#lunar contracts

[lunarblazes]

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[therealkaidertrash21]

Ok, this is the essay I've been talking about, defending kaider. Keep in mind that I'm 15 and English is not my first language, so I might've said something wrong. Also, this is veeery formal because that's what I was taught to do.

Like in all fandoms and all canon and non-canon pairings, kaider sometimes receives comments regarding their dynamic saying that it is not a good ship, that it is not well written, or that they do not go well together. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, however, there are several good arguments against this position.

Firstly, the main aspect that is often criticized about kaider is how quickly the characters "fell in love" and it is often referred as "instalove" even though, if it is carefully analyzed, it becomes obvious that this is not true at all.

Kai, Cinder's love interest, develops a romantic interest in her since their first meeting, this is a fact. But it does not mean it was instalove. Because instalove is love at first sight, when a character thinks the other is their soulmate and wants to be with them forever after only taking a glance at them. However, this is not what happens with kaider. Kai is interested in Cinder and asks her out multiple times but he is not in love, it is very obvious he is just a teenager who has a crush on a girl. This is not rare in real life. This is not unrealistic at all.

In addition, it is impossible to say Cinder's feelings are anything similar to instalove. She doesn't instantly develop feelings for the prince. At the beginning of the story, she does think about him and is interested in him, but her feelings are not particularly strong or obvious yet (partly because she is repressing them).

Secondly, another aspect that is often used to say kaider is a bad pairing, from Cinder's side, is that she is a "not like other girls" character, when she technically is not. This is almost a separate subject, but in essence: Cinder does not say she is not like other girls as a way to put herself above them and denigrate them, she does this because she is insecure, as a way to place herself below them.

Finally, often people criticize this pairing because they think Cinder would be unhappy if she married Kai, because she never wanted to be queen. But the reasons why Cinder did not want to be royalty are not simple. There are many reasons: 1. Cinder does not want to fail her people, 2. she thinks she will not be accepted by the citizens, 3. She desires anonymity. None of these reasons are actually about ruling a country, and once she overcomes these things they would not affect her.

Some might also argue that since she was queen, and then abdicated, she doesn't want to rule. But the reason for her abdication is mostly about her political position. She believes a monarchy is bad for Luna, since monarchs can easily manipulate their citizens (which they have done before). That is the true reason for her abdication. And even after her abdication, she still dedicated her life to politics as an ambassador, which she was not obligated to do.

In conclusion, even though kaider might seem badly written sometimes, this is not true. It is deeper than what it seems. The characters are complex, the reasons why they act in certain ways are very complex as well, as they would be in a real world scenario. Everyone has the right to have their own opinion, but it is good to analyze deeper, rather than only retaining a first impression or a superficial analysis.

also, credits to @impossiblesuitcase because I based most of the sixth paragraph on their post about a similar topic.

[all-love-now]

I got a tattoo does that make me cool yet?

[liu-yu-xin]

It has been FOUR years since wayv has been on a new years concert in china.... a chinese group... who BTW had their songs performed at these concerts during these years but not by them. And im 100% SURE they were invited even if its for the new years concert at a smaller broadcaster but sm never let them go. FOUR YEARS 1-800 waste their fucking time tearing out rebar in the sm building with my teeth

[ianmiller42]

Moonquakes!

As many will know there has recently been a fairly powerful earthquake to the East of Taiwan, and some will recall seeing a building that was about a third of the way towards falling over. Earthquakes are somewhat disturbing when you are in one, and more so sometimes when you are not in a very good place. Our news had one clip of one person in a swimming pool and the water was sloshing around…

[apas-95]

Did you know that NASA engineers considered the failure rate of some critical shuttle parts to be about 1 in 100 (significantly greater than what NASA upper-management considered the failure rate to be, and what was considered at all acceptable by the certification process)?

Do you know that NASA engineers currently have no idea how many rocket launches the next mission in the Artemis program (in 2 years!) is meant to involve, because the mission plan relies on SpaceX being contracted to deliver a supply of cryogenic fuel to the crewed Orion (™ Lockheed-Martin) capsule in orbit - a procedure that 1: has never been attempted before on any spacecraft, let alone the Orion™ capsule, not even in uncrewed technology demonstration flights; and 2: would require an as-of-yet unknown number of SpaceX 'Starship' launches, because said vehicle does not actually exist at time of writing?

Did you know they're planning on using this 'starship' as the crewed lander? A design for a lunar ascent vehicle, that is, that does not use hypergolic fuel, that relies on a swing-out crane as the only entry and egress point? During the original moon landings, the LEM had so many redundant methods to make sure it got astronauts off the surface of the moon, that in the most absurd, extreme case, where every single mechanism fails, there's a procedure trained into the astronauts to climb around the outside of the capsule, take a pair of bolt-cutters from the equipment box, physically cut the couplings holding the capsule to the lander stage, and take off to get home. Artemis' proposed lander, on the other hand, is planned to be a vehicle whose design didn't even include heatshields until it was realised it would obviously need heatshields, which are ceramic tiles bolted after-the-fact directly through the steel hull, because SpaceX had decided to mass-produce the original-design hull sections all at once for all the 'starships' first, before doing any integrated testing.

We're seeing the exact attitude that led to the shuttle disasters not being prevented now expressing itself in (and even through) the Artemis program, a project pushed harder and faster through the gates than it should be, by a government (and NASA administration thereby) desperate to advance the eponymous Artemis Accords (that goes unsigned by China, Russia, and much of the world) and reneg on all previous space charters that onsidered ownership, commercial exploitation, and military usage of space forbidden. Something bad is going to happen, and it's going to happen for the sake of SpaceX and the military-industrial complex at large.

[diorcities]

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SMUT

mark has trouble sleeping every night due to his heavy workdays. his body seems to possess enough energy to keep him awake even when you know he's exhausted. so you ride him, slow, passionate. in search of his tense body to relax enough and he can go to the planet of dreams. howling him with the swing of your pelvis against his, rolling his length with your pussy while his hands venture to your breasts, pinching your erect nipples. but he's now more awake than ever.

seeing you so majestic, on top of him, your holy beauty, he cannot believe you're his. with your soft skin, and your soft breasts where he wants to dig his teeth. mark everything and show off as a trophy with others. feeling your pussy take him so well, fucking him so well. squeezing and clenching in intervals against his cock, wrapping yourself so tightly around his length, hearing the lewd movement of your pussy when he penetrates you.

mark looks at you from below with frowning eyebrows and shiny eyes, and a tingling sensation overwhelms you from head to toe, pulling your head back when pleasure runs through you and fills you with bliss, before you feel him pushing deeper and starting to pulse. you stop moving on top of him as he frees himself inside the condom while his fingers bury themselves in your hips, then his cheeks turn with blush as he realizes he was very, very fast. “did you just cum?”

long make-out sessions with chenle surely will drive you crazy. feeling his firm hands on your jaw so your head stays still, drinking your moans as his tongue swirl with yours. warm and sharpy breath hitting your face when he speeds up the pace of his rough thrusts, forcing you to wrap your legs behind his back while he shoves it in and out, sensing your narrow walls wrapping his dick just right. “look at you, so dumb for my cock,” he says with a sharpy breath while pounding you and sending you to subspace.

you are in a pure state of ecstasy, trying to soothe the knot in your stomach that grips your crotch. moaning and whining to release the fire that burns your insides, your nails bury themselves in the fresh skin of his back, and chenle growls, feeling the fissures that appease the wild feeling of seeing you under him so beautiful, watching your eyes roll when the intensity of his hammering increases, feeling your walls pulsate erratically.

your body aches when a flare of pleasure takes your breath away and your mind fogs up. a silky sensation melts in your belly and is released in pulsations outside of you, “o-oh, shit,” you scream, feeling him tense and slow his thrust until it's just a swing of hips against yours. you drown out a wail and open your eyes, gazing at chenle and the stars dancing around him, looking at the place where your bodies connect. “well, look at that,” he sighs, “did you just squirt?”

there is something fascinating about jeno after he trains. he comes overflowing with an essence when he gets covered in sweat that stirs your senses. you can blame your lunar cycle for that; you've always been fond of astrology, but there was a more raw feeling, of seeing him sweating while relentlessly fucking you that had nothing to do with your lunar humors. he looks at you in surprise when you drag him after he's showered to his computer chair, pulling down his pajama shorts and being surprised to see his cock ready for you. “i was also thinking about you, my love.”

jeno suppresses a hiss when he sees you stuff it full into your warm, moist mouth. sensing your delicate fingers feel the base and massage it while you go up to the tip and roll your tongue into his slit. sensitive endings cause him to startle in the seat and his features contract, and you smile with his cock still in your mouth, at knowing that. you savor his soft, thick cock under his gaze.

fleshy lips girding around his girth, tongue flat against his length, teeth rubbing against the sensitive skin, making the hiss finally come out of his lips. “f-fuck, doll. did you just bite it?”

your body twists beneath renjun as he penetrates you rhythmically, and your heartbeat does not take long to catch up, feeling him hammer you slow and deep, your body plunges into a wave of pleasure that leaves you numb and breathless. his cock buries itself and you drown out a scream, jaw tense as your head lolls back and your body arches towards him with an invisible force. completely in limbo, you try to avoid breaking free because it feels so good. filling you with pleasure with an overwhelming sensation that causes you to look at him while you free your climax.

renjun feels your walls wrapping him tighter and pulse as orgasm bathes your features. and you've never looked that breathtaking. noticing your legs wrapping around his waist so he can bury deeper and touch that sweet spot that makes you see stars and bite your lips the way you're doing right now.

your body undergoes spasms that decrease more and more until the sensation that squeezes your stomach is released and extinguished, leaving you craving for more. you spread your shaking legs for him in time when your eyes open to see him with his phone pointed at his cock still buried inside you. you exhale a laugh before he hovers over you and resumes the enveloping movement of his pelvis, “did you just take a picture?” he throws one of your legs over his shoulder and kisses you with passion, “can you blame me if i did when you look so good fucked?”

haechan leaves your body vibrating and in limbo to hover over you and draw a path of wet kisses from your stomach to your crotch. his hands wrap around your ankles and force you to flex your numb legs, opening them to position himself between them. you feel his hot breath in your intimacy before he traces circles with his wet tongue over your swollen pussy, licking the cum from your pussy, and pushing the rest with his fingers back inside. you bite your lips at the overwhelming sensation that takes your breath away, still sensitive, burying your fingers in his brown curls while he buries his inside you.

he laughs, seeing the effect he has on you. completely dazed by the way he fucks you. tasting so good after he made sure you cum enough times to be this brainwashed. seeing your body contorted twitching while covered in sweat that he sure licked. now, your silky arousal sends him towards the edge of jubilee, sweet, while his available hand squeezes and feels your belly vibrate when he licks your clit and shoves his fingers into you. “you look craving, baby,” he says in a moan.

his mouth leaves your intimacy and you already long for him, pulling you out of your slumber to see him direct his teeth towards the soft skin of your thigh. you drown out a hiss that sends a torrent of pleasure that eventually releases around your fingers. you could ask him but your tongue feels heavy and your throat pasty, but, did he just bite you?

your body tries to react to stimuli but you can't do it, letting jaemin use your body as he pleases, putting you in the positions he likes best, becoming his fuckdoll. feeling his arms hold you and forcing you to arch your back again whenever your shaky body hits the mattress, completely ecstatic at the way his cock expands your sensitive, throbbing walls for another round. cock hammering relentlessly, taking your breath away and clouding your senses.

jaemin sees you, and feels you around his cock, pulsing. watching your body succumb to his girth burying him and stimulating your intimacy even more. small hands making fists the sheets under your bodies. he wants to be so rough with you, just so you can scream and roll your eyes like that more. feeling your epitome slide and wet his dick tingling to break free inside you. covered with your silkiness and precum that forms a nice creamy ring at the base of his girth. pressing his palm to bend you more, he speeds up ecstatic at the sight of your butt trembling from his frantic thrusts. mesmerized that he doesn't realize that the firm grip on his wrist loosens after he feels your walls clenching again. so he hovers over you without stopping his ruthless motion to check on you.

he looks your drowsy eyes blink and your mouth spilling a silent pant, “did you just faint, princess?”

jisung shifts over you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. you feel him breathe your scent as he pushes his pelvis in, dick shoving deeper. you suppress a groan. eyes rolling back from the smooth sensation exploding in your belly. jisung and you moan in unison. running his hands below your knees, he bends his arm and pulls your legs, shorting the minimum distance separating your bodies. his pleading eyes gleam because of his cock being stimulated by you constantly clenching around him. his eyes close, squeezes, and hiss. he's so close. but not yet, seems to say your actions when you caress his hair. he pulls you closer into a kiss, and it seems to say, please, not yet.

jisung feels a blaze of fire tense his stomach and descend like a stream of pleasure to his nerve endings. staring into your eyes, watching you roll your eyes and moan that way while his cock pounds you mercilessly, hard and increasing the intensity at times, and slow and deep, rocking his hip against you, making you sigh as his world spins. he cannot hold back anymore. your walls wrapped around him, feeling you completely raw, he can't help but accelerate his thrusts and make you scream.

he shifts again, to gain more control. pushing against you, making you sigh and see constellations. arching your back in an involuntary movement of your body because you can't contain yourself, not when he's fucking you this good. a sweet sensation spills into you, and you hear jisung growl. “shit, sorry, baby.” but your head's in space and you barely connect dots when your body freezes and you writhe under his grip, releasing the euphoria in spasms, now feeling it gushing out. “did you just came inside?”

[thefiresontheheight]

There's an old saying, probably from back in the 90s, if not earlier, before the big post-War orbital reinvestment, that laws stop at the Karman Line. Not quite true, but close enough. Technically in orbit you're in international waters, and as such companies can incorporate their stations under the laws of the Lunar Soviet, the Martian Exploratory Committee, or even the Titan Expedition if they want to get around safety regulations. Safety regulation like the one that says people need to experience real, full gravity, not just rotational or accelerational simulation, two years for every year in orbit. I hadn't been ground side in a decade. We were somewhere over I think the American Reclamation Zone, as I left the sled, tethers the only thing holding me to anything as I floated on nothing. A single hand reaching up towards the solar shade of the military satellite the company had been contracted to repair. Somewhere down there I had been born. "Ames?" came Control's reassuring voice, ringing through my company issued implants. "On structure."

"Right," came Control's voice, "don't be enjoying the view. The corporate-military conglom that owns this beast wants the job done right, and unfortunately that means I'm gonna need you to hard-wire into the satellite. Don't have your head down in the clouds."

"My head's always in the dark, Control," I said, working my way hand over hand along the guide-bars towards the access panel. "Why is it unfortunate?"

"Are you there?"

"Yeah," I said, pulling the long connection wire from the company's suit towards the panel, watching the sync happen in my cornea. "Why?"

"You'll see." "Well now," said a new voice, suddenly speak in my head with all the cloying subtlety of a nineteen year old drunk outside a bar, "aren't you just dreammmy."

[elbiotipo]

Holy shit, the US Artemis program is even worse than I thought. The Orion spacecraft doesn't have enough delta-v to go to the Moon. If you're not gasping when I say that (sorry, read too much Atomic Rockets) it means that they're trying to go to the Moon with a spacecraft that CANNOT reach the Moon in the first place and was NOT designed or modified for it, that's why they they have to do the whole "dock with the Gateway lunar station (which doesn't even exist and who knows if it will exist) and land from there" fuckery instead of just LANDING on the Moon like in Apollo. And that Gateway station also has (will have, if it ever happens) a screwy unstable orbit planned because the Orion CANNOT go to the Moon not even TO LUNAR ORBIT, IT DOESN'T HAVE THE GAS

This is because Orion and the SLS (the big orange rocket) were forced by the US Congress to be made from Space Shuttle parts to keep the US military-industrial contracts going on. So they made a lot of screwy stuff because they DON'T have a working spaceship, just something that feeds contracts.

A lunar orbital station is not a bad idea on itself, I think China and Russia also proposed it, but oh no, this is so badly designed. I don't know where to start if you're not a space junkie like me but trust me, it's bad. They made a Moon mission with a spaceship that CAN'T GO TO THE MOON

[number-one-toku-robot-lover]

"The locust jump is composed of three phases, cocking, co-contraction and triggering."

"In the cocking phase, the tibia are fully flexed and a locking mechanism is engaged to prevent the tibia from extending prematurely.

During the co-contraction phase, the tibia extensor muscle contracts simultaneously with the flexor muscle and power is stored in the extensor apodeme, cuticle deformation, and the semi-lunar process at the femoro-tibial joint.

During the triggering phase, inhibitory neurons reduce the tension in the flexor muscle to allow the locking mechanism to disengage and release the stored energy to extend the tibia and produce the jump."

"The jump direction is determined by the orientation of the prothoracic legs as they rotate the body to point towards the target prior to the jump. The elevation of the jump is determined by the posture of the metathoracic legs."

"Because the energy budget for a grasshopper jump is constrained by the energy that is stored in the elastic processes of the limb, energy used for rotation has to come at a cost to energy used to generate linear velocity."

David Cofer, Gennady Cymbalyuk, William J. Heitler, Donald H. Edwards; Control of tumbling during the locust jump. J Exp Biol 1 October 2010; 213 (19): 3378–3387. doi: https://doi.org/10.1242/jeb.046367

Goode, C.K., Sutton, G.P. Control of high-speed jumps: the rotation and energetics of the locust (Schistocerca gregaria). J Comp Physiol B 193, 145–153 (2023). https://doi.org/10.1007/s00360-022-01471-4

[saintjosie]

Hey I just saw your post on trans women who experience period symptoms and I have a question, as somebody who does not experience that!

So basically first off great post, periods are hormonally triggered so yes if your HRT mimics the cycle of a cis dyadic woman’s yes people will get periods! Even if they don’t have a uterus.

However there is one symptom I’m a little bit confused about—cramps.

Since cramps are directly caused by the uterus (i.e. through the uterine muscles contracting), how does that happen to somebody with no uterus?

I don’t mean to say that you don’t experience that pain, I’m not you and I’m sure you do, I just am a little bit confused about how. Bc while a lot of period symptoms (like the mood swings you mentioned, breast sensitivity, etc.) are hormonal and have no connection to having a uterus, cramps, while also triggered by hormones, happen because the hormones then go on to trigger the uterus, which then causes the individual pain.

You’re not obliged to answer any of this, Ofc. But as a follow-up: how painful are they? Bc for example with something like endometriosis they can become more painful because of uterine tissue growing where it’s not supposed to. So do you know if something like that would be possible (not the growing of more uterine tissue, but the increased pain levels)?

so i actually have no idea how that works from a biology standpoint cause tbh, i didn’t realize i was having period cramps for nearly a year. i actually thought i had something very very wrong with my GI tract and i was freaking out cause of it.

the only reason i figured out it was period cramps is cause my gf pointed out to me that it seemed to be a fairly regular (as in around every three and a half weeks) that i would have “stomach issues”. and then realizing that while i had “stomach issues”, i would also have “toothaches” (gum swelling) and “random burning pain in my knees” (joint inflammation).

so i started putting in my stomach pain in my calendar and lo and behold, synced nearly perfectly with the lunar cycle, was my period displayed neatly in data.

but this is part of why i think it’s so important to talk about it. because it took me over three years on hormones to figure out what was happening to me and trans women’s periods aren’t talked about in ways that are helpful to trans women who are figuring out what’s going on with their bodies.

[mindblowingscience]

More than 50 years after the last Apollo mission, the United States will try once again to land a craft on the Moon on January 25, said the head of what could be the first private company to successfully touch down on the lunar surface. ​The lander, named Peregrine, will have no one on board. It was developed by American company Astrobotic, whose CEO John Thornton said it will carry NASA instruments to study the lunar environment in anticipation of NASA's Artemis manned missions. ​Several years ago, NASA opted to commission US companies to send scientific experiments and technologies to the Moon – a program called CLPS. ​These fixed-price contracts should make it possible to develop a lunar economy, and provide transport services at a lower cost. ​"One of the big challenges of what we're attempting here is attempting a launch and landing on the surface Moon for a fraction of what it would otherwise cost," said Thornton Wednesday at a press briefing at his company's base in in Pittsburgh.

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[all-love-now]

"One mans cringe is another mans tattoo."

Here we are now it is H E A L E D.

So unbelievably happy with how it turned out 😇

[thefandomlifechoseme]

consider:

professor!Jaskier, who teaches in the winter, and travels with Geralt in the summer.

it's winter, jaskier's got to oxenfurt in good time, his students are polite and attentive, and they've been going missing. not many, and not often, but alice didn't turn up to that guest lecture she'd insisted she'd be going to, peter hasn't turned up in a week, and catherine never came to that meeting the other day.

his colleagues think it's some monster. he has to talk them out of hiring a witcher, citing the fact that they don't know what it is, witchers don't take contracts on people, and, oh yeah, it's winter. the only witchers currently available for hire are the Cats, and it's incredibly unlikely that their caravans will stop by oxenfurt.

now, jaskier's been travelling with his beloved emotionally-constipated witcher for a fair few decades now. it might be a monster, some necrophage, or a werewolf. but it probably isn't. there's a reason witchers don't work in winter, and it's that monsters hibernate. and besides, the dates that the students went missing don't line up with any particular cycle, lunar or otherwise.

they do however, line up with the dates for a fae festival. now, jaskier isn't saying that the fae did this, but the fae did this.

so, he checks the next relevant date, sends a letter to yennefer, triss and one for when geralt hits the path again, as a precaution, because he's not an idiot, no matter how he likes to play the part.

he brings an iron dagger, enough food and water for 2 weeks, his best lute, his composition notebook, his path notebook, and, begrudgingly, some of valdo's less terrible works and a few of essi's latest ballads, because they have different styles of performing, and he waits outside that mushroom circle he found a few years back.

he hopes that they're only after some music to live their festival up.

(they are, thankfully, and, aside from all the word games, mind games, and actual games, it's fairly easy to get their leader to sign a contract with him stating that they will play at this festival and his festival alone, they may, willingly play at other festivals if they choose, that they're all free to leave after the allotted dates for the festival are up, and that this contract will be good for 1,000 years irrespective of any changes in leadership, with him personally, and that any changes to the contract must be verbally, and explicitly signed by all the people involved in the signing of the contract.

it's actually fairly entertaining.)

(yen and triss have a go at him later, of course, and geralt has him go over all the loopholes in his own contracts for their next five years on the path, supposedly to help him get the most money he can, but they both know it's so he doesn't accidentally leave a loophole in any other contracts he might make with the fae. but it's out love and relief, more than anything.)

[funky-astrologer]

Love & Marriage in Astrology 🌹

*Happy Libra season, and happy Autumn equinox, or Mabon to those who celebrate🥀🍁

Enjoy <3

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Although love and marriage may seem different across a wide array of cultures and customs, astrology is a wonderful way to observe our experience with love.

Love is vast and expansive, and heartfelt. If you have Venus-Neptune aspects, you may feel this more deeply.

Love is deep, passionate and at times painful, for those with Venus-Pluto aspects.

Love is also wonderful and provides us with opportunity to experience the beauty in life and within ourselves, so says the Leo Venus.

Looking through the basic lens of astrology, love is ruled by Venus. However, there is a wide range of forms love can show up as.

So, what denotes love in astrology?

By observing one’s planets, houses, aspects and asteroids, love is revealed. In honor of Libra season, I think this is the perfect topic for us to delve into…

Venus🌹

We spotlight with Venus here as the goddess and planet associated with love and romance,

in myth and astrology.

Venus denotes more than love though and provides us with our values.

The things we hold near and dear. This includes people, places and material things.

Venus is pleasure, joy, and heartfelt sincerity.

If you have Venus prominent, consider yourself on the romantic side of the spectrum and seek to delight in the experiences with those you love and care for.

Unite your values with those around you--become one if you must.

Where does your heart truly lie? Venus may reveal to you the answer.

7th house🌹

The 7th house is a house ruled by Venus and relates to the idea of commitment. This may be as deep as the bonds we form by contract--through union such as marriage. Or ones we form through mutual satisfaction. The 7th house is love, romantically and platonically.

Your 7th house reveals how you relate to others. The people you care for deeply, and those you don’t.

Are you diplomatic with others? Are you enticing? Are you provoking? The 7th house reveals this insight, and how to relate to others more harmoniously, in line with our values and in a manner which we deem as appropriate.

It is a shadow house, as it governs our open enemies and the qualities we don’t like in others.

And yet, everyone is a teacher, and those same qualities are within us.

What does the company you keep say about you?

Love & Marriage Asteroids🌹

Eros - Eroticism and passion, that which we crave and deeply desire. Eros drives sacred connection that leads to creation and fertility.

Psyche - The Greek word for “soul.” Love that fulfills us mind, body and spirit.

Juno - Ideal, true commitment and our approach it. Are we overjoyed at the notion?

Do we feel resistance to it? Is commitment traditional or unconventional?

Aphrodite - Aphrodite is the goddess of love itself, including self-love as well.

This represents love in all aspects. The love we enjoy, and the love we hate.

The love we can’t get enough of, and the love we’ve had too much of.

Are you too sacrificial in love, or are you devoted to passion and connection?

Adonis - The ideal mate we are drawn to, and renewal of love.

Can represent love triangles as well.

Amor - Our version of the highest and most unconditional form of love. Often regarded as true love.

Groom & Breide - Exactly what they sound like, Groom and Breide give insight into the chosen mate. These asteroids can be used in predictive astrology and may denote qualities sought out in a life partner.

May also represent relation to the life partner.

Does your family like them? Are they family oriented at all?

Alma - The Spanish word for “soul.”

Alma represents things and connections that touch you deeply. If your Alma conjuncts your partners Venus or 7th house, consider them your perfect complement.

Cupido - Lovestruck. Love that is playful in essence and serves as joy.

That crush you had in school who made you giggle a bunch? That’s Cupido. It is love that is lighthearted but also deeply impactful, think your “first love”. Does they still affect you?

What lessons could you learn from Cupido?

Sappho - Represents same sex love, even if the experience ultimately serves as guidance.

Also represents erotic poetry and lyric.

Are you incredibly drawn to the notion of love letters? Sappho may be why.

Persephone - Love/marriage that is transformative and intense, even a bit painful, yet brings balance to our lives. From personal experience, it can represent love that serves as a placeholder as well.

Karma - Can represent karmic relationships, especially if in a partners 12th house. Karma may also signify having a shared life destiny with someone else. We look to karma within synastry to see how a person may contribute to our experience with “karma.”

Union - A mutual joining of energies. This asteroid can be looked to for areas of commitment, such as the ones we find ourselves naturally drawn toward.

I hope you are doing well amidst the retrogrades! If you are looking for a chart reading to help you navigate, I do offer them, so please don’t hesitate🙏🏽

If you are interested to know more about love and how it may manifest in your chart, you can email and schedule a reading with me, or visit my Etsy shop for 50% off your chart reading. ☺️

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[amarynthian-chronicles]

Extended Contract Chapter 1

Fae Prince Sun, Fae Prince Moon, Fae King Eclipse x Witch Reader

(You are a witch that fell for the oldest trick in the book by giving your name to the mischievous Fae princes of the Celestial Court. Such an inconvenience on what was supposed to be a typical office night. You are honestly not having it. They, however, do seem quite happy about having you. You decide to make a deal with the Fae King to regain your freedom. The only thing that is functional in the whole situation is your phone signal in the Fae Kingdom.)

Warnings: kidnapping, suggestive themes, gore and the usual Fae tomfoolery

“May I have your name?“

“Of course, it is Y/N.“

“Your precious contribution is very much appreciated.“

It is not every day that one seals their own fate because of a simple misunderstanding of idioms and literal meanings, but there you were, bound to the realm of the Fae Folk and belonging to the royal twins of the Celestial Court. Mondays were known to be unlucky days, but this was just ridiculous.

You weren't really in the mood for getting abducted, thank you very much.

There were so many assignments and drafts due next week and you feared Vanessa's wrath far more than you feared the dark magic of enamoured Fae.

Furthermore, you had the misfortune of being stuck with those mischievous miscreants in the middle of the witching hour. The law firm building was empty, the cranky doorman had left hours ago and the janitor had the habit of never arriving before six in the morning. You could scream, but that would not do much good. The cameras did not pick up sound and technology could not record the presence of the Fae, so the only thing you would accomplish is create evidence of your own insanity.

“Excuse me, I really must protest.“

You were in the process of trying to escape the grip of the regal solar-themed Fae. He seemed rather amused, since you weren't really successful, but he almost seemed to be playfully encouraging you to keep trying. Prince Sun had always been a very supportive person, even if he was the one causing the problem in the first place.

“Go on, beautiful, nobody is stopping you. I think that every once in a while everybody needs to raise objections and such. It is healthy.“

His lunar twin grinned, red eyes glowing with roguish mirth.

“I wholeheartedly agree with you, brother. We fully encourage sincerity and dialogue.“

You told them that you wanted to make an appeal. They happily informed you that such a thing was not possible and that you officially belonged to them. You were certainly not touched by their infectious enthusiasm. After all, being gifted with a human's True Name was an experience akin to a cat falling into a whole box full of catnip for them.

“You will play with us forever."

“The Celestial Court is a wondrous place.“

“Word games galore.“

“But beware, for danger lurks in each syllable, my love.“

“Blades caress the consonants and glide along the vowels.“

“Running is futile, but at least it is a very healthy activity. It is always important to get some cardio for the day.“

By all logic, you should be feeling some form of despair and terror, but you were mostly suffering from a horrible case of injured pride. You had fallen for the oldest trick since the dawn of magic. You were an absolute idiot. True, you were running on two cups of coffee, you had not slept properly in a week and your blood sugar levels were more tragic than Shakespeare's “Hamlet“. In your defense, working for William Afton, attorney at law, was no walk in the bloody park. Especially when you had Vanessa as your immediate taskmaster.

You had grown tired of struggling, giving yourself a few moments of respite. Prince Sun was holding you bridal style, his blue gaze soft, showing a type of adoration one would give to a hidden treasure, a joy one experiences when holding a droplet of water in a desert.

Prince Moon had a personality that was diametrically opposite to that of his brother. Hunger reigned in his eyes. Your essence was intoxicating, calling for him, enticing him. You dared not even imagine what his claws could do to you, nor what he could accomplish with his razor-sharp teeth.

Rowan charms could no longer save you, nor could silver. Leaves of holly had no more power, either. You couldn't bribe the royal twins with cream either, since apparently you were the new dessert in the grand scheme of things.

Moon reached out with his claws, searching for your delicate hand. He traced his claw along the sensitive flesh of your inner wrist with all the fervour and ardour of a lover, inspecting the soft skin. Upon giving your name to them, two different markings had manifested on each inner wrist respectively. A crescent moon on the right one and the mark of the sun on the left one.

“Gentlemen, there has obviously been a bit of a miscommunication.“

“Yes, those tend to be very practical in our line of work.“

“I don't have time for this, do you have any idea how many assignments I have due next week?“

“Actually, we do. I must voice our disapproval of you overworking yourself in general. Following orders of such unworthy scoundrels.“

“Well, I am not really in the mood for changing one group of masters for another. I wish to be taken to the Fae King.“

“You will meet him later anyway, he is a bit busy now.“

“No, no, not in that way. I wish to make my complaint.“

“Haven't we closed that topic already?“

“I demand my freedom back. You two said that King Eclipse could grant it to me if I convince him to. Although, I see now that this statement does not exclude you two being capable of the same thing and most likely you are just using the wording to trick me to stop asking you.“

“Can you blame us?“

“Yes. I blame you. And I judge you.“

In spite of it all, you had to admit the celestial princes were quite handsome and their appearance would normally be breathtaking, if you weren't meeting them under such circumstances.

In a resting position, their large wings almost appeared like regal capes. Complementary colours reigned in their respective palettes. Deep royal blues of Prince Moon's wings were speckled with tiny stars, while the rich golden hues of Prince Sun's had swirls of blue interwoven in their texture. In a way, the twins were perfectly symmetrical when it came to the design of their wings. Their attire was similar to that of jesters, but far more elaborate and indicative of their status. Silk and velvet were present, bejeweled buttons, finely tailored doublets.

Both of them were eager, lovestruck and needy. To a degree you almost felt like a lamp attracting a pair of silly mothlings. Which was fitting, considering they too had wings and all.

As Moon was still caressing you along your inner forearm, Sun could not resist nuzzling your hair. You could have sworn that you heard both of them purr. A part of you wondered how on earth did such a scene appear on the cameras, were you simply just floating around and talking to yourself? You internally apologized in advance to any poor security worker that would have to go through the recordings later.

Sun's voice brought you back from your silly reveries, his cheek resting on your head.

“As soft as silk.“

You had been somewhat aware that a pair of Fae had been hunting you for the past several weeks, but it was impossible to decipher their identity. Their glamour and shielding spells had been extremely powerful, their cunning unparalleled and their tricks endless. In many ways, they had been testing you, the purity of your heart and the strength of your soul. They would come to you, disguised either as lost little animals in need of help, or as injured humans in need of assistance. You would always help, no questions asked and always ignoring the warning tingle of enemy magic. Your mind had completely warped to the logic of the normal world and you no longer asked yourself the questions a witch would.

You did not suspect the odd new coworkers that had appeared out of nowhere either, nor did you seem to wonder where they had come from. You had simply accepted that you probably just never noticed them before and that they had always been there. A few pleasantries here, a few kind words there, and that had been all. Of course, all up till tonight when the name trick finally came to rip the veil of denial off.

You huffed, unphased by Sun's compliments regarding your hair.

“Were you the one that has been making those silly fairy-locks I kept waking up with? Those are impossible to untangle!“

“Technically you are not supposed to do that, elsewise you bring misfortune upon yourself. The poor keyboard on your laptop suffered a premature death because of that.“

“I really liked that laptop.“

“I know.“

“It was brand new.“

“May it rest in peace.“

You looked over at the little digital clock on a nearby desk. The witching hour was almost over and the power of the Fae would slightly weaken after four in the morning. If you somehow escaped them, maybe you could distract them enough till the desired hour strikes. Your magical weapons may at least have a fair chance afterwards.

You gasped as Moon leaned closer to you, his hand caressing your cheek, sliding down to your neck, distracting you with pleasurable sensations and making your spine tingle.

“What is going on in that pretty little head of yours, wishing star?“

“Nothing much, honestly.“

Both of them spread their giant wings, showing all of their glory, then draped them over you in what one may interpret as a soothing and protective gesture, but given the circumstances, it was also a demonstration of entrapment.

Impish jesters, forever grinning, forever teasing.

It was one thing to be bound and made to serve an ordinary fairy. It was a completely different thing to be serving the royal twins of the Celestial Court. They were dangerous, powerful, their stature surpassed even the tallest of humans, their urges were never satisfied and their desires never at rest. Not to mention that they were the most competent tricksters of the Fae kingdom.

Fairies were incapable of lying. Therefore, they had to resort to literal meanings and multiple interpretations, distortions, tricks. You could imply one thing that was perfectly accepted and understood in human society, but they would purposefully give it an obscure meaning that was still not a falsehood.

Your predicament was ironic in many ways. Embarassing even. To be precise, you came from a long line of magical practitioners that had been known over the centuries as the Cunning Folk. Various terms existed for such people, but in the modern times the closest definition would be light witches. It was an adequate name that differentiated them from warlocks or dark witches.

You, dear Y/N, had done your best in life to keep the madness of magic at bay. Yes, you knew how to ward yourself from curious spirits, you always had your trusted rolled up newspaper at the ready to hit the local boogeyman on the head when he was living rent-free under your bed, and pretty much every imp on the block knew to avoid you if they wanted to keep all their limbs attached.

Fae Folk, however, were a different story. Long ago, it had been a custom for the Fae to connect to members of the Cunning Folk in order to form a soul bond. A familiar and their witch, in a way. It had always been a connection stronger than any spell and a love more intense than any passionate marriage.

All of that had changed when the realm of the Fae had been afflicted by a darkness far more potent than any light spell could heal. The Hopes and Dreams of children had become scarce and all that was once joyful and innocent had become corrupted and ruined. The Fae King had become cruel and wicked, his once cheerful and loving demeanour had transformed into that of a deranged villain. He did have an odd shift of behaviour on certain birthdays, though, and this would usually take everyone aback for a solid twenty-four hours.

In light of all that, the Cunning Folk had gone into hiding and refused any new bonds with the Fae. This was unacceptable, since the Fae had depended immensely on the sweet nectar that human souls could provide, especially when that soul happened to be a magical one. Consequently, over the centuries the Fae had to resort to various tricks, from luring humans into their fairy circles, kidnapping them and taking them to their kingdom, tricking them with various word games and always having them fall in traps when they least expected it. Certain Fae were less malevolent and were simply in dire need and want of being parents to a child, so they would take human babies to raise them as their own, leaving changelings in their place.

And despite all your efforts, you still managed to become a captive. Go figure.

Prince Sun, ruler of the waking dreams, bringer of hope, and Prince Moon, protector of sleeping children and vanquisher of nightmares. All of those titles did sound pretty cute, but both of them were still impish fiends that loved to play pranks on adults. Oh, well, your time was running out, so you had to think of something fast. Or at least try to reach the little dagger with Runes that you had all nicely hidden and tucked away in a secret pocket of your trousers. You never knew when you would need to stab something supernatural. Or open an envelope.

You concocted a little plan and hoped for the best.

Trickery was not limited to the Fae and you lowkey felt proud of your cunning ways as you pulled Moon into a deep kiss, much to his initial shock. He began to eagerly reciprocate, the sweet haze of lust conspiring against him, your softness and loveliness engulfing his mind. Desire was a natural solvent to rational thought and you had no problems with using that against him. Sun, on the other hand, was both shocked, and slightly jealous, but he did know that something was off.

His suspicions were only confirmed when, in the span of several seconds, you pulled out a silver dagger with enough Runic carvings to obliterate a whole magical army, casually stabbed Moon's heart as if the very gesture was the most normal thing in the world, used Sun's surprise to wriggle out of his grasp and you ran away down the corridors like a feral kitten. Well, at least you were productive.

As you ran, your phone began to ring, conveniently giving up your location in the process, but oh well. It was Vanny, so of course you had to pick up.

“Y/N, where is that briefing paper that you were supposed to email me literally yesterday?“

“I'm in a bit of a situation, Vanessa.“

“What is it now?“

“Well, apparently I am getting married.“

“Congratulations, I still want that briefing.“

“I will call you back, alright?“

Meanwhile, Prince Moon was having a bit of an existential crisis. He stood there, shocked, dagger protruding from his heart.

Oh, yes, it hurt. It burned, stinged, all of the unpleasant things that one may imagine. However, it was nothing compared to how it could have been. The newly forged bond made him immune to most of your deadly spells and Runes, so at worst he would feel temporary pain and then it would cease.

In a way, his desire and respect for you only increased. A Fae always respected good examples of trickery.

Sun could not stop himself from wheezing, very much entertained with the situation.

“You really walked into that one, Moon.“

“Shut up.“

He would still make you pay for that little insult, nonetheless. The corridors had morphed into the same scenery over and over, the windows were suddenly sealed shut, the nearby doors leading to a dead end or into a void of eternal nothingness. You could no longer trust your senses, for mad whispers kept disrupting reality. Only a few more minutes, you hoped for only a few more minutes till the witching hour ends.

You were honestly an idiot for trusting your own luck.

Moon's voice echoed throughout the corridors, ominous and demonic. A bit spicy, as well.

“You should have saved that fire for the wedding night, wishing star.“

“Goodness gracious.“

It became rather obvious that Vanessa would not be getting that briefing paper anytime soon, nor would our good old William Afton be getting his early morning coffee next week, either. Or any week, for that matter. It was a tragedy beyond description, may he rest in pieces.

You had to stop to catch your breath, panting, perfectly aware of the fact that you were mostly screwed. Well, a part of your mind tried to add some rational remarks and told you that living with the Fae couldn't be that bad and at least you would hopefully be getting some really cute royal garments or something. When in doubt, at least material things never disappointed you.

Ghostly hands rose from the ground, grasping at your ankles, your calves, your thighs. You fell forwards unceremoniously and you would have experienced quite a hit to the ground had the hands not grasped you, shielding you from the hard floor.

“What a perfect way to spend my night, being manhandled seventy percent of the time.“

Wrestling them was useless, but at least there was more dignity in that than just doing nothing and thinking about the meaning of life till your captors arrived.

Prince Sun appeared first, somewhat sympathetic, but also visibly tired from all the shenanigans. He let you have your little moment of heroism, though.

“Take your time, darling one.“

“Oh, sod off.“

Prince Moon arrived soon after, eyes glowing a dangerous shade of crimson, the dagger still embedded in his chest. He pulled the blade out, his gaze following the path of the rivulets of blood, almost enchanted by the pattern they were making as they glided along the expertly made Runic symbols.

“Love the craftsmanship on this one. It would have been a poetic death. Stricken by a wishing star, tearing my heart asunder, red pearls the only gifts I have to offer.“

Sun went over to you, partially teasing, partially serious.

“Someone is a bit violent. Are you alright, darling one? Do you wish to talk about some unresolved issues?“

“You two are literally stealing me away.“

“It's not that bad. We shall be loving and caring consorts to you. After all, our bond is basically an engagement.“

“This is the shoddiest proposal ever. How is this even supposed to work, each of you gets their own day of the week?“

“We'll share equally.“

“Excuse me, I am not a meal.“

“Really? You do seem rather delicious.“

“This isn't fair. Do you have any idea how homesick humans can get in the realm of the Fae?“

“We have many spells designed to bedazzle the mind and encourage you to forget the mortal world. And everyone is nice in their own way once you get to know them.“

“You two had no other member of the Cunning Folk to bother and you just had to stumble upon me?“

The dark spell was lifted and you found yourself free. Well, not for long, since the twins were at your side once more. Sun kissed your hand like a true gentleman, his wings making the faintest flutter of joy.

“We searched for a heart of gold and dreams of hope.“

“And you decided to look in a law firm?“

“Bright light contrasts best against a shadowy background.“

“Can I see the terms and conditions of my service?“

“Oh? Good idea! You can read all of that on our way to the palace! It will be so much fun to explain it to you. Of course, the letters are inverted, so you will need a mirror just to read it.“

He conjured a seemingly reasonable rolled-up piece of paper, before letting it unfold. It reached the ground in a comical fashion and kept on going till the end of the corridor.

“Sun, that list is longer than the border of Ancient Rome.“

“Indeed! I had it shortened to make it easier for you.“

“Dear god.“

“I also must say that I wrote it myself. I do my fair share of corporate business and contracts with humans are my specialty, but I do prefer to engage in theater. I may have given a certain playwright a few tips on writing his special little Midsummer work.“

“Old Will? For real?“

“Wonderful chap to have a pint with at the pub. I am certain he would have had an aneurysm had he lived to see what his reputation had become nowadays. A cheerful knave being the main topic for school and homework? Scandalous. He was a most charming actor and a talented wizard of words. Had many a verbal battle with him, and I never managed to snag his soul. I fully respect him for that.“

“Good to know. Regardless, I still wish to talk to your brother about this whole affair. It is my right, considering the fact that I am not a normal human and I do have certain perks. I am certain that King Eclipse will have more respect for old customs than you two.“

Sun and Moon gave each other a look, before giggling at you, as if charmed by how silly your request was.

“King Eclipse? Darling one, do beware.“

“The knave stole the moonlight fair.“

“Neither fools nor traitors breathe for long in his lair.“

“Be our guest, challenge him, if you dare.“

You raised an eyebrow at their improvised little poetic endeavour, tilting your head, curious.

“Did you two just come up with that?“

“Well, we did think of incorporating a iambic pentameter somewhere in there, but we simply decided to free verse it.“

Needless to say that the whole charade continued even after they had conjured a portal to their world, taking you with them. You were playing a dangerous game, but realistically you had nothing to lose. Well, except your dignity and maybe your life, but nothing lasts forever anyway, so might as well.

Your case was one type of extreme. On the other end of the city, two members of the Fae species were in the process of “adopting“ a few bundles of joy. The bear Fae and the wolf Fae were aware that two children were very unhappy in their orphanage and oftentimes they would hear the little girl, Cassie, vocalize her wish to be taken away by magical creatures. The boy, Gregory, had nothing against any of that, as long as there was proper acommodation involved. He hated the hard old bed he had in the orphanage and the food was positively awful.

Of course, there had to be an equivalent exchange, so the two Fae had to bring some friends along. One of them was not too thrilled.

“Why are we doing this? I don't want to stay in the human world.“

“You only need to stay till the next full Moon, Bonnie, and then you will be free of the obligation. Monty will keep you company.“

“Monty is insane.“

“Don't be rude.“

“He pushed me off the stairs, Roxy.“

“Happens.“

Montgomery was far too busy exploring the wonders of a music player to really care where he was, honestly. A few broken orphanage windows and one angry half-blind nun later, the wolf Fae and the bear Fae had become proud new adoptive parents. Bonnie and Monty would have to serve as changeling replacements for a bit, but that is what happens when you lose fairy chess. You owe favours.

By the time Roxy and Freddy had returned home, Gregory had partially woken up, while Cassie was all snuggled in the soft pillows of her new bed. They boy looked around his new house, nonchalant and trying to read what was happening from the clues given.

“Have I been kidnapped?“

“Some may call it that.“

“By fairies? Like, a changeling type of situation?“

“Yes, but I assure you we are using all of the safety protocols that are necessary.“

“Well, I'll be damned.“

“We do wish to make the best effort and become your new family, Gregory. For you and Cassie.“

“Is that food over there? Cupcakes?“

“Oh, indeed, with buttercream and cherries.“

Gregory observed the treats for a good few moments, thought a bit, weighed all his options and of course made the best possible decision for himself in that type of situation. Fairy food was usually a forbidden thing, but he was already stolen anyway.

“I am a simple lad, I see free food and I cannot complain.“

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