turn into wanderers. Considering that Protocore technology is highly profitable in LADS world, nobody would give up on it the same way we haven't given upon oil.

Dawnbreaker it's literally Zayne living the consecuences of the status quo and capitalism. Something that Dr Zayne does too at rejecting immortality and accepting death as the natural result of living.

I've previously talked about this, but in Master of Fate myth it is mentioned that Zayne's role is of a siming, and according to chinese mythology, it's a deity with more of a bureocratic job than anything else (Just look at the way he dedicated his time to those bamboo books). He decides who gets to have a long life and who gets to have a short span of life in order to keep the balance of destiny and probably the reason he had to get rid off of MC since she was a "variable".

And as Foreseer, he loses the jurisdiction of allocating human life span and fate but still watches over them.

The concept of Zayne's character as a whole is this balance of life and death. I wouldn't be surprised if later on they reference yin and yang through him, in traditional chinese medicine, it is said that sickness comes from the unbalance of ying and yang.

In this case, it's true that Dr Zayne and Dawnbreaker look like opposites -the Guardian Angel and the Grim Reaper. But in reality, they're two sides of the same coin and complement each other. Dr Zayne has the possibility to save lifes bc he's a doctor. Dawnbreaker has the possibility to help people to die bc he's an assasin. There's both light and darkness in both of them.

Dr Zayne wouldn't kill ppl just bc he wanted too. The same goes for Dawnbreaker. And just as William asked Zayne to kill him, DB too, killed Georgie's mom and probably his step father out of mercy. And so the same goes for the rest of people. And just as Dr Zayne saves ppl with his hands, Dawnbreaker does too at avoiding any casualties caused by wanderers (which is his main purpose after all)

Dr Zayne is good, he has no bounty like the other guys and he hasn't committed crimes but that doesn't make him any less attractive at all and most important, it doesn't make him naïve. I would say it's totally the opposite, since it seriously takes strength to remain kind in an unfair world.

[Nedless to say that the other guys are lot older than him bc he was cursed to reincarnate and find MC just to watch her die and sacrifice himself to save her].

I think this rant of mine comes from the fact that lately I've read several ppl saying that Dawnbreaker is far more interesting to them that Dr Zayne. I suppose this opinion comes from all the possibilities of what is like to be with Dawnbreaker who is a gloomy Zayne and someone who also lives in totally different circumstances. And I mean, at the end of the day, it's a valid opinion.

But my point here is: they're actually not that different from one another if you look closely. (Dr Zayne also shares his fair amount of depression before MC).

Foreseer, Master of Fate, Dr Zayne and Dawnbreaker are all Zayne after all and I think it's important to highlight that most of them live their life as a means to an end for the greater good. Astra once said that Zayne was his tool and in all his lifes, Zayne has always worked his ass off for other people.

No wonder why as a doctor he respects ppl's autonomy over their lifes. It's MC the one who makes him being a bit more selfish.

Honestly, I could write an essay about this to explain it more properly but I'm so sleepy rn, I might consider it later but don't really trust it. If you've read all of this, wow. Thank you!!

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Order and Chaos (matt murdock x sister!reader)

Title: Order and Chaos

Type: one-shot; matt murdock x sister!reader

Warnings: couple swear words, person being rude to Matt (insensitive to blindness; didn’t know any cliches or derogatory things thankfully so i had to look up what to say. Just needed it for an idea. You’ll see what i mean), kind of au with Nelson & Murdock and Karen knowing Matt’s secret?, implied sex between Foggy and Marci

Spoilers: none?

Notes: another request! I'm so honored yall!

For the anon that requested: i didn't go super goth cuz im not 100% comfortable/knowledgeable about such things but i hope i did your request justice!

As always, love and/or constructive/friendly criticism is welcome and encouraged! (As are requests!)

Disclaimers: i do not own daredevil, its characters, or plot

Request: Ok hear me out, Matt X sister reader, but she’s like super goth, I’m talking piercings, tattoos, very upfront and blunt. (She is who I want to be) total opposite of her brother which makes their dynamic that much more funny cause no one understands how they could possibly be related let alone be besties.  And just like scenarios in which they are a dynamic duo despite how different they are. I just imagine her getting a new piercing or tattoo and he’s like “dude I can smell the ink/sore skin how are you not covered by now”. Lmao

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Yin and yang. Fire and water. Light and dark. Order and chaos. 

Y/n and Matt Murdock were both many things. But similar was not one of them. Sure, they both had a love for those close to them and they were good people. They both had a sturdy head on their shoulders and could stand up for themselves. But that’s really where the similarities ended. 

Matt was a lawyer - Y/n was going to school for journalism. Matt often wore suits when he was out - Y/n favored relaxed, baggier clothes. Matt meditated and did research - Y/n listened to rock and heavy metal. Though Matt had scars littering his body, the rest of it was clear - Y/n seemed to be on a journey to cover herself head to toe in tattoos. While Matt could be a smart ass when he wanted to be, Y/n openly said whatever she wanted - often to ehr detriment. Matt tended to be more analytical - Y/n was a bit of a hot head.

Those things aside, the two siblings loved each other and got along better than anyone. The whole ‘opposites attract’ thing was usually geared towards romantic relationships but it seemed to be perfectly true in the familial sense in this case too.

Y/n would often visit the office of Murdock & Nelson between her classes. If Foggy or, more likely Karen, texted her that it was going to be a long day, Y/n would stop and get coffee for the trio on her way.

Cup holder in hand, she jogged up the steps to their office. She opened the door with one hand, balancing the cups in the other. “Your salvation has arrived!” she called, closing the door behind her.

“If it isn’t our very own Wednesday Addams!” Foggy said, holding his hands up before bowing. “We are eternally in your debt, my lady.”

Y/n chuckled and smirked and handed him a coffee. “I may look the part but I smile too much to be an Addams.” 

“She is pale enough though,” Matt added with a mischievous grin, plucking his own drink from the carrier and placing a kiss to the side of his sister’s head. “Though she has enough ink to make that questionable,” he added.

Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, pushing his shoulder a bit. “Actually, speaking of which,” she said, turning to hand Karen her drink, then back to Matt. “I have another appointment on friday and I want you to come.”

Matt raised his brow. “Another one? How are you not completely covered by now?” he chuckled.

Y/n smirked as she finished her drink, dropping the empty cup in the garbage, and kissed Matt’s cheek. “Better to have artwork instead of bruises, Daredevil,” she called over her shoulder as she left the office.

Karen threw a hand up to conceal her shocked chuckle but Foggy openly laughed at his friend’s expense. 

Though he knew Y/n was too far away to hear him, he said, “Touche.”

Friday came quickly and Matt and Foggy walked the streets of Hell’s Kitchen with Y/n after they finished work for the day. Foggy was going to split after her appointment but decided to walk to the tattoo parlor with them since it was near his weekend destination. He pulled his phone out for the third time on their walk.

“It was nice of you to walk with us, Foggy,” Y/n said. “Even though it’s out of the way of your apartment,” she continued, feigning innocence.

Foggy, who was pulling up the rear of the trio, shrugged as he put his phone back in his pocket. “Like I’d ever miss a chance to see our queen of darkness get some new ink.”

“Not sure how you plan on seeing it when you have your nose in your phone the whole time,” Matt commented, biting back a smile.

“Ok, you need to stop listening to my movements,” Foggy said, exasperated.

“He doesn’t need to listen to your movements to know you’re texting your weekend booty call,” Y/n smirked.

“Yeah, how is Marci? Assuming you guys take time to actually talk between your…activities.”

Y/n spit out her water, stopping in her tracks to laugh along with Matt, high-fiving him when she saw Foggy’s face reddening. The Murdocks’ ability to easily riff off one another sometimes astounded even themselves.

“Yeah yeah, very cute, dynamic duo,” Foggy said under his breath.

Before anyone could say anything else, a man walked between them, glancing unkindly at Matt.

“Watch it, cane-tapper,” the man said, roughly brushing past Matt and pushing his cane out of his way.

Y/n’s eyes immediately widened and her nostrils flared as she glared after the man, taking a hot step forward to go after him but Matt raised his cane in front of her chest to keep her from doing so.

“Don’t,” he said. “It’s not worth it.”

Y/n turned hotly and looked at him, confused but still heated. “Matt! You can’t just let that dick talk to you like that!”

“Y/n, no.”

“But-”

“No.”

Y/n huffed and her shoulders slumped. She speed-walked in the direction they were headed in the first place, not waiting for Matt since she knew he could find the way without her.

Matt, on the other hand, chuckled and shook his head before following after her.

“Seriously,” Foggy said, slight fear lacing his features at Y/n’s 360 change in demeanor as he walked with Matt. “I have no idea how you two are related.”

Matt chuckled again, simply walking on towards the tattoo place.

Out of all the tattoo appointments Matt and Foggy went to with Y/n, this one was probably the shortest. Neither of the men looked as it was being done, just conversed with Y/n as they all waited. When the artist was finished, Y/n got up from her seat, turned in front of the mirror at the new tattoo on her left shoulder, and smiled. 

She turned towards her brother and friend. “Foggy?” she said, showing him.

The man smiled as he saw the image then looked her in the eyes. “I think it’s perfect, kiddo. Best one yet.”

Once the tattoo artist left, Y/n pulled Matt’s hand to the area, letting him gently brush his fingers over the image. He focused on the risen skin under his fingertips, where the edges began and ended, the corners of his lips turning up as he felt the outline of his Daredevil helmet. He couldn’t help but chuckle and full-on grin as he shook his head in slight disbelief.

Y/n smiled back. “Well? What do you think?”

Matt raised his blind gaze higher towards her face. “I think Foggy’s right. Best one yet.” He gently held her face and dropped a kiss to her head, wrapping her in a tight hug after. He and Y/n may not have had a lot of things in common. But one thing they did share was their love for one another.

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Full Worm Moon in Libra ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

Heey~ Yesterday/today is the first Full Moon of the astrological year!🍹Starting off this March, when the Sun is in Aries and the Full Moon is in Libra, the Human world is balancing good and evil⚖️Balancing Positive and Negative. Masculine and Feminine. Electric and Magnetic. Light and Dark. Yang and Yin☯️

With Libra’s aenergy, there are themes of JUSTICE taking place, and spiritually attuned peeps are going to see themselves flip🙃In a positive and empowered way, of course! In this event, take a look at your 7th House of relationships with others, which, ultimately is a reflection of your relationship with the unconscious part of yourself. 7th House is aspects/qualities/elements of ourselves we aren’t very conscious of unless we ‘make the effort to make the unconscious conscious’, says Carl Jung.

This Full Worm Moon in Libra, you will notice that your 7th House gets activated in such an empowered way that you will be rid of all shame and regret pertaining to all your 7th House-y-actions… Let’s make this make sense:

If whatever is in your 1st House makes you soft, polite, kind and gentle, to a point where you’ve often turned into a doormat, accommodating other people’s whimsical ego, you’ll now begin to see yourself embracing more of your SASS and general bitchiness that are already reflected by whatever is in your 7th House😾

If on the other hand, whatever is in your 1st House makes you unkind, argumentative, abrasive, competitive and generally conflicty, to a point where you’ve always been the mean girl or boy or whatever, you’ll see yourself mellow out significantly and suddenly able to reflect on the importance of being considerate, based on whatever sweetness is already in your 7th House🍬

This year, is a year we become whole by embracing ALL aspects of ourselves and turn it all into authentic personal power🪁

‘There is one thing stronger than all the armies of the world, and that is an idea whose time has come.’ – Victor Hugo

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Pile 1 – You’ve Taken Care of Everybody’s Opinions

L i g h t – Page of Pentacles

No matter your age, you feel like you’re still a student of Life, especially in terms of understanding Human relations. The reason for that, is that your heart is too pure for this world. Irrespective of age, you feel like you’re still grappling with understanding how some Humans can be so… bad. And you’ve wondered if maybe you’re the really bad person. You’ve been gaslit into questioning your own Soul. Your Soul is good, so good that you trust too easily because you see the positive in all situations. You’re an effervescent optimist! It’s taken you such a long time to realise it’s time you stopped considering other people too much.

Up until the time you find this reading, you’ve been hard at work in growing yourself, developing a stronger character by fully knowing what makes you, you. That way, you won’t be as easily swayed by other people’s opinions that seem to paint you in a bad light when you’ve literally been nothing but kind, understanding, and earnestly cooperative. Because you’ve been surrounded by people who earnestly want to dim your Light, because these people want to corrupt your Soul and take away your optimism, some of the noises of their opinions have become a permanent noise in the background of your mind.

D a r k – 3 of Swords

Sometimes, you find yourself gossiping about your ineptitude in your own mind. And you’re left brokenhearted wondering why you’re so lacking as a person. But, you do realise these aren’t your actual voice, right? Those are the opinions of those who have been exceedingly critical of you. They’re jealous more than anything; and because you’re so kind and take everybody seriously, you’ve taken even these shit opinions too seriously, all because you are by nature empathetic and considerate. But now, it’s perfectly safe for you to stop considering other people’s negative opinions of you.

If I’m being honest, you should fight back. Give ‘em a taste of their own medicine. And if that’s not your style, IGNORE ‘em. Completely ignore ‘em and remove them from your Reality and sooner than later, one way or another, you’ll hear from someone else how they’re doing pathetically now that you’re no longer part of their miserable life. And that, would serve them right. They didn’t treat you right when a person as kind and helpful as you were in their life; now let ‘em deal with their own karma~ Why should you care? Ungrateful bitches will never see anything good in Life anyway.

b a l a n c e – 10 of Cups Rx

For many of you resonating with this Pile, I sense the people who’ve given you so much of this particular brand of pain is family. Or perhaps, people you’ve considered to be best friends or your ‘tribe’ even. Of course, the pain of betrayal and abandonment coming from such people can be quite devastating. But, Imma share this thing I saw on Pinterest that goes something like,

‘My therapist told me that the reason family and closest friends can’t seem to support you is that they can’t stand the idea of you becoming something more than they could ever envision themselves to be. They can’t bear the idea that you’ve come from the same place, yet they’re still in the same place.’

WHOA. I think that applies to your situation with this reading.

This Full Worm Moon in Libra is validating your hard work at developing yourself to become a much greater version of what you were in the past. Those who aren’t happy with your progress, those who won’t support your dreams and goals, are you sure you still need them? Love yourself enough to know you deserve better company. ‘Family’ isn’t defined by blood—that’s literally only karmic bond—rather, it is a feeling of warmth and acceptance coming from those who make you feel that you do truly belong~

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Green Historian (Herodotus) & Priestess of Luck

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Pile 2 – Someone Like You Doesn’t Happen Every Day

L i g h t – King of Wands

Are you aware that you’re gifted with this rare ability to absorb other people’s pain and transmute whatever bullshit causes them pain back to Light? Yeah I know, that doesn’t sound at all like a ‘gift’. But although having a gift such as this can be traumatising when you’re young, all of the spiritual work you’re doing will in time be rewarded 3000-fold! At the time you’re finding this reading, good karma is about to hit you back in the head LOL

I’d suggest you connect with your Higher Self and team of Spirit Guides and then try to find other PACs either on Tumblr or YouTube with keywords like ‘what’s your good karma returning to you?’ or something like that. The year 2024 is going to be very energetic for you. You’ve done A FUCKTON of spiritual work for other people and yourself, it is now time you’re taken care of by forces beyond the corporeal.

I sense very strongly Mother Earth herself and the fairy, sea, and animal kingdoms wanting to give back to you for all the aenergetic healing you’ve done for them as well. Bihh? Who are you?? XDD

D a r k – IX The Hermit Rx

You’re somebody who possesses a unique duality within. You’re like the sea itself. Beautiful, calming, deep, mesmerising, nurturing and soothing; but treat you wrong and you’re raging waves that can swallow and kill anything in your way. Actually, if everything were up to you, you’d want always to be on your good side and hope everybody views only this side of you. You’re so kind and charitable, more than people give you credit for. Alas…people are stoopid and ungrateful.

The problem that you often have with people is that they’re not decent enough. They don’t use enough common sense. They’re lacking in politeness. They don’t observe social conundrum. This kind of thing bothers the living shit out of you. You’ve a strong sense of rules. After being let down quite a bit, you’re now realising interacting with Humans is exhausting.

b a l a n c e – Knight of Cups Rx

In many ways, you’ve tried to minimise human interactions and that’s all fine. The Full Moon is just reminding you that you still have many good friends in the incorporeal realms. Although they can’t really be there for you in the physical, they can always be there for you aenergetically. You know most of them are telepathic, right? Try to connect more often to get healing energies from them~

Also, perhaps this isn’t immediate for all of you choosing this Pile, but there’s a strong feeling that you need to adopt a pet. There’s a pet animal somewhere in this world who’s your soulmate and they’re finding their way into your Life. If you already have a pet, be prepared to have a new family member~

If getting a pet isn’t resonating, there’s a sense that you could meet a Human soulmate when being in the presence of an animal. Be alert! Kyaaah~

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Pile 3 – You Fear Your Own Superhuman Manifestation Power? Bitch??

L i g h t – Knight of Pentacles

See, you’re a bit of a wild child—that’s how you’ve always been. But you’re not one without a plan! You’re a kid with visions most others couldn’t understand. Your inspirations and daydreams come from a much higher plane of consciousness. Because you’re daring, a lot of people you know probably think you’re reckless at best, crazy at worst. Or maybe it’s the other way around XD

Nevertheless, you’re the kid who realises ALL your dreams when you grow up because you really put in ALL the work necessary to make your dreams come true. In spite of oppositions, in spite of setbacks, in spite of heartbreaks, even after thoughts of giving up, there’s always something there deep within you that keeps recalibrating you to your original Divine Game Plan!

Why do you think that is? Because whatever you dream for yourself, it’s meant to happen. Life’s greatest joy is bearing witness to all of your hard work getting paid in kind. Most of all, paid in your spiritual satisfaction over all you’ve done with your Life~

D a r k – I The Magician Rx

Well, for many of you stumbling upon this Pile, you were probably attracted to another Pile which would likely be your main pile. If that is the case, this Pile is just serving to dig a bit deeper into some strange fears you have about your manifestation abilities. By nature, you are a master manifestor already. You can easily create Realities with just a thought. The occurrence of synchronicities with you is a lot, a loot higher than most people. At the time of stumbling upon this Pile, you’re probably already experiencing synchronicities by the hour!

You’re almost already ONE with your God Consciousness. This is a Creator Consciousness that only some VERY high-vibrational beings can have access to, let alone understand. If there is any semblance of fear in you regarding a VERY big manifestation you’re working on (or know you’re getting pretty soon) it’s probably related to how others are going to perceive you if you have all of these blessings, right? Hmm…?

b a l a n c e – 10 of Wands Rx

You fear that others are going to be envious of you. You fear losing connections with those whose hearts are not big enough to be happy with you when you have more. You fear even, to some extent, that you’re going to be seen as a villain because you seem to have it all so easily. When in reality, it’s not like you didn’t put in all the work—both the seen and the unseen! Nevertheless, you’re still bothered by this idea, fact even, that most people love a company in misery.

In that sense, there could be something in you that’s withholding this manifestation out of fear. It’s like…this manifestation can’t come to be until you give your permission for it to manifest in your physical. That said, this reading is just pointing out this unique mechanism in your manifestation in regards to your surrounding/environment hahah

There’s really not much else to say but that your Divine Timing is now decided by…You. God Creator. Are you ready…?

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Red Physician (Galen of Pergamon) & Priestess of Illumination

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Author's Note: Requested by the lovely @mindastreamofcolours Please don't throw tomatoes at me I know this has taken FAR too long (I'm the worst I'm so sorry) But I hope the length is enough of an apology for the wait. If you see any typos... no you didn't

Also sorry if you got tagged twice. Tumblr was against me posting this apparently and I was ✨struggling✨ but I think I got it fixed now.

Warnings: Fem!reader, threesome (no slash) / unprotected sex / spitting / spanking / oral (m. and f. receiving) / hand jobs / masturbation / voyeurism / arguing / josh being josh / jake being a little shit / dom and sub jake / dom and sub reader / soft!dom josh / MINORS ABSOLUTELY DNI. 18+ ONLY PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Word Count: 7k+

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It started years ago – this little… arrangement that the three of you have. And at this point, none of you can even really remember how it had started. But, you suppose, the why and how don’t really matter anymore. 

All that matters is them. 

All that matters is that your life had changed from the very minute you were hired as their makeup artist. Your life changed to revolve around them and their needs. 

And you love every second of it. 

The rules (though none of you have ever really stated them outright) have always been simple. 

One: Don’t talk about it with anyone else. No one needs to know what goes on behind closed doors and no one needs to concern themselves with something they won’t understand. This works for you three and involving others would only complicate things. 

Two: No jealousy. At least, no more than a little showing out here and there. They work together (and they love each other more than anything else in the world) and this cannot ever get in the way. No questions, no pissing contests, no anger, no holding it against each other. There are nights where you leave with Josh and there are nights where you leave with Jake. There’s nothing else to it. 

And finally, three: Never at the same time. 

The arrangement is simple, really. You’re there to help them get their frustrations out now that they’re far too famous to be sleeping around with just any old roadie like the old days. They trust you. And you trust them. It’s easier this way for everyone. They get to blow off some steam and you get the most mind blowing sex of your life – all while getting to travel around the world doing what you love (for a handsome paycheck). 

Plus, there’s satisfaction in knowing that despite there being thousands of men and women out there who would give anything to have them the way you do… it’s you who they go to. It’s you who they trust. 

And anyways, you’re fairly certain that none of those screaming fans would be able to handle them like you can. 

Though it had taken time, you had learned over the years what makes each of them tick – the thing that drives each of them absolutely crazy. 

They’re both so similar and yet so different at the same time. Sun and moon, yin and yang… whatever you might call it – they balance each other in a way that few can understand. 

Their differences are subtle, and yet they make all the difference in the world. 

Josh loves to watch you. He wants to see how your face contorts in pleasure and how your tits bounce when he fucks you. He wants you on your back with your knees up to your chest so he can watch his cock slide in and out of you. He wants to watch you unravel around his cock as he whispers sweet things into your ear. Good girl, clever girl, beautiful girl. All you have to do is lay there and take it – let him pleasure you with his skilled tongue and big cock. Call him baby and Joshy in your sweetest voice and he falls apart inside your cunt, whining and moaning so prettily for you. Josh will give you orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until your body just can’t take it anymore and when you’re finally spent – laying there in a daze,  he’ll grin and kiss you softly. 

And then there’s Jake. Ever the dark to Josh’s light… he wants you to beg for it. He wants you cock drunk and desperate as he brings you to the edge over and over and over again until you’re left as nothing but a whiny mess beneath him. He demands respect. You call him sir or you will receive punishment. You do not cum unless he tells you to. You are obedient to him and him alone (though he always remains a slave to your pleasure despite himself). He likes you on your hands and knees where he can grip your hips and reach around to squeeze your throat as he pounds into you mercilessly. And his mouth. The vulgar things that spew from those plump lips of his leave you blushing like a schoolgirl. You’re his whore, his slut, his pretty little hole that he gets to use for the night. And when he finally, finally lets you cum…it’s the closest to Heaven on Earth that you’ll ever get. 

But yet, as different as they are from each other… they’re the same in all the ways that matter. Your pleasure is at the top of their priorities. As much as you are there to help them relieve themselves on the road… they never take you for granted. At the end of the day, you call the shots and you have both of them wrapped around your finger completely. They’ll follow you into the depths of Hell if you ask them – which you’re sure is where all three of you are headed anyway. It’s an addictive little dance that you all play and you’re sure that it can only lead you all down the path of destruction. And yet… none of you can find it in yourselves to care. 

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You already know that they’re pissed. You can practically smell it in the air as you wait patiently in the green room, waiting. 

They had already been having one of those days – where everything seems to go wrong and they’re both intent on blaming the other for it. You’d been watching them do their dance all day. Listening to their bickering and passive aggressive little remarks at each other as the hours wore on and on. As close as they are… as inseparable as they are, there are days when they can’t seem to stand each other. 

And unfortunately, the tension between the two of them had manifested itself on stage tonight. Of course, you’re 100% certain that none of the members of the audience had even noticed, but you had. And they sure had. 

Josh had been late to the curtain drop. Perpetually late to everything else, he’d always had the decency to at least be on time for his own concerts until tonight. Jake’s shoulders had tensed practically up to his ears at the confused sounds of the crowd as they realized that they were one man short and though you couldn’t see him, you’re sure that the glare that Josh had probably received had been pointed and harsh. 

And then of course Jake’s equipment had malfunctioned briefly, causing him to angrily gesture at his tech to get the problem fixed. It hadn’t taken longer than two minutes and few even noticed the mishap, but the shit eating grin that Josh had given Jake only added to his building rage. 

And finally, the nail in the metaphorical coffin for the night… Jake had decided that it would be a wonderful idea to cut Josh off in the middle of one of his little bits, effectively silencing his joke with a piercing whine from his guitar. 

You’d known immediately that it was over. They'd pushed each other far enough and you would be the one to suffer the (delicious) consequences. It’s just a matter of who gets to you first. 

If Jake reaches you first, you know that you’re in for a night of complete sexual agony and he’ll push you to your limit until he deems you’ve begged him enough for it before finally giving you an orgasm that you’re sure to remember for months to come. And you’ll surely be waking up tomorrow with a bright red ass and a hitch in your step. 

And if Josh gets to you, well… it’s harder to tell with him. Perhaps he’ll decide on a vibrator for the night – getting to watch you fall apart serving as the perfect distraction from his troubles. Or perhaps his tongue will instead be his weapon of choice, using it to make you cum until you physically can’t anymore. 

Either option sounds wonderful and you can’t quite tell which one you want more. The wait will be well worth it no matter which boy is the one to reach you first. 

– 

The sound of the door opening stirs you from your thoughts. You turn to see Josh (the lucky winner for the night) eyeing you like you’re the most incredible thing he’s ever seen. At this point, you’re pretty sure that you are. 

“Y/n.” 

That’s all he says. It’s all he has to say. Even from here you can see his eyes are blown wide and his chest heaves as his eyes drink in your form. Standing there, cloaked in velvet, he’s the picture of sin. The gemstones on his suit glitter as he stands there and you meet his hungry gaze with an innocent smile. 

“Hi, Joshy. Something wrong?” The lilt in your voice is sickly sweet, building up the tension that will inevitably make him snap. 

He only hums – the sound rumbling deep in his chest. 

“I think you know what's wrong, baby.” He whispers, dropping his hand down to palm his hard cock through the velvet. 

Well shit you think to yourself, an excited thrum coursing through your veins as slick pools between your thighs. If he's starting something here… he's desperate enough to not be able to wait for the short ride back to the hotel. All the signs are pointing to tonight being one that you won't forget. 

“Bad day?” You question, leaning back on the sofa where you're sitting and giving him your very best doe eyes. 

He nods, a sigh escaping from between his teeth as his hand grazes his crotch– his throbbing length obvious to you through the tight material. 

“Anything I can do to make you feel better?” This game is making you even wetter… the promise of what you know is to come. Without another word, you slide your body downwards until your knees hit the floor. You glance at him, patting the sofa with your palm. “Bet I can make you forget all about today, baby.”

“Fuck.”  He practically moans, biting his lip as he stalks across the room to look down at you. “You gonna be my sweet girl? Help me relax?” 

You nod, your mouth watering at the sight of his cock straining the fabric of his jumpsuit.

He grins devilishly, unzipping his suit and pulling the fabric down so that it rests around his thick thighs. With grace, he eases himself down to sit on the sofa, leaning back and spreading his legs. 

He never wears underwear in these tight suits and you’re grateful as you sit and stare at his cock. Flushed red and rock hard, it curves upwards to rest against his belly. 

Making a show of it, you hold your palm open and allow a string of saliva to drip from your mouth into your waiting hand. Josh groans at the sight and you waste no time as you wrap your palm around his length, slowly pumping him as you keep your eyes fixed on his. 

A flush has overtaken his cheeks and a light sheen of sweat beads at his hairline. He's got his plump bottom lip caught between his teeth as he fights to keep his eyes from rolling back. He wants to watch you stroke his cock. 

You drop your focus to his throbbing erection, flicking your wrist as you continue to tease him. You press your thumb into the spot just beneath his head and a whine escapes him. You keep the pace slow – too slow for his liking. Working him up until he can't stand it anymore. 

“Don't tease, baby.” He whispers, his tone soft but demanding. 

His hand covers yours, halting your movement as he gazes down at you. You know what he wants. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, flattening the muscle as you look up at him through your lashes. 

“Fuck, there she is. My wonderful girl.” He mutters, placing the head of his cock on your tongue. He doesn't push in yet, instead taking a moment to admire the sight before him: you, on your knees, tongue obediently extended and your eyes glittering in the dim light. 

Slowly, teasingly, he slides his length into your mouth and you close your lips around him. Relaxing your jaw, you allow the blunt head of his length to hit the back of your throat. You gag slightly around it, exhaling strongly through your nose. Placing both of your palms on his thighs, you dig your fingers into the meat of them as you start to bob your head up and down. You keep your tongue pressed into the underside of him, drawing a loud moan from between his pretty lips. 

You pull out all the tricks you know, making sure to gag every now and then because you know it drives him wild. Tears stream down your cheeks and saliva drips from the corners of your mouth and Josh is quickly coming apart beneath you. 

Just as his cock begins to twitch, signaling his impending orgasm, you’re both broken from your moment at the sound of someone clearing their throat. You pull off him, wide eyes turning to be met with none other than his twin – a dark, dangerous look on his face. 

“What a fucking sight.” He says with a grin, stepping further into the room. 

Josh eyes him warily, his cock softening at Jake’s interruption. 

“What do you want, Jake?” You ask him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“You’re kinda interrupting something, here.” Josh says snidely, sitting up straighter and pulling his jumpsuit back up to cover his cock. 

“I didn’t say you had to stop.” Jake shrugs, taking a seat in the chair opposite the sofa. “Just patiently waiting for my turn, is all.” 

You quirk a brow at him. He’s never done this before – neither of them have. You can sense the tension and anger radiating off Josh – and Jake seems entirely too comfortable as he sits there watching, a smug little smirk on his face. 

“Wait somewhere else, then.” Josh demands, sitting up straighter and glaring at his brother. 

Jake only meets him with a grin, sitting back in his seat and spreading his legs to get more comfortable. 

“I’m good here. Won’t take long anyway.” 

Despite yourself, you huff a laugh at his joke and then it's your turn for Josh to glare at you.

“Fuck off, Jake.” Josh tells him, jerking his head for the door. “Be fucking thoughtful for once in your life.” 

Jake sits forwards suddenly, placing his elbows on his knees and narrowing his eyes. 

“That’s rich coming from you, brother. Easy for you to say when you always get your fucking way.” 

“That’s not true and you know it.” Josh snaps, eyes fiery. 

Jake scoffs. 

“Fucking diva.” 

“Asshole.” 

“Boys.” You cut in, wiping your palms on your thighs. “Enough. I’m not doing anything with either of you if you’re going to act like children. You,” you glance at Josh, “now you know that you can be controlling and nitpicky sometimes.” Josh’s eyes narrow at you and he opens his mouth to protest but you start in on Jake instead. 

“And you” You glare at Jake, washing the smirk off his face. “You know that you like to stir shit up and make people mad on purpose because you think it's funny. You both have been acting unreasonable all day and you will not be using me as a piece in your little games with each other.” 

Josh looks suitably chastised and Jake too has the decency to look a little guilty. You rise from your place on the floor, knees protesting slightly. Both of their brown eyes track your movements, their facial expressions exactly alike. Fucking twins you think to yourself. 

“Can you please make him leave?” Josh begs, pleading with you with his eyes and a tiny pout on his lips. 

“No. I’m the one who’s leaving. I’m not fucking either of you until this” you gesture between the two of them, “gets resolved. You both know what room I’m in. Get your shit together and figure it out.” 

With that, you stalk confidently across the room, throwing open the door and making your way to the exit of the venue. Just as you round the corner, faintly you can hear Josh’s voice – angry and high pitched, “You couldn’t even let me have one fucking moment with her, could you? You asshole!” 

Rolling your eyes, you call an Uber and wait for it to take you back to your hotel. 

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You take a nice, hot shower as soon as you get back. You take your time, allowing yourself to relax and forget about your idiotic twins. Once you get out and dry off, you check your phone to see a text from Jake. 

I’m sorry.  

You just giggle at the message. You know he’s never being malicious. But he does enjoy stirring shit up sometimes without really thinking about the consequences. You figure you’ll leave him on ‘read’ for now so he can sit there tonight and stew for a little bit.

Just as you turn it off, the screen lights up again with a text from Josh. 

im sorry baby

You figure you can answer him. He hadn’t been the one to try and involve you in their pissing match anyways. You send him a quick ‘It’s okay.’ before turning your phone off for good. Once changed into a pair of comfortable cotton panties and a tank top, you slip under the covers in the hopes of getting some good sleep. 

–  

A loud knock wakes you. 

Sitting up, you rub your eyes and try to get your bearings. You’d been sound asleep. 

Another knock against the door. 

“Fuck, coming!” You call, climbing out of bed and making your way to the door, fully expecting one of the twins to be waiting on the other side. 

The door swings open and you stop dead in your tracks. Both twins stand across the threshold, matching twinkles in their eyes. 

“Hey, angel.” Jake says kindly, as if both of them showing up at your door in the middle of the night is perfectly normal. 

“Um. Hi?”

“May we come in?” Josh asks you, grinning slightly as he takes in your state of (un) dress. 

“I guess?” You step aside, allowing them both to step into the room (annoyingly in sync as they walk). You close the door and lock it behind you. “Is everything okay?” 

“Wonderful, actually.” Jake says, plopping himself down in the desk chair and swiveling back around to look at you. 

“You and Josh figure things out, then?”

“Yup.” Josh says, popping the ‘p.’ 

“Great.” 

They’re both silent for a minute, making you squirm slightly under their dual gazes. They know something… or want something. You can feel it in the air. They’re up to something. Whether good or bad… you have no fucking clue. 

“Is there a reason that you’re both here?” You ask, sitting on the edge of the bed as Josh comes to stand in the middle of the room. 

“Yes. Though whether or not both of us stay is up to you.” Josh starts, glancing back at his twin for a moment before continuing. “See, we realized that we were both being a little overly dramatic today.” 

“Which Josh started.” Jake butts in. 

“Shut up, Jake.” Josh says, narrowing his eyes again and you’re worried that they’re going to start all over again. But Josh lets it slide. “And neither of us really want to give you up for the night seeing as how we’ve both had such a shit day.” He pauses and looks pointedly at Jake. “Regardless of who started it.” 

“And see… we thought that maybe – just this once, neither of us should have to wait. Figured that maybe we could share you for tonight.” Jake cuts in. 

“Share me?” You ask slowly, brain working a mile a minute as it tries to make sense of his words. Surely he doesn’t mean… right?

“Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” Josh says easily, hands moving about slightly as he speaks. “Or you can tell us to fuck off and we’ll leave you alone for the night.”

You swallow thickly, heart thrumming. 

“Share me…” You echo, brows pinched together. “As in, you both… with me. At the same time.” You speak slowly, still trying to wrap your head around the idea.

“In essence, yes. If you’d like to.” Jake says. 

You’re silent for a long moment – each of them waiting patiently for you to speak again. You’d be a big fat liar if you said that you hadn’t thought about it before. Having both of them… the ultimate sin that your mind loves to throw at you whenever you’re alone. Nights in between touring when you lay alone in bed, your own hand between your thighs to relieve the ache that the twins leave in their absence. Your thoughts – unable to choose, swirling between both of them. Their faces, the same but not, plaguing your mind’s eye and making your aching pussy soaked. Josh’s sugary words and Jake’s dirty compliments echoing through your ears all mixed up. The thought of having both of them at once – as wrong as it may be… just the thought alone usualy has you coming apart in seconds. 

And now here they are, offering you your deepest desire on a silver fucking platter. 

“Okay.”  You breathe out, voice shaky but sure. 

“You’re sure?” Josh asks, stepping towards you and brushing his fingertips down your cheek. “It’s your choice.”

“You won’t hurt our feelings by saying no.” Jake adds, smiling ever so softly at you. 

“And I’m saying yes.” You tell him with all the confidence that you can. Because you do want this. More than anything. You want to be fucking ruined. 

And yet… you’re not sure where to start. This is new territory – one that feels as though it’s too good to be true. Perhaps it is. 

“I believe I interrupted something earlier.” Jake says, once again leaning backwards in his chair. “Perhaps we can start by letting you finish what you started.”

Jake must have sensed your hesitance, deciding instead to tell you where to start. You’re infinitely grateful for him and his ability to sense when you need guidance.This is familiar for you – letting him take control. It’s natural the way his velvet voice tells you what to do. It makes this easy. 

You nod, gaze sweeping to where Josh stands, his face eager as he watches you slide off the bed to come and stand before him. 

“On your knees for me, sweet girl.” Josh whispers, easing his sweatpants off his hips and then hooking his fingers in the elastic of his boxers and pulls them down as well. He’s already hard and leaking, probably aching to be touched after being interrupted earlier. Slowly, you ease down onto your knees. 

“Suck his cock, angel. Make him feel good.” Jake’s voice is smooth as whiskey, just barely above a whisper. 

You do as he says, opening wide and letting Josh slide his cock back into your waiting mouth. 

“Shit.” He hisses, tossing his head back as his tip hits your throat. His hand comes up to tangle in your hair as he begins to thrust into you softly, giving your throat a moment to adjust to the intrusion before picking up his pace. 

You can feel the wetness between your thighs as you sit there letting him use your mouth – the cotton of your panties surely completely drenched through. Something about the noises Josh is making coupled with the feeling of Jake’s dark gaze on you has you feeling like you could come completely untouched before the night is over. 

The sound of a zipper being undone has you pull off Josh and snap your gaze over to Jake – Josh whimpers at the loss of contact but you’re more concerned with the sight of Jake easing his own hard cock from his pants and wrapping his fist around himself. He strokes his hard length lazily, eyes never leaving you. 

“Did I tell you to stop?” He asks, a sharp edge to his voice. “Keep sucking him, angel. You look so pretty like that.”

Josh’s finger hooks beneath your chin, forcing your focus back onto him and you gasp at the sight. His eyes, normally a soft brown, are blown almost black with lust. His cheeks are flushed and his breathing is heavy as he gazes down at you. 

“Focus on me.” He says softly, his thumb coming down to caress your bottom lip. He tugs at it, dragging it downwards slightly before gripping your jaw a little harder. 

You take the hint and open your mouth again. 

“Good girl.” 

This time, you do give him your full attention as his thrusts into your mouth grow more confident. You gag around him and you hear Jake let out a quiet little groan at the sound. Spurred on, you relax your jaw even more, taking Josh even deeper. 

“Oh fuck.” Josh whines, head tossed back in pleasure. “Good fucking girl.” 

His cock twitches on your tongue and he pulls out, a string of saliva connecting his flushed tip to your mouth. 

You pout slightly, having wanted to taste his release but he only smiles at you. 

“Not yet, baby. I wanna savor this.” He caresses your jaw lovingly. “On the bed.” 

You hastily comply, scrambling to sit in the middle of the large bed and looking at your twins – waiting for them to tell you what to do. 

“Look at that.” Jake says with no small amount of pride in his voice as he stands up and begins to strip from his clothes before striding over to the side of the bed. You take a long moment to admire him. 

You eye the way his biceps and forearms flex as he moves, your mouth waters as you admire his plush thighs, and your own thighs clench at the way the strength of his body is balanced by his curves that are so rare to find in a man. He’s nothing short of breathtaking.

“Always so eager to please. Just waiting to be told what to do.”  He hums, hand still lazily stroking his leaking cock. “Strip.”

“That’s a good girl.” Josh mutters, watching you with hungry eyes as you pull your tank top over your head and slide your soaked panties down your legs, kicking them to the floor. 

Josh, the only one still clothed, begins to strip himself – but your focus is ripped from him as Jake comes to stand at the edge of the bed. He grips your calf in his strong, calloused hand, using it to yank your body around and onto your back. There’s no finesse to his movements as he manhandles you into the position he wants, the hunger in his eyes infinitely clear. 

Once on your back, Josh climbs into the bed between your thighs. He settles his weight between them, using his palms to spread your legs wider and exposing your glistening folds. His back muscles flex as his lithe form settles, his amber eyes glittering up at you. 

“She’s dripping.” Josh murmurs, tongue darting out to lick his plush bottom lip. “Stunning.” 

You whine, inching your hips towards him slightly, your core aching to be touched. 

“Desperate little thing.” Jake’s velvet voice rings out through the room, his hand coming down to tangle in your hair. He stands at the edge of the bed, his hard cock merely inches away from where your head hangs off the edge.

Another pulse of need rocks through you as your brain catches on to the possibilities that this position grants you. With Josh nestled between your thighs and Jake’s aching member so close to your mouth, you have no doubts about where this is going. 

As if in answer to your sinful thoughts, Josh swipes a finger through your folds, just barely brushing against your swollen clit and making you jolt. 

“Josh, please.” You whine, spreading your legs wider for him – begging him silently to give you more. 

“She just loves to be eaten out, don’t you?” Jake murmurs, looking down at you squirm on the bed. “Go ahead, Josh. Give her what she wants.” 

Josh relents, delving into your core and circling your bundle of nerves with his tongue. The feeling is sudden – aggressive even, and the stimulation makes you cry out loudly. He hooks his arms around both of your thighs as he begins his assault, using his talented tongue to completely unravel you. 

Jake, never one to let the spotlight last on Josh for too long, taps the head of his cock on your lips. Without hesitation, you open your mouth and let him slide his member between your lips. With your neck hanging downwards, he reaches all the way to your throat with ease. You moan and swallow around him, making his composure crack slightly as a groan escapes him.

“Fuck. Perfect little mouth.” He praises, beginning to thrust delicately into you. “Tap on my thigh and I’ll stop.” He says through clenched teeth and all you can do is moan around his cock in response. 

Josh’s slender fingers suddenly join in the mix as he plunges them into you – curling them in a way that makes your legs feel like jelly as he keeps lapping at your clit with your tongue. He moans as he does so, his hips rutting into the mattress below him as he pleasures you. 

If your mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, you’re sure that you’d be screaming from the pleasure. Between Josh’s menstrations and the sound of Jake’s breathy moans as he fucks into your mouth, your orgasm is already rapidly approaching. 

Your arms thrash about widely, finally coming down to fist into the sheets as the crest of pleasure builds within you. Josh is unrelenting, using all the things that he knows makes you fall apart. Jake is faring no better than you, his face twisting and contorting in pleasure. 

“Come on, Y/n. Be a good slut and cum, baby.” He encourages, voice shaky with his own pleasure. “Enjoy it. You’re not gonna get another one for a long while.” 

With that, the band snaps and your orgasm rips through you – drenching Josh’s face as he works you through it. Jake pulls from your mouth, allowing you a chance to get a full gulp of air as you writhe beneath them. 

Josh sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and grinning from ear to ear. 

“Tastes like candy.” He says, licking his lips as he gazes at your spread out form. 

All you can do is lay there stunned for a moment as you recover, chest heaving. 

“She’s a sight for sore eyes.” Jake murmurs, caressing your jawline with his pointer finger. “Bet that pretty pussy is just aching to get fucked, isn’t she?” 

You nod, body already aching for another orgasm. 

“Does my beautiful girl want my cock?” Josh asks, gripping your ankles and pulling so that your head now rests fully on the bed. 

Just as you open your mouth to reply, Jake cuts in with a dangerous lilt to his voice. 

“Don’t assume, brother. Maybe she’d prefer someone else’s.” 

“Doubtful.” Josh snarks, glaring daggers at his twin. 

“Fuck, stop.” You breathe out, sitting up to glare at both of them. You try to keep your face stern, but the thought of both of them arguing over who gets to fuck you has more slick pooling between your thighs. “No arguing.” 

“Your choice then, baby.” Josh grins, a smug smile on his face as if he already knows your answer. 

But in truth, even you don’t know. In fact, you have half a mind to let them continue arguing if only to further fuel the fire between your legs. But you figure that encouraging them would only end in all out warfare. Instead, you just grin at them, a wonderful idea coming to life in your mind. 

“Jake.” You start, turning to meet his dark eyes. “Get on the bed.” 

He grins and complies, eyes glittering thinking that he’s going to get his way. He always does when it comes to the bedroom, but tonight you want to challenge him – remind him and Josh who’s really in charge here. 

Jake crawls over to you, a dominant air about him as he moves to smother your body with his own. But instead of allowing it, you press your palm into his chest and push – shoving his back roughly into the headboard. 

Air escapes his lips in a shocked huff as he stares at you – completely taken off guard. Josh, seeing his expression, laughs quietly.  

“Angel, what-” 

You shush him. 

“Quiet.” You glance between him and Josh. “You both said that I’m in control, didn’t you?” You ask, though it’s not really a question. You all know the answer. 

Jake nods and Josh whispers a quiet ‘yes.’

With a grin, you turn your eyes to face Josh, his lips parted and eyes watching your every move – just waiting for you to tell him what you want. 

Without a word, you nudge Jake’s legs further apart before settling yourself on your knees between them. His chest moves up and down rapidly as he looks up at you. Though he’s letting you call the shots, you’re sure that you’ll pay for it some other time. But for now, you’re going to enjoy it.

“You know, Jake…” You murmur, sweeping your palms up his thighs and feeling the muscle twitch beneath your fingertips, “You love calling the shots. Maybe even more than Josh does.” You drop your hand to play with his cock – lightly pinching his tip between your fingertips and making his hips buck upwards off the bed. “I feel like maybe it might be time for a taste of your own medicine, yeah?” 

A delicate, almost silent whimper escapes him. It’s so quiet that you might have thought you imagined it… but the way his cock twitches and his chest heaves gives him away. 

“Josh?” Josh, sitting silently and watching you, perks up as you finally turn your attention back to him. “Come here, baby. Right behind me.”

Josh complies, crawling over behind where you sit between Jake’s thighs. Without a word, you slowly ease your chest downwards, spreading your own thighs and allowing your ass to stick up invitingly in the air for Josh. You wiggle your ass and a shaky exhale punches out of him, his hands coming to rest on your hips. 

As he does so, you sweep your gaze up to meet Jake’s eyes – his pupils blown wide with want. Opening your mouth, you teasingly lick up his shaft, swirling the tip of your tongue around his head, before pulling your mouth away again. 

“You don’t get to come until I say. Understand?” 

He nods and you wrap your arms around his thighs and dig your fingers into the soft flesh. 

“Words.”

“I understand, angel.” 

Tossing your head back over your shoulder to look at Josh, you ease your hips back towards him again. 

“Let me fuck you, pretty girl.” He begs, his hard cock pressing into your ass cheek as he waits for your permission. 

“Go ahead, Joshy.” You tell him, keeping your voice nice and sweet just like he likes. “Make me feel good.” 

You descend your mouth back onto Jake’s aching cock as Josh enters you with one long thrust. You moan, causing Jake to groan at the vibration. 

“Fuck, just like that.” Jake moans, his hand coming up to grip your hair but you swat it away. You want to enjoy the control for a while longer. 

Josh’s hips slam into yours rhythmically, his pace slow and precise. With each glide of his cock against your walls, his head nails that special place inside of you. It takes all of your focus to keep bobbing your head up and down Jake’s length, making sure to keep your tongue pressing up into him – making him writhe and moan as he fights to keep himself from rutting his hips up into your mouth. 

“Baby,” Josh moans, his voice sounding wrecked as his hips increase their speed. “Fuck, I can feel you fluttering around me.” 

The wet sound coming from between your thighs coupled with the sound of Josh’s skin hitting yours and the sound of your mouth moving up and down Jake’s cock makes a delightfully symphony of pure lust and sin. You know already that this night will forever be cemented in your mind for years to come. You will never be able to think of it without growing wet. Josh’s cock is stretching you so wonderfully and Jake’s pretty noises are making your clit throb. 

Saliva dribbles out of the sides of your mouth, drenching Jake’s cock and just by the sound of him alone you can tell that he’s close. Josh’s pace is beginning to grow frenzied, his breaths coming out in tiny little moans as his own orgasm approaches. Hearing both of them, Jake’s hot, aching cock twitching on your tongue, Josh’s cock hitting all the right places… it’s like every one of your senses has been overtaken with them. Their sounds, the feel of them. Fuck it’s the best feeling in the whole fucking world. And as much as you don’t want this to end, you just can’t fight your orgasm anymore. 

You cry out around Jake’s cock, throat constricting around him as your release rips through you. Josh is a moaning mess as his own orgasm overtakes him, his cock painting your walls as he buries himself inside of you. His hips keep going, overstimulating himself with your clenching pussy as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

Finally he pulls out, murmuring praises for you as he tries to calm down. 

Through the haze of pleasure clouding your mind, you register Jake’s cock twitching on your tongue. He needs to cum, his whines echoing over the roaring in your ears as he holds himself back, waiting for your permission. 

You pull off him, robbing him of his finish and a feral growl escapes him at the loss. You’ve enjoyed not giving him what he wants and the power has gone to your head it seems. But you’ve pushed it too far. 

Faster than what you thought possible, Jake sits up and fists your hair in his grasp. He yanks backwards, exposing your throat for him and you can’t help but moan. 

“Brat.” He whispers, leaning in close to you. His eyes look over your shoulder to Josh, who’s eyeing the both of you warily. “Move.” Jake demands, but Josh doesn’t do it. “Move.” He demands again, eyes blazing. 

A fresh wave of slick escapes you, dripping down your thighs and drenching the bed below at the anger in Jake’s voice. Making him wait, telling him what to do… it had been wonderful while it lasted but this is the Jake that you want. 

“Josh.” You whine, unable to face him fully because of Jake’s hold on your hair. “Do as he says.” 

Gingerly, Josh moves up in the bed. As soon as he’s out of the way, Jake grips your waist and flips you, pushing your back into the mattress as he hovers over you. His cock, neglected and no doubt aching, grazes your stomach and your thighs clench together in the hopes of soothing the ache there. 

“I agree to share you for the night, I let you call all the shots. Fuck I even let Josh be the one to fuck you…” He says darkly, his fingers gripping your sides and digging into your skin harshly. “And this is what I get in return, huh?” He laughs, sitting up just a bit to grip his cock in his hand and pump himself a few times, his precum making it easy for him. “No more nice. You’re gonna lie here,” he says, sliding his tip through your wet folds. “And you’re gonna fucking take it.” 

Josh, breaking his silence at last, leans back onto the headboard and spreads his legs. 

“Be good for him, baby girl. Just lie there and look pretty doing it.” 

The shock of his words has you momentarily breathless but then Jake spears you with his cock, effectively silencing your thoughts of anything other than the feeling of him stretching you. You cry out, hands fisting in the sheets at your sides as Jake starts a merciless pace. His hips are like lightning, pounding into you at a pace that you’ve never experienced before. 

From the corner of your vision you can see Josh, his hand dropping between his thighs, his dick rock hard yet again despite having only just cum moments before. He moans your name at the first glide of his hand over his cock, his knees falling open wider and his jaw hanging slack with pleasure. 

"You look so fucking pretty like that, baby." Josh's words come out shaky thanks to the pleasure coursing through him. "Fucking hell."

Jake, his face contorted in almost a snarl, snaps his hips into yours like a man possessed. It’s so fast and so soon after your last orgasm that your pussy feels like it's on fire – icy hot sparks mixing with the pleasure as your body trembles beneath him. You open your mouth to speak – to demand more or for him to stop you have no idea, but all that comes out is a high pitched, whiny moan. 

“I don’t fucking care.” Jake grits out, licking his thumb and dropping it to circle your clit. Your body jolts, the pain of overstimulation finally melting away to fiery pleasure.

Josh’s moans grow louder, the sound of his fist over his cock matching the pace of Jake’s hips – brutally fast and unforgiving. Your name falls from between his lips, interrupted only by groans and whimpers as he brings himself to the edge yet again. 

"Cum for us, baby. Make a mess." Josh encourages, his hand never slowing.

"Give it to me. Come on, angel." Jake's demand is firm but his voice wavers and cracks as he holds himself back.

The band that has been building and building in your lower belly finally snaps and your whole body goes taut, your muscles contracting and shaking uncontrollably as your release washes over you. Jake’s pace finally falters, his hips stuttering and a loud, feral groan falling from between his plump lips as he finally finishes. Josh’s voice rings out as he paints his hand and belly, his own release hitting him at the sight of you. 

– 

As the fog of lust and wanton, filthy desire finally begins to dissipate, the three of you are left lying there trying to get your breathing back under control. As harshly as Jake had been fucking into you just moments before, he’s delicate and soft as he slowly pulls out of you. His hands caress your sides, his rough fingertips ghosting over your skin and making goosebumps rise in their wake. Josh sits up and leans forward to brush your sweaty hair from your forehead. 

You smile lazily up at them, body still buzzing with pleasure but tiredness leaching into your muscles. 

“Better now?” You murmur, a lazy smile on your lips. 

“Infinitely.” Josh answers you, eyes glittering.

“Thank you, angel.” Jake says, pressing a feather light kiss to your belly. “So good for us.” 

“The best, even.” Josh adds, tone equally soft as Jake’s kiss. “And all ours.”

“All yours.” Is all your tired brain can come up with to answer. And it's the truth. You’re theirs. Completely. 

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Taking a crack at the DPHW

Alright, it's time. This will be my tentative suggestion at what the DPHW measures and a breakdown of how I got there. Feel free to skip the part where I show my work if you just want to hear my proposition towards end of the post. Note that this is probably not the final version of my theory, and I might have to revise it whenever we get new information.

So we know that the DPHW measures four variables independently, but they are somehow linked to each other, and the OIAR is trying to keep the variables balanced in the middle so that none of them becomes too dominant. This much was confirmed in episode 36. But we don't yet know what they actually measure, and that's what I'm here to try and find out. This will be a long post, so full explanation under the cut.

Revisiting the Tria Prima

If you've been reading my posts, you know that I've viewed the supernatural through the lens of the three primes, or Tria Prima: Salt, Sulphur and Mercury. To summarise, Salt 🜔 is the body, structure, rigidity or stagnation, Mercury ☿ is the spirit, mind, solvent and liminality, and Sulphur 🜍 is the soul, fire, passion, activity and catalysis. The incidents are caused by an imbalance between these principles, and each principle will manifest in its own way. You can read my first breakdown of them here, but I've since refined the concepts a little.

However, the OIAR assesses their cases with four parametres, not three. This is quite common in alchemy, where everything is viewed in quaternities. It's very typical to see a circle divided into four quarters, each of which symbolises part of a whole. The circle itself symbolises a unity, where everything comes together. Because of the importance of the quaternities, Carl Jung (the psychologist obsessed with alchemy) thought that trinities need to become quaternities before they can be fully applied. He also thought that the tria prima becomes a quaternity when you consider the dual nature of Mercury (solid/liquid, masculine/feminine).

Lucky for me, we already have a quaternity right there on the OIAR's logo. This, I argue, will be the key in dissecting the DPHW.

Breaking apart the symbolism

What's striking to me about this portion of the logo is that they have fully separated the tria prima. Salt 🜔 and Mercury ☿ are within the unity, but there are four Sulphur symbols 🜍 outside of it, or should I say external to it. It might be worth noting that both the circle and the square are parts of the wider symbol of the philosopher's stone, where the circle symbolises the stone itself (or the unity of elements) and the square symbolises the four elements or the material plane. The sulphur symbols are reminiscent of arrows that either point at the corners or expand what's in the middle. It's an interesting side note, but to me it seems to say that Sulphur is directly related to the actions of the externals (or the alchemical fire they exert upon the world) and not measured with the quaternity. This could confirm what I already suspect, that the externals' role in this is to increase each variable in order to bring them to balance.

Okay, if the unity does not account for Sulphur but does include Salt and Mercury, then we have two spaces open. As far as I can tell, the double chevrons don't have any wide (or even niche) use in alchemy. The best I could find was if you chop up the double sawtooth symbol for water, but that feels like a stretch, and water is most commonly symbolised by a downwards pointing triangle. So most likely these are arbitrary symbols chosen for the podcast, either to obfuscate the meaning or because widely accepted symbolism couldn't be found.

What's notable about the double chevrons is that they evoke a syzygy pattern common for concepts that are two parts of a whole. The most common example would be the yin/yang, where you have light in darkness and darkness in light. Following this line of thinking, in alchemy we have the duality of active/passive principles, also associated with sun/moon, solve/coagula, masculine/feminine, celestial niter/celestial salt. These are some very common dualities, and they are also represented in the yin/yang syzygy itself.

Sun is associated with light, activity, fire, sources of life but also sources of destruction. The sun-associated celestial niter gives birth to the volatile elements, which include sulphur and the volatility of mercury. Its inclusion in the quaternity would explain the absence of sulphur, since the two align so closely. Moon is associated with darkness, reflectivity, passivity, nurturing and secrets. The moon-associated celestial salt gives birth to the passive or fixed elements, including salt and the calm, solid part of mercury.

Here's a diagram explaining the relations, image snatched from somewhere in the internet:

Note: I have found some symbols for celestial salt and niter, but they are (respectively) a circle with a horizontal line (identical to salt) and a circle with a perpendicular line. So not only would it look confusing, it would also look kind of dull. Which could explain the use of other symbols instead.

Applying this to DPHW

Now that we have broken down the quaternity, let's try and apply it to the DPHW. Through my Amazing Data Analysis skills (/s) I found a small inverse correlation between D/W (-0,21) and P/H (-0,26). It would stand to reason that these variables stand for opposite (but not contradictory) parts of the whole. I've tentatively slotted them as D/W = Salt/Mercury and P/H = Sol/Luna (or sun/moon). In the following I will lay out how I currently understand the values, but this is always subject to change. I also haven't been able to find any alchemical codewords that directly and neatly slot these into the DPHW abbreviation, so I must conclude that they have looked for words that somehow embody the concepts instead. I'm not that confident in my placeholder words, so let me know if you can think of something better.

D = Salt (Definition?)

Could measure the physical boundaries, and how rigidly they manifest. Might also apply to more abstract structure, discipline, societal roles? It can't only be about bodies or meat, or the demonic baby would be higher, and it can't be about preservation, or Hungry Man's Grill would be higher. I keep asking myself what's common between Doctor Tree (8) and the hungry violin (7). Honestly, this is the weakest link in my theory and I can't quite put my finger on how it fits. Let me know what you think.

P = Sol (Passion? Power?)

Measures the internal drive, passion and ambition. Artistic creation but also the destructive qualities of human nature. Something internal that wants to be seen in the light. I think of Plato's "soul" metaphor: a chariot drawn by two horses representing passion and appetite. This would be the passion. Basically "I have too much of X and it needs to come out." Overwhelming energy directed outwards. Jung's Animus archetype. High P cases have involved bursts of mindless violence and aggression, often with some theatrics or showing off.

H = Luna (Hunger? Heart?)

Measures the more reflective and passive forces associated with the moon. Transformation caused by the individual's dark thoughts/secrets/desires or by reflections of external expectations. Deeply tied to unresolved emotions and needs. This is the other horse in Plato's soul chariot, the appetite. Basically "There's a deep void in me and it needs to be filled". Overwhelming energy directed inwards. Jung's Anima. Almost all high H cases have involved memories, trauma or a deep desire (and there are a lot of them, too).

W = Mercury (???)

Measures the presence of an intangible psychic mass of concepts, ideas, thoughts and memories that are constantly present in everything. Sort of like the psychic energy or collective unconscious that includes all of history but is constantly contributed to. High W is often paired with high H, which makes sense if you consider the reflective quality and introspection required to tap into the unconscious and bring it to reality. Bonzo's W is 8, which signifies that he's a solid construct in the collective mind, and his music is a strong symbol that seems to summon him. If Mercury is not counterbalanced by Salt, it can blur or even dissolve physical boundaries, leading to some weird liminal occurrences.

Please let me know what you think of this theory. Does it make any sense? Do you have suggestions for what the letters could stand for? Do you think I have some of them backwards? I could also be totally, absolutely wrong on all of it. I know for a fact that I'm still missing something, but I have dug deep and I at least hope it shows.

[guardian5tiger3]

Career/money Pick a Picture Tarot Reading

1. 2. 3.

Group 1

I feel that for you guys there's some connection to your heart here, some of you need to look in your heart. If you are not fully sure what you want to do exactly, this is definitely what you can do to help find the answers to that. Healing something within your heart may be needed if you do not know right now by looking within. So once your heart is healed you will feel there what you desire most. I'm picking up on the feeling of freedom. For some of you this has to do with travel. Maybe you want to read the second pile as well. I'm getting something about your families, and for someone something about a dog (s). Maybe for some of you, you have worries but you need to be honest with yourself and find that your priorities in your heart may be towards what you truly want to go do, and that it will be ok if you go forward with that. You guys will be happy. I want to tell you for those that may be worried about leaving anyone behind or being homesick, you will enjoy your present moment wherever you may find yourself, and that distance can grow fondness. I understand though, feeling you only have so much time on the topic of mortality. I have faith you all will figure it out, cause all I get now is the greatest feeling once your heart shows you clearly and you feel what it is you should go for, and it is so much love and freedom in it. Beautiful. Take your time though, this seems like a vague prediction in a sense, as destiny will be what it will be. Peace

Group 2.

You as a group seem that you really want advice and are really just wanting to take in anything I can give you all right now...you guys may be kind of guarded right now , mainly getting energetically. You guys have a big purpose, each one of you. Yes an airplane may *actually be significant. Some of you know then of course, one of you, it's an actually. And you don't even know it yet. I saw a little clock. So , with that I'm getting time of course. And right now it may be a matter of relying on that. I'm getting a lot about a spiritual like journey, but we don't have to put it that way, a journey of self discovery , self transformation. It's heavy, but I don't mean that in a negative sense. I mean, it's a deep thing you all are experiencing in what this is that we call life, your lives. A concept that seems to come into play with you guys and your journeys in life and what you will end up doing or for a few already doing, maybe just starting. If so you're young in this. The concept is about duality;within yourselves. Balancing your yin and yangs. You seem naturally very balanced people, in your spirits. I feel this is a reminder for some of you, to make sure you're not giving too much to the "good", "light" side, it's perfect when there is complete balance of the two opposites and embracing the dark side is not negative, it's necessary for both to prosper, and it is a positive thing. Both dark and light are naturally positive , like, good , but both can have bad qualities. When good is too much that is bad, kind of plain, can be too bright if you understand what I'm saying, hopefully. I'm getting something like spirit animals are significant, and wisdom. For a majority of you when it comes to career things, your soulmate or forever person is somehow involved/ going to be involved. I would just stay open to that so that things may go smoother if so. I'm not supposed to specify any further on that for whatever reason.

For right now, you're being guided, and do what you can and accept what you cannot do and know for now. It will come to you. You're on a specific path, trust that. And trust yourself. Every move you decide to make is for a reason, and I see that you will not fall. For any possible financial struggle , it's all for a reason, but maybe so to sympathize with other people in the world, for one. It may be so for a few of you to learn to ask for help and or to think further outside the box, the box being your mind and as far as it is expanded thus far. But you'll be okay. Peace and love.

Group 3.

You all may work with other people. I'm really picking up on desert vibes somehow for some reason,... Initially I picked up on a camel, actually. Maybe some of you have something to do with Egypt specifically too... Maybe you'll travel one day, maybe some of you live there, Im not sure but you'll know cause that's kinda specific... I'm also getting an oven , some of you have considered baking? Someone's family is involved already in some culinary business..

*side note, some of you aren't even meant to work. If you feel that, boom. There's your message. Go backpacking or just trust the universe on a level to work it out. Hell you can get an RV or something and go to a national forest and they'll let you stay there free if you help out working there. Nature rules! You'll figure it out.

You guys have some dope ancestry, just saying, I guess.. maybe you don't know and would be surprised about far back who was what from where I don't know. Anyway, If you have family who would hire you or help you get hired, that's nice and I'm supposed to tell you all that you should take any offer for that and basically give whatever it may be a try, but mainly you should be honest with yourself, it's OK if it isn't for you, it's OK if you love it or it just works and you stick to that. You know, I would say for instance some famous people have kids and they may want to hand down a legacy or business to their children, but what a shame if the child doesn't want that and yet some young person unrelated would love that to happen to them, if that makes sense. We're all children and family on this earth and there's no need for strict boundaries when it comes to bloodlines like that . Be true to yourself. Well if it's just you getting help to be hired, it's alright if you end up quitting or whatever even if for some of you feel like you'll be resented ,screw it don't live your life for anyone but yourself. Unless you have kids I guess... But still!.

Overall message for this group, if nothing else, let yourself be free.

[sugareimon]

Hot take!

Light being a symbol for ✨GOOD✨ and Dark being a symbol for 💥e v i l💥 is lame, actually.

I say this as a white Kingdom Hearts fan and fantasy lover in general; light and dark ≠ morality. Day and night ≠ morality. White and black ≠ morality.

(My reasoning is beneath the cut.)

Anyway, in rebellion I’ve decided to list what I actually associate to white and black on the level of just vibes.

The color white (🤍) feels like beautiful lies; psychological horror, deception, daytime, cold, bright, immortality, “unnatural” goodness, innocence, artificiality, etc.

The color black (🖤) feels like organic truths; cosmic horror, honesty, nighttime, warm, dark, mortality, “natural” goodness, awareness, ancientness, etc.

White is snow; beautiful and delicate but unloving, cold like bleached bone. You enjoy it as a child, but when you grow, you realize that frost can kill. To chase the color white is to chase an impossible ideal, to try to catch a shimmering promise…. but promises aren’t always kept.

Black is soil; rich and full of life but overlooked, warm like the kiss of sleep. It’s decay and death and rot, but it’s also life and birth and love. It is everything, it is always, it is inescapable. To make peace with the color black is to find true happiness. It’s to make peace with the cosmos.

How to apply to a character design? Me, I use darkness for inescapable and lightness for unobtainable.

So, if a character is fighting to escape something and they’re failing, that’s a good darkness thing. If a character is fighting to achieve something and they’re failing, that’s a good time for lightness. For example; my beloved boy Margo here (excuse the sketch);

He had dark skintone, dark hair, and dark eyes, because his main conflict is about the inescapable. A keen eye will notice that his clothes are light and he has a streak of light hair— the villain which he serves is obsessed with the unobtainable, so he’s really “light”.

Morality is a human construct that we invented, while light and darkness have existed since the beginning of existence itself. White and black are just colors, not good and evil.

To equate these things in your art is to attribute morality to amoral colors, which is dangerous in a world full of fear. Even if you don’t do it on purpose, you might open yourself up you criticism for those who see colorist interpretations of your work.

Light wouldn’t be beautiful without shadow. Life has no meaning without death. We need balance to find true peace— like yin & yang, a very ancient concept (that I’m not qualified to properly explain).

To try and cut away everything you don’t like is to fight a losing battle. Nature was here before us and will exist after we’re gone. You’ll be unhappy if you chase satisfaction through perfection, because perfection is a beautiful lie.

(If you want to learn more, this is part of the Woven Dream— my personal worldbuilding project! I’ll make a blog for it soon!)

I put a lot of effort into articulating this concept— and I think it’s really cool— so I’ll summon my most yappable moots from their respective habitats! It’s a discussion I want to have & want to share; @abiamantha @avestars @imfckngfantastic @metalfortunecookie1216 @vamppuppyboy @lucst-r @wolfthedrolf @kitkatk1ra @angry-oil-slick11 @jiabae

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Symbolism that I have been obsessed with today—a play on something I have posted before.

Elain and Lucien as the sun and nature/Earth. A reliance upon one another to continue the cycle and to cultivate life.

Feyre and Rhys as the stars and the moon, the collection of the cosmos and spread of space. The endless abyss of both darkness and light, and the holders of all life.

Nesta and Cassian as fire and steel, the very forge of the deepest core of the Earth. The magnetic force that grips life by the reins and reinstates the hearth and warmth.

Gwyn and Azriel as the tides and the winds, the interwoven relationship of connection—Yin and Yang. The language they speak can only be heard as the kiss of the wind crashes down against the crest of the waves. The very essence of life.

The romanticism of life and how it is formulated between each couple and what they represent has been so utterly sexy to me today.

Now, I have no idea why I got this, because it's very easy to tell from my profile that I’m not an Elucien or Gwynriel stan. But still, it doesn’t really bother me,people can be as creative as they want with the books they read. However, it's also very important to keep in mind the canon text and what the author actually wrote.

This is how SJM symbolized Elain and Azriel:

the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection … that knife.

Lovely fawn and death, light and dark ;this is how SJM chose to symbolize them together. I’m not going to delve into the mythological symbolism,I’m just going to continue with SJM’s canon text:

_In HOSAB, SJM used a portrait of dark and light that was extremely similar to the symbolism she chose for Elain and Azriel, calling it 'the symbol of balance':

"It's a symbol of balance," she explained, moving away a foot, but keeping the dagger at her side. Her crown of cloudberries seemed to glow with an inner light. "Two intersecting triangles. Male and female, dark and light, above and below ... and the power that lies in the place where they meet."

Where did Elain and Azriel meet?

He gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary blade into it. “It will serve you well.” ..... Elain weighed my words … and slowly closed her fingers around the blade. ..... Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade.I saw the painting in my mind...

They met when they both held the TT at the same time. It was the bridge of connection between the lovely fawn and death, light and dark. It was where their power lay and balanced each other. Later in the story, Elain emerged 'out of the shadows',which is Azriel’s power,and killed the KoH.

_In HOFAS, SJM again stressed the importance of the union of light and darkness:

Such light and darkness-the power lay in the meeting of the two of them. She understood it now, how the darkness shaped the light.

_Oh, and in ACOFAS, SJM also highlighted the balance of light and darkness:

Nuala went on, “It’s a time of rest, too. And a time to reflect on the darkness—how it lets the light shine.”

In conclusion, SJM is canonically obsessed with the balance of opposites,in this case, life and death, light and darkness,and the power that lies in their union. She has already given that symbolism to Elain and Azriel: the lovely fawn and death, light and dark,they are the ballance of the opposites.Their first union led to a pivotal event: killing the KoH, with more to come in future books.

In no time, Elain was described as a goddess of the earth or something. She's always associated with light, life, and beauty, gardening is also a way of giving life.

Also, Lucien has always been associated with fire, SJM literally called him the Lord of Fire. I don't understand the determination to make the sun his symbol, apart fro that Helion is his father. One of the reasons Beron didn't kill the LoA for betrayal is that Lucien inherited her power: flame.

"Lucien not Beron’s son, but Helion’s. His power is flame, though.They’ve mused Beron’s title could go to him."

And that’s what he’s always been associated with. He might also be a spellclever through his father and oddly met a cursed flame queen. Still, SJM has never used a symbol of the sun with him,she always highlights his fire power.

[stormtheartistsstuff]

I FINALLY got to watch the latest season of Dragons Rising and I have a theory about who Ras’ master is, so for anyone who hasn’t caught up on Ninjago please keep scrolling because this is gonna have a lot of spoilers:

I believe there is a chance that Ras’ master may be the First Dragon, due to the similarities between his and Lloyd’s visions among other reasons.

To get this out of the way, I am not referring to Firstbourne. I am aware she is technically the “mother of all dragons”, but I believe her namesake gives it away that she may not be the very FIRST dragon. She is the first dragon BORN, perhaps not the first in existence.

Besides, do you really think the most powerful dragon in all of the worlds, the one supposed to be as powerful as the Overlord, would be defeated so easily by a small group of Oni, with other dragons AND riders on her side?

I mean THE Dragon, the one depicted in Mistake’s story. The antithesis of the Overlord. The Yang to his Yin. The Creation to his Destruction.

This sounds a bit far fetched, I am aware, but I do have a base for this theory.

In Mistake’s story, the Dragon was also fighting over the First Spinjitsu Master, just like the Overlord was. What is interesting to me is that the FSM chose to run from both instead of choosing the Dragon, despite the dragons always being depicted as “the good guys” and the Oni as “the bad guys.”

This means that the dragon most likely didn’t want to use him for the right reasons either, maybe even to eliminate the Overlord and overturn the balance of the world in its favor. The FSM is the balance, and he most likely knew that siding with one or the other would be disastrous.

The Dragon also has not been seen for the entirety of the series, despite the fact that the Overlord had been rampaging in Ninjago over and over. It isn’t like they could not come to stop him, we knew from the very beginning that dragons can traverse realms (I know this is probably because the dragon hadn’t been introduced in the plot yet, let me dream). Perhaps the Dragon had been sealed away by the FSM, not unlike the Overlord was when the FSM split Ninjago in two to keep him at bay.

It would explain the Dragons absence throughout the years.

Now, onto Ras.

He receives visions in a very similar way to Lloyd, almost to a T with the floating and glowing eyes, but with a GOLDEN background, which not even the Sources have, despite their connection to creation.

As for the “evil” masks, remember that the Forbidden Five that his master wanted to bring back are ELEMENTAL MASTERS, people who have been commonly paired with the dragons throughout history, as seen by the ninja themselves. Despite the corruption of their powers, it isn’t Destruction: it is simply warped Spinjitsu, corrupted Creation.

Perhaps the dragon needs the Sources to regain its strength, or hell, its powers were divided to CREATED the Source dragons, each one acting as a seal to keep it at bay. This is may be why they want to conquer the Sources, to free the First Dragon.

Another detail I have noticed, this might be a bit of a stretch but tigers and dragons tend to be a motif I have seen in mythology a lot, it would make sense for it to occur at least once in the show.

To wrap it all up, Creation can be used for evil and Destruction can be used for good. They are not black and white, but shades of grey. We have seen this in the show itself, for example, Gardamon in s2 with the Megaweapon for evil, a weapon that can only create:

And in s16 when Lloyd used his destruction to fight the Overlord for good (and in the original ending before it was changed, kill him):

Creation and Destruction have no morality, and no one shows this better than the FSM himself:

The First Spinjitsu Master chose neither Oni nor Dragon for a reason. Light can be just as blinding as the Dark.

[bluemooniegif]

what can Atsushi's outfit tell us about his role, not only in the ADA, but the entire story?

(I'm slowly starting to cross-post everything from my tiktok analyses to tumblr and twitter. I'll link all of the original videos at the end of each post!)

let's first talk about what I think of as the Central Theme™️, something echoed throughout all aspects of BSD: the balance of light and dark. I have an entire tumblr post talking about it which you can read here, but for those of us who need a tldr: every character, organisation and even action is sorted into the category of "dark" (evil; yin; black) or "light" (good; yang; white). the PM is considered the "ruler of darkness," and the ADA the "guardian of the twilight."

when we first meet Atsushi, he is dressed in clothes that are ill-fitting and look very uncomfortable. we very quickly learn that his biggest internal conflict surrounds his lack of self-confidence- he thinks of himself as a nobody who belongs nowhere... and this is echoed in his outfit. in a city divided into black and white, he wears grey. his clothing does not only give us an insight into how we are supposed to see him, but also into how he sees himself!

this is where I want to bring up a point Asagiri sensei mentioned in an interview once- he chose Atsushi to be his main character because he felt that he could easily change the course of Atsushi's life. the RL Atsushi Nakaijima was not as well-known as the others, leading Asagiri sensei to feel as though he was more malleable than the others.

(translation via Popopretty1)

anyway, back to the costume design.

some people know this, but others have never heard: the outfit gifted to Atsushi in episode 2 (chapter 2) is comprised of items donated by each member of the Agency.

(I'm sorry for the Tanizakis but this image is just too helpful)

this outfit indicates a hugely important shift for Atsushi; the difference between being a nobody and becoming a somebody.

he became someone, because the Agency believed in him, far before he believed in himself.

the best part about all of this, to me, is that Atsushi still has a very long way to go! his character development so far has been so incredible, though, and comparing the Atsushi we know now to episode 1 Atsushi genuinely makes me tear up 🥺🥺

I hope this makes sense!! here's the original video link ~

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Yin and Yang: Prologue

Balance is a key aspect in the world, so why shouldn’t the Avatar have an opposite?

In a world where Raava and Vaatu merge with humans, the Avatar and the Daimon try to keep the peace between the four nations.

Aang and Hua are the current incarnations, but wake up 100 years in the future.

How will these two learn all four elements in one year and defeat the Fire Lord?

Prologue

In the beginning, they were two spirits.

One of light and order.

The other of darkness and chaos.

Raava and Vaatu.

Looked into eternal combat.

Never a winner, only a short victory over the other.

No one, not even themselves, could imagine to exist in harmony together.

Then one day two humans touched the spirit's very essence.

A young man named Wan earned Raava's trust and loyalty, while a young woman named Qi saw more than evil in Vaatu, showing him kindness and compassion.

The Spirits fused with their chosen human, creating the first Avatar and Daimon.

Wan and Qi worked all their life to restore balance in the world.

They were Yin and Yang personified. 

When one pulled, the other pushed.

When one walked, the other followed.

When one lost their way, the other found them.

It was so simple to fall in love with each other.

The love born between Wan and Qi changed also the ancient spirits in them.

Something which seemed so impossible had come true.

No longer enemies, but allies, even friends.

In every lifetime after Wan and Qi, the Avatar and the Daimon were always the opposite of each other and often also lovers.

Each Avatar and Daimon together tried to bring balance between the Four Nations and the Spirit World.

It was their eternal quest, but they didn’t have to walk this way alone.

Because their other half would always be with them…

Frowning Aang looked at his mentor and guardian Monk Gyatso.

“What is it Aang?”, the elder man asked his young charge. “I know you aren’t happy with being the Avatar, but I hoped that you would feel better to know that there is another one like you. Someone who will understand you.”

Aang just frowned deeper, crossing his arms.

“I don’t like that I already have a supposed Soul Mate…It seems like I don’t have any control anymore over my life…It sucks being the Avatar.”

Gyatso tutted him gently, rubbing affectionately his bald head with the blue arrow.

“Oh my young pupil, it may be true that nearly all Avatars and Daimons were a couple, but there were a few who were just friends and completely happy with other people. You can decide if you like young Daimon Hua this way. Meet her and become her friend, more the Elders doesn’t want from you.”

The young Avatar nearly snorted at this. 

Yeah, right.

If it would go after the Elders he and the Daimon would be wed now.

At twelve years!

His childhood couldn’t end sooner for the Air Nomad elders.

He felt like crying.

He just wanted to play with his friends and goof off with Gyatso.

Was that too much?

Why did he have to be the Avatar?

“So her name is Hua, huh?”, he mumbled loudly enough, so his mentor could hear him. “Flower for an Earth Kingdom girl seems fitting. She is an Earthbender right?”

“Right, the Daimon Cyle is the opposite of the Avatar’s. Together you two will learn the four elements to become a fully realized Avatar and Daimon.”

The boy signed loudly and slouched down in his seat.

“I don’t think I will like someone who is my opposite, I mean, she probably doesn’t like to make jokes or play pranks.”

“Don’t be so sure Aang.”, said Gyatso amused. “You know opposites attract, but having things in common is good too. Just give her a chance, alright?”

***

In the Lower Ring of Ba Sing Se, the newly informed Daimon Hua hugs her mother, father and little brother tightly.

She wants to cry, to scream, to beg.

She wants to stay home.

She doesn’t want to be the Daimon.

All her life she and her family had struggled to make a living in Ba Sing Se.

Hua had used her Earthbending from a young age in any way to earn money for her family.

And now she would be stripped from them, brought before the Avatar of this era, and expected to work with him (even to fall in love with him!) and also to learn all the elements and somehow bring balance and peace to this world.

No, she doesn’t want to, but she knows it’s good for her family.

If in Ba Sing Se the Daimon or Avatar is born and comes from the Lower Rings their family then gets raised into the Upper Rings and becomes a noble family.

Something an Earth King some hundred years ago decided to make the city look good in the eyes of the other nations.

No peasant from Ba Sing Se should be a Daimon or Avatar. 

Yes, her family wouldn’t be anymore, hungry, cold or sick. They would be getting taken care of.

Only Hua had to pay with her freedom, with the power to decide her own faith.

It was unfair.

Why her?

She only ever wished for a simple good life.

She wasn’t greedy.

So why her?

Why her?

She kisses her brother's forehead, promising him to write as much as she can.

Somehow deep down Hua feels like this is the last time she will be with her family…

Water. 

Earth. 

Fire. 

Air. 

My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days: a time of peace when the Avatar and the Daimon kept the balance between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation and Air Nomads. 

But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked. 

Only the Avatar and the Daimon mastered all four elements; only they could stop the ruthless firebenders. 

But when the world needed them most, they vanished. 

A hundred years have passed, and the Fire Nation is nearing victory in the war. 

Two years ago, my father and the men of my tribe journeyed to the Earth Kingdom to help fight against the Fire Nation, leaving me and my brother to look after our tribe. 

Some people believe that the Avatar was never reborn into the Air Nomads and that the Daimon was never reborn into the Earth Kingdom and the cycles are broken, but I haven't lost hope.

I still believe that, somehow, the Avatar and the Daimon will return to save the world.

Next

[apeachthatplaystheflute]

Magical boy Xie Lian; his hair becomes long when he transforms but when he detransforms, it becomes a bob style. His elemental power is light, or whatever, and he wields a sword or scepter. In a particularly bad fight, he reminded of his past life as XianLe Prince and all that jazz, and he breaks under the pressure, but Hua Cheng helps him while Feng Xin and Mu Qing fight. This makes me froth at the mouth.

Hua Cheng would have the elemental of darkness or whatever (I’m going off of colors) because he’s mysterious ig. He doesn’t care so much about himself, but he’s quite selfless for Xie Lian, and respects him. He’s the yin to Xie Lian’s Yang; he balances them out, and he’s there to care for Xie Lian. He understands Xie Lian inside and out, but doesn’t force him to do anything. He fights with a scimitar.

Mu Qing would be Aqua because he’s catty, but logical. He’s terrible at expressing himself and is called cold by most, but he just wants f-f-friends. He also starts to warm up to Feng Xin, and finds himself relying on him too much for simple things, or affection. Like a cat. He fights with a polearm or sword.

Feng Xin would be fire because he’s warm but brash. His bashful ways typically get Xie Lian and Mu Qing in trouble when they’re in a fight, but when the time comes, he still manages to work with Mu Qing. He’s also very kind to others and is besties with Jian Lian despite their rough dating history. He fights with a bow and arrow, but has a dagger as back up.

Shi Qingxuan would be aqua or grassy because she’s carefree and bubbly. Shi Qingxuan cares deeply for others without a second thought, but she’s not quick to put them first because she understands she has her times too. She befriends everyone and makes a lasting impression on them, friends and foes alike. She’s a mentor to Xie Lian, and helps him stand out. She would fight with a whip or moon ring blades.

He xuan would also be dark like Hua Cheng, but he holds actually bad intent. He’s reserved, calculated and cold. He holds no interest in helping others, but he does so because he’s “friends” with Shi Qingxuan and Hua Cheng. He fights with pistols that hold a special powder to disable or stun foes.

Qi rong would be grass because he wears green, but he’s also a loud person and he secretly cares about Guzi and Xie Lian. He wields a giant hammer because he’s so clumsy.

Yin yu would be aqua because he cool headed, helpful, and logical about most things. He’s also a huge helper with Hua Cheng and a good friend to Xie Lian. He fights with a staff and can summon different things to help fights. He also good with hitting people with his staff.

Mei Nianqing would be a mentor to Xie Lian and his little trip, but lose his powers after a particularly vicious incident. His powers would’ve been dark, and he would be a typical catalyst or wielded a staff like Yuna from FF10 or a scepter.

Jun Wu’s elements are light like Xie Lian, and he’s the “ideal father”. After doing a series of mishaps, he gave up his powers temporarily until he gets therapy, which was when he met Xie Lian. He cares deeply for Xie Lian and Mei Nianqing. And deciding to be good, he gains his powers back to help guide Xie Lian.

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I HOPE YALL ENJOYED JTS 3:39 AM RN AND J CANT SLEEP!!! I FROTH AT THE THOUGHT OF MAGICAL GIRL/BOY TGCF!!! 💚🧡💚🧡💚 GOODNFINTTTTTTT

[birdhouseblog25]

Futari Wa/We Are Pretty Cure! Review Season 1 (Ep. 1-26)

Hi, my name is BJ short BluJay, and welcome to the Birdhouse blog where magical girls throwing hands is a typical Tuesday afternoon when you're facing up against the monster of the week and balancing midterms at the same time.

I'll be reviewing the first arc of Futari Wa precure, most commonly known as We Are Pretty Cure! For background, Futari Wa Pretty Cure is a magical girl series produced by Toei Animation in 2004, if you know Toei Animation, it is one of the biggest animation studios out there for hit anime such as Dragon Ball Z, One Piece, and of course the magical girl sensation that swept the globe Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon.

While all four anime series swept the world marking its spot of peak animation to this day, the Pretty Cure franchise was a phenomenon that grew on its own two feet to stand on its popularity.

As a little kid I've heard about the Pretty Cure series for a long time, but I never really got into it as I was into other magical girls shows. But now that I am older and flying back down into the rabbit hole that is my magical girl phase I decided to watch the 1st 26 episodes of the original Futari Wa Pretty Cure series, and I had a blast.

🖤The Story🤍

The show follows our two main protagonists Nagisa the pro athlete and Honoka the genius honor student, as they are both brought together by two marketable plushies named Mepple and Mipple to become the emissaries of light Cure Black (Nagisa) and Cure White (Honoka) to defend ancient crystals known as the prism stones from the clutches of the Dark Zone led by their ruler the Dark King.

Pros:

The story is very straight to the point as it's very consistent about events that happened in the show as Nagisa does recaps for each new episode. Each episode has a storyline, some filler episodes, and the other half of the episodes connect to collecting the prism stones as the main target for the 1st 26 episodes. But one of my favorite parts about this season is the themes of the human heart and how connection can bring people together despite how different they as our two protagonists try to understand one another, for better and for worse.

-Episode 8 is a great example of this as this was the first time Nagisa and Honoka fought, and while the circumstances are misunderstood for the most part, it genuinely feels like both of the characters truly don't know each other all that much. And that's not a bad thing because at the end of the episode they both understood each other while using the precure diaries that showed the true feelings of each other's hearts. They understood what they liked and disliked, but most importantly they understood each other on a deeper level.

Cons:

I do want to talk more about the themes of the human heart and the yin and Yang aspect of the Cures, but we'll save that for another blog post for another day. But like any good show, there's always going to be some cons within the story, such as Nagisa being the one to recap the episodes from her perspective, but we don't get the perspective of Honoka.

And I get why they tried doing it for Nagisa because she's the only one of the two who didn't want to be a Pretty Cure in the first place and had this responsibility thrust upon her when facing the agents of dark zone, but over time it gets repetitive. I want to see more of Honoka’s side of the story how her thought process feels about the situations from the past 26 episodes of being a precure and how it affects her daily life as well.

-Another part of the story is the goals of the villains the agents of the dark zone. While I understand they want to collect the prism stones to make the dark zone eternal and corrupt the world, they don't have much of an individual goal that sets them apart from pleasing the Dark King.

🖤Characters🤍

Pros:

-Honoka and Nagisa are the highlights of this season as they are in more ways than one amazing lead protagonist. As stated they are both very different from one another yet that's what makes their relationship all the more entertaining. Honoka is the genius honor student known for her title the Science Queen. She loves books and she will tear you up if you try messing with her friends and not afraid to call you out for it, showing her much braver attitude.

 -Nagisa is the star athlete of the academy lacrosse team with a tomboyish attitude and laid-back personality, yet she’s not always keen on attention and wants to one day have a boyfriend. Both of these girls balance each other out, understanding their conflicts and situations that can be difficult for a lot of people especially since they're both carrying the responsibility of protecting the prism stones from an otherworldly threat. But what makes them both resilient is that despite their differences they both have the heart to carry out their duties as a pretty cure not just out of obligation, but out of the love they have for their friends and family including mepple and mipple, protecting their home from Dark Zones advances.

-The supporting cast of characters a very interesting. You have Nagisa’s family that's always roundabout and rambunctious, and then you have Honoka’s family which consists of her grandmother and her pet dog. Honoka's mom and dad aren't home all the time, but that doesn't stop the parents from visiting their daughter showering her with gifts.

It just warms my heart when we see the Yukishiro family reunite in episode 10 conveying how much Honoka’s parents missed their daughter and hate working far away from their home. It's a purely wholesome episode heavily Honoka-focused. Another one of the supporting cast is Nagisa's school friends, but there isn’t much to talk about. But I will talk about one of them named Shiho who has this quirk to repeat the phrase of her sentencing three times expressing her excitement.

-The villains are a hit-and-miss. Poisonny and Kiriya are the only two agents of the dark zone I like because of their focus in the story. Poisoning is entertaining while also being very powerful, showing that she's quite manipulating but at the same time pinpoints the weaknesses in the pretty cure’s everyday lives, which is shocking considering she does a better job of exploiting their weaknesses than the last two dark zone agents that up and went boomed by marble screw Ex Machina.

Kiriya on the other hand while having one fight scene with the pretty cure is the most interesting of the dark agents as his character arc is mainly about understanding himself and the growing emotions that he's developed throughout his focused episodes.

He struggled with his loyalty to the dark zone wanting to understand himself through these newfound emotions that brought him a greater connection with Honoka. Episode 18 for example, is such a fantastic episode that demonstrates the anger and struggles Kiriya faces conveying emotions, but at the same time makes you understand why he acts this way when he can’t understand human emotions.

-And FYI it's also in the same episode having one of the best fight scenes in the first 26 episodes hands down. The Animators straight up went insane for how well the fighting choreography was animated.

Cons:

-The Dark King is okay for the most part. He's your typical evil shadowy monster figure who wants to take over the world through nihilism and depression which is something I already feel on a one-to-one basis but hey you are what you eat.

The rest of the dark zone agents or dark zone assassins are fine but like I stated before they lack some sort of individual goal besides the main goal of getting the prism stones to corrupt the realm of light and earth.

-Piscard is a hater who constantly fails to get the prism stones from the marketable plushies. Besides eternal power for his services under a dark king, there isn't much to him.

-That could be said for Genkidragon or as I like to call him Unga because that's what he says in every sentence. He’s painfully average and’s meant to be the big strong comedy relief of the group but kind of misses the mark. There isn't much to say about him other than just Unga.

-And finally, we have Iikubo or Garlic Junior as I like to call him. He's fine, probably the strongest out of the five dark assassins who want the dark king to succeed, posing as a threat to the pretty cures in terms of strength. Nevertheless, he's just okay as a threatening antagonist but as a character lacks interesting qualities.

-Fuji-P (I forgot his name) is Nagisa's crush/love interest for the show. He's just the nice dude who does nice things. Like that's it that's all I have for him he's just a love interest for Nagisa to go googly eyes for.

-The marketable plushies are a mess but they're a mess that I can easily ignore. Mipple is OK she just wants to protect the prism stones and return to the realm of light. Mepple on the other hand, is annoying as heck. He's just a jerk and not even a lovable jerk at that, he's just constantly always having a smart mouth that makes me roll my eyes because he doesn't have anything nice to say. Why mipple put up with him is BEYOUD ME.

🖤Animation🤍

Pros:

the animation has that early 2000s crisp animation, and the way the characters are animated in terms of exaggerated poses or walking in a specific direction gives the show a realistic value, not to mention it feels nostalgic for me when I watch early 2000s anime and cartoons such as Filmore, Digimon Adventures, and Code Lyoko.

-But the biggest highlight of the series is the hand-to-hand combat, a giant staple in the precure franchise. While the framing needs some work when it shows the scale of the larger enemies, the way they animated Nagisa and Honoka fighting is stellar. Honoka transforms into Cure White her fighting style is graceful more on the defensive, whereas Nagisa when transformed into Cure Black is all about throwing hands and getting on the offensive trying to disempower the monster of the week. It highlights how much attention to detail they have for both the cures and how both of them truly are the opposites not just in their quirks and personalities but in their fighting style as well.

Con: The only con that I have for the animation is mainly how in some cases when they're focusing on one scene in the combat sequence but then drastically shift out of order that feels very jarring and it's not just in one episode, you'll see it in a couple of episodes during the middle of the season.

🖤 Conclusion 🤍

Overall, my first time experiencing Futari Wa Pretty was a blast and I had such a great time watching this show! There's just so much to talk about from the soundtrack, the deeper meaning behind the connection of the heart, there’s just so much to explain but I'll leave most of my thoughts for my second review once I finish the show in its entirety.

Of all the magical girl shows I would be interested in this was the one that caught my attention every single time and it never fails to divert my expectations. It just makes me feel nostalgic for how I once watched magical girl shows as a kid, to where I am now as an adult woman currently graduated from college and entering the adult world. I'm glad I gave this show a chance and can't wait to venture more into the Pretty Cure franchise for future reviews and excitement for the days to come.

[ananke-xiii]

Darkness, balance and cages.

At the end of this post I’ve written that there’s a tendency to use vague concepts related to “Eastern mysticism” when tv shows dealing with Christian themes fly a little too close to the sun (pun intended). This happened in “Supernatural” for sure but also in other shows like “Lost” and “The Good Place” (although, especially in the second, they were a bit more subtle about it) and, I’m willing to bet, in many others, too. This doesn’t bother me per se because I think that an informed, planned, researched dose of syncretism can actually help creating thought-provoking art, why not?, however, I’m not a fan of “Eastern mysticism” used as a way to obscure and confuse the actual meaning of the story I’m watching.

Take for instance when Chuck starts blabbering about “yin and yang” and “light and dark” in s11. First of all, I know I’ll sound pedantic now but throwing around these words expecting the audience to understand what they mean is hilarious. I’m not staying awake at night to read about Taoism for sure but I’ve been trying to “figure it out” for quite a few years and I still don’t get what “yin and yang” mean. But fine, notoriously I’m a downer and the death of the party and this is silly Supernatural so let’s be real. And, anyway, they did explain what they mean by that: “There’s a harmony, a balance, in the universe. Light needs dark. Dark needs light”. This is a very “meh”, Supermarket New Age take but okay, fine I guess. However, if you think about this concept and how it relates to the story, it still doesn’t make sense. And I think it doesn’t make sense because Amara was originally conceived to be “stronger” than Chuck but then they backtracked because *implications*.

This is what Death tells Dean in S10:

DEATH: Creatio ex nihilo -- God created the earth out of nothing -- or so your Sunday-school teacher would have you believe. DEAN: What, so Genesis is a lie, eh? Shocker. DEATH: Before there was light, before there was God and the archangels, there wasn't nothing. There was the Darkness, a horribly destructive, amoral force that was beaten back by God and his archangels in a terrible war.

I have things to say about why Death would ever say such things, after all he should’ve understood the Darkness’ deal because he was also an amoral force that could stand up to God. But I digress.

I’ll leave theology aside and focus on one thing: what’s Death really saying here? Would it be so incorrect to think that either the Darkness created God and/or God was inferior to the Darkness? So inferior that he had to create other beings that would help him lock her up? And how did God create these other beings? Also, these words seem to suggest that a. God is not light and b. God didn’t create anything. He appropriated creation. If the Darkness was before light and before God and she was a destructive force it follows that she was a creative force that existed before God (and, to stay in-universe, created God, perhaps? Is the Darkness… God’s MOTHER? Is she the Alpha and the Omega? Did God want to lock his mother up because he didn't want to be destructed/eaten by his parent? Is this about Zeus vs the Titans? Is the cage the Tartarus? Did OG God have mommy issues? I'm rolling and I could go on but I'll stop here because I think you get my point). God as male, paternal deity creating reality because *mind/phallus powers!* is a lie. Shocker! (?)

They just had to change this stuff and here enters “yin and yang”, or the appropriation of “Eastern mysticism” concepts to hide the huge, tiny "mis-take" they wrote.

So throughout S11 we’re repeatedly told that Chuck and Amara are unspecified “brother and sister” (twins? big sis? little bro? doesn't matter?) but Amara does state that they were “equals”(in power, I believe) and that Chuck made the archangels because he wanted to be big (! mommy issues alert !). To which Chuck says that yeah, it’s true but also! Look! Creation is so beautiful! And where did creation come from? The show had already stated the “creation ex nihilo” hypothesis as bullshit so they went the other way: creation was… “just there”. In “We Happy Few” Chuck says: “It didn't come from my hands. It was there waiting to be born. It just is, as you and I just were”. They course-corrected and took the “formless matter” route according to which, very briefly and simplistically, the matter came out from an intermediate state of "nothing and something" but that wasn’t actually created (because God is the active principle) since it was “formless”, aka potentiality.

Now I just want to say that there’s a sort of tendency in Supernatural where “formless matter” is “just there”. These are the same words that Cas uses when Kelly talks to him about her death, resurrection and her feelings towards her baby and how... he was conceived. Both these episodes were written by the same writer, Berens, and I’ll just leave this here for your consideration and the, uhm, not-so-nice implications of this argument re: women, (pro)creation and abuse.

To be honest, though, I don’t exactly blame them for taking this route because what was the other option? The show had put itself into a corner: there are two cosmic beings that they had decided to present as a woman and a man who are also brother and sister and ALSO the two primary entities in all existence? Ahem, the incest trap was just around the corner so, yeah, I can understand why the matter ex machina was necessary in order not to go there.

But things still don’t add up in terms of “yin and yang”! See:

CHUCK: Amara’s been caged for billions of years, but y’know, she was always there. She had to be there. Y’know, yin and yang. Dark and light. DEAN: English, Chuck. CHUCK: There’s a harmony, a balance, in the universe. Light needs dark. Dark needs light. If you blow one of them up, then, I mean—

Does Dark needs Light? Uhm.

I’ve talked a bit about the danger behind the word balance. What I want to focus now is the “she had to be there”, “she was always there”. Again!!! What does this mean? Well, I’m trying to follow the logic they’re presenting me but what I personally gather is this: matter is just there waiting to be born (!!!) and the Darkness is also just there and she has to be and stay there otherwise the universe is in an imbalanced state.

I don’t want to go into the equation of Amara = formless matter because, again, incest trap! awful implications trap! but STILL this means that the "balance" in the universe can and indeed IS achieved when God is free to create and go around being the mess he is while Amara is caged and in pain. She doesn’t have to be free, she just needs to be. She doesn't have to be happy, she just needs to not-die. So that the universe can still exist. Who would want this balance, really? This is atrocious.

I mean, this is both horrendous and it proves my point: Amara is "stronger" than Chuck because the balance that Chuck is claiming to be necessary for the universe is a scam. Does the universe really need for him to be alive and free and for Amara to be alive and caged in order to exist? Or, perhaps, not? She brought destruction alright but the universe didn't end when the Darkness broke free, did it? So the universe can and indeed IS still in balance if Amara is out of her cage! What's different now? Chuck, ONE Sun, OUR Sun, is dying. Poor baby. One star dying is actually not that big of a deal, cosmically speaking and well, one day our Sun will die out, folks, and the universe will go on without us. Let's be fucking real for a second.

This is why Sam had to be “crazy and stupid” because Sam was onto Chuck from day 1. Because what does Sam say when God is dying? Well, Chuck, you keep on dying, but you know what we can do? Let’s also kill Amara and off with both of them and the universe can find its own new balance, EMPTY SCALES, out with the darkness and with "light", on with "formless matter", power to the people who are "just there", amirite? So Chuck comes up with the stupidest idea in the whole show, i.e. to kill Amara by the power of “10,000 suns set to supernova” while being wounded and figuratively associated with one dying Sun. It was never going to be successful. An arbitrary quantity against the essence of reality itself? A cosmic entity who eats souls, grace and feeds on creation/light? Please.

Amara and Chuck were never equals. The “Yin and Yang” was a lie and a smokescreen to make us think that yeah, Light and Dark, balance, yahoo, happy ending, God is love, God is (still) Light, while in the universe of Supernatural Amara/Darkness is the real Alpha and Omega. The fact that by S15 she bought into this balance, yin-yang scheme is quite painful. The caged stays (more or less, we don’t see her and I have problems with that but that doesn’t mean she’s not there) caged while existence lives on. Like previously and always on Supernatural. This, time, however, without Chuck. Because creation, existence, light without Chuck was always possible. Without Amara, though? Mmmm, perhaps not in the way we like to think of "creation". But "creation" kept on living because she agreed to co-exist with Jack even though she didn't have to. Did she choose, in the end, to "be just there"? Well, we don't know because we never saw Amara again, we only know she agreed via Jack. And so we believe in Jack and so we, *sigh*, believe in God. Amen!