faintlyof · 2 years ago
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oh yeah, i had another like...full-length series dream a few days back. i really liked it so i thought about it a long time so i wouldnt forget it all but it was really really long so naturally i dont remember the whole thing. literally, it couldve had a full season of episodes or something. watching All of Us Are Dead reminded me
lets see how much i remember
dream sequence under the cut
i honestly dont remember the very beginning and the dream was laid out very much like a tv show, with details about the start getting revealed way after the fact
but it took place in a large city. a city that grew upward.
one day, an infection started spreading. a zombie-like infection. people tried to escape, but very few could actually make it out of the boundary of the city. people died in droves. absolute carnage as far as the eye could see.
i managed to survive. picking my way through buildings, trying to avoid detection, i somehow made it through the first major wave. at this point, the government had managed to barricade all the entry and exit points to the city. escape was no longer possible.
there were no connections to the outside world. networks were down, though electricity remained in some places.
i came across other survivors and we stuck together, just trying to survive. over time, it nearly became routine. until the helicopter started coming.
thinking it was salvation, survivors rushed to flag the helicopter down, but the helicopter merely dropped some things and left again. the drops typically contained some supplies, some food, some medicine, occasionally a weapon, but sometimes they were completely empty.
once, when some survivors went to greet the helicopter, a hail of bullets greeted them. trust in the helicopter fell further.
my group found a convenience store that hadnt been pillaged or damaged yet and we made a base there. it was so bright inside and the temperature was cool and unchanging. there was a sense of normalcy as myself and another girl contemplated which pasta salad to eat.
one of our guys, a real techno whiz, got to work with the registers computer, trying to see if he could contact the outside world. there were some surveillance files on it. camera footage. he found footage dating back to the day it had all started. that day there had been a network outage. a woman and her daughter had been at the convenience store and when the network went down, the woman had rushed out and left her daughter there. telling her to wait for her to call and tell her it was safe to come home. the girl, already a bit roughed up, paced by the convenience stores phone for hours. the staff tried to fix the phone, but all they could do was wait. the girl rushed out of the store when the screaming started.
there was other camera footage as well. security cameras within the store, around the perimeter, and, with some work, we were able to access other cameras along the same network beyond the store.
thats when we found something unexpected.
some of these cameras were in very interesting locations or pointed to very interesting things. like packs of zombies or groups of other survivors. and there was an external connection we could not access.
that was the first night the helicopter came to attack. they opened fire on anything that moved, zombie or otherwise. children, adults, animals, no one was spared. the helicopter began shooting into buildings as well. windows became the enemy.
we started finding camera that looked as though they had been set up recently. or set up hastily on tripods in various places.
fires started taking down buildings where survivors had made their bases, forcing them to run, often times directly into the waiting zombies jaws. or into the waiting helicopters bullets.
pieces started clicking together. the cameras, the lack of outside contact, the helicopter that sometimes helped and sometimes hurt, the herding into deaths jaws. we were being watched and, more importantly, someone was enjoying the show.
upon this revelation, our dwindling group of survivors decided to try and work our way towards the forest on the outskirts of the city.
as we made our way there, a lone helicopter seemed determined to stop us at all costs. luckily for us, a newer member of our group was ex-military and knew more in detail about this helicopter. most importantly, that this was not the average military helicopter, but a special ops one, equipped with heat-seeking missiles. we needed to disable the cameras at all costs. they could track our movements and predict our actions easily.
one large building became a battleground between the helicopter and one of our members. she was somehow faster than the missiles, but the building went down with her in it anyway. our ex-military guy left us, following a hunch, and told us to keep going and he’d rejoin us. he had figured out where the helicopter was landing and got inside.
there was a broadcast station inside, showing all the remaining survivors, showing the hordes of zombies roaming every inch of the city, showing the high fence that had been constructed just outside the city limits, and showing the hundreds of watch towers and armed personnel standing guard around the fence. names and figures scrolled across some screens, blinking out of existence each time another survivor died.
he made his way to the top floor and found the one office in use. someone was on the phone, talking about how it was almost over. the next day, the armed personnel stationed outside the city would storm in and clear the place with force. there would be no survivors.
he recognized this persons voice. it was a general he had once served under in the military. but there was no recognition is his eyes as our guy put two bullets through his brain.
he returned to us to tell us the news. we went back to the building to check for ourselves, but we knew he was right. in the end, our group had 6 survivors in the end, and as we worked our way back through the city, we picked up another 12 people. we told everyone we came across about our grim fate. soldiers would be bursting through the gates and killing everyone. we decided to take our last moments into our own hands.
we made our way back to the forest where we had hoped to stage an escape from. in this forest, there was a river. this river ran deep and strong and eventually dropped over a cliff and into some underground caves. the drop from the cliff was so far, you could only see a sliver of the water at the bottom. after everything we all had been through, everyone was glad to be able to make this last choice. how would you like to die? by rain of bullets or by quietly slipping into the water? we formed roughly two lines so no one would be alone at the end and, two by two, made the jump from the cliff
i watched six people before me before i worked up the nerve to stand at the edge. my partner and i smiled to the other survivors before jumping.
as i fell, i thought, the air is nice and cool here. it’s so much fresher than the air in the city was. i kept my eyes open and watched the water come to meet me. i braced myself for impact, dying like this would hurt, but only for a moment. instead, i felt myself become warm and the world went white. there was no pain, just that feeling of being held. i wondered how long it would take before it was over. had i hit the water and died already? but i was still thinking about how long it was taking, so maybe i had survived and now i was waiting to run out of air. it was quiet and warm and bright and i didnt feel the need to breathe, but i started to get very comfortable and sleepy.
i thought to myself, if i fall asleep, the nightmare is definitely over. and it was so warm and comfortable, like napping in a sunbeam. i could feel my body slipping into sleep, the feeling so slow it almost felt like falling all over again. ah, this is it, i thought, im dying. just another moment and it would be over.
WAIT, i thought. i didnt really want to die. through the bleary sleepiness, i mentally pushed my eyes back open. this is not my end, i thought loudly.
back in the city, the soldiers hunted down every last survivor and executed them. the zombies were left alone. soon there would be nothing left for the zombies to feed on and they would no longer be a threat. there would be incredible research done on these zombies, so much so that the sacrifice of the hundreds of thousands of people in city, while never directly addressed, was appreciated by those who remained. the footage of the survivors struggles was never released to the public and remained in the pockets of the investors who had taken advantage of the situation, though on occasion, a clip would turn up on some shock site. the city never saw human habitation again.
#tw zombies#tw death#like it was a freaking awesome dream#it wasnt like horror movie scary but like action zombie movie scary#like ahhhh is the zombie gonna kill me or will i escape???#but there were no jumpscares or anythng#like i can see some influence from things ive watched recently#influence from dreams ive had in the past#there was so so much more that i know i cant remember enough about#like the story of the girl and her mother in the convenience store#i dont remember why they needed to use the phone in the shop#like it was probably just dream logic but i wish i could remember#and the part with the girl dodging the heat seeking missiles was freaking awesome#but very very much dream logic#she was like rappelling down the side of the building to take out cameras#and like jumping and swinging around the sides to doge the missiles#v v unrealistic xD#but like i also need to know DID I DIE AT THE END??? because i also dont know???#but dying felt like when i was falling asleep into a sleep paralysis episode#very comfortable but somehow also very wrong#like just close your eyes and sleep dont worry about it youll be fine trust me#and ive fallen for that too many times now sooooo#but like just me thinking it wouldnt be enough to offset the physical bodies death right???#ugh i need a sequel#also yeah the understanding a i have is that the zombie outbreak was unintentional#but the opportunity to study the situation and make some cash dollars off the situation was irresistible#the government recognized the threat and cordoned us off#but the rich thought it a fun little game to bet on who would survive#the military wanted to see how those who survive manage to do so in case it happens again in the future#and it was all excused under the guise of science
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evie-sturns · 8 months ago
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𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 - 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤
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summary: you and matt had previously dated for a few years until him and his brothers grew famous, where matt became arrogant and self centered. fast foward to to present, a couple years later. you have moved on from matt completly until you run into him at an influencer party, what will unfold when you approach him? will you two rekindle or will the wall stay strong between you two.
contains: angst, arguing, swearing, fluff, making out.
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(2 years ago)
i lay on the couch next to matt, my head resting on his shoulder as the tv rambles. hes invested in his phone, typing every few seconds.
hes been filming videos with his brothers, chris and nick, for the past year or two, and they've just hit 3 million subscribers.
matt clears his throat before moving my head off him, "i gotta talk to you, yeah?"
my eyebrows furrow, i look over at matt who has an unreadable expression on his face. I nod slowly with a hum, "i don't know how to say this, but uh-... nick chris and i have decided to move to l.a with laura."
what?
"what?" i instantly reply, my stomach drops to my knees.
"gotta chase them dreams." he shrugs casually, picking up his phone.
anger starts to bubble inside of me, why the fuck is he being so nonchalant about moving across the whole country? what am i gonna do, just be left here and forgotten about?
"what the hell matt!" i say, raising my voice and slamming the phone out of his hand, he throws his hands up defensively. "are you being fucking serious right now?" i yell, "calm down bro?" he mumbles, picking his phone back up.
i stay silent, waiting for matt to speak, or atleast a solution. he just stays silent, looking around the room. "matt, what am i gonna do." i sigh, trying to contain myself.
"uh.. not sure?" matt leans back on the couch. "like you can come with if you want but i won't really.." he pauses for a few seconds
"have time for you..? i mean we're staying in lauras apartment which doesnt have enough space anyway but you could always sleep on the couch or something."
i scoff, "so this is it?" tears start to roll down my cheeks. "if you can't handle my fame and me moving then thats not my problem." he runs a hand through his hair before standing up.
without another word I'm upstairs and packing my suitcase, I'm leaving.
(Current time)
ever since matt and i's messy breakup ive been moving around alot, i spent the first month or so living with my parents, where i started content creating on various platforms. i would be lying if i said i didn't get popular, over the past 2 years ive gained a few million followers.
a year ago today i moved to l.a, where i've been thriving.
9:38pm
"y/n come on!" i hear yolanda, my roomate, shout from downstairs, today i've been invited to a party for influencers, i think. i run downstairs in my baby pink stiletto heels. yolanda is wearing a long shimmering black dress with a large slit up to the mid thigh. "hottie" i tease as i walk past her.
"shush" she replys with a wide grin, i walk outside to find our uber waiting patiently "yoyo!" i yell back to her as she scrambles around to find her purse.
i climb into the uber, "my bad, my friends coming now."
yolanda comes running outside, swinging open the door to the uber and crawling over me. i laugh slightly at her, she glares at me while applying lip gloss.
"you okay?" i ask her, "just nervous, its weird being a plus one to a party where i know famous people will be." she replies with a breath.
"you'll be okay gorg, i have no idea whos even going so we'll just stay together hm?" i say comfortingly, watching the lively streets of l.a outside the window.
the uber comes to a stop outside a large beachside mansion, i give him a quick thankyou before grabbing yolandas hand and approaching the house. the blaring music is audible from outside the house.
we walk up the stairs together, our heels clicking in sync on the marble steps. the doors to the house are wide open, the first person i see when i come inside makes my heart drop.
christopher sturniolo
my breath hitches in my throat, theres thankfully no sight of matt, i mean hes never really been one for partys. i feel physically sick when me and chris lock eyes, i guess i look different since the last time i saw him, 2 years ago.
I haven't really thought about matt since i moved to l.a, the last person i wouldve expected to see here is his triplet brothers.
i shoot yolanda a look, she looks equally has disturbed as me.
i decide to keep navigating through the various bunches of people, i look back and yolandas gone, flirting with some random instagram male model. i scoff with a smile.
i turn my body back around, an audible gasp escapes my mouth as matt sturniolo stands infront of me,
alone.
he smiles awkwardly with a wave, he looks me up and down while he clutches the cup in his hand so tight his knuckles go white. "you look different." matt says, his voice shaking from nerves
"charming." i roll my eyes.
"no!- no i meant in a good way, i mean in a platonic way, but you look different, sorry-.. how are ya doing.." matt rambles, stammering over every word.
a small smile forms on my face, which instantly drops when i remember the events of what happened the last time i saw him. "i've been doing really good actually." i reply, nodding my head slowly.
"yeah, i saw !thats awesome you got selected for that peoples choice awa-rds..." matt says before stopping himself, i laugh slightly.
has he been stalking me? that got announced an hour ago.
"thanks matt, how have you been?" i ask, he takes a small breath "i've been good, yeah.." matt says, he clearly doesn't think the world revolves around him like how he did 2 years ago.
another silence fills the air between us, but he breaks it. "do you wanna come with me?" matt asks abruptly, my eyebrows furrow "sure?"
he reaches out a hand subtly, i take it.
he guides us through hundreds of people, yolanda eyes me down with her jaw slack, i shrug my shoulders with a smile back at her. the night hair hits my revealed skin as matt lets my hand go slowly.
"should we go sit on the sand?" i ask quietly while we walk side by side on the footpath.
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10:12pm
matt and i have been walking side by the shoreline for a few minutes, catching up on the past 2 years of no contact
"wait so you're at 6 million?" i laugh in shock, he shakes his head with a smile "shut up!!"
"no like, congratulations matt thats really awesome."
he shrugs it off with a playful nudge to my shoulder,
the past 30 minutes or so neither of us have brought up the last time we spoke, our last interaction, the final fight. i think we both don't want to ruin what we have going on right now.
a silence forms as the ripple waves crash onto the shore, my palms are sweating from the warmth from the night. "wanna go sit up there? in the dunes?" matt asks, pointing up the beach. "oh-..oh yeah!" i agree chirpily, snapping out of my somewhat 'trance'
he leads us away from the water up into the sand dunes, the mound of sand and grass behind us acting as privacy. he flops down onto his back, laying down on the sand. I lay down close beside him, our legs touching against eachother.
"i want to talk to you about what happened that night." i blurt out softly, just from the plain moonlight i can see matts cheeks are a deep maroon. he nods "yeah." with a shaky sigh.
"i was an asshole, like proper crazy." he says in a serious tone.
"honest to god i think the fame was making me go insane, i thought i was so much better than.. everyone? i never shouldve told you like that, or moved in general" he rambles, guilt painted in his voice.
"matt, moving was best for you." i cut him off, but he instantly snaps back
"i don't think it was? i miss you so much."
i sit up, the loose sand falling off my back "and i never really moved on, i'm so grateful i found you tonight 'cause the guilt has been eating away at me, and im so sorry, i am so fucking sorry." matt mumbles slightly.
i nod understandably "i think we needed the break, i can see you've changed a lot, for the better."
matt sits up too, sand grains scattered in his brunette locks as his tongue pokes out quickly to wet his lips. his eyes stare into mine before he reaches out a hand to grab my jaw, right under my ear.
"can I kiss you?"
i nod frantically "yeah-of course"
matt leans in, his body shifting on the sand while the calm waves crash onto the shoreline.
his lips meet mine, a distant familiar feeling that i hate to admit but ive really missed, even though ive forced myself not to.
his tongue asks for enterance, which i quickly allow. his tongue slips into my mouth,
i move my hair to one side before hooking one leg over his thigh, moving my body to straddle him while keeping our lips connected.
our kiss turns from gentle, to desperate. craving what we've missed for the past 2 years.
after a well-needed few minutes, we finally pull away from each other to catch our breath. panting fills the air before he pulls me into a tight hug his arms moving over my back as i stay seated on his lap. leaning onto his chest.
"i think we should retry, everything." he matt says into my hair as i rest my chin over his shoulder
"gotta agree with you on that one matthew." i laugh, joy overpowering me.
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"matt there you fucking are!" a familiar voice yells from a few meters away. i look up, breaking matt and i's hug.
chris and nick are standing side by side with a shocked expression on their face. "holy shit!" nick laughs,
nick used to be one of my closest friends, but after the breakup with matt and i we were forced apart, i think after his brothers caught me ontop of matt it gave them the all clear to interact with me again.
i climb off of matts lap, running across the sand towards nick before leaping into his arms, the long fabric of my dress drowning nick.
"someone please fill me in" chris says cluelessly.
matt walks over to us 3, nick puts me down "uh yeah, we are retrying stuff after a chat, a really good one actually." he says, scratching the back of his head.
"oh my god thank you y/n, matt has not shut up about you for the past 2 years holy fuck." chris says after a dramatic gasp.
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this took so long to write i hope u guys really like it!
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sagelasters · 6 months ago
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to whoever stumbles upon this
this certain video popped up on my youtube feed just in time when i needed it. i just spent an hour crying in the bathroom, and i felt like there is a lot i want to let out. i've been into loa for a while, this account was created mainly to scroll through tumblr. i never plan to actually post something but...it just felt right to. the philosophy of our mind and ego fascinated me, multiple philosophers from classical and contemporary times have talked about it, they just defined it in their own terms (Plato, Aristole, etc).
Our world is build on limited beliefs and i know people will call me crazy, especially when i told them that everything starts within us. we are consciousness, we still consciousness without the five senses, what we assume to be true, it will show up on the physical realm. it took me two years to realize that and looking past my doubts. life is hard, i find that living is pain but it doesn't have to be that way. i was born in a chaotic, angry family where bitter adults tried to live through me because they couldn't achieve their dreams. they are always comparing themselves to their friends and relatives, why are other people thriving while we're suffering? i would ask myself that till i realized they had that horrible mindset in the first place.
Their mindset influenced me, i spent my childhood and teenage years shaming my own body. i confined myself in a shell of fear, never wanting to take risks and putting myself out there. i became cynical to avoid the disappointment i already had to face from dead-beat parent and abusive family. now i am 18, a month away from high school graduation, and 4 months away from attending university. i mourned for my teenage years, i regret not realizing sooner. but it's okay, i can start over, i can change my life. it doesn't hurt to try, im tired of holding myself back, im just so tired. persisting in my assumptions despite not seeing it in the 3D, doesn't hurt as much as trapping myself in this cycle of suffering. i know i was built for more, i know this reality isn't for me so i am changing it. i am in control.
if you allow your mind to be a place of war, constant fear and sadness, it'll reflect on your reality. now i know it's not easy to just be happy, staring at the reflection in the mirror, the smile forcing itself on your tear-streaked face. it takes a while to realize, to figure it all, but i promise it'll eventually hit you. when it does hit you, that's when you learn to practice, to make new assumptions.
i know this is pretty long, thank you for your time if you're still reading this. i really just had to get it out, ive been holding it back or didn't know how to articulate my ideas well. but for some reason clarity hit me and i couldn't miss the opportunity. we are limitless. we are not confined to suffering, as much as i am grateful for the life lessons it gave me. we are limitless. be kind to yourself, we were built to care, to be nourished in love for as long as our souls are tattered to this Earth. i know you can do this <3
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fictionfixations · 13 days ago
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This is so off topic but i really want to write a time travel fic of someone twst. Like an actual multichapter one not just the oneshot with silver and sebbie (and yuu) I blame the actual sebek time travel fic i read before i made it to book 7 And i blame the fact i had a dream where sebek had time traveled and like he was doing stuff to undo things and he got caught and they were waiting for him to explain and it was tense and somehow he ended up pretending to be asleep to get out of it and also did i forget to mention that I was sebek and it felt so real that for a few minutes i was just sitting there in bed still pretending to be asleep waiting for someone to leave and then slowly was trying to think like ‘..this doesnt feel like–’ cause sebek was like leaning on lilia’s shoulder ????? or something like that and i realized WAIT that was just a DREAM
Its wild. Like. there was this person who was like trying to get sebbie to stop threateningly like ‘i have a criminal record’ and he kept repeating it and its just aAAA (as in they arent afraid to get violent D:) IDK it felt like there was like some war going on in the background with lilia and malleus and some horrible thing was going to happen that sebek wanted to stop
And so it was in the library with something something secret passage that led to like 3 glowing blue balls (HAHA BALLS) on top of like a cushion in a box and i cant remember wtf they did just that they were important. I cant remember if it was a bad thing or not. I think that probably came from LoCF influence cause of the thing in the library crossman curse thingy whatever i forgot
But so it was really nerve wracking.
And i remember reading this fic with general lilia having a twin and it was started because the person writing it had dreams of it. And i was like woah thats cool. I dont think id have dreams like that but id like to.
HAHA i jinxed myself like months later cause wtf it felt weirdly real even though its nothing like my irl life. Like usually i get tricked because its taking place in locations ive been to before (i once had a dream i had a cat and i felt so sad because i didnt have one irl) but NOPE 
Anyway idk where silver was but it was strongly implied that it was in the past past like general lilia type past except malleus existed then too
Idk why sebek was there (or why i was sebek ??? i think i just got huge brainrot rfom that sebek time travel fic tbh)
but so . i was so hesitant to say something about it bc idk it felt weird so i sat on this for 4 days but weirdly enough i still remember a good chunk of it like the many details i just didnt write down originally
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..i feel like this is a sign i should write it. i just wish i knew what the balls were for 💀. i mean i think it was bad because the library was implied to be like in like their home or base right?? and he was trying to take it away. but he was gonna touch it with his bare hand idk dream logic causing dumb shit im pretty sure they're magical balls.
anyway i cant remember if he managed to get them or if he got caught or how?? did he get caught in the act? i mean how else would they be suspicious???
in the first place why are they not suspicious of him being there
like
like
did he somehow bullshit his way in there
like okay JP spoilers (i think it'll appear in the NEXT main story update on EN)
like how he was like describing to baur his grandpa (who is baur btw but baur doesnt know it i dont think?) and like how hes half fae and baur acknowledging him as one of them and is like 'well for all i know you could be a zigvolt' and like being accepting and its just like shfuisdhfuisehdij
but so anyway that worked so idk maybe it works for them. idfk what excuse he made up
aughhhh why do i have to have brainrot over this when im trying to write something else tho
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n3xii · 1 year ago
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30-day tarot spread challenge
today's spread is gonna be shadow work based since yesterday's reading suggested I needed to do more of this + dream work.
Day 2/30
Spread:
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card decks used: les vampires, tarot de la nuit
card one: anti hero | I chose my les vampires oracle deck to do this portion of the spread because I think decks like this are perfect for interpreting personas or archetypes. The card I got was anti-hero, ''maverick, risk taker, and rule breaker.'' I think this is accurate in some instances, to some people I think I do present myself as an antagonist in a comedic/unserious way. I present myself as someone who does not appreciate rules and institutions, and this had gotten me in arguments with family.
card two: ten of cups | ten of cups representing what I conceal or hide is very interesting because its true, i interpret the ten of cups as the family and the sentimental side of life. I've always been someone who doesnt like to be sentimental even in private at the risk of being seen as cheesy, I've always hated movies that are intentionally trying to make the audience cry, Ive always been hyper aware of how people try to invoke emotion, responding emotionally almost feels like im following a script. I cringe when certain people try to be vulnerable or sentimental especially with the intention of forcing a reaction from other people, rather than sharing something without any expectations afterwards. I've been this way since a kid, I do try to conceal being sentimental and emotional because I think I subconsciously want to avoid being someone who uses emotions to manipulate and get a reaction from others.
Card three, the hierophant | the card that represents my feminine self is the hierophant?? at first impressions, the hierophant is about societal norms, tradition, institutions, community, and essentially the archetype of a wise elder or professional. So with this in mind, I think this is possibly saying that the feminine aspect of me is traditional in a sense, shes a woman in the way society defines a woman. The card in the deck im using is depicted using a man, (like most decks) so I think this is saying that this feminine aspect of me is supplied by a male dominated society, shes defined by a very patriarchal view of what a woman should be. I do think this is true as I have written about trying to exile the male gaze from my own self-perception in my own journaling. going back to the first card where I portray myself as disobedient to norms and rules, I think it's important to point out how the actual feminine aspect of me is litterally the oppoiste of that. to some degree, the feminine traits in me are influence by societal norms and expectations, so although I'd like to think of myself as a rule breaker, i conform more than I'd like to admit.
card four: the three of pentacles | the three of pentacles representing the masculine in me makes me want to laugh for some reason. the three of pentacles on surface level is about teamwork, applying skills, planning, strategizing, inspiration, etc. So on first impressions, I wonder if my masculine traits present in a very practical way, perhaps when Im trying to help and work with other people or develop new skills? I think my masculine traits are positive but this makes me sad, because I wish my feminine traits also presented in a way that didn't contradict what I think I present to the world.
card five: death | death representing my whole self is kind of cunt. the culmination of all my traits and complexities is ultimately about transformation and rebirth. Death in this card deck is portrayed as a woman going to a festival to celebrate the dead, so alternately this represents celebration and gratitude, almost as if my whole self honors and celebrates the previous forms of me. my ''whole self'' is a graveyard of who I used to be, and a celebration of all the forms I've had to take to get here-, my whole self is ever evolving and honoring the past. I am a Scorpio rising and Venus so I think this accurately portrays my scorpion traits as well.
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twistedastrology · 7 months ago
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🪐 my take on the outer planets 🪐
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saturn is constantly given a bad rap just because it does its job- saturn's placement in your chart isn't always a bad thing- it can signify difficulties in that area of your life, yes, but it can also tell you what you have unwavering resolve in (especially if you're saturn ruled or saturn is positively aspected)
for example, my saturn is in my 1st house in leo (cancer rising) and I've seen people say that saturn in the 1st house can indicate a fear of growing old or being lonely, whatever- my personal experience with this placement is, ask anyone that knows me and they will tell you i am fucking petrified of losing myself- losing my mind, losing who i am and dying early are my worst fears (dreams in which im dying are NOT the best ive ever had 😮‍💨)
but as a result of this, i know myself SO well. i do think saturn in the 1st house can indicate issues with finding yourself IF it's afflicted, which mine isn't (thank god 💔💔💔)
im also very scared of growing out of touch with the world around me- dont get me wrong, i love being a hermit, but if im ever that old man that can't understand trends or whatever and is overly cynical of younger generations... dawg- take me the fuck out 😕
uranus i LOOOOVEEEEE and i think it stands for so much more than just rebellion- my uranus has a LOT of power in my chart (so does my neptune but they're in mutual reception 😮‍💨) because my moon is cusped (1° pisces, but i feel both pisces and aquarius influence 💔), and it and my mercury im pretty sure are why i think backwards as fuck- (fun fact, my mercury is FIRMLY direct but it likes to act like it's in retrograde 💔💔💔💔)
but!! more interestingly, i have a very specific mental process where whenever im goin thru it, i cant stay goin thru it for a while- if my brain is fucked up for a little too long and i start getting pissed about it, my uranus takes over and legitimately propels me through the pain in almost an instant. i could be going through something for weeks and once i start getting pissed about it or legitimately bored of it, the next day it's like nothing ever happened BUT i still learned from it
ofc I have to do something to trigger that effect, which is where my mars in cancer comes in and i do a workout to tap into the physical catharsis and BOOM, go to bed and wake up the next day a new man 🙏🙏🙏 god bless 🙏🙏🙏
neptune Ok i am not entirely sure what made whoever said neptune is the higher octave of venus think that but I've never been able to see it. this might be controversial as hell but neptune is the higher octave of the moon to me and jupiter is the higher octave of venus. THAT BEING SAID-
neptune is an absolutely fascinating planet to me lately and im not sure why- i do have a couple transit aspects with it right now but ive wanted to write about it literally all day now- U KNOW i might love it so much bc it's in my 8th house actually that would make sense- ANYWAY-
neptune to me is the source of all the visions from god i get, especially my creative ones- (source: it came to me in a vision from god.) the moon is a very creative placement in my opinion (i have a WILDLY different idea of the moon that i can go over in another post), so neptune follows a similar current, but neptune is higher creativity, higher emotion, etc- it's the planet of spirituality and the absolute depths of our subconscious, like to the point of past lives, that's the kinda shit neptune fucks with
but because it's also the higher octave of the moon, to me it can absolutely represent addictions and vices, everything garbage- personally, my neptune isn't very afflicted at all but i also have a major lack of earth in my chart so i Do find myself experiencing classic neptune-based paranoia sometimes- fuck dude i went neurotic for a week at one point, that was some serious neptune delusion- But my uranus/saturn pulled me back from it, because like i said, saturn makes me petrified of losing myself, so those two joined forces like "ya this shit ain't cool actually take it out back and shoot it"
i might make a post on specifically neptune stuff soon and/or right after this bc the hyperfixation is hyperfixating 💔💔
pluto i FUCK with because it's such a soul searchy planet (my 8th house is very active so ofc i fuck with pluto) in the darkest ways and i love that shit- jonathan davis has his pluto in a fucking mastery degree (29° virgo) and i am to this day like 😦 over it- and it makes SO much sense for him to have PLUTO of all planets in a mastery degree- and i have mine in 26° sag so like im not that far behind... 💔
but dude that's mastery of some SERIOUS transformative powers- that's mastery of the wildly darker shit in life and that is so fucking tight to me- i value that kinda stuff more than anything dude- probably why korn is my fav band (been listening to them as i write this 😭😭)
one thing abt pluto that i DONT agree with tho, and this is more of a scorpio thing BUT i know everyone loves to say scorpios are the sexy signs but dawg... it's cancers... i swear 2 god it's cancers- i will write an entire fucking post on cancers and why i HATE everyone's interpretations of them bc everyone's like "cnanncers are cRYBbaueiis and tHyeyre the most emOtIknal siGnsns 💔💔💔" Bro. Bro. Bro dont do me like that for the love of god. that shit made me hate my rising sign for SO long and also not relate to it!!!! then i started doin my own research and found out "Oh fuck nvm im totally a cancer"
BUT if you look at pluto like the actual God- nowhere in his mythology (that I read anyway- i could be wrong i dont wanna act like i know everything) does it say anything abt him ruling over sex or sumn like that- but everyone says pluto rules over sex!!!!!! Where!!!!!!!!!!! dawg they said he was a god of abundance bc he ruled over the underworld and gems and stuff were found underground 😭😭😭
i do think pluto fucks with taboo shit though But back in the ye olden days when astrology was being developed, sex was not taboo at all, that's a new development that i think uranus fucks with more because uranus is a very future focused planet in my humble opinion
i could definitely keep writing but i think this is already a novel SO- to specify tho, this is all my opinion of the planets, ive read PLEEEEEENTY of books and stuff so by no means do i not know how this shit works, but my uranus makes me rip everything apart and make my own take so 💔
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berry-hwa · 3 months ago
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PART V!!
guess who's backkkkkk after um...4 or so months ahahahahahwhawh ok i have no excuse. just have this chapter and enjoy :3 its pretty underwhelming and short for how long ive been gone with this series but i promise ill try to make up for it!! now go on and have fun reading
"That was really pleasant..."
She was walking down the hall to Eisuke's penthouse, feeling refreshed and relaxed from the small swimming session in the private pool. After their conversation had ended, Eisuke was a lot less annoying, and she actually found herself having quite a good time in the silence. She was leading the way, walking in front of Eisuke with confident and energized strides.
"This is the happiest you've seemed in the past 48 hours, was it that enjoyable?" Eisuke was following suit, his strides nice and slow behind her as he gazed out at the night view each time they passed a window.
"Of course it was. Swimming and living under the water is what I was born to do." She answered and came to a stop in front of the penthouse doors, turning to Eisuke and grabbing the doorknob. "Wow. You're quite slow, huh?"
Eisuke looked at her with an exasperated expression on his face, also approaching the door she stood at. Though, he was unfortunately far too late to enter the penthouse as she promptly opened the door — and swiftly closed it into his face.
She glanced back at the door with a slight giggle, making her way to the staircase to finally get some rest and sleep. She heard his footsteps behind her once again and just knew he was seeing red as she practically raced up the stairs.
"You think you're so funny, do you???" She heard him yell up to her from below, and she just had to stop, if only to get a glimpse at his angered face.
"Oh I'm aware. Thank you for the acknowledgement, Mr. Ichinomiya." She turned back to her path and climbed up the rest of the steps, a little more swift in her movements. She was finally in a good enough mood as she walked back to her room.
This, was just one of many days like such to come.
She went to sleep that night feeling refreshed and energized for the next day, which just so happened to be sunday. The schedule Mr. Kenzaki had given her said that she didn't start her work until the afternoon. She wasn't sure if that's what everyone's schedules were like, or if it was specifically Eisuke's influence, but she was still glad to be able to sleep in after such an exhausting day.
That dream of sleeping in would be crushed the moment she heard knocks at her bedroom door waking her up. She pulled the covers down to look at the door in confusion — and quite a bit of annoyance.
"Pretty Ladyyy~ rise and shineee!" Goodness gracious. That sounded like Baba behind the door. A soon-to-not-be-behind-door Baba, as he opened the door just moments after he spoke.
"Oh, I figured you were sleeping! Good morning." He smiled as he looked inside at her, before just waltzing in. Was he going to keep waking her up like this???
"Baba..." She pulled the covers down even more so to look at the man as he made his way over to the closed curtains. "Do you know what time it is...?"
"Of course!" He grabbed the curtains and swiftly slid them to each side of the window, letting in the morning sunlight which had Mira groaning and hissing as her eyes fought to adjust. "It's currently half past ten!"
"I don't start work until after lunchtime..." She pulled the covers back over her head and grumbled. So much for trying to keep the room as dark as possible.
"Uh huh...well, you're coming with me!"
"Coming with you where...?" She muttered under her blanket, before she felt it being removed from her head and saw Baba standing over her.
"Out in the town, of course!" Even his smile looked too bright at that moment. It was too early for this, surely.
"...Why...?" Mira rubbed at her eyes, not exactly making sense of anything.
"Eisuke realized you didn't have any clothes to wear outside of your uniform...so I convinced him to take you shopping today!"
Oh. Wow. How...generous.
What would be more generous is if they had let her sleep more though!
"But I'm working today..." She grabbed the blanket from Baba's hand and pulled it over her shoulders, turning over with her head in the pillows.
"You don't need to worry about that! Eisuke already arranged a day off for you, so you can enjoy yourself allll you'd like today." Why would he...nevermind. Maybe she shouldn't question that man, ever.
"...Do I have to???" She grumbled again. Just five more minutes would be enough. Maybe she could convince Baba...
"I think Eisuke would get really pissy about it, so it's better if you just come with. Aren't you excited to pick out new clothes?" Maybe there was no convincing him.
"I don't see the point...I plan to louse around in these pajamas and my uniform while I stay here anyway, would Eisuke have a problem with that too?" She looked over at the thief, eyes squinting at him. His smile never left his face.
"If you don't wanna get up yourself, I can help you out." She saw a mischievous look cross his face right before she felt his arms under her knees and her back — which almost immediately had her wide awake.
"No no no! Don't pick me up! I'll get up!" The thief smiled and removed his hands from Mira.
"Great! I'll be waiting downstairs." He turned his heel to leave, pausing before heading out. "Oh! I left your new clothes for today by your bed. Don't forget to wear them, kay?"
She resisted the urge to groan into her pillows as he left the room for her to change.
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"This is so tiring..."
"Should I carry you on my back?"
"...No, thank you."
After she'd gotten dressed and headed downstairs, she was met with Eisuke and Baba chatting by the door. Well. It was Baba doing most of the chatting with a practically still-asleep Eisuke, but he surprisingly greeted her when he saw her approach them. Right after that she was rushed out of the hotel and into Eisuke's limousine that she was nearly far too uncomfortable using, and they spent the next few minutes of the ride in silence as Baba talked both of their ears off.
Now they had been walking around different shops and malls for three whole hours and Mira's feet were about to kill her off. Never had she walked this much without a break. But no, Eisuke just kept dragging her around in various stores, be it a shoe store, a clothing store or a jewelry store. What did she need any of these for, you may ask? "Because you need to look presentable next to me" as Eisuke said.
"If you're tired, sit down somewhere. Don't slow us down." Eisuke butted in, walking in front of her and Baba.
"Have you considered...I'm tired because of the heels you put me in???" Who the hell walks around on a casual shopping day in 4 inch heels?! She was seriously considering going barefoot or even taking Baba up on his offer to carry her on his back.
"That's not my problem." Oh she was gonna kill him. For sure.
"...If they're bothering you that badly, go in there and get something comfortable." He suddenly stopped and took out his card, turning to her and pointing at a shoe store nearby.
What.
"Huh."
"Boss?" Even Baba seemed surprised.
"What are you gawking at? Don't keep me waiting here."
Well then...alright. She took the card out of Eisuke's hand and bowed in a silent thank you.
"...I didn't think he'd do that!" Baba whispered as they passed by Eisuke. "He actually kinda beat me to it..."
"You would get me comfortable shoes?" She discreetly held onto the thief's arm, slowing down and struggling with each step.
"Of course I would! Beauty is a definite pain, and no woman should have to go through that for the sake of publicity."
"...That's actually quite nice of you to say. Thank you." She looked up at the man who just quietly smiled back at her and helped her inside the store.
She would've been selecting the shoes herself had Baba not forced her to sit down and rest her legs as he looked around for her, occasionally showing her some she might've liked.
"How about these?"
"...Sure, I'll try them on." She rolled her shoulders back and and stretched her body, finally feeling somewhat relaxed.
"You really aren't fit for walking, huh?" Baba chuckled. "I give great massages, by the way."
"Do you now?" She slipped out of the heels and sighed in delight and relief when she felt the plush and comfort of the sneakers.
"These...these are great. Amazing even..." She could fall asleep in the middle of the store, dare she say.
"Yeah? I'll pay for them, you just sit tight."
And they left the store, Mira's legs killing her a little less now as they carried her heels in a bag. The new sneakers were a blessing from the heavens.
"You took exactly 7 minutes and 52 seconds. Not bad." Eisuke placed his phone in his pocket and adjusted his suit as they approached him.
"You were timing us...?" She questioned, watching as Baba handed his card over back to him.
"No. I was just keeping track of time. Now let's continue."
"We're not done???" She nearly gaped as he carelessly walked past the two of them. Just how much time and money did he have to spend?
"I think we're far from done..." Baba let out an exasperated sigh and slipped his arm around her arm. "C'mon, let's not fall behind!"
This was going to be a very long day.
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After a ridiculous amount of said time, money, Eisuke's judgemental gazes, "No"s, "Not this one"s, "Change"s and other various comments on what she wore and tried on, they finally decided to call it a day and head back to the hotel right around 6PM. Mira felt a little bad as she watched assistants haul everything they(Eisuke) bought up to the penthouse and would've helped them had Eisuke not interrupted her by saying it was their job to do so. More asshole points for him, how lovely.
She was met with a silent penthouse when they arrived, surprised to see just Ota sketching away in a sketchbook.
"Hey Ota! I need to discuss stuff with boss for a sec, I'll join you two later okay? Don't run off!" Baba followed Eisuke up the stairs, hauling all the bags along with him and leaving Mira and Ota all alone.
...
Well. This is a tad awkward.
"...Good evening." She bowed a bit as she approached the lounging area where the artist sat, hardly sparing her a glance.
"Hey." He returned to sketching just like that.
"..."
"..."
Alright. If she had to deal with this at some point, she might as well do it while the opportunity is right there in front of her.
"Ota."
"Hm?"
"I want to have a talk with you." She spoke with a firm tone. She only hoped it wouldn't scare him off this time, too.
"...About what?" His eyes didn't leave the sketchbook. In fact, he seemed to be looking even more intensely now at the page he was drawing on.
"Well. You've been acting weird, specifically around me." She took a seat in one of the chairs, far enough from Ota that she hoped it wouldn't intimidate him. "Are you just not used to having someone new around?...Or is there more to it? To me?"
She saw his hand pause on the page, his body noticably tensing up at the question.
"You're making weird accusations." He huffed and casually continued working in his notebook.
Right. So that's what he's gonna be like, huh.
She'd have to up the ante.
"That's a bold faced lie if I've ever seen one." She relaxed into the chair, her eyes baring holes through the artist as he did his best to avoid eye contact.
"Since when were you a lie detector?"
"Who knows if I am one or not? I know you certainly wouldn't, with the way you've barely spared me a glance."
"Mind reading wouldn't be possible even for mermaids." He sternly replied and Mira saw his pencil digging into the page the longer they conversed. Or, well, the longer she dwelled in the man's presence.
"How would you know that?" He paused again. Hah.
Caught him hook, line and sinker.
"Because- that's an obvious fact." Ota promptly resumed sketching away. At this point she was certain if she took a look at the page he was drawing on, she'd be met with a jumbled mess of scribbles.
This still wasn't working. He was just social distancing from her.
Well, what sort of a mermaid heroine would she be if she just gave up like that? For oceans sake, she's staying at this hotel for a man who bought her from a black market auction and has the potential to save her entire species. Could she have any less resolve?
As tough as nuts may be, they'll all eventually crack under some pressure.
One just needed to be patient and apply that steady, constant pressure to see the results of her hard work.
"To whom is it obvious? For all anyone knows, mermaids could have a sort of technology no human could ever hope to dream of having." She continued, hoping to steal his attention for a little longer. "They could be anything anyone could think of. To some they're goddesses, to some they are monsters...who's to say what's in between those two ends?"
"You talk like you're not a mermaid yourself." He grumbled under his breath.
"That wasn't the answer to my question." She noticed his eyebrow twitch as he willed himself to concentrate on the page in front of him. "Should I repeat it for you?"
"No!" Oh, wow... "I mean...just- be quiet! Can't you see I'm trying to focus?"
And she's finally cracked him.
"...If you wanted to focus, would you be sitting here before me right now?" She leaned forward, rising to her feet and towering over Ota with a fierce, yet an equally neutral gaze as she could muster. His eyes flickered up at her for but a millisecond.
"You knew I was out of the penthouse and would've come around anytime. You also know that the guys might've unexpectadly joined you here sooner or later. Yet you say you're trying to focus, knowing full well that's impossible for you right now."
His eyes finally found hers. She felt him stiffen up again. If she didn't know any better, she might've thought he was afraid of her.
"How many more lies must I have to weasel out of you before I reach the truth?"
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alicenpai · 1 year ago
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i am!! playing tales of symphonia!!! ive dreamed of this for so long!!!
i made a rule to myself that after anime north i wouldnt draw for at least 2 weeks (my body is still super sore from the con + this will also help me avoid burnout) and so im picking up games instead. playing all of the games that i missed out during con prep. one of my policies is that when life gets busy (e.g. during con prep, during school semesters in the past) that i wouldnt touch games... it's a very time consuming hobby that would definitely take away from my current task at hand. after all, i know i wouldn't have restraints and i'd play until 3 AM.............
i'm playing tales of symphonia on the gamecube right now and loving it! i have a feeling at the end i'll cry out of every pore on my body... it's a game i saw as a child and maybe played a little of, but i obviously didn't get very far. so i've always dreamed of having time to play it ;3;
also lloyd's design is one of my all time favourite character designs, it's always been in the back of my mind. can i just gush about it as a character designer. there's something about the red, black and brown that go so well together... the metal buttons juxtaposed with the belts and the cuffed gloves... it's very earthly and simple, and shows he's the son of a humble craftsman. the red complements the humble browns well, but also contrasts, and represents lloyd's more brash and bold nature. tales of games have such wonderful designs, i think they had a great influence on my OCs even though i never really played them until now (maybe jrpgs in general). (and my first was tales of phantasia a couple of years ago)
my brain wants to draw tales of symphonia... im gonna break my 2 week rule probably... anyways, i made these little borderless charms for AN below and im obsessed with how they turned out.. theyre like little gummy candies i can put in my mouf.......... i want gummy lloyd and colette!!!!!! soon!!!!!!!!!!!
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forgottenvalentina · 3 months ago
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OOC | Vasilieva & Malconaire
ok friends so ive been thinking a bit abt valentina & macdara: the early years, and like...idr when i ~said that valentina's mama kicked the bucket, but if i said it was earlier than this im lowkey retconning it bc!! ok so valentina's mom was in fact ~worse than valentina, herself, and i feel like this comparison maybe made bran think, initially, that maybe valentina was a lil ~better than ~she actually is???? that she was just being pushed into things by the pernicious influence of her mother and that maybe he could even rescue her from that and help her be her best self???? i do think her mom died pr early on in the marriage, and for a couple years after that, bran probs tried to give her the ~grief benefit of the doubt, perhaps??? but he was an idealist, i feel like, and valentina is ultimately a pessimist and yeahhh
to a degree, i think he was right, tho. i mean, i do think valentina always ~was worse than bran maybe initially imagined, and i do think she was always ~going to be, but i do think that his influence over time might have helped her tamp down on that a bit, helped show her a better way, etc, after her mom died?? if roderick and the riverbend had all happened later in time and hadn't just overpowered her w her past trauma rising up to meet her and bringing out the worst in her re: her survival instincts, bc i do think she's...
well, her family crest is the serpent, right? and i do think she's a bit of a viper, yknow, she strikes when she feels backed into a corner, like...that's the bit w bran's will, too, in a way. first she clams up, can't breathe, can't move, then she does the conniving to get out of it and, like, interestingly i think in the [ comment w sebastian ] we're getting to see that a bit. she's cowered, now she's feeling panicky but safe-ish again, but like she has to act in order to maintain that safety, and so she lies in wait, looks for weaknesses she can pounce upon, but yeah this time obv on a much smaller scale but she'll never make the mistake of trusting/underestimating sebastian again and, where she's been team arthur this whole time, this might just push her into @forgottenedmund 's camp (i know!!!! the ally he's been wanting this whole time more than anything!!! lkasjdflkjsdf) esp w the guin thing falling through and arthur going rogue and no longer appearing for some reason???????
anyway!!!!!!!! got distracted there for a hot minute but yeah!! i do think there was a future in which maybe there could've been a better valentina??? not much better and ultimately i think post!bra's death she was always gonna more or less revert tho def w more hand-wringing/more slowly over time etc due to the trauma steam rolling her again but yeah!! basically i do think bran probs initially believed he was leaving his girls in better hands, if smth ever happened to him, than he actually was!
also some bran/valentina wedding details i dreamed up, bc i feel like they sort of ~mingled the vasilieva/malconaire traditions a bit?
VASILIEVA STUFF
bran (the way i wrote that 'brain' at first alksjdflkjdsf) 100% had to pay her mom!!!!!!!! also the dower house got DECKED OUT i can tell you but that was separate from the bride ransom bc you think ~valentina is grasping?!?!!??!!! ;DDDD anyway she refused several times to get more and more for herself out of him before finally handing valentina over
both sets of kids were roped into the kidnapping thing
malconaire was feted all week a la vasilieva but unlike in vasilieva where its the couple being feted by the ppl it was bran like feting the ppl in thanskgiving for being welcoming to his new bride basically and valentina and her mom were like what??? is???? happening??????? anyway the grand feast was kicked off w the traditional astairan goose
the wedding gifts were exchanged between the couple
an axe was carried through the door to start the ceremony, but by valentina's mom instead of bran's (valentina: aww yes a fun symbol of my whole life so far)
in place of a shaman to predict the future, an astairan seer blessed the union
they were married in summer for good luck
the mourning songs were skipped bc this was valentina's second wedding and therefore the young girl in her had symbolically already died
there was no crowning bc i feel like bran probs considered it unseemly and above their station or whatever since they'd not been selected in the kingsmoot etc (the vasilievas like 'hold up...the whaT') and he was on the queen's regency council and given that it just seemed like he was making a statment(tm) he def didn't wanna make
there was a procession and bran cast coins and such all the way
they mingled the doll/figure thing of vasilieva w the guardian statue thing of astaira and did use the figure to catch well wishes/ward off weather and bad omens etc, but instead of keeping it a la vasilieva presented it to the guardians a la astaira
valentina did wear red but instead of the traditional sarafan of vasilieva, she wore an astairan gown; she ~did wear a kikoshnik but in astairan bridal blue
in lieu of the astairan handfasting ribbons, a stole/scarf was used in the vasilievan tradition
MALCONAIRE STUFF
they said their traditional astairan elemental oaths before the guardians in the hearing of all
as stated above, she wore a traditional astairan gown but in vasilieva red, and a traditional vasilieva headdress but in traditional astairan blue; the (blue) belt around her waist was tied w traditional astairan (celtic) knots and the red dress was flowy and intricately embroidered (by rosie herself as a gift to her new stepmother)
they probs eschewed the handkerchief, largely bc idk what everyone's ages were but i doubt there was much hope of future children? but i might've done my math wrong hahaha if i did tho they probs ~did do that? (if i did my math right she was 38 at the time of the marriage which probs would've made having a baby a lil dangerous at that time tho its certainly not unheard of for women to have children well into their 40s even in the middle ages so???? idk!!)
they had the big wedding goose feast but out amongst the ppl ~after the wedding to again mingle traditions
the astairan guardian statue tradition was mingled w the vasilievan doll/figure one as mentioned above
bells were used as they walked down the aisle and in lieu of the vasilieva 'bitter' tradition to make the couple kiss and maintain the warding off evil astairan tradition
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shifuto · 1 year ago
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@zexalmonth 2023
28th- Death upright | Endings, change, transformation, transition How’s the future for Zexal characters? Show us what you think a Zexal character (or several) are doing post-series or how they look when they grow up?
I believe most of them are still living in Heartland (but still travel elsewhere etc) and I thought of some cool careers and things they could be doing:
Yuma - pro duelist this was a given considering it was his dream, only fair to make it come true when he's grown up
Astral - warrior/protector, interdimensional researcher his role in Astral-Barian World remains the same. After the worlds were forcibly fused together, there need to be someone to keep all that Chaos in check so that the Astralians don't disappear. He also helps with pooling interdimensional knowledge since he, himself, is not human and lives in somewhere other than Earth
Kotori - kindergarten teacher I think she would make a good teacher and her likeable and caring personality would be popular among little kids and their moms
Ryoga - marine biologist and/or interdimensional researcher Shark was never extremely passionate about dueling and I believe all that drama throughout the series would definitely drive him away from dueling professionally again, I do see him as a scientist though. As Astral, he has experience first hand with being non-human (formerly)
Kaito - engineer, interdimensional researcher already things he was from the start of the series, so no massive changes except for his age and being more experienced (eventually taking over his father's laboratory)
Rio - pro duelist, model, actor, athlete she showed how much she is capable of so it's only natural that she would hone those skills and have an active life doing several different things. She preferred modeling for environmental causes, acting in stage/theater and competing in winter sports
Tetsuo - pro skater, model, maybe also pro duelist I think it would be so much fun if Tetsuo started skating professionally and I can totally see him rocking urban/alternative apparel and making a lot of money/fame as a model
Tokunosuke - "entrepreneur" he's still swindling people, just a little bit smarter about it
Cathy - pet groomer of course she will work with animals, what did you think?
Takashi - paralegal don't see him as a lawyer but I do see him working in justice. That was pretty much a given, considering his personality
Anna - pro duelist and stunt performer it would be freaking hilarious to see her as a stuntperson so, why not?
Haruto - interdimensional research assistent by choice, Haruto doesn't get involved directly in his family's research, so he takes on a organizational and administrative role more
III - historian, researcher, writer I like to think that III had a very important role in the ongoing discovery of all interdimensional things due to his profound knowledge of the past and how it influences today. He never sought fame but it comes to him anyway with all his published papers
IV - pro duelist, model all that interdimensional stuff? He's not interested in the slightest. IV duels his way to the top of the top and, as usual, he's very smug about it. He can be, he's that good
Durbe - professor (perhaps a specialist in linguistics) I can't see Durbe as anything else than an academic, he just has that vibe going on for him
Vector - ??? who even know about Vector. He's rich, somehow. He comes and goes as he pleases and when people ask he says something like "don't worry about it ;-)"
Alito - bartender, dancer I'd love to see Alito excelling in all kinds of dances, receiving accolades because of just how skilled he is, and working in the local nightlife seems like it would suit him
Gilag - bodybuilder, strongman yeah, that's about it. He's got the muscles for it, he should use them
Mizael - interdimensional researcher it was surprisingly tricky to figure him out? And I feel like he takes on a more mixed role, not too hands-on and not too detached either. He's mainly helping the Tenjos with in-field research
most of the other characters I didn't mention here are most likely following the same path as the show.. Fuya is still an actor; Faker, Byron/Tron and V are scientists and interdimensional researchers; Droite is a manager and Gauche is a pro duelist/wrestler
in most my headcanons, everyone was resurrected by the Numeron Code including Don Thousand. I'm unsure of his role but he would stand together with Eliphas in Astral-Barian World, their roles as the most powerful beings (akin to gods) would be to maintain the harmony. Ena would be more of a messenger and mediator. As Vector, Number 96 would be mysterious, but he mostly stays in that world, challenging Astral to duels here and then
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Hi! This is a question more geared towards insight on your own writing process and the conceptualization of FMN rather than a what if or plot question. I was wondering if you’ve always had a clear vision of Luke and Aemond ending up together, and building Luke’s trauma with that in mind, or have you gone back and forth about the two of them getting together? I guess I’m asking because I find it really difficult to support Aemond or their relationship because he r*ped Luke. It’s hard to read a story like this and learn all the assaults that Luke has been through, all the times he has had his choice and sexual agency taken away, only to then see him end up with someone who assaulted him. I know a lot of readers are rooting for Aemond, but I find it difficult to because of this. He could have so easily not brought that into their relationship. If he really loves Luke, and has truly changed, why do this?
Did you debate with yourself whether to add this sexual component because doing so would taint whatever future they have together? It’s just heartbreaking to see Luke end up with someone who abused him. Aemond (although unknowingly) is taking advantage of Luke’s trauma which influences his opinion on what Aemond did as not being r*pe. To be clear, this is definitely not me being like “oh if you love Aemond in FMN you support r*pe.” This is a complex story and I’m not shaming anyone for wanting them to be together. It’s just me saying: it’s hard to read and it makes me sad to imagine Luke being tied to someone who assaulted him, no matter how soft or how it was from a place of love. This is a question on your writing process: knowing Lucemond will be endgame vs waffling back and forth influences how one writes. But I guess I’m also asking if it’s okay with you to really not want them to be together when the majority of readers seem to want to see their endgame?
You not wanting Luke to end up with Aemond is completely understandable, just as your point about Luke ending up with someone who yet again taking away his choice/agency is incredibly valid. Going into this I’ve always had a clear cut ending for the story as well as my initial outlines which Ive mostly been following to a t this entire time except for a few things here and there. However, I think most writers would agree with me when I say that sometimes characters just sort of write themselves? Deviating from my initial plans on their character arc for the modern world as well as what their overall personality was/is supposed to be.
Aemond was always meant to be this very flawed guy who simply wants to do better and is trying his hardest to be what he feels to is a good person, however there is an internal struggle with his selfishness. When you’ve committed genocide, butchered children and the elderly as well as taken a woman who you initially thought was nothing more than helpless wet nurse as your war prize in the past it’s easy to think that doing anything outside of as well as condemning those actions would automatically make you a better person. And I know our normal talks around here are mostly about Aemond being this sweet lover boy but in FMN canon he’s in this morally ambiguous gray area rather than your average good guy (I put him in the same category as a Daemon who is an entire essay by himself considering his inappropriate relationship with Rhaenyra in the past and making the decision to do the same thing over again in their present without truly giving her a chance to learn who she is without him because of selfishness’s)
Now don’t get me wrong, Aemond WANTS to be good, and is putting in the steps to do so. But at heart he’s still battling that deep seeded selfishness that thinks of what a happy life he and Luke can have together rather than going “hmm, but what does Luke himself want? Does he have goals? Aspirations? Dreams that don’t involve a man at his side?” He’ll get to the point, but at this current moment in time a lot of his actions are very selfish even when he feels he isn’t being just that.
As of the club scene in chapter 31; that decision to cross those sexual bounds wasn’t something I was planning on doing from the beginning but just sort of happened. Though this definitely does taint things going forward seeing as Luke wouldn’t have wanted things to go this far with the man who killed him if he was still “Lucerys”
I felt it going down this path makes sense for both their characters though it will come back to bite them in the ass. Luke is someone who uses sex as not only a coping mechanism but to gauge whether or not his feelings are returned. While on the other hand, Aemond is too selfish to think about how this event (and a sexual relationship going forward in general) will affect Luke when he does remember. Again, its not that he won’t be able to see why this would make Luke feel taken advantage of or played, but that he’s too busy thinking of their future wedding and how many kids they’re going to adopt to sit back for a moment as ask himself these questions.
Not wanting these two to end up together is 100% okay and as i’ve said before I always understand those are aren’t rooting for them because even though his decisions weren’t made with hurting Luke in mind, that will be the outcome. He has taken advantage despite not realizing it and a relationship built off of that would be very hard to navigate once time comes because these two truly do love one another. But a question I want to ask everyone is “is love and someone seeing the error of their ways enough of a reason to forgive these actions?”
Also, in Aemond’s mind the words “rape” don’t pertain to their situation. “Taken advantage of” absolutely. “Led astray” works as well. But that selfishness won’t hear the words “rape by deception” and agree. Mostly because he’s ignorant to the many different forms of rape which is a societal issues as well as a personal one due to ignorance. To Aemond, rape is holding someone down, touching them although they haven’t exactly said yes and are clearly uncomfortable, having sex with someone who’s drunk or under the influence although you yourself are stone cold sober, and every other way rape is mostly depicted in media as I don’t usually see rape by deceit showcased as a valid form of assault (there was one episode of law and order SVU I vaguely remember but it was very surface level)
This is a major character flaw, specifically when taking into account that this story heavily revolves around the effects of sexual abuse. Can he grow and come to see that if he continues to take his sexual relationship with Luke any further then it’s in fact rape? Yes, but is he mature enough at the point to even take the first step which is acknowledging his actions.
Another thing that I’ve kept to myself is that from the very beginning, whenever I say that Lucemond will be endgame, this doesn’t mean they’ll be together at their current ages and places in life as they are now. Both of them (especially Luke) need time to grow as people. Luke needs to go out into the world on his own and heal from his truama’s rather than focusing on being a good boyfriend just as Aemond needs to work on his morality. What he feels is right and wrong as well as unlearn that selfishness from his first life that still has a hold on him.
Overall, FMN is a complex story. There is no wrong side to choose as everyone here is flawed with their own set of traumas. It’s valid to like Aemond just as it’s valid for him to leave a bad taste in your mouth.
In the end, being team Luke getting justice for what he’s been made to endure and learning to be happy with himself to the point where he can look in the mirror and say “i love you. You deserve happiness” is all that matters.
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molloytheboy · 1 year ago
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tagged by @esinofsardis
Are you named after anyone?
Deadname: nope just a name my mom liked and also potentially chosen from the Bible but idk how much influence my grandparents had over it so maybe not Actual name: also no, just a name I've always liked :) and also it had to start with an F so my initials can be FAB
When was the last time you cried?
genuinely can't remember i just know it had smth to do with my last breakup
Do you have kids?
no and I thank god every day
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
only here and with ppl im really close to. too awkward to try it with others and half the time they don't pick up on it bc they don't expect it from me and/or my delivery is shit
What sport do you play/have you played?
none. closest i ever got was being decent at basketball in gym class
What’s the first thing you notice about other people?
general vibes and if they're wearing something cute/cool
Eye color?
blue grey
Scary movies or happy endings?
both, but not necessarily at the same time
Any special talents?
writing and im decent at singing
Where were you born?
Kentucky
What are your hobbies?
reading, writing, video games (story based rpgs mostly)
Do you have any pets?
not currently, but ive had all kinds of pets in the past, warm and cold blooded. love animals
How tall are you?
5'8"
Fave subject in school?
whatever science class I was currently taking. really enjoyed chemistry actually
Dream job?
used to be working with big cats at a sanctuary but now idk man i just want enough money to live and enough time away from work to do it. and im thinking about going back to school to be a vet tech
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mary-maud · 1 year ago
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over the past few days ive been hit with an odd wave of nostalgia for the period of time in the uk when i was a teen and pre-teen (about 2005-2013). i had an awful time as a teenager and didn’t really partake in anything going on around me, which is maybe why I’m reminiscing. I’m even fondly remembering stuff that I thought was utter crap at the time. The era I mean is the indie rock/emo/myspace/bebo era. I wasn’t that active online and I didn’t even really like the pop and indie in the charts at the time, I took it totally for granted. It was just background noise to me, but now that the background noise is so different, I feel really nostalgic for that time. All the home-grown pop culture is totally gone. It’s a kaleidoscope in my head of Alexa Chung, the Arctic Monkeys, Amy Winehouse, The View (never huge but I LOVED them and still do), Radio 1, Topshop, Mulberry (in my dreams), cheap club nights, cigarette smoke everywhere, too much eyeliner, fringes, brogues, floral prints, lots of leather jackets for some reason… the general vibe of that era is impossible to put into words accurately, as I’m relying on my own personal muddled perception. I think about Christmas colours (red, green, brown, deep purple, silver and gold), florals, leather, faux fur, wool… in my mid-teens charity shops had a renaissance and got rid of the emo-ish vibe and opened up the style possibilities a bit more… it was the antithesis of the horrible Instagram aesthetic that followed afterwards (American-led, porn-influenced, drag queen makeup, beige and greige everywhere). This is not meant to be an America Bad post, but I’ve never liked American style, aesthetics or values and they’re totally impossible to get away from now. I despise glossy shit; I want the rougher, more creative Britain back, but I know it’s never going to happen. American influence sucks all the vitality out of everywhere else creatively.
I have no conclusion to this post; just trying to marshal my thoughts.
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asoiafandotherbooks · 1 year ago
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ASOIAF: Calendar Thoughts
I received my 2024 A Song Of Ice And Fire Calendar yesterday.  The illustrations are by Justin Sweet. I’m not an artist, I don’t know the technical details of different art styles but when I look at Sweet’s illustrations, the words “moody” and “atmospheric” come to mind.
The back cover states “Here we see the faces of those who have molded the kingdom and a people, as we travel from Westeros’s history from the ancient past to the present day. From the days of legend through the tumultuous reign of the Targaryens and into the years following Robert’s Rebellion, key figures have influenced or altered the course of Westerosi history, whether knowingly or not”.
I love that we get portrayals of various periods of Westerosi history and not just the common portrayals of the following eras: The Conquest, the Dance of the Dragons, Robert’s Rebellion, and the War of the Five Kings. Westeros along with Essos and Sothorys has a vast history of lore – let the artists unleash it!
The illustrations are gorgeous, with most focusing of the mystical side of Westerosi history.
The cover, and May’s image is Lyanna Stark walking beneath a weirwood with Rhaegar Targaryen observing (stalking?) her in the background. When the cover image for the calendar was released, there was speculation was the couple could be Lyanna/Rhaegar or Aemond Targaryen/Alys Rivers. The blue roses in the image clearly marks it as Lyanna/Rhaegar. The shrouded Rhaegar in the background makes his motivations unclear – is he a lovestruck suitor or an obsessed stalker? Is this when Lyanna was kidnapped/ran away?
Lyanna & Rhaegar’s impact of history is obvious – their relationship, consensual or otherwise, led to the overthrow of the Targaryen dynasty and established Robert Baratheon as the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. Their son, Jon Snow, is the child of “fire and ice” which will hopefully amount to more in the books than it did in the show.
January’s image is Coldhands. It has all the standard Coldhands identification marks: hood obscuring the face, raggedy night’s watch attire. Black hands, ravens, decaying moose.
What is Coldhand’s impact on history? Hard to say since his identity is unknown. Is he one of the Last Hero’s companions? The Last Hero himself? The former Night King? One of the million Brandon Starks? Danny Flint? A member of the Raven’s teeth that accompanied Bloodraven to the Wall? Benjen Stark? None of the above? All of the above? Until we learn his true identity, his actual impact on history is unknown.
The last greenseer/the three-eyed crow-raven/Bloodraven is February’s image. It features an ancient, skeletal Brynden Rivers entwined in the tree in the underground cave with one of the Children of the Forest sitting alongside him.
Brynden “Bloodraven” Rivers’s had a huge impact on Westerosi public. He was one of Aegon IV’s “Great Bastards”, responsible for the defeat of multiple Blackfyre rebellions and Hand of the King to multiple rulers. During Aerys I’s reign, he essentially ran the country. He also became the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch. Those are facts known to the Westerosi public. He is now mentoring Bran to become a greenseer. Throw in all the fandom theories – was he pruning the Targaryen bloodline to ensure the “Prince That Was Promised” was born? Did he have a hand in Summerhall? Is he Craster’s father? Is he Melisandre’s father? Did he attempt to open Euron’s third eye? Did that cause/worsen Euron’s insanity? Did he send the Direwolves to the Stark children? Did he send the weirwood dream to Jaime? We have one of the most impactful yet mysterious characters in the series – is he good, bad, a bit of both?
March’s image brings us the Drowned God and his Mermaid wife: “For a thousand years and seven he reigned here, Aeron recalled. He took his mermaid wife and planned his wars against the Storm God.”  Not much to say here except that I enjoy the Ironborn lore. The belief in the Storm God had to be more wide-spread thousands of years ago, as the Storm Gods are involved in the Storm’s End and yet he’s warring with the  Drowned God clear across the continent of Westeros. Does the Storm God and Drowned God count as “Old Gods” of the North or not? If they don’t, are the Old Gods of the North considered older?
Shiera Seastar is April’s image. Shiera’s image is of her stepping into a pool of blood. A basic image that is spiced up by the pool of blood as a reference to the rumor that Shiera bathed in blood. The only known impact of Shiera is being one of Aegon Iv’s Great Bastards and worsening a rivalry between Bloodraven and Bittersteel. She was Bloodraven’s lover but was she involved in his plans? We don’t know.
June is Aerys “The Mad King” Targaryen on his throne, haunted by ghosts. Rhaegar may have started the fire that led to the overthrow of the Targaryen dynasty, but Aerys drenched it in wildfire to ensure the destruction would be permanent. His impact on the story is felt in the modern day by Viserys, Daenerys, and Jaime.
The two-page spread is of Rhaenys riding Meraxes. Rhaeny’s clothing looks like Dany’s Dothraki outfits. I assumed it was Dany until I read the caption. Rhaenys was one of the Targaryens involved in the Conquest of Westeros and died during the First Dornish War. The true impact of Rhaenys becomes clearer if the theories of Aegon the Conqueror’s sterility are true because if would mean all the succeeding Targaryen generations would be descended from Rhaenys, and only Rhaenys.
July is Bael the Bard performing for “Lord Stark” and his daughter. The timeline is unclear for Bael the Bard. It couldn’t have happened post-Conquest but if took place pre-Conquest it should be “King Stark”. If it even happened, it could simply be a popular tale. If the Bael the Bard is an actual figure, then he fathered a future Lord/King Stark and thus the Starks have Wilding blood ties. The Bael the Bard story is also a nod to Rhaegar and Lyanna. The one nitpick I have with this image is Bael’s clothes resemble an outfit from the Renaissance era and I can’t see a wilding from beyond the Wall wearing those type of clothes. Or Northmen in general.
Daenerys sitting by Drogon is August’s image. Daenerys is one of the main characters of the ASOIAF. She became the Mother of Dragon and the Breaker of Chains. I don’t think she will succeed in restoring the Targaryen dynasty but we’ll see.
Sandor Clegane, standing on a pile of corpses with his helm’s hound, is September’s image. Odd choice for a “figures impacting history” calendar. He’s a fan favorite but what has he done that’s impacted Westerosi history? Killed a child? Fled from battle? Attempted to ransom another child? Became the Grave Digger? The closest Sandor has come to impacting history would be the various times he’s saved Loras, Arya, and Sansa but as those three haven’t had much “historical impact” it’s a stretch to consider Sandor a history maker.
October’s image is the Last Hero battling the Others and their Ice Spiders.  The Last Hero has a huge impact of the history of the Long Night but another individual we know nothing about? Was he Azor Ahai or one of the other named characters from Essos that battled the Long Night? Was he a Stark or a commander of the Night’s Watch? Or possibly Coldhands or the first Night King?
Melisandre atop the Wall is November’s image.  A member of the Night’s Watch, most likely Jon Snow, is in the background. Mel’s impact in the current story is the murders of Renly Baratheon and Courtney Penrse. She might have a role in Jon Snow’s resurrection. The reveal of Melisandre’s true age leaves a wide range of possibilities for events from her past.  What exactly has Melony of Lot 7 seen throughout her life?
December’s image is of a Wilding and a pair of Giants riding Wooly Mammoths beyond the Wall. The Wildings/Free Folk have an impact on the present day story (Mance, Ygritte, Tormund, Craster, etc) and are seen throughout the history of Westoros, fighting both with and against the Starks.
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SURAJ DAS
I : THE LOVERS' MASK
A TALE CALLED THE MOON'S ANGUISH THAT HAS CIRCULATED ANCHORAGE FOR THE PAST SEVERAL DECADES HAS PROMPTED SOME YOUNG LOVERS TO EXCHANGE MASKS AS A PROMISE OF DEVOTION. WHAT DESIGN WOULD MUSE THEORETICALLY THINK FITS THEM ( LOOK BACK TO REVENGE OF KRAMPUS FOR REFERENCE, #ANCHORTASK01 ON OUR SERVER ) ?
None, Suraj would consider, reconsider, and then eventually run out purely because they'd find them all too much.
SOME MIGHT CONSIDER THEM LEADING A DOUBLE LIFE IF THEY KNEW ABOUT ... 
Their former status as an illegal immigrant.
WHAT WOULD BE THEIR OWN DEAL BREAKER IN A RELATIONSHIP ? 
Sex. For obvious reasons, though Suraj is basing everything on what they know about porn and movie sex, not actual sex. 
WOULD THEY DIE FOR LOVE OR KILL FOR MONEY ?
Neither. Suraj would like to not die nor to kill. 
THEY ONLY HAVE ENOUGH CHANGE FOR ONE CALL AT THE PHONEBOOTH, & SOMEONE WITH GLARING RED EYES & A SPATULA IS STANDING ACROSS THE STREET. WHO WILL THEY CALL ?
They’d call their brother.
II : THE ZEIGEIST OF THE '90S
THEIR FAVORITE SLASHER FILM IS ( IF APPLICABLE ) …
While Slasher isn’t at all their favourite genre, they do like Psycho, because it has a chosen visual direction and really plays with the value of cinema like no other Slasher movie does. 
IN THEIR FREE TIME, THEY ENJOY GOING OUT AND ... 
Going to the cinema to watch the newest art-house movie. 
A FASHION FAD OF THE TIMES THEY ADORE THAT THEIR FRIENDS WOULD DESPISE IS …
Fashion?
HOW OFTEN DO THEY ORDER DELIVERY FROM PEPPY'S PIZZERIA ? HAVE THEY EVER SEEN THE WALLS OOZE GREEN SLIME IN THE PIZZERIA OR THE ANIMATRONICS MOVE ON THEIR OWN DURING THEIR TIME IN ANCHORAGE ?
Suraj saw the animatronics twitch once, then heard the stories and has been avoiding it since forever.
WHEN THEY BELIEVED IN CHRISTMAS, WERE THEY TOLD KRAMPUS WOULD PAY THEM A VISIT FOR BEING ON THE NAUGHTY LIST ? ( WRITE N/A IF NOT APPLICABLE TO THEIR RELIGION OR LIFESTYLE )
N/A
WHAT TALL TALE OR SUPERSTITION WERE THEY TOLD AS A CHILD THAT STILL GIVES THEM THE HEEBIE JEEBIES ?
When they were small Suraj was told if you yawned or coughed without holding a hand in front of your mouth, that a bad spirit would take their soul. 
III : THE CURSE OF THE SPIDER
ARE THERE FAMILY SECRETS OR SO-CALLED CURSES THAT HAUNT THEM ? ONES THAT ARE KNOWN PUBLICLY OR FOLLOW THEM FIGURATIVELY ?
Suraj and their siblings have always made up stories about their family history and the quick departure to the United States. Stories of love and betrayal, of deals gone wrong and terrible accidents. They don’t know if any of those are anywhere close to the truth, but they do sense that something happened, that the great hurry with which their parents moved with their three kids was because of something or other. And it had resulted in this horrid start. 
WHICH OF THE SEVEN SINS WOULD CORRUPT THEIR MORALS ?
Envy.
THE WORLD REMAINS THE SAME FOR DECADES NOW. IS IGNORANCE BLISS ? OR IS THERE THE SHAKY SENSE SOMETHING IS AMISS THAT CAN'T BE IGNORED ? 
Ignorance is bliss.
DREAMS ARE OFTEN INFLUENCED BY THE SUBCONSCIOUS & SOMETIMES DISTORTED. IN THEIR DEEPEST, DARKEST NIGHTMARES, HOW DO THEY VIEW THEMSELVES ?
As a horrible person, someone who holds back too often and who makes the wrong decisions out of fear. And they probably are like that. 
IV : THE CROOKED FRAME
WHAT IS THEIR DEATH WISH ? MIROIRS ONLY ( BASTARDS GANG INCLUDED ) : THE PERFECT CRIME WAS CONSTRUCTED & SOMEONE ELSE TOOK THEIR PLACE. HOW DID THEY ORIGINALLY DIE ?
Suraj would like to die leaving behind something great. 
MUSE COULDN'T BE THE ONE BEHIND THE TUNNEL OF LOVE OUTAGE BECAUSE WHEN THE POWER WENT OUT, THEY WERE ... 
Not yet in Anchorage.
WHAT WOULD THEY CONSIDER THEIR CALLING CARD ( I.E. WHAT SYMBOLS, PERSONAL MEMENTOS, ETC. DO THEY PERCEIVE AS REPRESENTATIVE OF THEMSELVES ) ? 
Their movie ideas.
THOSE WITH INTERMEDIATE TECHNICAL SKILLS HAVE USED CRACKS & VPNS TO IMPROVE THE INTERNET CONNECTION, BUT ANYTHING POST-DATING THE 1990S IS ONLY ACCESSIBLE THROUGH THE DARK WEB. HAS MUSE EVER ACCESSED THE DARK WEB ? HAVE THEY USED IT FOR ANY NEFARIOUS MEANS OR TO PURCHASE SERVICES ?
No.
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wait tell me Abt fools au...... i want to see mendally eel idols......
PENIS GRIN um . below the cut is all of my illness
aoharu/friends:
ICHIKA: mostly the same. l/n just doesnt get the closure the way they do in canon . they never return to the way they once were bc they are so different from what they one were ❤❤❤ also i use her to spread my 'ichika is a weird science kid' agenda
SAKI: same as above. she has a weird crush on airi momoi that she tends to cover up bc 'i used to watch you while i was hospitalized becuase it was a painful reminder of how i would never get to be normal or do things like you did. also i want you the way a person wants air.' isnt a huge icebreaker
AIRI: messy child celebrity swag. she quit a few years in (a year or two before the story) and she has not been coping well with it <3 i think she smokes. she and shizuku are still Sort Of friends but they dont talk much ummm . yeah sakiairi swag.
ENA: also p much the same as in canon except she gets out more bc of airi . she projects her envy onto ichika instead but ichika is like such a normie abt it . influencer guy x offline guy
yume yume jump (MY FAVES. IF U COULDNT TELL):
KANADE: kanade is kanade. same as normal. she is fightign the chronic fatigue off with a broom . yyj helps her train thru it tho . uhhhh shes basically the same besides being an idol tho yea
SHIZUKU: she and haruka were old friends and dating but then haruka breaks up with her and quits and ghosts her. <333
AN: became an idol with haruka who. Proceeded to leave with very little warning. fools haruan is less solid but i like it too
SHIHO: yeah w the l/n stuff um . yea .
fantasista squad:
theres likes nothng here sorry i dont think abt fansqua much . uuuuh notable changes: rui and minori are cousins and both had big dreams and rui becomes a street musician to show mino that hes still trying and that she cant give up
also rui attends miya girls #bigenderswag
and also akito+rui and touya+kasa are the musician pairs
happiness sentai dancetime:
HARUKA: 39 illnesses and banned from most idol spaces. see: shizuku. theyre like the opposite of relationship goals i want them DEAD (affectionate)
EMU: same emu except she grabs haruka instead
KOHANE: nenecore i guess. um. p much the same.
MAFUYU: debating inserting my mfy/tsk swap concept of mafuyu and emu being childhood friends and mafuyu feeling indebted to emu bc emu 'saved' them . regarldess theyre a stage manager out of desire to Control. and also very hostile w haruka <33
hobbyists on a holiday (or holiday with a hobbyist):
MINORI: shes got that unreachable dream swag. local girl quits under the pressure and fucks over her lifes path severely.
HONAMI: the kamishiro-hanasato housekeeper and ruis best friend and attempting to befriend minori too. eventually they realize theyre in the same online music circle tho. <3
AMIA: ive been thinking abt their deal bc i dont know how to retranslate a key issue w them is the gender bc theyre Out bc theyre all transfem in the unit but. idk . maybe something they did in the past that led to them leaving rui. i dont know ill figure it out
NENE: same nene except she doesnt get out like at all.
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