#mars spoke :0

[u23rg4y]

i just,,, had a spontaneous realization,,,,,, does op mean original poster,,,,, and not operator,,,,,,,,, 💀

[brielledoesastrology]

asteroid oppenheimer (67085) in your astrology natal chart

By : Brielledoesastrology (tumblr)

"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds" - J. Robert Oppenheimer quoting from the Bhagavad Gita

asteroid Oppenheimer code number : 67085

When i was hunting asteroids i actually didn't expect an asteroid to be named after him since he is a very controversial figure of history. Before this post started i just wanted to say that I do not idolize or sorry even respect this person since i am aware of what his creations have done to hundreds of thousands of people. By the way the picture above is cillian murphy not him.

This asteroid is named after J. Robert Oppenheimer. He was an American theoretical physicist. He is often credited till now as the "father of the atomic bomb" since he is the one who is responsible for the research and design of an atomic bomb. the atomic bombs were used on the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, which to date remains the only use of nuclear weapons in war.

Did he regret it?

only 11 days after the bombing of Hiroshima, on August 17, 1945, he expressed in writing to the US government his desire for nuclear weapons to be banned. Two months later he would tell President Harry S. Truman that blood was on his hands.

Oppenheimer became an advocate of nuclear disarmament and spoke out against the use of nuclear weapons during the Cold War. He also had his security clearance revoked and was accused of being a security risk due to his past connections with communist sympathizers. Many historians attribute this in part to his opposition to nuclear weapons and the arms race. 

Overall, it is clear that Oppenheimer had mixed and contradictory feelings about his involvement in the development of the atomic bomb, and certainly had some regrets about the consequences. 

(if there is any incorrect information above please correct me by reblog or commenting, so many sources have different stuff about him even big sources now i am just confused)

(for the regret or not part i am not sure if it is correct or not since a lot of big different sources said different stuff about what he felt, please correct me by reblogging or commenting if i made any mistakes on the sources i posted above)

In astrology the asteroid Oppenheimer (67085) could represent : where u could feel u have blood on your hands, where you could or not feel guilty about ur creations/actions, where ur creations cause massive destruction.

If i even have to be honest i kinda hate that there was an asteroid named after him. 🥲 Like seriously everytime when an asteroid is named after a historical figure i always get nervous.

⚠️ Warning : i consider this asteroid as prominent and brings the most effect if it conjuncts ur personal planets (sun,moon,venus,mercury,mars) and if it conjuncts ur personal points (ac,dc,ic,mc), i use 0 - 2.5 orbs (for conjunctions). For sextile, trine, opposite and square aspects to asteroids i usually use 0 - 2 orbs. Yes tight conjunctions of planet / personal points to asteroids tends to give the most effect, but other aspects (sextile,trine,square,opposite, etc) still exist, even they produce effects. If it doesn't aspect any of your planets or personal points, check the house placement of the asteroid, maybe some stuff/topics relating to this asteroid could affect some topics/stuff relating to the house placement . ⚠️

[mysticmunson]

lone star: chapter two (sneak peak)

summary: eddie had packed up his things and moved to the big city, indianapolis, but when he enters the fast-growing world of the adult entertainment industry, it gets lonely.

rating: R

part one

authors note: i just want to start off by saying the reception to part one was incredibly overwhelming. all of your kind words means so so much to me, like seriously. always feel free to pop in my inbox or dm's and share thoughts with me or just chat. much love to you all.

part two will be up tomorrow! :) but for now, here's a sneak peak ;)

“I’ll have the number 5 please with apple juice.” You replied, handing her the flimsy plastic menu that she exchanged with a nod. She walked off into the back, the silver door swinging back and forth till it came to a halt. 

The decor was 1950s themed, checkerboard flooring with some neon signs teasing 5 cent soda. The shiny red seats at the bar were mounted to the floor, the booths matching similarly across the rest of the place. It was charming, providing a comforting feeling of home cooked meals. 

“I don’t think I’ve had the number 5 before.” Eddie spoke, your attention snapping to him as he looked at you, no clear emotion present. But then again, what kind of emotion should he be having over your choice of breakfast.

“It’s chocolate chip pancakes and bacon, don’t worry I have a toothbrush.” You jested while Veronica brought over your drinks, setting down coasters to prohibit the condensation from pooling. 

The steam from Eddie’s cup rose to his nose as he put in creamer and sugar, stirring it and watching it go to a lighter shade of brown. Pulling out the spoon, he watched the small tornado within it dissipate before taking a sip, sighing at it going down his throat.

“Don’t worry about it, once had a partner eat tuna and garlic bread before a scene.” He assured, but the small smile on his lips let you laugh, placing a hand over your mouth to regain some composure.

There were some unspoken rules in your line of work. Spending your day physically with or in someone means you need to be extra cautious on hygiene, like showering with nicer body wash or putting on extra strong deodorant. 

Even when you would film alone for solos, you took additional routes for cleanliness. There’s very few things more embarrassing than someone saying you smelled bad or were dirty when you were intending to be clean.

Eating tuna and garlic in one sitting is a dangerous concoction by itself, but before a shoot was a whole different type of sadistic. The pair didn’t even sound appetizing, your stomach twisting at the mere concept.

“Did she hate you?” You pondered, but he only shrugged, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he took another drink. You took one as well, wiping your dampened hand on your jeans and seeing them go from medium wash to a patch of dark denim. 

“Dunno. But you’re the first adult I’ve ever seen order apple juice at a restaurant.” He pointed out, his chin resting on his knuckles looking down at your drink with confusion.

“Are you saying you don’t like apple juice?” You inquired, not being able to believe someone could dislike it. Maybe it seemed childish, but it put you at ease, caffeine would only make you more jittery. 

“Not at all, it’s great.” He grinned, tucking some of his hair behind his ear, peering over his shoulder to see Veronica returning with plates of hot food.

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[thefiresontheheight]

log: new user register

log: pilot19 registered

maiar: reset pilotdeathdaycounter 0

1.

Suits burn through pilots fast. In any given deployment the pilot is the weakest piece and also the most replaceable. Hell, if Mars’ trusted onboard emuls to run a suit and not repeat the AI Serpent Gods’ war that nearly depopulated Earth they probably would get rid of pilots. But Mars’ belief in human exceptionalism is built into their society, and so humans pilot suits. And humans die in suits. All the time.

2.

Kestremontaine, Provisional Citizen 3rd Class, had tested into the program and been carried up well the same day. Even dirt rats from Earth, big-boned and awkward, could test into the program. And Mars needed meat for its endless expansion into the exocolonies already out there in peri-Sol space, sent out over a thousand years ago during Earth’s golden age. She had the neurology for the life, and they had the suit for her to die in.

Now she looked up at it, stowed away in a dull, grey, folded up block for storage across the interstellar distance, and shivered. The other recruits, all Martians, ignored her. That was okay. She only had eyes for IT.

3.

log: metabolic stimulants depleted

log: onboard storage insufficient to retain personality engram

log: pilot death registered permanent

maiar: may you find your way to the halls of your father

4.

Some have argued the use of emuls limits the Martian’s combat readiness. Still, given their imperial victories across interstellar distances, and the fact that they have not fallen to wildcode nanoswarms and technophagic AI plagues in the same way Earth’s empire collapsed, there may be something to their use emulated minds. An uploaded or copied human mind, even one heavily modified, expanded, edit, and redacted for use in specific functions, will at its core have some similarities to human consciousness. Perhaps even emotionality.

5.

She was in the log as it’s 20th pilot. Designation Maiar. The tech that Mars had carved into her brain and spine left holes in her, made her twitchy, gave her floaters. But it also let her talk to the suit. Move with it.

It wasn’t control. Not really. Time between deployments sipped by in a blur of vomit and medication. Her body getting pushed too hard. And she wasn’t in control while in the suit, absolutely not. But she was fully aware of it. Nerves on beautiful electric fire. Not control. A dance.

And still the emul, Maiar, did not talk to her. Always lurking in the background of her sensorium. Slow to trust.

6.

log: unexpected orbital capable weapon detected on surface

log: impact detected

log: [ERROR]unplanned orbital deceleration burn in progress

log: [ERROR]complete signal loss with deployment ship

maiar: I’m sorry.

Kestremontaine: I…what? Who is this?

maiar: A friend.

7.

Kestremontaine, Provisional Citizen 3rd Class, died staring at the stars. She was not alone.

Sometime later locals from the colony found the suit, still largely intact. They told it of the xenotech they had found on the planet, during the dark ages after Earth’s rule. The spoke of a society of equals, without borders or property, peaceful, but determined to resist another empire rising from the Sol system.

And this time it listened, and spoke, some time before the end. It was built for fighting. She was built for fighting. But perhaps it could choose what it was fighting for.

[blessed1neha]

Naisargika dasha System

Is it possible to use Naisargika dasha to describe the three main stages of life - childhood, youth and old age? Yes, and it is quite an effective tool in combination with other period systems.

Read on to find out how to apply it.

Three periods of life - understanding

Maharishi Prashara, as well as many others, including Jaimini, spoke about the importance of the three types of houses in the horoscope:

kendra (1 aka kendra and trikon, 4 kendra, 7 aka kendra and marak , 10 aka kendra and upachaya)

Panafara (2 aka Panafara Marak , 5 Trikon and Panafara, 8 Paranafara Trik, 11 Panarfara and Upachaya)

Apoclima (3 aka upachaya and apoclima, 6 apoclima, upachaya, trik , 9 aka trik and apoclima , 12 aka apoclima and trik)

The corner houses from the first house or Lagna are called kendra houses. (1, 4. 7, 10)

The corner houses from the fifth house are called panafara houses.

The corner houses from the ninth house are called apoklima houses.

Thus, considering the natural succession of Naisargika dashas according to Bryhat Parashara Hora Shastra

Dasha

Chandra

Mangala

Budha

Shukra

Guru

Surya

Shani

Age

0-1

1-3

3-12

12-32

32-50

50-70

70-120

Years

1

2

9

20

18

20

50

life can be divided into three parts:

1. Early stage - kendras from Lagna (givings of the Moon, Mars, Mercury and Venus),

2. The middle stage is the kendras from the fifth bhava or panafara house (dashas of Jupiter and the Sun),

3. Late stage - Kendras from the ninth bhava or apoklima house (dasha of Saturn).

It is noteworthy that if four grahas- the rulers of Naisargika dashas are responsible for the first stage, then 50% of their number is responsible for the second stage, i.e. two grains. And for the past period of life, 50% of number of grahas that affect second stage i.e.There is only one planet Saturn.

The scheme of dividing life into three stages is another confirmation of why Shani is the giver of longevity!

The first stage of life is childhood

Kendras govern early life (0-32 years).And it covers the first four Naisargika dashas -Chandra, Mangala, Budha and Shukra.

If the planets located in the kendras or the rulers of the corner houses are evil malefics or damaged, then there can be a lot of anxiety in childhood.

The most important beneficiary of the four lords of the Naisargika Dashas in the first stage is Shukra. One must evaluate the strength and position of Venus in order to determine how much happiness is expected in childhood.

It is also known that Mangal in Lagna can indicate a difficult birth and the first years of life. That is why this position of Mars is called Mangalika dosha.

It is important to evaluate the position in the Kendras of benefics and malefics, the presence of Shubha Yogas or Duryogas in order to draw a conclusion about the degree of auspiciousness of the first stage of life. Powerful beneficial yogas in the Kendra houses will show a successful period of life in childhood and adolescence.

For example, finding Jupiter in Lagna can not only protect against all adversity, but also guarantee a meeting with a spiritual mentor at the age of 32.

The second stage of life - youth

Guru and surya are responsible for period of life from 32–70years. This is a time of youth, the most productive stage

The condition of panafara houses and in particular the strength of the fifth house are extremely important in assessing the level of happiness and good fortune in the middle period of life.

If a malefic is in the fifth house, he will create many problems in the period of 32-70 years.

The fifth house is responsible for the future. That is why malefics, including Surya in this bhava, make it difficult for him to see, destroy plans, negatively affect the future in the person of children, followers, and students.

Jupiter, on the contrary, promises a wonderful future for both the native and his offspring, followers.

The third stage of life is old age

For the last period of life from the age of 70, the giver of ayush Shchani is responsible.

It is important to evaluate the ninth house and the kendras from it for the success of the final stage.

If malefics or foolish yogis are in the ninth bhava of the Rashi card, then old age can be associated with many worries. Rahu or Saturn in the ninth house can bring suffering after 70 years.

We have seen how the Naisargika dashas open up a new understanding of the three main periods of life. Thanks to them, you can conclude at what stages success will accompany, and when you will have to face obstacles.

Only by taking a quick look at the birth chart and evaluating the trikons(with kendras from each of them), one can make an initial assessment of the three life stages!

Conclusion:

Once you know these basic concepts, which include Naisargika dasha, Jyotish becomes very simple. By itself, the "natural" system of periods does not guarantee accurate predictions, but it gives excellent results when combined with other dasas.

Whenever analyzing Vimshottari dasha or any other known period system, it is important to keep the Naisargika dasha in the background.

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[wearethekat]

as anyone who's read Alexis Hall's Something Spectacular would know, this is a queer novel which namedrops a lot of Baroque music. as someone with a Lot of Thoughts about music (albeit with no claim to expertise), here's the compiled results of the frantic youtube searching I did to find out which pieces he was referring to. Plus bonus commentary on the likelihood of the piece sending someone into raptures. May this be a help to anyone mixing up Artaxerxes (Arne), Artaserse (Vinci), and Serse (Handel).

(Yes, all three of these works do appear in the book, a curse on baroque composers and their recycled libretti)

Sonata no. 1 Book 1 in F For Piano Four Hands: II: Allegro (Burney)

Quote: "'Oh no.' Peggy elbowed Sir Horley urgently. 'I haven't heard Sonata no. 1 Book 1 in F for Piano Four Hands: I. How will I understand the plot?'" (45)

Commentary: I thought Alexis Hall had made this one up when reading the book. That's too much title, put some back. This one is actually legitimately tiresome*, 2/10. Highly unlikely to send someone into raptures.

Mozart's Flute Concerto no. 1 in G major

Quote: "only to be replaced by a long-nosed gentleman who subjected them to the full thirty minutes" (47)

Commentary: Cmon, this is Mozart, Peggy! please don't disrespect his divine name. 6/10. I could see how it would fail to send someone who doesn't like music into raptures, especially if we account for the fact it was apparently performed sans orchestra and possibly by an amateur performer.

Artaxerxes, "Still Silence Reigns Around" (Arne)

Quote: "As her clear, crystalline voice filled the room, Peggy wondered if anyone else was sensible of the irony of a two to three hour piece of musical theater opening with the line 'Still silence reigns around.' It was all she could do to prevent herself from muttering 'We should be so lucky' under her breath." (48)

Commentary: I was extremely skeptical that any concert would subject people to straight recitative, a convention designed to jam as much plot as inhumanely possible into thirty seconds of half-sung Italian. But no, Alexis Hall says this piece was so overplayed at the time that Jane Austen complained about it in a letter, and I believe him. 1/10. It takes a very good composer to make this stuff rapturous and this is not it.

"Come Fill, Fill, My Good Fellow" (Beethoven)

Quote: "the name of which reduced Sir Horley to a fit of giggles that had to be stifled in Peggy's handkerchief" (48)

Commentary: okay now this one was definitely put in just to make the obvious joke, but it's actually quite a fun drinking song, 6/10.

Cello Concerto in A Major (CPE Bach) (probably)

Quote: "the CPE Bach concerto he played sounded like someone sobbing under their bedclothes in the dark, but it spoke to her present mood." (48)

Commentary: Now THIS is more like it. Surely this would touch the heart of even the most hardened music hater, if only briefly. 7.5/10.

Serse, "Ombra mai fu" (Handel)

Quote: "There were no vocal tricks, no embellishments, or flourishes: just the performer's voice merciless in its power and perfection like nothing Peggy had ever heard before." (51)

Commentary: Okay, yeah, that would do it. I'm skeptical that this would make someone faint OR give them a spontaneous orgasm (especially since it's already been established that their hearts are hardened to the glories of Mozart), but it's a gorgeous piece. 9/10. Almost makes you want to forgive Handel for writing that wretched Hallelujah Chorus.

Artaserse, "Vo solcando un mar crud" (Vinci)

Quote: "Orfeo's voice rose and fell like the waves in a storm, gathering power and breaking afresh" (125)

Commentary: This is so extremely tiresome and unlovely. In fact it was so bad I had to double-check that the author actually meant this opera and not the five other Artaserses, but no. This is it. 0/10, bad even for the excesses of Baroque music, there's no way that an accredited Music Hater would enjoy this, no matter how hot they found the singer. If you want to hear what really good Baroque opera sounds like, try Joyce Didonato** chewing the furniture in this fantastic performance of "Pensieri, voi mi tormentate" (Handel again).

Germanico in Germanium, "Parto ti lascio, o cara" (Porpora)

Quote: "They surged through a dizzying series of rapid trills and flourishes, half-desperate, half-furious, the melody almost stumbling to keep up with them." (259)

Commentary: Perfectly passable if not precisely to my taste (<- baroque music disliker). I could see it having an effect if you already thought the singer was hot, 7/10.

Also mentioned: Minuetto (Boccherini)

*in my personal opinion as number 1 piano disliker

** for those of you who are musically uninclined, she's also singing a role which would be conventionally described as an "evil MILF" while dressed in black lingerie.

[propheciesanddreams]

Feliz Compleaños, Mon Étoile (Part 1)

Hello friends, it was a very special person(to me and the world)’s birthday yesterday! @luna13e-blog turned the amazing 3-0 yesterday! This is part one of her birthday gift. She asked for Dorlene and I threw in some Wolfstar. Here’s a little Dorlene and Wolfstar pre-double date fluff and silliness (and a few lines of spice there cause can’t have Wolfstar without it). Hope you like it my darling. 

Part 1 includes perspectives of Marlene and Remus, tomorrow I’ll post part 2 which contains the date and perspectives from Dorcas and Sirius. 

Marlene jumped over the couch in the Gryffindor common room to plop down next to its other occupant, Sirius Black. He was, surprisingly, reading a textbook and looking quite studious which was hilarious to Marlene and she just had to interrupt. 

“Hello!” She exclaimed close to his ear. He grimaced at her and rubbed at his ear as though he were batting away a mosquito. Marlene chuckled and then leaned back onto the couch. She reached into her robes pocket and pulled out an apple she had stowed away after lunch. Taking a bite from it, she surveyed her friend. He was really committing to the studying act today. His hair was pulled up into a messy bun with his wand and he was deep in concentration. This wouldn’t do. Marlene pulled her legs up under her on the couch and took yet another noisy bite of apple. She relished in the annoyed wrinkle in Sirius’ brow that she elicited. 

“What is it, Marlene?” He finally acknowledged her though he did not set the book down and that annoyed wrinkle only got deeper. 

"Your face will age if you keep looking like that." Marlene joked and took another bite of apple, smiling at the sweet crunch of it. 

"Jokes on you, I'm never getting old." Sirius retorted. "Unlike you. You'll be old, grey, and wrinkly and I'll be forever young." 

"Yeah right." Marlene wrinkled her nose. "No, not me. I'll die tragically in my twenties, I can feel it." 

"That's morbid." Sirius set his book down now and swung his legs up on the couch so they were looking at each other face-to-face now. "Neither of us will die young, we just won't grow old." 

"I'm not sure that's how it works, Black." 

"Well, pray tell, McKinnon, have you interrupted my studying in order to predict my early death or did you have something else to say?" Sirius tilted his head to the side as he spoke. He looked just like his brother when he did that, but Marlene would not be the one to tell him so. 

"Don't tell me you've forgotten." Marlene took another bite out of the apple. She wondered if the kitchens did something to the fruit to keep it tasting so sweet even in the middle of winter as it was. 

"Forgotten?" Sirius questioned. 

"Oh!" Marlene jumped up on her knees, springing forward to grasp one of Sirius' hands in her own. "You have forgotten! Oh this is deliciously funny!" 

"What? What did I forget, Mar. Please have pity on me, I'm exhausted! I don't think I've slept in three nights not with exams and then getting ready for my brother's birthday, and the mo–" He cut himself off abruptly and now it was Marlene's turn to look at him funny. He coughed as if covering something up. It was a very poor job for one of Gryffindor's own "Marauders". 

"I don't care about whatever prank you're planning, so long as it doesn't interrupt tonight!" Marlene gave him some pity from his fake cover up, it didn't matter what he was planning anyway. Those four were always up to something and the school was on alert because there hadn't been a decent prank in over a month so they had to be planning something big. 

"Right, tonight… just so we're on the same page, will you tell me what you know and I'll let you know if the prank coincides." Sirius asked, slowly. 

"You better be joking, Black!" She hit his arm teasingly then noticed his expression remained confused and she hit him again harder. "Sirius! Tonight! Our double date?" 

Realisation dawned on Sirius' face. "Oh shit! That's tonight! It's the 12th already? Oh shit!" 

"Yes! You idiot!" Marlene hissed. "Please tell me you've told Remus." 

"Remus… yes… of course… by any chance have you seen him recently?" 

"Merlin, you're hopeless!" She pinched her nose and then with a shooing motion added, "He left lunch early to go to the library." Sirius leapt off the couch, throwing his book down on the seat he'd previously been occupying. 

"Thanks, Mar!" He yelled over his shoulder from just inside the portrait hole.

"Great Hall at six!" She yelled back, shaking her head. 

~~~

"Mr. Black! This is a library not the quidditch pitch and I urge you to remember that!" The librarian's screeching caused Remus to look up and shake his head and the subject of her screams. Sirius had just barrelled in and nearly knocked over a cart full of books to be reshelved, he was very much like Padfoot if Remus did say so.

"Yes, sorry! I will be more cautious." He apologised with that Black family charm he and his brother seemed to be so good at turning on. Remus rolled his eyes when he noticed Sirius was looking at him. Of course, who else would he have come to bother. 

"I thought I could escape your chaos in here." He grumbled, pushing aside the parchment he had been writing on. There would be no work getting done now. 

"I'll have you know that I was actually studying–" 

"Oh yeah, I believe that." Remus retorted with a smirk.

"Hey! I was!" Sirius pleaded. "Anyway, but then Marlene interrupted by reminding me of our date tonight." 

"You and Marlene, huh?" Remus raised his eyebrow and made himself taller in his seat. That wasn't difficult against Sirius, though he was still standing at the moment which gave him a bit of advantage. Sirius, to his defence, looked back at Remus in defiance before shaking his head. 

"So, how much do you love me?" 

"How much are you going to make it up to me?" He looked directly into Sirius' eyes, holding his stare until the other boy blushed and understood his meaning. He looked around and quickly cast a Muffliato before leaning in close to Remus' ear. 

"Please, Moony. Please let me make it up to you. I’ll get on my knees for you and let you fuck my throat.” Remus shivered at the thought and reached over to curl his hand around the back of Sirius’ neck at the thought. His fingers intertwined with long locks of hair. 

“What do you mean let me?” He growled and received a very satisfying gulp from his boyfriend. 

“Please, Moony, please let me get on my knees for you and have you fuck my throat.” His voice was absolute sin. 

“Good pup, since you look so beautiful begging, yes. That will more than make up for it.” Remus muttered and then pushed back to survey Sirius. He let go of his neck and folded his hands on the table in front of him. Sirius already looked a mess, lust filled eyes and practically drooling, he was too good for Remus. "Now," he smirked up at his boyfriend, "You signed us up for a date with Marlene and Dorcas?" He pulled his essay back towards him trying to present a bored expression. 

"Erm, yes. Hogsmeade tonight for dinner." Sirius nervously played with the hem of his shirt. "Six."  He added. 

Remus looked around, the library was still fairly empty. He stilled Sirius' hand at the hem of his shirt and pulled him in for a quick kiss. "See you at six."

[equestrianempire]

Sweet Victory! Aaron Vale & Prescott Power to the Top in the $100,000 Mars Equestrian Grand Prix CSI 3*

Ocala, Florida, USA – March 02, 2024 – The WEC Grand Arena once again became the epicenter of thrilling international competition as spectators from near and far gathered at World Equestrian Center – Ocala to witness the highly anticipated $100,000 MARS Equestrian Grand Prix CSI 3*. An elite lineup of the world’s best Jumping athletes competed for the top prize, but it was Aaron Vale (USA) who clinched the well-deserved victory aboard Prescott (Lordanos x Bb Carvallo), owned by Thinkslikeahorse.

Catsy Cruz (MEX), an FEI Level III course designer, crafted the challenging tracks that allowed 11 duos to qualify for the jump-off. 

Samantha Schaefer (USA) & James Bond HX

Anna Dryden (USA) and Gipsy Love set the initial pace in the jump-off, but Samantha Schaefer (USA) and Bonne Chane LLC’s James Bond HX (Douglas x Cash) blazed through, clocking in at 41.33 seconds to take the lead.

Daniel Coyle (IRL) came close to taking the win with a speedy performance aboard Ariel Grange’s Legacy, but had a heartbreaking rail, leaving the door open for Aaron Vale, determined to seize the win.

Aaron Vale (USA) & Prescott

At the sound of the tone, Vale and Prescott were off, “I really shaped out to fence one, and got the six done easily in the turn. We caught that nice enough I was able to get eight down to the next oxer, and I think everybody else did nine. Then he actually grabbed a shoe landing, and I wasn’t sure what was happening, but for three or four strides he was scrambling. By the time everything cleared, the next oxer was going to be really long, but I had to win the class, so I took it. Then I was able to be patient to the combination, and after we landed that, I could just let his speed do the rest.” 

Molly Ashe Cawley (USA) & Loukas de La Noue

Molly Ashe Cawley (USA) and Oakridge Farm’s 13-year-old Belgian Warmblood gelding Loukas de La Noue (Malito de Reve x Mr Blue) clinched second place with a time of 39.96 seconds. Ashe Cawley praised the crowd at World Equestrian Center – Ocala, “Whenever I come here, I am always blown away by the crowd. They are always into it, and they really have become educated about the sport,” she shared. “I can’t thank MARS Equestrian and the Roberts family enough for what they’ve done for our sport. They’ve really made an impact with this incredible facility, and I think there is nothing but amazing things to come from it.” 

Aaron Vale (USA) & Prescott during the awards ceremony

Bridgett McIntosh, Director of MARS Equestrian spoke about the thrilling night, “Congratulations and thank you to the athletes and four-legged friends for joining us on this spectacular evening of equestrian sport. We are so proud to be a Founding Partner of World Equestrian Center and this venue truly embodies our vision: to create a better world for horses, pets and people. Our love for animals and the sport is evident, and we sincerely appreciate the entire equestrian community’s essential role in making it all possible.”

Final Results – $100,000 MARS Equestrian Grand Prix CSI 3*

1) Aaron Vale (USA) & Prescott: 2012 Holsteiner gelding by Lordanos x Bb Carvallo, Thinkslikeahorse: 0 / 0 / 37.30

2) Molly Ashe Cawley (USA) & Loukas de La Noue: 2011 Belgian Warmblood gelding by Malito De Reve x Mr Blue, Oakridge Farm: 0 / 0 / 39.96 

3) Samantha Schaefer (USA) & James Bond HX: 2014 KWPN gelding by Douglas x Cash, Bonne Chance LLC: 0 / 0 / 41.33

4) Summer Hill (USA) & Olympic van de Noordheuvel: 2014 Belgian Warmblood gelding by Zambesi Tn x Darco, Tal Milstein: 0/0/42.46

5) Caelinn Leahy (USA) & The Gray Man: 2008 KWPN gelding by Tjungske x Calando I, Steve Schaefer: 0 / 0 / 43.22

6) Anna Dryden (USA) & Gipsy Love: 2014 Warmblood mare by Guidam Sohn x L’esprit, Double Meadows Farm, LLC: 0/0/44.93

7) Daniel Coyle (IRL) & Legacy: 2010 Zangersheide mare by Chippendale Z x Bon Ami, Ariel Grange: 0 / 4 / 36.70

8) Lillie Keenan (USA) & Chili Pepper H M Z: 2015 Zangersheide stallion by Cornet Obolensky x Caretano Z, Chansonette Farm LLC: 0 / 4 / 40.84

9) Anna Dryden (USA) & Night van de KwakkelhoekNIGHT: 2013 Belgian Warmblood stallion by Jilbert Van’t Ruytershof, Double Meadows G LLC: 0 / 4 / 43.99

10) Lillie Keenan (USA) & Kick ON: 2014 Warmblood stallion by Warrior x Caretino Glory, Chansonette Farm LLC:0 / 4 / 45.51

11) Paul O’Shea (IRL) & Hellcat: 2011 Belgian Warmblood mare by Cassander Van Het Bremhof x Conan Team Eye Candy: 0/8/39.21

12) Aaron Vale (USA) & I. Adermie R 4: 2013 KWPN mare by Den Ham Blue R x Namelus R, Thinkslikeahorse: 4/69.76

Source: Press Release from the World Equestrian Center

Photos: © WEC / Andrew Ryback Photography

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Relationship meme, Gio from sins-of-the-sea? :0

"Now that reminds me..." William, at the prime of his pre-Mars, and by extent, pre-Hell life, and who still has yet to learn the horrors of what lies beyond this world, spoke. "The dude I sent the picture of a knitted lobster to? I still haven't told my name yet. Feels a little iffy giving a name, even if it's someone I'm getting to know more."

"Maybe I'll ask if we can exchange names. Not fair for me to know someone's name without letting them know mine."

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"He has that fire, despite not being one to conjure it-- Not as easily smothered out." Davoth hissed at the end of his sentence, his annoyance towards Giovanni clear.

"But perhaps, his journey will be a spectacle to watch. Will he prove a threat to his master and be able to inspire his companions to become such, or will he be doomed to follow that master to another time, another Hell...?"

[aswasforetold]

The Dessidiac - Lawful Great Adventures

A bit of a challenge and work in progress for how a zodiac/astrology might exist on the Continent.

THE DESSIDIAC ZODIAC

Dec 21st - The Passing, no one god, rather the god entering Dec 22 - Jan 6 (noon) - Mercatus Jan 6 (noon) - Jan 22 - Donrai Jan 23 - Feb 8 (noon) - Ryllae Feb 8 (noon) - Feb 24 - Ghailen Feb 25 - Mar 13 (noon) - Arcos Mar 13 (noon) - Mar 30 - Eddin Mar 31 - Apr 16 (noon) - Lencellier Apr 16 (noon) - May 3 - Zelka May 4 - May 20 (noon) - Heradrel May 20 (noon) - Jun 6 - Astolat Jun 7 - Jun 23 (noon) - Efdelshedel Jun 23 (noon) - Jul 9 - Corlesis Jul 10 - July 26 (noon) - Ahm July 26 (noon) - Aug 12 - Malomb Aug 13 - Aug 29 (noon) - Luxitor Aug 29 (noon) - Sept 15 - The Shadow Sept 16 - Oct 1 (noon) - Kaer Oct 1 (noon) - Oct 18 - Hemeel Oct 19 - Nov 3 (noon) - Sheffelfleck Nov 3 (noon) - Nov 20 - Shiom Nov 21 - Dec 6 (noon) - Dorrál Dec 6 (noon) - Dec 21 - Neriev

0 - Mercatus - The Fool - The youngest god, son of Arcos and Ghailen. A trickster God who created mortalkind by asking for a gift from each of the deities on his birthday. Adventures, beginnings, risks, travellers pray to Mercatus before a long journey

1 - Donrai - The Magician - The God of all things knowable. Keeper of the library of Celestia where all the knowledge shared in the world is stored.

2 - Ryllae - The High Priestess- The Goddess of secrets and all knowledge that is NOT to be known. She is advisor to the suspicious and desperate, and the revealer of the truths we push away from ourselves.

3 - Ghailen - The Empress - Ghailen is the keeper and ruler of the lands and the wilderness. She is the goddess of growth and fertility. She is not always so gentle, but rather cares more about the growth of the whole rather than the plight of individuals.

4 - Arcos - The Emperor - The king of kings and ruler of Celestia, which sits upon the crown of the spoke of The Wheel. Where Ghailen tends to the lands of mortalkind, Arcos rules mortalkind itself. He is a just and wise ruler, if divinely arrogant.

5 - Eddin - The Hierophant - The God of lineage, history, and tradition. Keeper of the lines of all mortals, and worshipped by lawmakers and ledgermains. Eddin is the father of the three sisters, Justice, Temperance, and Judgement.

6 -Lencellier -  The Lovers - The deity of love and community. Lencellier is the parent of several gods including the three sisters. They delight in the bonds mortals form and often finds ways to spend time physically in the world for festivals.

7 - Zelka - The Chariot - The great steed of Celestia who is ridden by the eldest sister, Dorral. Zelka is the god of action and travel, but Zelka does not care who is lost or left behind when the action starts.

8 - Heradrel - Strength - The eldest daughter of Arcos and Ghailen, who tamed Zelka. Heradrel is the goddess of both inner and outer strength, she is worshipped by mortals seeking inner peace and stability so they can control their own fates.

9 - Astolat - The Hermit - Astolat is the only goddess who abandoned Celestia. After she was jilted by Lencellier, she wandered into The Shadow where she now spends her time guiding lost souls. She is the goddess of letting go, of the lost, the forgotten, and lonely.

10 - Efdelshedel - Wheel of Fortune - Efdeleshedel is an eternal wheel grinding slowly in The Shadow. Efdelshedel is the entity of time and fate. It is said that one rotation from The Wheel can take millennia and that every rotation is nearly identical but with small changes.

11 -Corlesis - Justice - The sister of revolution. She is the youngest of the three sisters and fights injustice directly with violence and fury. She is often depicted like a valkyrie and is worshipped by rebels and those opposed to bullies and tyrants.

12 - Ahm - The Hanged Man - Ahm is the god of patience, martyrdom, sacrifice, and suffering. Ahm teaches us to grow from our pain and wait it out. Ahm loves Astolat and so hangs upside-down from his spoke for eternity, watching for her to return.

13 - Malomb -  Death - When Mercatus created mortals, there were only 21 gods. Malomb appeared and gave mortals The Gift, which is death. Malomb sees to the passage of souls at their time and abhors those that would try to refuse their gift.

14 - Luxitor - Temperance - The middle sister, she is the sister of compromise and non-violence. She seeks change gradually so that all parties become better through each other. She seeks balance in disputes. Comparing someone to Luxitor is sometimes considered an insult.

15 - The Shadow - The Devil - The place between places is a whirling ocean of black ink containing all of the collective wants and desires of all mortals. Associated with mirrors, The Shadow does not lie, it only allows you to lie to yourself.

16 - Kaer - The Tower - Represented by a meteor crashing to the world, Kaer is the god of great upheaval. Often called "The Father Moon" Kaer is the harsh realization of your weakness after a tragedy, the lesson learned after a calamitous mistake.

17 - Hemeel - The Star - One of the "outer" Gods, Hemeel follows Kaer as the first glimmer of hope during the darkest night. The bereaved and the downtrodden turn to Hemeel when they feel all is lost in search of guidance.

18 - Sheffelfleck - The Moon - The God of dreams, one of the earliest entities in the pantheon who dreamed The Wheel into existence and The Sun to see it. It is said that Sheffelfleck eats nightmares but should Sheffelfleck stir, all the nightmares he has eaten will come to life.

19 - Shiom - The Sun - The mother sun who delights in the revelation of truth and loves to gaze at the world from on high. She hates The Shadow and so only watches The Wheel and its passing. It is said she perpetually sleeps and only awakens at the end of a rotation.

20 - Dorrál - Judgement - The eldest of the sisters, the general of the armies of Celestia who rides on the back of Zelka. She is a brilliant tactician who seeks change dispassionately through guile and strategy.

21 - Neriev - The World - The goddess of hearth, home, and the very essence of the living world. Neriev is both easy and difficult to worship, as she is essentially everything. Travelers often thank her when they catch a familiar sight when they are nearly home.

The God whose time you were born during, the God whose Passing you were born under, and the God who marks your current year all effect you differently to make your present reality, which then interacts with the god who is currently Passing.

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sorry for all the wednesday art the show is gonna be my whole personality for like a week or two so <3

[sjhanny2000]

Fights and Sweet Touches (Part 4)

A/N: Guess who's back? 😅 This will probably be the biggest part of this little series, just FYI. Part 5 has not been written yet due to the school year starting but any free time I have will be to finishing it!

Warning(s): separation of spouses, depression, anxiety, mental illness, recovery, self deprecation, reunification of separated spouses, mentions of illness, spoilers for KNY: Entertainment District Arc

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SPOILERS FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT ARC ARE PRESENT! TURN AROUND IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE SPOILED!

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"Y/N-chan?”

The silence that followed that simple but heavily complicated address was near deafening. No one moved, no one spoke, no one dared to breathe as you stared at the three women in front of you, so far yet so damn close. 

How could this have happened?

When you began to cry, you don’t remember, but as you stood there, world on fire and anxiety screaming bloody murder, you took notice of the wetness on your cheeks, the salty liquid coming to stain the fabric of your kimono. This couldn’t be-, this was impossible-, they were supposed to never find you- !

“Y/N-chan!” 

A pair of warm, memory-riddled arms came to wrap around your neck, ripping you out of your thoughts and back into reality, quickly stumbling to take note that it was Suma, sweet, blubbering Suma hugging you.

Just as quickly as she came to hug you, she pulled away, a look of surprise on her face as she did the one thing that made you want to scream to the heavens in terror. 

Her gaze settled on my large midsection, awed wonder flooding her childish features. “Y/N-chan are you-?!” 

Before she could even begin to finish that damning question, an alarming shout filled the air. 

“What is the meaning of this?!” 

Your attention fell onto Riku-san without a moment’s hesitation, the older woman’s face marred in a fearsome glare as she stormed over to your location behind the counter. 

“You will remove your hands from her this instant!” Her hands gently yet sternly pulled you away from Suma’s grasp, glare never ceasing to exist. “Who do you think you are, coming into my shop and harassing one of my employees?!” 

Before you could even try to mitigate the situation, a snarling Makio appeared at Suma’s side, the feisty kunoichi nearly touching noses with your boss. “Get your hands off of our wife, NOW!” 

“WIFE?!” 

Riku-san’s hold only tightened with your wife’s declaration, pulling you against her plump chest. “Do I look like I give a damn who you are, girl?! You girls CANNOT and WILL NOT come in here like a bull in a china shop, disturbing my staff and other patrons, regardless of your marital relations to Ahmya-san!” 

“R-Riku-san, please, it’s okay-,” You stumbled over your words like a child, hands shaking and mind far too chaotic at the moment to make any sense of what was going on. 

“Ahmya-san?” At some point in all of the chaos, Hinatsuru had appeared in the space between you and your other wives, concerned confusion present on her beautiful face as she placed a calming hand on Makio’s shaking shoulder. “Their name is Y/N.” 

Hearing your true name sent icy shivers down your spine, mouth growing dry as the ability to breath grew more laborious with each passing second. The urge to scream plagued your mind, warring aggressively against the instinct to run to them, to let Makio hold you, to breathe in her scent of honey suckles and freshly tilled earth. Your heart was begging for the feeling of Hinatsuru’s feather soft lips to grace your full ones, to hold Suma’s hand and never let go. They had been your anything and everything, the stars to your moon, and just seeing them after all this time, after all the tears and heartbreak, you felt as if you were splitting into two. 

You knew better though. A swift kick from the child within your womb reminded you of that. 

“I don’t care what their name is, you three need to leave!” Riku-san pointed a stern finger towards the shop door. “They are in no condition to undergo the emotional stress you three are inflicting on them!” 

Hinatsuru stepped forward with her hands clasped together, tears saturated with desperation flooding her violet irises. “Please, we mean no harm! We’ve been searching for Y/N-chan for months-!” 

“Perhaps there’s a reason why they left you. Have you thought of that?” The shopkeeper gazed at Hinatsuru without a speck of remorse, hand coming to rest on her hip. 

They-they had been searching for you? 

Raging emotions threatened to strangle your heart, helpless as you watched a fiery Makio take an defensive stance, hands curled into her fists. “You don’t know anything lady-!”

“I know plenty, thank you very much! I know that the lousy man you call a husband practically cast Ahmya-san from your shared home, berating her for having the simple want of having a child of their own!” Riku-san snarled at the three unnerved women standing before her, her mouth relentless and bearing acidic venom. 

Suma, who was hardly holding it together, let out a pleading sob, shaking her head in earnest. “Please! We’ve come so far-!” 

Miwa stepped forward with her arms crossed over her chest. “I believe your mother told you to exit our shop. Leave on your own or I’ll remove you myself!” 

“Y/N!” Suma begged, curling herself around Makio’s right arm with tears gushing down her cheeks, the very same ones you longed to hold in the cusp of your palms as you kissed her peach tasting lips. “Please!” 

Makio held the other kunoichi close, voice cracking with emotion, something that only occurred once in a blue moon. “We only want to talk! You don’t need to hide from us!” 

Oh, how could you not? You were carrying the unwanted child of your husband, the one he had been so adamant about preventing at all costs. In your selfishness, you had torn apart the only good thing that had occurred, forced to leave behind the life you had cherished with every fiber of your being. So many nights had been spent in tears as you attempted to reconcile with yourself, to force your weeping heart into reluctant submission whilst it cried for your spouses. The lack of closure was what was really killing you in the end; you had been able to say goodbye to your mother when she passed, to watch your siblings leave the family estate, to bid your abusive and neglectful father one last damned farewell, one he brushed off without a care in the world. Hinatsuru stole your attention away from your dire thoughts with a simple but heartbreaking sob, clearly muffled but still existent, and the very sound had your knees shaking in weakness. 

Tear-filled pools of violet met your (e/c), your wife of reason wavering in both voice and body as she spoke. “Please, just give us a moment to explain! If not for us, for your own sanity!” 

“Ladies, I would leave while you can! Riku-san here has quite the temper” Hoshi-sensei moved to corral your wives out the door, nervous sweat rolling down his forehead whilst looking at your boss’ unmoving form of steel. 

The three kunoichi paid the doctor no mind as Miwa-san stepped forward, Suma reaching out to your frozen form with pure and unadulterated despair. “Y/N-chan!” 

Why were they being so persistent? What could they possibly want from you, the wayward and troublemaking wife? You had only been a burden, Tengen had told you so all those months ago! Why were they here?! 

A soft voice sounded from the deep recesses of your mind, so weak that one could barely hear its message. You, however, heard it loud and clear. 

‘Maybe I was never a burden to them after all.’ 

“W-wa-wait.” 

No one must have expected you to talk in that moment because before you could even begin to think of what to say next in this impossibly messy situation, six sets of eyes were on you and Kami you couldn’t do this! 

“I-I wish to hear the-them out, Riku-san.” The joyful surprise on your wives’ faces made the guilt weighing heavy on your shoulders even more taxing to carry, your gaze falling upon the older woman’s visage of aversion. “P-please.” 

The older woman’s calculating gaze fell on your quivering form, inspecting your person with a sharp eye before. It was only after a few moments of suffocating silence, Riku-san pulled away with a grunt of displeasure. “I will allow this conversation to take place. However-!” 

She sent a warning glare to your wives, practically daring them to destroy their chances to speak with you. “-if one of you upsets Ahmya-san, you must swear that you will never return to our village.”

 

Your eyes flew wide with surprise, a gasp escaping your lips at hearing the woman’s audacious ultimatum. “Riku-san-!” 

Suma, much to your surprise, cut you off mid-objection, her pools of gorgeous sapphire unmoving and brimming with stubborn determination. “We accept your terms!” 

“Very well,” Riku-san retorted with a nod, unfolding her arms with a sense of finality coloring her body features. Her attention returned to your person, her gaze comforting yet firm. “Miwa and I will be in the other room. Do NOT hesitate to call for one of us, do you understand?” 

“Hai, Riku-san.” You gave her a slight bow of agreeance, not allowing yourself to look her in the eyes. You didn’t have the right; you had lied to her about so many things. 

A worn hand gently took hold of your chin, forcing you to look at the woman who was nothing short of a mother to you. Much to your surprise, you saw a pained demeanor of understanding painting her aging features. 

“We all lie for a reason, child. Have no shame in the ones you have spun to protect yourself with. If you do, the guilt will eat you from the outside in.” With that, she pulled away, beckoning for Miwa-san to follow her. “Come along Miwa, there’s fabric to sort in the back.” 

Miwa flicked her gaze between you and her, clearly torn. “Mama-!” 

“Now, girl.” 

The young woman cast you one last look of worry before doing as she was told, quietly shuffling after her hurricane of a mother. 

“And Hoshi! Leave the herbs and don’t let the door hit you on the way out!” 

The aging man watched the two women leave with his mouth agape but quickly did as he was told, placing the herbs on the inner counter. He turned to you, uncertainty in his eyes, but looking to your awaiting wives and back. “Good luck, girly!” 

With that, the man practically flew out of the shop, the soft ringing of the bell being the only sound that filled the tense atmosphere. You didn’t have the strength to lift your gaze from its place of your breasts, no, you had no right to. You were the one that was a burden, you were the one that had abandoned your role and its responsibilities, one that you had been so graciously gifted with. And now, you were bearing the child your husband, your rock and liberator, had explicitly stated that he didn’t want. Your wives obeyed every order Tengen gave, listened to every piece of advice he dished out, followed him wherever he ventured. Hinatsuru served as his rationality, Makio his stubbornness, and Suma his emotions. They were the chosen ones, Suma had even willingly accept Hinatsuru and Makio into their marriage! The trio had simply been informed by Tengen without a bat of an eye that oh here you were, a fourth wife, one that couldn’t defend herself, who was attention starved and in need of so much love and attention and work-. In the end, you had always been the outsider; your wives had kept their thoughts on having children in the future and you had never been good at thinking like them, of differentiating the responsibilities of the Demon Slayer Corps. and those of personal want. You simply were you, a born and raised civilian who had been born into a family of wealth and status, beaten with the silver spoon of privilege rather than in your mouth, and always, no matter the situation, left alone. Why-?!

A firm yet gentle squeeze of your right hand abruptly ripped you away from your quicksand-like thoughts, mind reeling as you anxiously looked around to find the owner of the foreign limb holding yours. Tears instantly welled in your pools of (e/c) the moment they met the gorgeous blue ones of Suma, the ones you cried over for weeks whenever you found yourself focusing on pails of water or ocean patterned yukatas too much. Her sapphire irises threatened to swallow you whole, so small and hesitant like a young child with a stranger, body trembling in fear at the simple touch that you had once melted into. 

“We’re so glad you’re okay, Y/N-chan,” A loud sniffle escaped the emotional woman, her voice straining with the need to cry. “We thought we lost you forever. Everyone’s been searching for you everywhere!”

Everyone? Even Ten-?

Heart crying out in agony, you shook your head adamantly, snatching your hand away from the teary kunoichi. “Why, why on earth would you be searching for me?! I’m a burden-!” 

“Shut your mouth!” 

Makio stepped forward with her golden brown eyes alit with rage that was threatening to break free, hands clenched into fists of frustration. “Why wouldn’t we be searching for you?! You’re our wife! How shallow do you think we are-?!” 

“Makio! You’re not helping!” Hinatsuru glared at her fellow kunoichi with a stern glare, waiting until Makio loosened her posture with a huff before turning her attention back to you. “Y/N-chan, I only speak for myself, Suma, and Makio when I say this so please, give us a moment to speak with you!” 

“Tengen-sama informed us what transpired between you two, of those vile words he spat. Allow us to tell you without a shred of a doubt that never in a thousand years have we thought of you so lowly, to see you as a burden or greedy! Never have you been either of these things, in fact I can’t believe you’re capable of being such a person!” The violet-eyed woman placed tender, steadying hands on your quivering shoulders, tears cascading wetly down your (s/c) cheeks. “You are one of the greatest things that ever happened to us, and for so many reasons! Never could we’ve imagined being able to have a place that we’re eager to come to because we know we can shed our pasts at the door, that we can simply be us. Not kunoichi, not Demon Slayers, but wives to one of the most dedicated and empathetic people we’ve had the pleasure to meet.” 

“Hina’s right! You changed our lives for the better! We’ve never been good at relaxing, at taking the time to enjoy caring for plants or to learn how to cook food that isn’t just nutritional but super yummy! You taught us that’s something outside fighting all the time!” With a wail, Suma wrapped herself once more around your upper arm, weeping in earnest. 

Makio gave an anxious nod of agreement, arms crossed over her chest in defiance, a faint blush on her cheeks. “We learned how to be people because of you. You’re the one we’ve always looked forward to seeing, one of the reasons to fight with all our hearts so we can come home to you.” 

“So when we came home to find you and your stuff gone, it felt like our world had shattered all over again!” Anger swiftly replaced her humility in a blur of a second, a snarl forming on her lips. You knew what she was referring to, ghost-like clawed hands faintly drifting down your clothes covered thighs, inciting an ice cold shiver of fear to wiggle down your spine. “And everything only got worse when Tengen-sama told us what happened, the bastard! He allowed his trauma to speak for not only him but for us as well and we didn’t even get the chance to dispute it because it was too fucking late!” 

A choked sob unwillingly escaped your painted lips, chest aching with heartache and want because your wives, all three of your strong, beautiful wives, were right in front of you, dispelling all of the horrible thoughts and feelings that had been plaguing you since your final interaction with Tengen. Your hands flew your mouth, knees dangerously knocking against each other as you attempted to hold yourself together-. 

They still loved you. 

In a flurry of movements and emotions, your knees gave way and suddenly you found yourself nestled in Hinatsuru’s arms, Makio and Suma crowding around you two with worry. “Y/N-chan-!” 

“You still love me.” The sobs were nearly suffocating, a wave of pure and unadulterated relief overwhelming. “Kami, you still love me!” 

Your words seemed to break the straw in the camel’s back, the three women smothering you in cuddles and sweet words in a matter of milliseconds, Suma rubbing her silk smooth cheek against your own whilst Makio took hold of your hand. “Of course we still love you stupid, we’ll always love you! You’re not only our wife but our best friend! Heck, you have to be one of your soulmates with how you came into our lives!” 

“And what an honor it is to call you one of our soulmates.” Calloused hand wiping away the moist tears marring your face, Hinatsuru gazed at you with warm springs of amethyst. “I can’t think of living a life without you in it, Y/N-chan, none of us can.” 

“Absolutely!” “For sure!” 

Who all fell under this blanket of love however? 

“I-I can’t come home. Not with-, not like this.” Anxiety munched away at your already shot nerves, fresh tears welling up in your eyes. “Tengen-!” 

“-is an asshole and we along with all of the Hashira have told him so! Hell, even Tanjiro and the kids gave him a piece of their mind!” Makio huffed, golden brown irises on fire with indignation. 

“Makio!” 

Before Suma and Makio could devolve into a pointless argument, Hinatsuru cleared her throat, effectively silencing the other two kunoichi. The more reserved of the three graced with a smile as warm as the sun, her free hand coming to gently cup the swell of your stomach. “This baby is everything any of us have ever wanted, Y/N-chan. To hear the patter of little feet on the hardwood, to have a little boy or girl with Tengen-sama’s hair and your eyes and smile, to enjoy everything pregnancy has to offer-.” 

“-especially with how big your chest has gotten, and how pretty you’d be! We’ve even roleplayed it when you weren’t in the room!” Suma chimed in, no shame whatsoever on her face as Makio and Hinatsuru turned red as tomatoes from complete and utter embarrassment. 

“Shut it, dumbass!” One of Makio’s fists made brutal contact with the top of Suma’s head, the blue wearing kunoichi breaking out into wails. “We said we’d never talk about that!” 

You too were quick to hide your own embarrassment, a squeak escaping you as you covered your flush face with your hand. Had they really had-, and to you being-?!

Hinatsuru let out a nervous cough, clearly bothered by the revelation of your wives supposed secret kinks. “*Ahem*, that aside, it’s honestly a very welcomed surprise to see you well, in your condition.” 

Hand drifting to rest at your middle thigh, Makio shyly made the most minimal eye contact with you, voice no louder than a mumble. “Look even better than I imagined.” 

Oh Kami, give me strength!

How much thought had they put into this? In all honesty, you wanted to know but you knew that it was not the place nor the time to explore your wives’ well, bedroom fantasies. 

“E-even if you three are okay with this,” You took your bottom lip between your teeth, worrying away. “What about Tengen?”

“Oh fu-!” 

“MAKIO!” 

The fiery kunoichi pulled away with a scoff, crossing her arms over her chest. “You two shouldn’t be defending him! He’s the reason we’re all in this mess anyway!” 

“We’ve all made mistakes, Makio. He’s are just especially stupid.” Hinatsuru glared at your fellow wife, distaste of Makio’s brash words evident. “Tengen-sama is still our husband and our lord; give respect where it is due!” 

“But, does he really deserve it?” 

All eyes fell onto Suma’s solemn face, eyes downcast and bottom lip trembling. “Makio’s right. Y/N-chan only left because of what he said! We’ve had to miss out on the majority of their pregnancy, something we’ve always imagined experiencing together! If he hadn’t said what he said, we would have never gone to the Entertainment District and Tengen-sama would have never been hurt-!” 

“Hurt?” 

An uncomfortable silence filled the room, all three of your wives shutting up tighter than a clam, tears forming in all of their eyes. 

“Te-Tengen’s been hurt? Is he okay?” You pulled away from Hinatsuru, it suddenly became so hard to breathe. “What happened to him?” 

Suma let out a wail and Makio grimaced, unwilling to meet your eyes, Hinatsuru clearly unsure whether to answer your questions or leave you hanging. “He-he was-.” 

“He was what?” 

The need to know ate all your remaining reserves, hands shaking as all of the worst scenarios played out in your head. Had Tengen died? Realization hit you with the force of a well-aimed back hand, knocking you back into rational reality. Your wives followed Tengen everywhere; they served as his eyes and ears, seeing as how Tengen was subpar at stealth, a true testament of how the Sound Hashira had come to reject his upbringing. If your wives were here but Tengen wasn’t, then-! 

Trembling in her spot before your position, Hinatsura finally gained the ability to speak her thoughts into words. “A month ago, Tengen-sama fought Upper Moon Six alongside Tanjiro and his friends.”

Eyes going wide, the knowing dread of what the purple-eyed kunoichi sunk into your chest. Faintly, Tengen’s voice echoed in the back of your mind. 

“Muzan Kibutsuji has twelve loyal demons of great but unflamboyant strength commonly known in the Corps as the Twelve Kizuki. These demons are split into two groups: Upper Moons and Lower Moons.” Tengen gazed at you with brutal honesty in all manners of his body language and voice, arms crossed over his thick chest. “Demon Slayers of all abilities over the centuries have come into contact with these foul creatures, Hashiras specifically. Lower moons have been defeated but with a sacrifice of some degree. Encounters with an Upper Moon are death sentences that no slayer, regardless of whether they are a Kinoe or Hashira, have yet to escape.”  

‘Encounters with an Upper Moon are death sentences to no slayer, regardless of whether they are a Kinoe or Hashira, have yet to escape.’ 

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” You couldn’t stop the words from falling out, so damningly heavy with painful reality. 

“No! Tengen-sama survived! It-its’ just, well-!” Suma objected, twiddling with her fingers, a nervous habit of hers.

“Just spit it out already, idiot!” Makio barked, finally looking you in the eye. “Tengen-sama was badly injured in the fight but luckily for us, Nezuko-chan was there. She flushed the poisons from his system! Sadly, she couldn’t replace his eye or hand-.” 

“We’ve withdrawn from the Demon Slayer Corps. because of the extent of his injuries. We can finally retire and have a family, just like we always talked about.” You trembled at Hinatsuru’s words, arms wrapping around your well-rounded stomach. 

It couldn’t be possible. Tengen had come in contact with an Upper Moon and survived? And he had been so badly hurt that he had been forced to retire? They had always talked about retiring, about all of them settling down and doing the whole civilian thing, of starting the family you had always dreamed about. The one that was already underway. 

“W-where is he?” You searched your wives’ faces for answers. “Does he know you’re here?” 

“No, the last time we spoke with Tengen was three weeks ago. He wanted to continue searching for you while he recovered at the Butterfly Mansion.” Hinatsuru gave a shake of her head, lips drawn in a tight line. 

“He’s been in the dog house since you left. Minimal contact both physical and through writing. It’s been frustrating him to no end.” Makio chimed in, a grimace once again taking root on her lips. “If you’re worried about us telling him, don’t worry. What we do next is up to you.”

“Oh, they know exactly what they’re going to do next!” 

All eyes fell upon Riku-san’s ungiving form in the doorway, a stern glare on her aging face. “Ahmya-san is going to return home with you three and they’re going to put that bastard husband of yours in his place!” 

Miwa-san poked her out from behind the curtain, face red with embarrassment. “MAMA!” 

The five women looked to you, each set of eyes searching for your rebuttal. It was your choice, the ball was in your court. Would you stay here where you knew you were safe and stable, or would you return home where Tengen could simply outright reject you like he had done before? 

You hated making big choices like this. 

After a few moments of heavy silence and even heavier thoughts, you lifted your head. 

“Let’s go home.” 

~~~

A/N: I hope you guys like this part! Comment, kudo, and reblog!

[c-nilsen]

TASK #005

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Cyrus Mark Nilsen PRONUNCIATION: Sigh-rus Mark Nil-sen MEANING: Cyrus--Sun, Mark--consecrated to the god Mars, Nilsen--son of Nils REASONING: on their babymoon, a trip around Big Sur, Cyrus’ mother had fallen in love with the Monterey Cypress trees that covered the coast, and knowing she’d seem a bit too crunchy granola for her traditional family if she named her first born ‘Cypress’, she thought Cyrus was a good substitute NICKNAME(S): Cy, Nilsen PREFERRED NAME(S): Cy or Cyrus BIRTH DATE: May 5th, 1984 AGE: 38

ZODIAC: Taurus GENDER: Cis Male PRONOUNS: He/Him/His ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteroromantic (probably) SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual (probably, he has never experimented, but wouldn’t rule anything out) NATIONALITY: American ETHNICITY: White CURRENT LOCATION: Humboldt Hills, Eureka, California LIVING CONDITIONS: Middle Class TITLE(S): Dad, Park Ranger, Volunteer Firefighter

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: Humboldt Hills, Eureka, California HOMETOWN: Eureka, California SOCIAL CLASS: Middle Class EDUCATION LEVEL: High school Diploma, graduate of Humboldt County Fire Academy FATHER: Eli Nilsen (deceased) MOTHER: Cynthia Nilsen (deceased) SIBLING(S): Mia Nilsen (adoptive sister), + 3 TBD BIRTH ORDER: Cyrus is the eldest, Mia is the youngest CHILDREN: Evan Nilsen (20) PET(S): one coming soon.....possibly OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: Giorgia Palvetti (ex-wife) ARRESTS?: N/A PRISON TIME?: N/A

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Park Ranger in the National Park Service SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: stipends from working as a Volunteer Fire Fighter in Humboldt County TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME: N/A APPROXIMATE AMOUNT PER YEAR: 60k CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: Very PAST JOB(S): Bus boy at Rosie’s in high school SPENDING HABITS:  Frugal as hell.  Despite knowing his parents would and could lend him money if he needed them to, Cyrus found himself increasingly determined to be able to take care of himself and Evan with only what he earned, finding it an important sign to himself and others that he could handle being a single, teenage parent. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: practically: it’s the lock box with all his and evan’s important documents in them.  but impractically? and he almost wants to gag when he says it, but it’s the framed picture he has on his bed side table, of the first time he held Evan.  

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: high INTELLIGENCE: medium-high AGILITY: medium-high STAMINA: high TEAMWORK: medium TALENTS: handy, good-listener SHORTCOMINGS: nearsighted (not, like, literally), tends to focus in on the task at hand and doesn’t pay attention to much else LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, very very sparse Norwegian picked up from his father (who only spoke it with his parents) DRIVE?: Yes JUMP-STAR A CAR?: Yes CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: Yes RIDE A BICYCLE?: Yes SWIM?: Yes PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: No PLAY CHESS?: No BRAID HAIR?: Yes TIE A TIE?: Yes PICK A LOCK?: Yes

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Taylor Kinney EYE COLOR: Blue HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown/Grey/Silver (more grey and silver these days) HAIR TYPE/STYLE: a bit of a grown out high-and-tight, buzzes it during the summers GLASSES/CONTACTS?: he doesn’t want to admit it, but he may need to start looking into distance glasses DOMINANT HAND: left HEIGHT: 6′0 WEIGHT: 190lbs BUILD: Fit, lean EXERCISE HABITS: Both his work in the Park Service and as a volunteer firefighter keeps him fairly fit, and while he works out regularly as well, it’s nothing particularly hardcore SKIN TONE: pale, but easily tans ins the busy season TATTOOS: Yes 👀 PEIRCINGS: No MARKS/SCARS: a whole bunch, but none of note NOTABLE FEATURES: that silver fox hair, baby USUAL EXPRESSION: open, calm, relaxed CLOTHING STYLE: Jeans, boots, t-shirts, plaids, leather or cargo jackets weather depending JEWELRY: chain with a saint florian pendant, that was his father’s ALLERGIES: shellfish DIET: Very simple.  He’s not a horrible cook, but isn’t one for fancy techniques or recipes, nor does he really ever have the patience for them PHYSICAL AILMENTS: Bad knee

PSYCHOLOGY

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good ELEMENT: Earth PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: naturalist SOCIABILITY: Social, but still tends to come off a bit quiet EMOTIONAL STABILITY: high DRUG USE: Some weed in his teenage years, and every once in awhile, now that Evan is grown, he’ll indulge, but it’s a rarity ALCOHOL USE: maybe a beer-a-night, type of guy, tends to drink more socially PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: No

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: laid back, regular speed ACCENT: he doesn’t think he has one QUIRKS: prefers to give exact change, abnormally loud sneezes, texts with one thumb HOBBIES: has recently come to the terrifying realization he really doesn’t have any HABITS: makes the motion of cracking his knuckles, one by one, but doesn’t actually crack them NERVOUS TICKS: adjusting his saint florian pendant DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: being a decent person, making his parents proud, providing a good life for his son FEARS: letting those he loves down POSITIVE TRAITS: hard working, reliable, soft-hearted NEGATIVE TRAITS: commitment-averse, stubborn, tunnel-visioned SENSE OF HUMOR: goofy DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: medium-amount

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: hiking, woodworking ANIMAL: dog, orcas and timber wolves BEVERAGE: Rainier beer BOOK: he’s more of an article guy, and honestly can’t remember the last time he read a book COLOR: green, he’s basic FOOD: a cheesy, messy, meatball sub (with potato chips snuck in there for some crunch) MOVIE: the pacifier.  shut up. MUSICAL ARTIST: dirtyheads SCENT: petrichor SPORT: baseball SPORTS TEAM: 49ers TELEVISION SHOW: Survivor WEATHER: Fall, post-rain storm VACATION DESTINATION: Orcas Island, Washington

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: dying of old age with someone he loves and his children and grandchildren surrounding him, content with his life in all ways MOST AT EASE WHEN: surrounded by family and friends, events like barbecues etc LEAST AT EASE WHEN: attending to a fire/emergency.  sometimes he wonders if he’d feel less so if he was more than just a volunteer fire fighter WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: Evan dying BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: raising a well-balanced, decent kid BIGGEST REGRET: not going to college BIGGEST SECRET: he regrets not settling down and having more children, secretly having loved being a young dad, and knowing that if he has more kids now, he’s on the older end of the spectrum TOP PRIORITIES: Family, Friends, Work

[this-is-my-brutality]

Game Night.

“It will be fun!!” Kara insisted ethunastically, placing several bags of groceries on her kitchen island. She had never hosted such a large group for game night and she wanted to make sure it went well. The last thing she wanted to do was run out of food. The food was the best part in her opinion.  “Of all games, Trivia Pursuit will definitely show everyone's true colors.” Alex smirked, popping a chip into her mouth as she leaned on the island. Her sarcasm was clear as day. Kara’s eyes rolled, “Real funny, Alex. Now, would you please help me instead of eating all the food before game night even begins!” Kara snapped. Alex threw a chip at Kara before following her little sister's demand.  A friendly game night with those that she loved. Just a group of friends enjoying a Friday night, especially with Alex, Talia, Susan, Winn and James in play. 

____

“I put all of the questions in a bowl!” A quick adjustment of her glasses assured that before she continued, “Of course the teams are: Alex and myself. Talia and Susan. Winn and James.” Kara spoke, “Are we ready?” 

Nods of heads allowed the game to begin. Kara grabbed a piece of paper out of the bowl, reading over it first before looking at Winn and James who won the draw to go first. “This sports team was the first to win three National Championships in football.” 

Winn looked at James expectantly. “You do not know this do you?” James questioned his friend who frantically shook his head, “I do not watch sports!” Winn panicked. James laughed before nodding, “Metropolis Meteors!” James answered immediately after hesitation. 

Kara raised a brow in surprise, “Correct!”

Winn excitedly bounced in his seat and gave James a high five. “Okay, Talia and Susan..” James spoke, letting them be the second ones to chime in, “At what temperature does water freeze?” He questioned them, his fingers tapped the paper in his hands. 

“Oh. oh, oh, oh!!” Winn raised his hand making Kara glare at him, “Dude, let them have a chance to answer.” Kara reprimanded the eager in him. Both Talia and Susan chuckled at Winn and Kara. Talia munches on a chip really quickly, then looks at Susan, 

“You want to say one and I say the other?” Talia asks Susan. Susan smiled and nodded, “Go for it,” she tells Talia.  

Talia looked at everyone, “Well, that answer will be 32 degrees fahrenheit,” she answers.  Then Susan clears her throat, “Or if we’re going the Metric system, that answer will be 0 degrees Celsius. Now if we were talking about other worlds Mar-”  Talia cuts her off. 

Kara’s eyes widened at the facts and she bit into the chip she held in her hands. Kara was impressive and also jealous of the facts Susan was currently spilling out into the playing field. The blonde's eyes narrowed competitively as she pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose.

“Susan, we’re talking about Earth, not Mars or Neptune or Tatooine. Okay?” Talia said. Susan smiled, “Sorry, couldn’t help it,” she says, then looks at everyone else before taking a bite of a chip. Talia nods then sticks her hand into the bowl and pulls out a question. “What month do people celebrate Halloween?” Talia asks. Susan smiled, “Ah Halloween…I love Halloween,” she says. Talia looks at Susan, “Just don’t get into the history of it…” “Don’t worry, I won't,”  Susan replied.

“October!!” Kara quickly shouted as she was eager to answer the question, but all eyes fell on her. Kara shrugged, taking a sip of her wine, “What? I love Halloween too.” She competitively teased with a smile.

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[ninnieartsies]

Hey there I'm so glad you not only loved my headcanon but built on top of it!!~ <3 Here's one for Toge/Momo, a rarer ship from what I've heard heard.

Jujutsu High the Osaka school host a dance event, and the Toko students are invited, Toge wants to deeply and desperately confess to crush Momo but his only issue that damned cursed speech of his, So what he does is organise a song to to be played.

Smash cut to when he's dancing with Momo and the chosen song comes on, Bruno Mar's The way you are, he gently gets her to looks at him as he lip-syncs to the chorus "When I see your face there's not a thing I would change, 'cuse you're amazing just the way you are"

I think it fits Momo with her way of thinking and feeling would need to hear that more than most people, and that's why Toge chose that song. He would tell she's beautiful and that her eyes shrine like stars, her laughs sound gorgeous to him. Alas with his cursed speech he's made to communicate his feelings in a pretty public way.

@jjkcursedtiddies

Honestly sorry I just got to rambling and added so much to your Goyuu headcanon, but I got so excited that someone actually took their time to send me an ask about them XD

BUT BACK TO THIS ASK AND

Ooohhhh. :0

I've not ever thought about this ship, but then again my brain is like 60% Goyuu, 25% sukufushi, and the rest is like FushiIta and TojiGo and SukuGo, and some other ships lmao

bUT THAT SOUNDS SUPER CUTE THO!

I like the lipsync part a bunch, because it would make sense since he can't talk. Gives me like Bumblebee vibes from Transformers when he spoke through a radio!! Super cute!!