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Tips for Secure Code Review | CybersecurityTv

Secure code review is a crucial part of the software development lifecycle aimed at identifying and mitigating security vulnerabilities in code. It involves manually examining the source code for potential security issues.

[clemmmmmmmmmmmmmm]

“The monsters gone and your daddy here…”

Batboys as fathers

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1. Jason Todd(ALLL girls, 2-4 girls)

• Protective but soft dad: Looks like he’d teach his kid how to hotwire a car (and maybe he does), but he’s the first to tear up during a school play.

• Reads bedtime stories with dramatic flair: Does all the voices, sometimes throws in a few expletives before quickly correcting himself.

• Rides or dies for his kid: Anyone bullies them? Jason shows up at school with the most terrifying “talk” a teacher or principal has ever had the misfortune of enduring.

• Teaches them practical skills early: Like street smarts, how to throw a punch, and the importance of carrying snacks.

• “If anyone hurts you, just tell Dad” vibes: Then he vanishes for a couple of hours. No one asks questions.

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2. Dick Grayson(3 girls one boy)

• Golden retriever dad: Super involved, enthusiastic, and emotionally available.

• Dance party central: His kid knows every 80s and 90s pop hit. They have choreographed routines.

• Always has a band-aid, a snack, and dad jokes ready: And somehow manages to make even the worst day better.

• Takes a million pictures: Captures every moment — first step, first fall, even the tantrums.

• Teaches empathy and kindness first: Encourages emotional expression and gentle strength.

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3. Tim Drake(2 boys)

• Anxious but dedicated: Googled “how to be a good dad” about 1,500 times.

• Coffee-fueled midnight cuddles: If the kid’s up late, Tim’s probably already awake working on something — but drops everything for them.

• Super into educational toys: Probably has flashcards and a toddler coding game by the time they’re three.

• A quiet anchor: His love is subtle but steady. He might not always know what to say, but his presence means everything.

• Raises a tiny, smart-mouthed mini-detective: And secretly loves it.

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4. Damian Wayne(Twin dad, one of each)

• Surprisingly gentle (with his kid): Doesn’t trust most people with them and is always watching with eagle eyes.

• Teaches discipline, but cuddles in secret: Has a hard time being emotionally open but melts when his child hugs him first.

• Introduces them to animals early: His kid is on a first-name basis with most of the zoo. Also knows how to feed a bat properly by age five.

• Mini-me energy: His kid is probably as stubborn, blunt, and deadly smart as he is.

• Takes parenting as a sacred duty: He’ll raise a warrior, yes, but one who understands mercy and love.

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5. Bruce Wayne(girl)

• Trying his best: He has no idea what he’s doing, even though he has so many children

• Overprotective to the extreme: GPS tracker in their shoes, private security at the playground — you name it.

• Teaches with stories: Lessons often come through stories about “a friend” who was also a vigilante and made mistakes.

• Rare but meaningful vulnerability: Those quiet, late-night talks where Bruce opens up just a little are life-changing.

• Sees being a father as redemption: He’s determined to give his child the safety and love he never had.

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[ozzgin]

Hii I was wondering if u could do a yandere Kazuya x yn x yandere Daitou I’m not sure if u do character x yn x character tho

Yandere! Yakuza x Reader Spinoff

Two yakuza men who have fallen in love with their new foreign tenant. A what-if spinoff to the original story for that love triangle spice. Happy Valentine's Day!

Content: female reader, NSFW, organized crime, obsessive behavior, violence, BDSM themes (choking), threats

Credits: My boyfriend for giving me the Daitou smut idea

[Main Story] | [General Headcanons]

Kazuya is sitting on the sidewalk, checking his watch occasionally and tapping his foot. The cigarette seems to have been forgotten, hanging lowly from his lips.

"Sorry I'm late." Daitou speedily makes his way towards his friend, smiling awkwardly.

"Where the fuck were you, man? We don't know how much time we have before the cops arrive."

"Uh uh, leave it to me." The cheeky grin doesn't leave his face as he pulls out his gun and carefully but swiftly inspects the barrel and safety one final time. "(Y/N) needed some help with the mailbox. I couldn't just say no, ya know?"

The blonde man's eyebrows raise for a second, but he quickly recollects himself.

"I see. That's good."

"She asked me to show her the area tomorrow, so I'll be working extra hard tonight. Hehe."

"That's good."

Daitou glances at Kazuya, somewhat wary.

"You okay?"

Stupid question. What's he supposed to answer? Yeah, he loves waiting like a dumbass while his friend flirts with the new tenant, who conveniently happens to be a cute foreigner, who's been unexpectedly nice and relaxed around them despite them explicitly stating they're part of the Japanese mafia. Fucking hell. It doesn't help that this idiot is as obvious as a blaring, blinding cluster of ads smack in the middle of Kabukicho. He can tell from miles away that Daitou's completely fallen for her. Just like that, in an instant.

They've been partners and best friends for years now, so the natural reaction would be happiness, right? Daitou has always been one scary motherfucker. Even the seniors scramble when he's in the room, let alone women. For him to find someone that isn't bothered the slightest by his appearance or background should be a celebratory occasion. Kazuya should be rooting for him. Except, well, he fell for you just as hard. Tough luck.

The Bushido moral code, often used as guidance within their own lifestyle, covers matters such as loyalty and honesty quite extensively. A true warrior remains fiercely faithful to his master or companions. And yet, love interests are more of a grey area, especially if they happen to overlap. Who dictates the proper etiquette for this dilemma? To whom is loyalty directed towards? Truth be told, Kazuya couldn’t care less. He’s always been a man of vice, impulsive and greedy. If he wants something, he takes it.

The trouble starts when the other person is of the same mindset. Two ferocious predators eyeing the same victim.

***

You fiddle next to the tall, dark-haired man. Similarly, Daitou is avoiding eye contact, looking around in hopes of finding something to focus on. It’s the first time he’s come over since the incident. After his little mission with Kazuya, he was tasked to “interrogate” some of the remaining members to get even more names for the hitlist. He’d completely forgotten about his promise to show you the neighborhood. Hands sticky with blood, he was in the middle of his signature act of benevolence, putting the lad out of his misery.

It was around that time you decided to be the one picking him up instead, for your grand tour. Your knocks on the door remained unheard, however, so you decided to politely make your way in.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not-”

You froze in place. A man (you assumed at least based on the few visible traits left), tied up on the chair, canvas bag roped around his head. Daitou’s hands were secured around his throat. In the few seconds of silence, you could hear a muffled wheezing, as the stranger’s chest heaved in short convulsions.

“-intruding.” You mumbled, regaining your speech.

He messed up, didn’t he? Daitou sighs and slicks his hair back. He can’t blame you if you’re now terrified of him. He had to come over for some tenant checkups and you’ve been maintaining a safe distance from him during his entire visit. What can he possibly tell you? “Hey, I know I threatened to chop you up and you’ve now witnessed firsthand I’m a legit murderer, but, uh…I have a crush on you? Dinner at seven?”

You’re terrified alright, but not of his deeds. Rather, your newly discovered perversion as a consequence of the gory scene. It’s not that you relished in the torment of another. It’s the other details that left you reminiscing. Daitou’s imposing frame, the unbuttoned shirt revealing his traditional tattoos glistening in beads of sweat, his flexed, brawny arms, and large hands. You’re scared of your shamelessness. It can’t be normal. Yet you can’t stop thinking about it. Just a glimpse into this memory and your cheeks become burning red.

“I’ll be on my way then”, the yakuza announces politely.

Though he immediately stops in his tracks, and you realize you’ve unconsciously grabbed onto his sleeve. Uh oh. What now? You mumble an apology without releasing your hold. Being this close to him makes your heart drum inside your chest.

To hell with it.

“I might say something terribly inappropriate right now, but…”

“Sorry?” He stares at you, dumbfounded.

“Do you have anything planned after this?” You ask quietly.

“N-no?”

“Would you mind staying over?”

“Huh? Sure…w-what for?” His mouth is dry, and he searches your eyes in confusion.

“You know…” Choke me until I pass out and such, you think to yourself sarcastically.

He turns to face you, lips pursed awkwardly.

“You’ll have to be clear with me, Miss (Y/N). I’m not good with all this tiptoeing around and I might get the wrong idea.”

Your ears perk up hearing his final words, a deep blush now spreading over your flustered features.

“What wrong idea?”

Daitou fidgets with his glass prosthetic nervously.

“Well, uh, a man can only dream, ya know? Especially around a cute girl like you.” He reveals with a stutter.

“Suppose I’d be willing to go along with anything on your mind. What then?” You twirl your hair, gazing shyly at the floor. Not even you can believe the audacity leaving your lips.

The tall man steps before you, towering above with a certain gleam in his eye. It’s yearning. Your knees weaken.

“Don’t tease me, please. I can hardly control myself around you as it is.”

You release his sleeve and instead cling onto his shirt with both hands, looking up through your lashes.

“I’m dead serious.”

He ponders his next move with a click of the tongue, then cups your cheeks between his hands and lowers himself until his hot breath tickles your nose.

“Are you? There’s no going back after this. Can you handle it?” His voice is suddenly deeper, raspier.

Before you can respond, you feel yourself lifted and you yelp, surprised, instinctively wrapping your limbs around the yakuza. In between the greedy kisses that leave your lips bruised and swollen, you don’t notice the movement back towards the seating area.

As you pull away to gasp for air, he throws you onto the couch, flipping you over in the process so that you’re kneeling away from him. Your nails dig into the soft fabric of the sofa. You hear Daitou unbuckle his belt and you squeeze your legs together, heavily aroused. He presses his palm gently into your back, arching it. You sense his fingers grazing over your core and you whimper.

“G-go on, please.” You beg, swaying your hips tentatively. “I really can’t wait anymore.”

“As you wish, Miss.” He reassures you with a grin.

He adjusts himself and carefully makes his way in. You don’t have time to enjoy the feeling; following almost instantly is his belt looped around your neck, tightening under his grip as he pulls the ends towards him. Your head is forced back, and you groan. You can hear the leather stretch and creak over your assaulted skin, the constriction briefly cutting your oxygen intake. Hot drool trickles down your chin and your eyes almost roll back in pleasure.

“Look at my little Miss (Y/N), taking it like a champion.” He bends over and bites your earlobe playfully. “Does that mean I can be as rough as I want?”

You nod erratically.

The grip around your throat intensifies and your vision becomes blurry.

“Hey, don’t pass out now.” He inserts two fingers in your mouth, pulling you by the cheek and tilting your head to look him in the eye. “Not before you show me that you understand your situation. You’re mine. Is that clear?”

He drags his fingers downwards, aiding your response as you struggle to contract your muscles.

“Attagirl.” He concludes, satisfied.

In the morning you wake up with a dreadful soreness, and you can quickly see why. Your body is peppered in bruises. Daitou is smoking by the window and promptly flicks his cigarette out once he realizes you’re no longer asleep.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” He begins, remorseful, and squats in front of the bed. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“I will need a day or two to recover before the next time, but otherwise I’m fine.”

He beams with delight upon registering your words: next time. You can’t help but snicker at his childish enthusiasm. It’s a mystery how Daitou can switch between ruthless killer and cute partner with such ease.

Although it’s no secret, really. It’s you.

***

“Thanks for driving me home, Kazuya.”

You smile and unbuckle your seatbelt, reaching for the door handle. Daitou has been busy with work for the past days, so Kazuya took his place in looking after your needs.

“Huh?” You rattle the grab handle one more time to make sure. “It’s still locked.”

The blonde raps the wheel impatiently with his fingers. Is he to silently accept his loss? Does it even count as a loss when he hasn’t even had the chance to present his piece? Daitou has been quiet about it, but he can read that bastard like an open book. Something definitely happened between the two of you and the mere thought drives him insane.

Ah, this is so unlike him. There are few things he cares about. His pride, his Family’s honor, his freedom. Women aren’t exactly on that list, yet somehow, you’ve snuck your way to the very top of priorities and he’s realizing it just now. It’s becoming harder to ignore his maddening urge to have you. Out of all the things…He’d give Daitou the world. But not you. He can’t. He can’t.

“Kazuya? Are you listening? You forgot to unlock the door.”

“Say, (Y/N) …ever fucked in a car before?”

“What?” You ask, baffled.

“Come here for a moment.” He swiftly slides his seat all the way back and pats his thigh.

“Are you out of your mind?”

He answers your inquiry by pulling out his handgun and lazily pointing it towards you.

“I’m only going to ask once.”

You clumsily climb over the center console, straddling the yakuza with a slight pout.

“Someone’s in a sour mood, that’s for sure”, you complain. “It’s not even loaded.”

“Even I’m not crazy enough to risk shooting my Princess.” He smiles apologetically, throwing the gun on the backseat. “I thought it’d be more threatening that way.”

He removes a strand of hair from your face, gazing at you intently. His hand lingers for a second, before sliding its way down, tracing the side of your body. You shiver.

“Can you truly blame me when there’s such a pretty girl right before my eyes?” The blonde exhales and focuses on your shirt instead. “Won’t you let me prove myself?”

From this distance, despite the dim lights, you can discern his features in agonizing detail. His long lashes, his fleshy lips, currently parted, the luscious locks of hair casually thrown back. Kazuya has always been effortlessly handsome. It’s not just his good looks, but his overflowing charisma. He always knows exactly what to say and do. A devilish power to have over people, and you’re presently his victim.

His slender fingers play with your first button and cheekily undo it. You can only observe it, entranced. Your legs are weak, and your arms are stuck in place, resting limply over his broad shoulders.

“May I?” He glances up at you with a pleading expression. “I won’t be able to hold back afterwards.”

You bite your lower lip, distracted. Whether or not this is a wise choice, you can’t currently tell. You squirm in his lap and suddenly feel the pressure coming from below.

“Go ahead.” You finally confess.

He doesn’t hesitate and slithers his hand underneath your shirt, popping the rest of the buttons open. Like a hungry animal that has stumbled upon a feast, he sinks his teeth into your neck, leaving mean, wet kisses on his way down.

One hand is greedily kneading your curves, encouraged by your soft whimpers, while the other strokes your thigh in anticipation. With a bit of readjustment, he finds the right spot between your trembling legs. You jolt at the sensation of his cold fingers.

“My, you’re already dripping. How lewd.” He whispers between breaths. “Do you want it now?”

He nonchalantly slips out and undoes his own pants. You lift yourself expectantly and let a moan escape your lips upon feeling the erection throbbing right below.

“Well then, can’t forget our manners, can we?” He announces, visibly excited. “What should I do?”

You glare at him, feverish.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Come on, be a good girl. Tell me what to do and I will do it, Love.”

Why, this…You lower yourself to his ear and answer in a lulled whine.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you to fuck me.”

Words enough to send the blonde man over the edge. He abruptly clutches your thighs for support, easing himself in before continuing with increasingly aggressive thrusts. Husky whimpers roll out of his mouth, desperate and starved.

“Oh, I’ve waited so long for this. My darling, perfect little (Y/N).” He presses his forehead into your chest, indulging in the moment. “Now say that you’re mine. Please. Please say it.”

“I’m…ah…I’m all yours, Kazuya.” You manage to blurt out, growing dizzy.

“That’s my girl. Such a good girl.”

Once the deed is finished, you flop your head over his chest, trying to catch your breath. Kazuya smoothens your clothes meticulously, holding you with one arm for support. Can’t leave a lady all disheveled, after all.

“Won’t Daitou be upset?” You point out, somewhat anxiously.

His muscles are tense for a second and he furrows his brows.

“That’s one strange way to thank me for making you come at least twice. Mentioning another man’s name.”

“I’m just…” your words trail off.

“What? Worried? You think I can’t handle it or something?”

Far from the truth. Both Kazuya and Daitou are violent, dangerous men. Given their stubbornness, you’re rather certain they’d end up killing each other. Not your favorite outcome.

“I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

He sighs loudly.

“I’ll tell you what. Under normal circumstances, I’d probably dismember whoever had the guts to even entertain the idea of meddling with you. But…just because it’s Daitou, I might be willing to share. Nothing more than that.”

Kazuya ruffles your hair and chuckles.

“Aren’t you glad I’m such a diplomat, Love?”

“More like batshit crazy, both of you.” You retort, stretching.

[harmoonix]

💒 FUTURE SPOUSE ASTEROID OBSERVATIONS/NOTES💒

~ Asteroid Groom Observations 5129 ~

~Cause I love you for infinity~

ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ

Before Reading the posts: ❌❌❌❌

- Harmonious aspects:

trine 💞

conjunction ✨

sextile 💅🏼

quintile😻

Bi-quintile💒

Parallel 🔥

- Harsh/Challenging aspects:

square 🤭

conjunction (conjunction has the the energy of both harsh and harmonious) 😽

opposition 🙊

semi-square 🫦

quincunx (Inconjunct) 🧚🏼‍♀️

- Neutral Aspects:

semi - sextile 👼🏼

- Also don't forget to check your sidereal and vedic charts as well if you relate more with them!❤️❤️

Asteroid Code: 5129 ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ☯ྉ

Groom aspecting the inner planets + the ascendant 💒😍

I n f o: Groom asteroid works perfectly if you like men no matter the gender, is like the asteroid Juno (3) but instead of your marriage traits it will show your future husband traits and personality, love sign, attraction, lust etc..JUST AS A REMINDER: If you are not attracted or like men and you like women instead watch over the asteroid Briede code: (19029) IT WILL manifest in the same way as groom!! (The description of the following placements)

💒 Groom sextile/trine/conjunct/quintile or bi-quintile the Sun = Husband will have a shining personality, attractive, definitely put on a pedestal by other people and liked a lot

💒 Groom in square or opposition to Sun = The husband will still be in the light but they can tend to have a hurt ego and tends to have narcissism energy

(💒 Groom in Leo/Groom in the 5th house can have the same traits)

💒 Groom aspecting harmoniously the Moon = Definitely the most generous/soft/kind human being ever, they can be very connected with you emotionally and very gentle I don't know how to describe it perfectly is like you are touched by an angel

💒 Groom harshly aspecting the Moon can manifest as the native spouse being a bit "cold" or "harsh" at feelings, I think they have it a bit hard to express their feelings at first and need to feel safe or secured around their partners

💒( Groom in Cancer/4th house can have the same traits)

💒 Groom trine/sextile/conjunct/quintile or bi-quintile Mercury = The spouse will definitely 100% love to talk with you, talking with you about their day, what makes them happy, their hobbies and vice versa

💒 Groom square/opposition to Mercury = Your Husband can be the typo of person who may like to talk a lot, to share things with you to make you feel good but they may not be confident enough in their speech, they can also be shy at first but kind in their words

(💒Groom in Virgo/Gemini or the 3rd/6th house can share the same traits) 💒

💒 Groom trine/sextile/conjunct/quintile or bi-quintile Venus = Your spouse is gifted with a lot of love, a lot romantism, a lot of eroticism aswell. They can see the beauty in everything and everyone

💒 Groom sqaure/opposition Venus = Your spouse will definitely get clingy a lot, they may love or have a desire for physical touch. May feel better in your company, sometimes they can get a bit jealous and over protective.

(💒Groom in Taurus/Libra/2nd or 7th house may share the same traits)💒

💒 Groom trine/sextile/conjunct/quintile or bi - quintile Mars = Wow.. this feels like having some type of warrior as your spouse, they are very confident/strong/ambitious sometimes jealousy can hit them sometimes, very independent spouse,clingy with you but tough/rough with the others type (idk how to describe it perfectly 😭)

💒 Groom square/opposition Mars = The spouse will fight for you and will feel the need of you a lot, they can have a short temper, sometimes they're like in a rush of things and forget about everything. The spouse will definitely do the things their own way and sometimes they can be a bit stubborn!

(💒 Groom in Aries/1st house may share the same traits)💒

💒 Groom aspecting the ascendant (all aspects)= The spouse will definitely be like a hubby material, very clingy and very attracted to you, you can have a lot of things in common, share the same hobbies, passions, dreams. You can even be soulmates or twin flames. This person will get attached to you quickly and you can feel like you are meant for eachother

Groom aspecting the outer planets, chiron and Midheaven 😍💒

💒 Groom trine/sextile/conjunct/quintile/ bi - quintile Jupiter = The spouse can be the most optimistic person on earth. They're a pure joy and full of blessings and abundence, they can be focused on self-improvement and worth💒

💒 Groom square/opposite Jupiter = The spouse can be like a teacher to you. Your relationship may grow from fragile to strong in a fast way and lessons about accepting eachother 💒

(💒Groom in Sagittarius/Groom in the 9th house may share the same traits)💒

💒 Groom trine/sextile/conjunct/quintile/bi - quintile Saturn = The spouse can be very mature for their age, respected, succesful (maybe in their career), they can have some /leader/boss figure energy

💒 Groom square/opposition Saturn = The husband can be stubborn, they can deal with family trauma, they can be cold when you first met them and tends to have a hard time to open up

(💒Groom in Capricorn/10th house may share the same traits)💒

💒 Groom trine/sextile/conjunct/quintile/ bi - quintile Pluto = The spouse and the relationship overall will transform you both, like you evolve together, they (the spouse) can definitely be possesive and share some kind of obsession

💒 Groom square/opposition Pluto = The spouse can be obsessive, over - protective and jealous sometimes these traits can be highly toxic if they are not healed, they can have a lot of secrets, they can hide things etc...

(💒 Groom in Scorpio/8th house can share the same traits)💒

💒 Groom trine/sextile/conjunct/quintile/bi - quintile Neptune = The husband can be spiritual. Following certain beliefs. Maybe even religion, they can be spiritual too, the spouse and you can share a spiritual connection

💒 Groom square/opposite Neptune = The spouse can overthink sometimes, not being sure of their ideas but creative enough, highly spiritual but not aware of their intuition, not sure about their religion or belief and confused about the society

(💒 Groom in Pisces/12th house can share the same traits💒)

💒 Groom trine/sextile/conjunct/quintile/ bi - quintile Uranus = The husband will definitely be or feel different from the rest, something is unique and striking about them, they are very open minded and logical, electric and empathic

💒 Groom square/opposite Uranus = The husband will definitely have the need/urge to express themselves through things other may find weird or unusual, out of the crowd person yet very unique. Very fast in thinking!!

(💒 Groom in Aquarius/11th house can share the same traits) 💒

💒 Groom harmoniously aspecting the Midheaven can indicate a spouse that can help you during your path in your career/job/potential succes they can also indicate spouse getting a good job

💒 Groom harshly aspecting the Midheaven, this aspect can be a bit tricky, for example you can be known for dating someone at your job/career and that person could've help you to improve your job/The spouse can have a different job than you ans that can makes it difficult for you to find time for eachother

General Observations: 💝🌝

- Groom at 0° degrees can make the native spouse to be something new for them, like a breath of fresh air, their spouse will definitely bring them good things along the way

- Groom Retrogade (Rx) if you have this asteroid in retrograde it can indicate a lesson you need to learn together with your spouse, it can be karmic at some points or the spouse will teach you something

- Groom aspecting Juno/Having them in the same house the spouse can definitely dream a lot about marrying you or thinking you are the right one for them

- Groom aspecting asteroid Vesta (4), this can get a bit intimate, your spouse can be your first one to have sexual contact with or vice versa, you can be theirs (It's just an indicator it doesn't always happen)

- Groom in the 8th/9th/10th/11th houses the spouse can bring abundance/luck/new opportunities in your life

- Groom at 29° degrees will definitely manifest as a spouse being known by others like a spouse who got into the spotlight/having a big circle of people

- Just a personal observation from me to you guys I have my groom in my 1st house at 1° (Double Aries Energy). I didn't met my specific person yet but all the ex partner I had in the past was VERY dominant just like a bomb (💣)over me and I think it had most of an Aries energy/ Just in case someone also has the same placements (I also know some of you like when I share some of my placements because you feel seen/understood and I totally get it 💝)

- Groom in 6th house, your spouse just makes your every day better. They will be or are already your sunshine and your everything

- Groom in the 4th house can makes the perfect parent (not sure 100%) but the spouse is very in touch with the thought of creating a family

- Groom aspecting Lilith (h12) in case you guys have it, is a very sensual placement, the spouse can bring sensuality in your life (If you have some of these placements in your 5th house there can be a case for you or for your spouse to not want kids)

- Groom in Aquarius/11th house can met their spouses in online/social media (maybe even dating apps??)

- Groom aspecting asteroid Eros (433), the spouse is an hopeless romantic, probably will admire you a lot, tends to be erotic

- Those with Groom in the 2nd house or Taurus will have an spoiled spouse or an spouse who will spoil them (is not always about the money they can just buy little gifts for you)

- Groom in the 8th house/12th house Pisces/Scorpio, breaking bed scene from the series Twilight, that's all I can say

- Sometimes Groom aspecting Saturn can indicate a spouse who can be older than you or more mature/serious

- Groom in the 7th house makes the perfect partner, romantic, sexy, attractive, lovely

- Groom in Libra Degrees 7°, 19° the spouse definitely can have a good style/at clothing

- Groom in Aries Degrees 1°, 13°, 25° degrees the spouse can be very influenced by you or vice versa you influenced by them

- Groom in the 3rd house will definitely have the most amazing long lasting conversations with their spouses, definitely laughing a lot and making a lot of jokes/flirting too

- Groom in the 1st/4th/8th/10th/12th house the spouse definitely plays a big role in your life

- Groom aspecting Pluto will have a clingy/attached/possesive spouse but coming with a magnetism

- Groom at 9° 21° degrees the spouse will be very carefree and wildfree, they will seek for freedom and adventure and I see this as you 2 going to travel together

- Groom at 11°, 23° degrees can be extremely humanitarian, helping others, trying to do good things for people and brining peace

- Groom in the 5th house/Leo the spouse can sometimes act like a kid or be childish around you, and that's a sign they feel comfortable around you

- Groom aspecting Chiron suggest a healing point into the relationship! Your spouse could've been hurt a lot, or had some sort of trauma, you can help each other and heal in the same time

✨ Y'all...the post is finally done, but my fingers hurt from typing..I literally worked for this post all day and I tried to not rush it, because I knew a lot of people were asking for groom asteroid observations and is finally here some months later.... after the first post about the groom asteroid discovering ✨🧚🏼‍♀️

🔥 I honestly hope this post gave you all at least a bit of hint or an idea about your future specific person, how you'll know it will be them? First start with a lasting relationship (long one) definitely tied souls last for long and good 🔥

✨ Stay blessed you all ✨

H a r m o o n i x ❤️

[centrally-unplanned]

I have begun watching Andor; my first Star Wars media after the the Rise of Skywalker burned all possible hope and legacy the series could ever have. It is pretty good! Finished Season 1, am a few episodes into Season 2 so far - though as usual my thoughts lean towards the complain-y side, don't let that bias you:

Andor at its best is portraying the Empire "in transition", moving towards greater levels of centralization and authoritarianism but no longer at the breakneck pace of coups and gigantic wars. Having say private military contractors filling enforcement gaps, and then being annexed by central authority as the knee-jerk response to the inevitable failures that accrue, causing the center to be overburdened? Very kino stuff. We need more stories about bureaucracy and Andor, while not committed to the bit, at least flirts heavily with it.

What makes the above work is the hard commitment to "realism", and that only works because the show is harshly pretending so much of Star Wars doesn't exist. All these grubby human stormtroopers and officers, making mistakes, defecting, and so on? Why aren't you using, oh I don't know, the clone army you made in the prequels bred for loyalty? I know you have an answer for that in one of your infinite spinoffs, but the answer is stupid and half-baked. Even if you couldn't make everyone a clone, you would still be using the clones, and robot soldiers, and force-sensitive ninja warriors, and all that stuff. Same with a dozen other things - the show will hand-waive away why they are using slave prison labor over droids with "droids are more expensive" but bro - I have seen Star Wars droids, they cost as much as a trash bin because they are sometimes literally trash bins. This is the right decision, to be clear! Just very funny.

Honestly Andor really throws into relief the, uh, arc of both Star Wars & sci fi more broadly? The original films are very "classic adventure", for all audiences - the sci fi elements are aesthetic, the magic elements are loose and mystical, the plot is a Hero's Journey in war. As the franchise grew in the 1980's, it made "1980's content" for nerd audiences at the time - pulpy, action-oriented, and with a lot of "technobabble plots". Oh the Emperor has a clone machine! Oh now we have the Sun Crusher, it crushes suns! This alien species can drink luck somehow! Stuff like this is the bread-and-butter of the EU, and a lot of the ~vibe~ if not focus of the prequels. Time marched on, Star Wars broadened while sci-fi declined, and these stories lost their appeal alongside the audience for Star Wars fully morphing into an "every generation" affair with many older adults wanting content. Andor is of course the answer to that demand, a fully gritty political drama with an entirely-human main cast. But it sits in the same universe as Jar Jar Binks and you can't really escape that.

While the median "expression of political hatred for the Empire" is via a longing for democracy & political freedom, it is very cute to me how "70's liberalism" a lot of the more concrete complaints are coded? There are a lot of vibes of central authority is bad, localism should rule the day, let each unitary planet make its own decisions. The successor government is gonna have a TON of NIMBYs opposed export-focused mining projects on its hands, I do not envy them that. #TeamStripMineGhorman

Why does the galaxy have all these human indigenous tribes all over the place? Did humans evolve independently on all these planets? Presumably these humans are settlers, which means they would have the kind of culture an expansionist, space-faring, scientific civilization would have, right? Awful lot of people crash-landed and lost all their digital books it seems.

Okay, an actual, real complaint now: what is the empire currently fighting? I know that fascist regimes "invent" security crises to justify their authoritarian control, but, well, they kind of don't actually do that whole-cloth, 1984 isn't a history book. It typically is tied to real events, even ones of their own making. If Franco's Spain wanted to allocate 25% of GDP to massive military projects, it was gonna need a reason. And all the senators, who are not imperial propaganda pieces, seem to accept the need for expansive military preparations. So what enemy are these for, exactly? You might say "the rebellion, duh", but that actually doesn't track - for one at the beginning of the show they are explicitly small fry, that is the entire plot. And they are also at this point entirely insurgency-based - not something building more Imperial Star Destroyers really helps you address. The Empire-as-portrayed acts like it has peer adversaries somewhere? It seems like it is conquering planets (and in the lore I think it is). But we never see any of this, it is never actually mentioned. Add Andor to the list of hundreds of stories that finds itself in need of a scene of a dozen people sitting around a big map displaying current strategic threats, priorities, and status-quo force deployments, but is too much of a coward to do it.

*Extremely* cute that apparently the galactic financial system still heavily relies on physical currency. This admittedly isn't a crazy anachronism, I can see how communicating digital exchanges across space might be difficult (ofc Star Wars is completely inconsistent along these metrics but w/e). Someone has gotta tell the Emperor about the blockchain...

Cassian is so much hotter with a beard, he needs to own that and stop all this shaving nonsense he does on and off, get your priorities straight. Bix meanwhile is hotter with ___; it is literally impossible for Bix not to be hot in any context and boy does this show try to disprove that! Fails every time.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Forever wishing we had an episode about why Tuvok chose to go into security instead of science (especially since he started out as a science officer like Spock and T'Pol)

I don't think it has to do with violence...Like, an outlet. He isn't a violent person. I think it has to do with him liking puzzles so much...the strategy of it - the endless combinations...and perhaps just a bit the thrill of it being life and death. That pressure to make the best possible choice every time. And him growing orchids specifically to be displayed - competition and beauty... In 'Learning Curve' he says "The strongest tactical move is always the one in which you will reap the highest gain at the lowest cost." You can tell that he's really a tactician and I think because of that he'd solve problems a lot differently than Worf, or Tasha Yar. Also, there's his decision to mind meld with Suder in 'Meld' - the fact he can't leave it alone is so character-building to me. He has to know why Suder did this, it isn't enough to catch and capture him if he doesn't understand the motivation behind such a brutal action. It fits into his portrayal as a detective in 'Ex Post Facto'. Someone who'll pursue the truth diligently no matter who it implicates. There's also the fact that despite Tuvok coming off as a very cold and uncaring person in episodes like 'Learning Curve' where it's implied he might be willing to allow others to die if it'd be the best move tactically - he's shown to be very willing to protect others like in 'Innocence' where he sides with the children against the adults, going so far as giving one of them a phaser to protect herself and 'Muse' where he stays up for 10 days straight trying to find B'Elanna and Harry or even how in 'Random Thoughts' when Nimira (someone he's only met just recently) says she needs his help and he replies "Then you shall have it." Noss falls in love with him partially because of how he immediately saves her without even knowing her name AND he's with Janeway when she makes her decision to help protect the Ocampa, ultimately agreeing with her logic that it's the right thing to do. It's interesting for a Vulcan to be in Security. Sarek in TOS is against Starfleet partially because he views it as being a forceful, militaristic organization which doesn't achieve real peace. In TOS we don't see any other Vulcans in Starfleet - I'm not saying there aren't any (I think we'd hear about Spock being the first if that were the case) but Sarek's attitude might be a cultural one which I'm sure shifted over time, especially with Spock's rise in fame, but I can't help but wonder how it affected Tuvok's decision to change from Science to Security, if at all. Especially since he's shown to be a very traditional person. Does it seem a brutal occupation to a Vulcan? Vulcans have a reputation for pacifism, does it lead to him being underestimated? He had already established a family by the time he re-entered Starfleet, how did they react to him going from a professor to that? Speaking of brutality, In general there's a violence to the other security officers' pasts. Tasha lived amongst ceaseless violence at every turn for 15 years, Worf is very proudly Klingon and lives by their warrior's code, Odo was raised/working during Cardassian's violent occupation of Bajor...but Tuvok doesn't have anything remotely like that in his past, which is also interesting. You might be tempted to think a Vulcan who'd take a job like that would be accustomed or connected to violence but again, that doesn't seem to be the case with Tuvok. If anything, he's very much representative of the opposite - staunchly, unabashedly Vulcan. He nearly underwent the Kolinahr, only stopping to raise a family instead. He uses the word "Postpone" when he speaks of this, implying he hasn't ruled the Kolinahr out as a possibility in the future. It's very interesting to me!! I wish it was explored more...

[rookflower]

One trait of Mapleshade that I find fascinating is the fact she *wants* to reveal the kittens are half-clan. She states that they will be loyal to both RiverClan and ThunderClan, as well as revealing the truth to the Clans (Not specifically the kittens?) I think Mapleshade is just interesting if you think about her as being this perpetual believer that everything will be okay, because StarClan loves her (She even states StarClan would love her children). She isn't afraid of them being rejected - doesn't even really consider that being a problem, because her children are special. Though I do feel this is a symptom of how the half-clan rule is just an ultimately cruel part of Clan-life, and Mapleshade unfortunately got caught in the midst of it. Especially seeing as her faith is kind of sad, knowing what will happen in the end - even as someone who dislikes Mapleshade.

yeah i think mapleshade's total faith in her own security mostly works to add to the tragedy. it's one of those books where no one really wins and i think serves as worldbuilding towards how fucked the warrior code is as a system but that either isn't intentional to the extent it goes or the writing team don't really want the readers to dwell on it. no matter how hard you try to appeal to the forces of oppression around you they will cut you down as soon as you are vulnerable and othered. they are not there to help you and cannot be won or reasoned with in a way that makes you truly immune unless you just are exactly what they want you to be.

mapleshade certainly has flaws pre-exile- she's self centred, rash, judgmental- but none of these make her an ontologically bad person or remotely justify what happens to her, it just makes it more of a gut punch for her when that sense of security and certainty is pulled out from under her feet. while a character like leafpool or bluestar is fully aware and fearful of the consequences for their transgression and will suffer in guilt and hiding until they are inevitably or resultingly punished for it, mapleshade does not have that understanding or sense of self preservation and is also, more immediately and directly, punished for it. no winning the starclan game!!

[luimagines]

Android Au Warrior

Another commission!

They asked for Warrior this time, helping Reader after a nightmare and realizing his purpose for being there after all. It's... not exactly that. But I thought I did a well enough job on it. :)

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

The house in which he was stationed was... strange, to say the least.

The WARLKN model was used for higher security and working with a team of other like-minded WARLNK models who all had the same purpose. 

Given that this house only held one human, he failed to see why his specific role was needed. The human in question already had other androids in their service. One was a child WNDLNK model and the other happened to be a repurposed SKYLNK model for general upkeep around the house.

His charge was also… strange, to say the least.

This whole situation was illogical.

While he could understand the need for multiple androids, it wasn’t as if the human was in need of his specific security skills.

He had been given to you through a friend. It was likely the same friend who had given you the same SKYLNK model and had continuously done maintenance to keep the outdated WNDLNK model functioning despite its decades-old parts. 

You called affectionately called him Warrior, after the first incident when you had encountered a bug and had all but lost it. He charged into the room to defend you from any threats that may have broken into your home but calmly took the poor creature outside to be released onto the nearest tree.

Given a new designation was no easy thing to assimilate into his programming. There was no space in his code for any personalization or any domestic nomenclature. He was built and designed for professionalism and maximized security risks. The lack of any nefarious activity in his current protectorate was grating on his nerofibers, the very biocomponents to be likened to stainless steel mesh.

But never let it be said that the WARLNK model as a whole was known for their flexibility and ability to work beyond the parameters of their mission.

And right now?

There were a lot of things beyond his mission that ‘Warrior’ found himself needing to learn to adapt to his current assignment.

The beginning challenges were nothing short of brain-breaking, such as getting used to his new name. Not to mention getting used to the names of the other androids within the premises.

In his previous deployment, he was supposed to refer to each and every model by their serial number and post. However, seeing that he was the only android in charge of security, that was no longer an option. Not that they seemed to know what their serial number was, to begin with.

‘Warrior’ couldn’t get over how… lax the procedures seemed to be in this two-bedroom studio apartment. There was no set morning shift, no set time off- actually, retract that earlier statement. There weren’t any shifts at all.

Not that he expected much from a busted-up domestic android and what was clearly a child’s sentimental attachment to an out-of-style, breaking down, obsolete droid that was working well enough beyond its years. ‘Warrior’ didn’t expect those two to be able to stop a break-in from happening should the issue arise. This meant that any and all security would have to be left up to him to take into account and hold up the standards his protocol deemed necessary.

As an android, this wasn’t a problem.

The problem was that his chief and commander seemed to be purposefully getting his way from doing his job!

It didn’t matter what he did or at what time. The chief always had something to say about the execution of his protocol. He was constantly being called ‘overbearing’, ‘dramatic,’ and what was more insulting- ‘extra’.

He was not extra! 

Nor was he overbearing!

Granted, his model had the tendency to overindulge in performance and to exaggerate in the more comical sense for the sake of a human’s nerves, so perhaps by definition he was ‘dramatic.’ Not that he was ever going to agree with the charges, but ‘Warrior’ was well-versed enough in his model to know better than to open his mouth in that regard.

His commander and chief had made it abundantly clear that ‘Warrior’ was not needed. They refused to rehouse or relocate him to be put to better use, but they didn’t hesitate to outwardly tell him that he had no purpose within the apartment.

‘Warrior’ had half the mind to agree, as damaging to his code and sense of accomplishment that would be. The parameters where he worked were small enough as it was, and he was mostly confined to the inside of the apartment. Checking the perimeter was an easy and fruitless endeavor when he could have done a quick scan with his visual biocomponents and gotten the same results.

The neighborhood was quiet and there were mostly elderly living in the complex. The streets hardly had anyone on them at any given point in time and the most activity ‘Warrior’ could say that he witnessed was when the mailmen would come to drop off the archaic paper mail still in circulation. 

There was that one time that a dog had escaped one of the apartments through a door with a faulty lock and began to chase after the mailman. ‘Warrior’ had acted quickly to defend the droid and had returned the dog to its proper place. If it was within his programming, he would have deemed it humorous to think that a tiny cocker spaniel had attempted to defend its home from an LGNLNK model droid.

That was the first time ‘Warrior’ had completed any sort of security task outside of the house.

It was after that event that multiple elders had gone to his commander and chief, thanking them for his presence. The elderly had felt more at ease knowing that a capable droid, designed to serve and protect was nearby on the off chance should anything happen to the neighbors. ‘Warrior’ felt his biomechanical component swell with the closest thing to pride that he was able to duplicate.

After that, he was given permission and the privilege to expand his duties from apartment 231 to the entire complex on Baker Street.

“Back already?” The commander and chief chirped when he had finished his rounds around the apartment complex. He had gone around the perimeter three times and had checked every individual floor for any suspicious activity before returning to his duties within his docking suite.

The commander hadn’t even turned to see him enter the apartment. They were too busy finishing a marathon of horror games that they had started by the time he left.

“Yes,” He nodded toward them. “I have returned. Everything is in the clear and in working order. The grass appears to have grown a millimeter taller already. I planned to contact management and inform them to call a set of TWILNK models to do the landscaping of the complex.”

“Yeah, yeah- that’s great.” They said, eyes glued to the screen. “I already had dinner so need to wait up.”

He nodded.

He was made of metal and silicone substrates. Unlike them, he had no need to consume energy. Even if they seemed to forget that more often than any of the other models seemed to mention. ‘Warrior’ wasn’t about to go out of his way to remind them though.

He entered further into the apartment and saluted the SKYLNK model who smiled in that awkward still-learning phase that most non-adjusted android tend to do when they’ve been socially stunted. ‘Warrior’ passes the WNDLNK model next.

“Hi, Warrior!” His voice is strained and the speaker will need to be replaced soon if he’s not careful with his volume.

“Hello… Wind.” ‘Warrior’ says pleasantly. The nomenclature was foreign but he found that it rolled off his artificial easier and easier than before. His own voice was new and undamaged. It was designed to be pleasant to the human ear if he ever needed to placate or seduce, depending on the mission he had been given. “Have you behaved yourself today?”

“I did my homework and now Sky says that he’s going to let me make dessert.” ‘Wind’ cheered. ‘Warrior’ smiled at his enthusiasm. Whoever had programmed him had done extensive research on the behaviors and mannerisms of children because it was uncanny how his programming reacted to the smaller android in front of him.

The urge to protect and defend until his ‘dying breath’ was a core part of his ultimate purpose.

“Don’t burn down the kitchen,” ‘Warrior’ told him in jest. The smaller droid laughed and ran off to join the chief and commander in front of the television to backseat game during their marathon.

With his duties and obligations done for the day, ‘Warrior’ retreated to his post next to the coat closet, beside the front door, where he could watch all points of entry to the apartment and keep an eye on all the individuals under his care.

A small blue dot appeared on the side of his vision, an icon meant to inform him that he was in need of a proper recharge if he intended to continue with his duties and shift.

The idea sets him on edge.

‘Warrior’ knew better than to ignore the necessary protocols on his upkeep, but he was in charge of all safety measurements and was the only one capable of carrying them out. In order to fully recharge his energy banks, he’d need to be offline for a total of seven hours, 46 minutes, and 12 seconds and counting. 

He ran the numbers of the off chance of intrusion or structural collapse. He knew the building was up to code with the current safety measures that the modern age could offer. The apartment was high enough in the complex and furthest from all entry points so an intruder wouldn’t likely come inside without serious intervention. Chances of a fire or any medical emergency were unlikely but possible. However, in such cases, ‘Sky’ was equipped to deal with first responders and likely had the appropriate coding to assist the commanding chief in a practical sense. ‘Wind’ was likely to be more of a moral support player to keep them calm enough for ‘Sky’ to handle it if such an event were to occur.

With that in mind, ‘Warrior’ moved from his post by the door and went into the docking room. It was a space that he and the other androids had shared. There was only one bed, but it had been agreed upon by the droids that ‘Wind’ should receive it, seeing that the other two had no need for such concepts whatsoever.

He walked over to the furthest wall and stood by the charging dock. Unlocking a latch in the palm of his synthetic skin, he steps onto the platform and presses his hand to the exposed outlet. It’s always felt a bit strange to be charged this way. The sensation was cold and he was never able to stay online continuously while he charged.

It was one of the many reasons he was discharged from his original post.

They called him faulty.

Still, as his body and circuitry began to settle and go into sleep mode, he didn’t feel the usual concern with losing consciousness. ‘Wind’ and ‘Sky’ could be heard in the kitchen, using multiple power tools for whatever food they were trying out this time. The Commander was in the living room and he could hear the muffled curses and shouts of concern for whatever game they had decided to play this time.

He found it in himself to smile and his mind turned off.

After the needed time had come and gone for him to fully recharge his energy bank, ‘Warrior’ came to consciousness in a dark and silent house. It was jarring. The silence wouldn’t have been unwarranted if it hadn’t been for the noise he had fallen into sleep mode with.

He undocks from the charging station, fixing the panel on his palm and stepping away from the wall. ‘Sky’ had stepped into the second change station beside him, likely also in sleep mode given the lack of reaction and closed eyes from his fellow android. ‘Wind’ was lying down in the bed, likewise also being charged for the next day. He had a cord that had to be plugged into an outlet that connected to the back of his head, hidden from human eyes with his synthetic hair.

Unlike him, they had the option to be offline while charging. They claimed that it helped the time go by faster while The Commander was sleeping. They claimed that it helped them feel more human.

‘Warrior’ had no need to feel human. He wasn’t one. And he wasn’t going to pretend now.

However, despite knowing this ‘Warrior’ had half the mind to be annoyed with them.

He had trusted them with the safety of the Commander. And they abandon their posts with such ease.

He steps out of the room post haste.

A single glance at a nearby clock informs him that the hour is promptly 4:30 am. A rather unfortunate time for him to return online. His charging had taken him longer than the timer had told him. Something he would have to mention to The Doctor next time she visits. His meticulous examination of the apartment started at once, checking for anything suspicious or faulty that might have taken place while he was offline.

It was in the middle of this inspection there a sudden scream from The Commander’s room that captured his attention at once.

He rushed to the room with no time to waste. Without knocking, he opens the door with a hand on his utility belt to reach for his mandated baton. 

…There was nobody in the room.

Aside from the commander and chief.

‘Warrior’ however, took pride in his work ethic and quickly did a scan of the room regardless. His sudden bulldozing of the door hadn’t gone unnoticed by you. You had nearly screamed again when he entered.

The sight of him was enough to get you to calm down. ‘Warrior’ noticed it, but didn’t call attention to it. The last thing he needed was The Commander thinking that he didn’t trust their judgment. 

Nothing.

There was no appearance of even a bug in the room like the last time this had happened.

Satisfied with the lack of results but confused with the need for intervention, ‘Warrior’ turned to you. You were obviously shaken. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have screamed the way you did. The sheer terror in your voice had never been heard before.

Moving slowly to not startle you further, ‘Warrior’ stepped closer to your bed and sat on the far edge. “Are you alright?”

You were shaking and breathing heavier than the normal pace that would be considered normal for a human. A quick scan told him that your heart rate was higher than normal as well, not to mention the subtle sweat that lined your brow and neck.

Panic.

Pure unadulterated panic.

You couldn’t even answer him. You were too focused on the nightmare still lingering in your mind.

‘Warrior’, not about to leave you to your horrors, scooted closer and pulled you close to his body. Surprisingly, you latched on without a second thought. You shuddered and began to cry quietly on his shoulder.

“Warrior.” You whimpered. “There- There were so many of them. They were all chasing me- I couldn’t run fast enough-”

“Shhh…” He says softly. “My job is to protect you. To protect this family. I won’t let anything hurt you. They have to go through me first.”

You gulped but didn’t refute his claim.

The silence stretched for a moment before he decided to run his hand through your hair. “I’m not the type to give orders to my Commander but don’t play those games so late into the day. No more horror games after dark.”

“...They’re in the shadows…” You whispered. “They’re everywhere.”

‘Warrior’ didn’t know what they were, but he wasn’t about to let a threat enter this apartment or your mind. “Show me,” He says firmly, leaving no room for argument. “Point them out, Chief. I’ll take care of it.”

You shook your head and took in a shuddering breath. The sound ricocheted through the room, breaking the delicate silence behind the force of his words. 

“You can’t fight these demons, Warrior Mine.” You shook your head.

“Watch me,” He challenged. He hugged you a little tighter. “I’ll protect you. That’s my purpose. That’s why I’m here.”

You fall silent.

‘Warrior’ kept running his hand over your head, using the other one to rub soothing circles onto your back. “I’ll protect you,” He repeated. “You don’t have to be afraid. Nothing is going to get to you while I’m here. I’ve always done my job. And I’m very good at my job. I will protect you.”

You nodded and eventually relaxed in his arms.

‘Warrior’ had assumed that was the cue to let go of you and return to his surveillance, but at the very instant he lessened the pressure on you, you had latched back on. You whimpered again, burying your face deeper into the crook of his neck. “Don’t. Don’t leave.”

“I won’t,” He said at once. “Never. I’ll stay all night if I have to.”

Another small beat of silence on your part.

“...Promise?”

“It is my duty and purpose to ensure your safety.” He said again. “Do you trust me to do my job?”

You didn’t lift your head. Your voice was a wisp of a whisper against his audio receptors. “Yes… You’re borderline obsessive with your protocols.”

“They are to ensure your well-being and safety-”

“Yes, yes, yes…” You cut him off, relaxing once more in his arms. “...Stay anyway? Just until I fall asleep?”

“I will stay by your side until you wake up again, Chief.” He says softly, adjusting your position o rest more comfortably against him. “I will fight for you. Forever and always.”

“I named you appropriately.” You mumbled. 

“I am Warrior after all.”

[epicthemusicalstuff]

I CRYUNG I NEED SOMEONE TO SUM UP ALL ETM SONGS MY. MEMORY + ATTENTION SPAN IS SO BAD

Let’s speed run epic the musical so far!! (It’s under the cut cause even a summary is gonna take a bit for 35 songs-)

Horse and the Infant:

Giant horse- ATTACK! ZEUS?!?! What are you doing here? I have to kill a baby? But he’s just a little thing-

Just a Man:

This little boy reminds me of my son. Is killing him the morally correct thing to do? Yeet.

Full Speed Ahead:

Let’s introduce our main cast! Wow! Polites- Eurylochus- Odysseus! BFFs forever! We’re hungry- let’s go to this island and look for food!

Open Arms:

Wow Odysseus, you are looking hella tense, maybe you should try being nice and not so mistrustful. Look at these little creatures eating lotus fruit- wow this fruit is bad for you- let’s go to this cave to find food!

Warrior of the Mind:

Athena and Odysseus back story. Odysseus, your actions aren’t very Warrior of the Mind coded. Don’t disappoint me.

Polyphemus:

Let’s kill these Sheep!! NOOO! Scary Cyclops, we killed his sheep, now he will kill us.

Survive:

HES GOT A CLUB. He is killing us- NO POLITES. Oh, Polyphemus is asleep now cause he drank spiked wine.

Remember Them:

Odysseus tricks Polyphemus. They almost get away, and then he GIVES OUT HIS FULL NAME, JOB POSITION, ADRESS, AND SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER.

My Goodbye:

Athena is disappointed and they have a big messy friend break up.

Storm:

There is a big storm. Wow! A floating island! Let’s go!

Luck Runs Out:

Captain, you keep taking risks and not thinking this through. What happens if your plans fail?

Keep Your Friends Close:

Hahahahahaha! Here is a bag of wind! Don’t open it! Oh- the winions told you to open it? No!! Penelope- I’m hallucinating! Darn- the bag is opened.

Ruthlessness:

You hurt my son. So now I’m gonna kill most of your men. What’s this- a daring escape? Well- I’ll get you sooner or later-

Puppeteer:

An island. Let’s explore! Oh no- scary lady, she turned us into pigs! Let’s run Captain! Or not I guess.

Wouldn’t You Like:

Hey kid, this scary lady could kill you. How about some magic drugs? Totally safe and all.

Done For:

We are evenly matched- big magic fight! Wow! The magic drugs Hermes gave you really are something. Are you trying to seduce me?

There Are Other Ways:

Wow, you really are trying to seduce me. Too bad- I have a wife I love. Wait- you’ll help us? THE UNDERWORLD WHAT?

The Underworld:

We are haunted by everyone we have lost- Polites- wait- MOM?!? I’m too late-

No Longer You:

This dead prophet should tell me what we want to know- wait- what no- this is actually terrible? We came to you for help but now you’re saying you can’t help us? WHO?!a

Monster:

Maybe Poseidon was onto something, and we do have to be ruthless. Welp, time to become the monster y’all.

Suffering:

Ooo, Penelope, I love you, but you know I’m too shy. I don’t want to get in the water-

Different Beast:

SURPRISE I KNEW YOU WERENY MY WIFE. I actually did become the monster, and now I’m going to kill all your friends you Siren!

Scylla:

This is the only way home. Eurylochus, what do you mean you opened the wind bag back in Keep Your Friends Close. Light six torches- oh no, a giant monster is eating our crew. Me and her are the same you know.

Mutiny:

Captain why did you do that? Fight fight fight! Oh no- Odysseus has been stabbed. I’m hungry, let’s eat cows. Oh no, they were a gods cows. We knew that but still ate them. Now Zeus is gonna kill us.

Thunders Bringer:

Zeus is here. You can live, or your crew can live. But like- Penelope. Sorry crew. Crew dies.

Legendary:

It’s me! Telemachus! I never knew my dad- I wish I could know my dad. All these suitors want to marry my mom. I wish I could fight them. DONT CALL MY MOTHER A TRAMP!

Little Wolf:

Fight Little Wolf Fight- we are going to beat you up just cause you were in the way. WOW. ATHENA?? What are you doing here- we haven’t seen you since the second saga! Ow.

We’ll Be Fine:

I’m going to help you cause I feel guilty about your dad. Bet. We are best friends now. Go find my dad.

Love In Paradise:

Rewind- Morning! You were asleep. I’m in love with you now. Ew back away I have a wife. You’re a goddess??? Oh no- now I’m really depressed. I’m haunted by the ghosts again- ATHENA!

God Games:

Zeus- father- release Odysseus. *lots of convincing Gods* NO, YOU DID WHAT I ASKED SO NOW IM MAD. LIGHTNING BOLT. Is she- dead?

I’m Not Sorry For Loving You:

Yes I kept you trapped against you power, but I loved you- why won’t you love me back? It’s not like you have a whole literally family waiting for you-

Dangerous:

HAHAHAHA. Hello old friend! Let’s do some cool dance moves as I tell you how you will get back home. Here is a wind bag 2.0! Let’s hope you don’t have issues with it this time!

Charybdis:

Another obstacle!! But I know how to beat you!! Woo! I see home- I’m almost there! WAIT NO! NOT AGAIN!

Get In The Water:

Poseidon! Please let me get home- I already told Siren Penelope, I don’t want to get in the water! Can’t we get along? No! Drowning-

Six Hundred Strike:

Use the wind bag! I’m out of the water! SIX HUNDRED STRIKE! You’re beat Poseidon- let me go home. What’s this? You won’t. TIME FOR VIOLENCE. Stab. Stab. Stab. Next to my WIFE.

[chiscribbs]

Updated Future Donnie Concept Art!!!

So, I've been hesitant to try my hand at designing an Apocalyptic Future version of Donnie for a while, for a number of reasons - mainly that I just didn't have a clear idea of him in my brain yet and the thought of attempting to update his already pretty perfect design was highly daunting - but I finally caved and decided to take a crack at it. A couple months and several revisions later, I'm actually genuinely happy with the result. I'd still consider this "concept art" more so than a final design, elements of it could definitely be improved, but I really do like the concept as a whole - I think it could work!

The main goals I had in mind while working on this were: A. Must fit the character/look like something Donnie would canonically wear and still be easily recognizable. B. Must work in the Rise world & style (i.e. not be overly detailed or have too complex a silhouette.) C. Must fit in with the other (canonical) Future Rise designs.

I was also thinking about what problems Donnie might be trying to solve, which is what inspired the belt (more info on that below). All-in-all, although there might still be a few kinks to work out, I think I managed to come up with a pretty solid base design for my favorite Warring Warrior Scientist (Jr.)

Some additional character tidbits under the cut.

Also, I can't draw mechanisms to save my life, so just pretend those vague ninpo-gun-things make sense lol

Donnie has a mechanical prosthetic leg. How'd he lose that leg? Up to interpretation - my working theory is that it was a minefield accident that occurred when he was trying to blow some Krang dogs to Timbuktu. Naturally, since it's Donnie and they are in the midst of an alien apocalypse, he designed the leg to do a whole lot more than just help him stand without falling down. It's a multifunctional tool that contains a plethora of secret uses - including, but certainly not limited to, sawing off ugly Krang faces. It's essentially his new tech bo.

Bonus leg tidbit: Casey Jr. saw him deploy the saw blade in battle once when he was little, he then proceeded to beg for a saw-leg of his own to fight the Krang with. Donnie, realizing that amputating a perfectly healthy child's leg is probably not that most morally acceptable option, instead made him his own "sawing stick"(AKA, his motorized hockey stick)...which the others then made him wait until Casey's 10th birthday to give him.

The belt that Donnie's wearing here is a prototype of his latest invention. Its intended purpose: to deflect the Krang's mystic-blocking attacks, allowing them to use their ninpo in close combat. It took a lot of risk-taking to collect the necessary information to create such a device, and he experienced a number of way-too-close calls (one of which may or may not have resulted in that large gash across his plastron), but he finally managed to crack the code and pinpoint the frequency of the Krang's sound waves. He's testing it out right now to make sure that it works and is safe to use, but once it's out of beta, he plans to mass-produce them for every mystic-wielder in the Resistance to use in battle. He believes it could turn the tides of the war...unfortunately, the device never makes it out of beta, as he dies before its completion.

Donnie's gloves are fashioned after the ones his dad used to wear in his Lou Jitsu days (with some modifications, for comfort and to make working with screens a little easier and less annoying.) The material they're made out of is far more durable, of course, since he's working with them near-constantly and under varying conditions. But maybe he designed them to look like this as a way of keeping his dad's memory close, similar to Leo's sword hilt?

Ironically, Donnie uses his ninpo probably the most consistently out of all the brothers (even though Mikey uses his to the greatest extent, hence his rapid aging). He's constantly using it to check on the base's security status and multitask while working on other projects. Because his ninpo takes a good deal of brain power to operate, it puts a significant amount of strain on his nervous system and this causes frequent complications. Seizures, spasms, and blackouts become a semi-regular occurrence - especially in the latter part of his life. Donnie does his best to manage them, but the workload makes it almost impossible to do so properly. Mikey is able to help with these attacks when they happen, but Donnie - not wanting his brother to overuse his powers any more than he is already - usually opts to just ride it out and save the mystic healing for people who need it. The exception to this rule being when he's in the middle of an extremely important procedure and can't stop long enough to let the attack pass naturally, then he has no choice but to accept Mikey's aid.

This is probably needless to say at this point, but much like Leo and his other brothers, he is a giant. Equal in height to Leo (if not slightly taller, even without the goggles.) The doodle in the top-left corner of the sketch page where he's next to April is meant to be them sitting, so don't take it as anywhere near an accurate representation of their height comparison. It is not, he dwarfs her by several feet, lol.

[lolbatz]

Warriors Self-Care

I like to theme self care around things I like so here's one that's Warriors themed!

Patrol your territory

Explore the full extent of the territory that belongs to you.

Travel purposefully along the outline of your hunting grounds, aka where you spend most of your time and travel through.

Notice everything that has changed, what has stayed the same, what living things dwell within your territory.

Ensure that your territory is safe and secure of any threats, clean up any messes you can.

Prepare your nest

Change, wash, and prepare the bedding for your nest.

Decorate your nest with soft items that you enjoy, change it up if you've grown bored of it.

Include smells you enjoy, or items that remind you of loved ones.

Remove any nasty or old items from the area around your nest, ensure it is a suitable place for a noble warrior to get their rest.

Stock your fresh-kill pile

If it is your duty, take stock of the food you have available within your camp.

If you are lacking in certain varieties of food, you should plan a hunting patrol, organizing which areas you will hunt that will provide the highest quality or most plentiful prey for your camp.

Once your fresh-kill pile is well stocked, take a moment to reflect on your gratitude that you are met with such abundance.

Ensure your medicine supply is suitable

If it is your duty, check your reserves of medicine within your camp to make sure that you are well-equipped.

You may not be a medicine cat, but you can keep up on the bare essentials, remedies for common colds and scrapes.

Natural healing herbs like teas and tinctures are always good to have in stock.

Please do not pick wild herbs unless you are a trained medicine cat.

Practice your fighting skills

Once the needs of the clan are met, you should keep your claws sharp!

Go for a run through your territory just to feel the wind on your whiskers, or practice workouts tailored to your desires as a warrior. Are you the quickest hunter of them all? Or are you a strong, broad-shouldered warrior ready to defend your clan?

If fighting is not your style, some meditative stretching can provide you peace as well as newfound flexibility. Stretch within your limits!

Share tongues

Caring for your camp is not a solo job! If there are other cats living in your territory, ask them how they're doing, if their tasks have been treating them well lately.

Share news from your life with a trusted individual, and take your turn hearing their stories.

If a clan-member or an ally is in need of your help, and your duties to your clan have been taken care of, you may assist your friend however you can. Just make sure not to break the warrior code! (Unless you really need to.)

Bask in the sunlight

Once you've tended to your warrior (or medicine cat) duties, it is crucial to take a good long stretch, then bask in your favorite sunny or shady place. You've earned a rest!

[astercontrol]

Remembering how certain Programs in the original Tron movie have much more complex circuitry on the back (and butt) part of their Unitards compared to other Programs who have far less complex back circuits, what is your explanation(s)/headcanon(s) on how they gained them?

Hmm! Well, the first comparison that comes to mind is between the Warrior programs like Tron, and the dock workers like Yori:

Clearly Yori's circuits are much simpler and more minimalistic, and Tron's are vastly complex. This seems to go for others in their respective lines of assigned work, too-- the other programs working on the Solar Sailer dock with Yori, and the other warriors fighting alongside Tron.

At first one might be tempted to think it's something about what kind of programs they are. Yori, as her intended purpose, is part of the laser's programming, and thus very connected to the User world; her name appears on the screen each time the laser activates. She is perhaps the only program we see having something that resembles a graphic user interface.

...And no, in this case when I say "graphic user interface" I do NOT mean explicit sex scenes between Program and User. I mean the specific WAY that the Program/User sex happens. (Contact between Program and User is a sex thing for most programs, in my headcanon. But to be honest, the kind without a graphic user interface seems more intimate to me, personally.)

Tron, designed as a security monitor, is meant to do his work behind the scenes, several levels removed from any User except his own.

So, one tempting interpretation is that Tron just happens to have especially exposed "backend code."

Which is a term I half-jokingly use for his nice ass-- but in programming it refers to the code that happens behind the scenes, not visible in the software's user-interface. If that does in fact "manifest" as the circuitry on Tron's literal back end, it might indicate that he doesn't have much of a GUI-- and instead wears all his code out in the open, like his heart on his sleeve, untranslated into anything but its most direct meaning.

But I hesitate to jump to that conclusion. Because that would mean the simplicity of Yori's coworkers-- and the complexity of Tron's fellow soldiers-- is very close to uniform, across the board.

And I don't think that's how they naturally are.

I think most programs at Encom are custom-written for their purposes, each in the idiosyncratic style of their own programmer-- and thus, in their natural state, they'd have a huge amount of diversity.

So I lean toward the assumption that the dock workers got simple circuits and the warriors got complex circuits because that was how the MCP decided to dress them, and their "true" form has more individual variation.

Now, why would the MCP make that decision? I don't imagine him having much in the way of aesthetic preferences-- his focus is on efficiency.

So I think the most likely explanation is that the density of circuits all over the back of a warrior program has something to do with connecting to the weaponized Identity Disc that the warriors were forced to use in fights.

Yori and her colleagues were never shown to have discs. Now, I personally theorize that they did have them, but not weaponized ones-- just simple data discs for updates and backups-- and they were not allowed to carry them when at work.

(I've written elsewhere about the idea that this is why Yori was so zombie-like when Tron found her-- it had been a long work shift, she hadn't gotten to sync with her disc in a long time, and her identity was starting to fade. Intentional or not, this ties in very neatly to the related plotline in TRON: Uprising-- where Tron can be seen doing for Beck exactly what he did for Yori in that scene-- shaking her out of her disc-deprived daze by giving her a familiar face to focus on.)

So, that may explain why Yori and her colleagues weren't considered to need complex back circuits, and warriors like Tron were.

It doesn't, however, explain the way Tron's complex back circuits extend right down into the butt crack.

Out of universe, I have a scandalous little suspicion that this part of the costume was originally on the front, and was changed because it accentuated the front just too perfectly.

I have only one piece of evidence for that, but it's a compelling one: a picture I found of an original warrior costume up for auction.

...Yeah. Holy Dickbutt.

But.

Anyway.

As for an in-universe explanation?

Hmm.

it's possible that the butt section of that circuitry is all part of the same mechanism, and does the same thing the rest of it does.

Evidence for that: we do see it all light up simultaneously, when Tron is being forced to fight in the Games:

And yet-- strangely enough-- it's the only part of his circuit array that didn't light up when he drank from the energy pool.

I have no idea why that would be-- I mean, besides "someone in post-production decided that energy pool scene was already too horny without Tron's ass glowing."

Are the butt circuits added specifically as a modification to augment the weaponized use of the Identity Disc?

Do they only glow when the Disc is being used for violence?

...and not when Tron is happy, and at peace, and getting intimate with his loved ones??

....Huh.

Who'd have known Tron had an ass that was made specially for ass-kicking.

[gippity]

Trump and Palantir Forge a Pan-Government Surveillance State, Empowering Tech Oligarchs and Silencing Critics

Source article for analysis: https://newrepublic.com/post/195904/trump-palantir-data-americans

1. Narrative Framing

Simplicity & “Common-Sense” Appeal The administration casts cross‐agency data‐sharing as an efficiency and “government modernization” measure, flattening complex privacy and constitutional concerns into a feel-good story about bureaucratic streamlining. This preloads the conclusion that any objection is mere technophobia or red tape, rather than a debate over surveillance power.

Binary Framing (“Security vs. Chaos”) By emphasizing “national security” and “public safety,” critics are implicitly positioned as indifferent to immigrant crime or terrorism, pressuring dissenters to choose between safety and liberty—an either-or that forecloses nuanced policy discussion.

2. Emotional Engineering

Fear & Resentment References to “enforcing the March executive order,” “punish his critics,” and fears of immigrant targeting stoke anxiety about arbitrary state power. This fear is then channeled into loyalty among “true patriots” who trust the administration to wield that power wisely.

Pride & Tribal Bonding Invoking a “war on inefficiency” and naming a “far-right billionaire” ally provides a rallying narrative for supporters who see themselves as part of an inner circle, engendering pride in being on the “winning team.”

3. Pipeline On-Ramps & Ecosystem Mapping

Soft Entry via “Modernization” Pitches around “data modernization” and “innovation” serve as gateway content—memes and soundbites in tech-oriented outlets gradually introduce audiences to more radical surveillance proposals.

Content Funnel

Friendly tech press (“efficiency gains”)

Conservative opinion pieces (“keep America safe”)

Policy white papers and FOIA-leaked memos (“full database blueprints”)

Private sector deep dives (Palantir user groups, DOD contractor briefings)

4. Dog Whistles & Euphemisms

“National Security” Sanitized language for mass surveillance and immigrant tracking.

“Data-Driven Governance” A euphemism that hides the indiscriminate collection of personal information under the veneer of neutral analytics.

“Government Efficiency” Code for centralizing power and reducing agency-specific safeguards that currently protect civil liberties.

5. Archetypes & Mythos

Tech-Militarist Savior Casting Peter Thiel and Alex Karp as modern “warrior-lords” of data who will “defend” America—evoking the warrior archetype that simplifies identity into a battle of “us vs. them.”

Fallen Homeland Narrative Suggests America’s institutions are backward and corrupt, needing a techno-strongman to resurrect core values—mirroring the “rise-from-ruin” mythos common in alt-right rhetoric.

6. Strategic Impact Assessment

Real-World Mobilization This intel could be used to silence dissidents (through audits, visa denials, or targeted prosecutions), chill protest activity, and surveil immigrant communities disproportionately.

Beneficiaries & Victims Tech oligarchs (Thiel, Musk) and the Trump political machine gain concentrated power; critics, immigrants, student activists, and labor organizers become object lessons.

7. Vibe Warfare & Identity Signals

Stoic Realist Aesthetic Dark, angular visuals of data centers and code screens reinforce a mood of uncompromising techno-authority.

“Based” Tech Patriotism Pittings of “innovation bros” vs. “liberal elites,” using jargon (“Foundry,” “Grok”) as in-group markers to foster parasocial loyalty among tech-savvy conservatives.

8. Epistemic Booby Traps & Self-Sealing Logic

“If you have nothing to hide…” Pre-emptively discredits objections by labeling them paranoia or disloyalty, barring dissenting evidence from being taken seriously.

Data as Truth Presents analytics as inherently objective, making any critique of methodology or oversight seem “anti-science.”

9. Irony Shielding & Tone Drift

Tech-Bro Irony Occasional self-deprecating jokes about “big brother” memes allow participants plausible deniability (“We’re just goofing, who doesn’t love tech?”), while the surveillance machinery locks in.

Memetic Alchemy Use of playful GIFs or “dank” one-liners about “tracking your ex’s Starbucks habit” masks the seriousness of mass data collection.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for lottie behind the cut; a pocketful of Kons. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

But also . . . maybe it’s not him, or maybe he’s just hiding his Pockets somehow, or maybe he’s really hurt. Is there something that can hurt someone bad enough to affect their Pockets? Cas seems fine, at least, so . . . well, if Superman is hurt, Cas would be the one who got hurt, wouldn’t he? Cassie’s fine, and as far as she knows so is Superman’s other soulmate, whoever she is. 

Unless she died in Doomsday’s attack. Did that happen? Is that why Cassie woke up to a Pocket of him? Because he lost his other soulmate? 

Is that why his face looked so empty on the feed earlier? That might explain some things, if . . . 

So–he does need her, if his other soulmate is dead. If he lost her. 

So she was right. She can’t reject Cas. Can’t neglect or ignore him into fading. Can’t . . . 

Superman needs her, if that’s true. If he lost one soulmate and died himself, and then immediately woke up alive again to a new one? What else could that even mean, if that’s what happened? 

It has to mean something, she thinks. 

She wouldn’t abandon anyone like that, much less another superhero. Much less anybody like Superman. He has enough power to do, like, anything, and all he ever wants to do is help people. 

How could she reject him after that, especially if he just lost another soulmate? 

No way. Just–no way. Never.

“Cassie will neither be meeting Kal nor be left alone with him,” Diana says. “The Watchtower is currently locked down and will not accept his access codes, until the League can be certain as to whether or not he has returned, and if he has been in any way compromised or injured by the methods of said return.” 

“There could be a supervillain puppeting his dead body around,” Mom says. “Or it’s just a shapeshifter, or an android, or who knows what!” 

“She just said they were being careful, Mom!” Cassie snaps at her, clutching Cas to her neck defensively and trying not to bristle. “It’s not like they’re inviting him up for a pizza party and handing over all the security codes!” 

Cas chirps worriedly, and Cassie tries not to tighten her grip on him. Tries not to raise her voice any more or shout again or–

“I think it’s perfectly clear he can’t be trusted at this point, and the fact you’re even intending to hear him out is appalling, Diana,” Mom says sharply, and Cassie absolutely fails not to shout again. 

“You don’t even know what he’s thinking, Mom!” she yells at her, and Diana sets a steadying, soothing hand on her shoulder. 

“Cassie,” she says gently. “Helena is only concerned for your well-being. And Helena, Cassie is a capable warrior in her own right, and will not be left alone until we are certain as to whether or not Kal has returned, and as to his mental state and intentions if he has.” 

“I don’t give a damn about that man’s mental state,” Mom says, clenching her fists, and Cassie feels so frustrated she could actually just scream. Cas hugs her tighter with a worried little chitter, though, and that . . . that’s . . . 

She doesn’t want to upset him. Doesn’t want him hurt or worried or afraid. 

She doesn’t want to let him down. 

She–exhales, slowly, and pets down Cas’s back. 

Cas needs her. Superman might even need her, at this point, which is . . . a very weird thought, but still not something she’s going to ignore. She became a superhero to help people, and just because Superman’s her soulmate and a little on the old side doesn’t mean she’s gonna blow him off. Like–it is weird, yeah, it’s really weird and kind of uncomfortable and she doesn’t know what to think about it, but–but that’s not her mom’s business, and she can figure it out for herself. And–and Superman won’t be–

He’s Superman. He’s her soulmate. And more than that, he’s Cas, who she can’t even begin to imagine ever hurting her. If Cas is who he is at the center of himself, if Cas is his real soul–how could she ever imagine someone like that hurting her? At least–not on purpose, at least. Not deliberately. 

“I do,” she says tightly. “He’s my soulmate, Mom. I’m not gonna abandon him. But it doesn’t even matter right now anyway, because he’s not on the Watchtower. This is, like, Justice League stuff.” 

“And you expect me to just trust that?! Trust that no one will let him in or leave you unprotected?!” Mom demands, clenching her fists again, and Cassie bristles again, and she just–she doesn’t know why her mom will never just listen. Never just trust her, never just believe her, never just– 

“Helena, my friend. I give you my word that I will not,” Diana says gently, and Mom–grimaces, and then looks away, folding her arms. She still looks frustrated, but . . . 

“I’m holding you to that,” Mom says, her voice tight. 

Of course Mom would listen to anyone but her, Cassie thinks, her chest clenching painfully. Of course she wouldn’t trust her word. 

She grits her teeth for a moment, then just–fine. It’s fine. Whatever. If Mom lets her out of the house without being a jerk about it or upsetting Cas again, that’s all that matters right now anyway. The Justice League needs to know what’s going on so they can figure out how to help Superman, and that’s the important thing here. She’s not gonna let him down by getting stuck going around and around in a stupid argument for the next hour when he needs her up there. 

“I’ll keep you informed,” Diana says to Mom, and Cassie dodges it when Mom reaches out in an attempt to put a hand on her arm and touch her, and just–heads for the door, her own hands still wrapped tight around Cas as he peers back over her shoulder with a soft little chirp of concern. 

Superman’s not a bad person. She can’t believe someone who Cas came from could ever be bad. But even if he were, it’s not like Diana and the whole stupid Justice League won’t be up there to deal with him until they can help him with–whatever’s got his face looking the way it looks right now. Whatever brought him back, but might not’ve brought his original Pocket back with him. 

She just wishes her mom would trust her for once. 

She doesn’t understand why that’s so hard for her to do.

[celestialcupiid]

Cosmic Love Forecast

February 9th - 15th, 2025

Greetings, starry souls!💫 Welcome to this week's Cosmic Love Forecast! The stars have a message just for you, let's dive in! As always, we look at the Moon, Venus, Mars, and Mercury to see how it influences love's energy during this week!

Moon

2/12 Full Moon in Leo

Perfect for this Valentine's Day! This week, our lovely Moon will have a Full Lunar Phase in Leo! This means that we are releasing fear of vulnerability, encouraging self-love and confidence, as well as acknowledging your needs and desires in a relationship! This also calls for big romantic gestures and passionate declarations! Plan a grand date night, rekindle a spark, or even finally confess those feelings!

Mars

Mars in Cancer Trine Saturn in Gemini

This week our cozy and tender-hearted warrior Mars in Cancer will trine our witty strategiest Saturn in Gemini! So what exactly does this mean for us? Well this week, words really do matter! Think heartfelt confessions, late-night talks, and love letters! Love built under this transit feels secure, strong, and sincere! Make sure to send your lover a heartfelt message during this time!

Mercury

2/9 Sun in Aquarius conjunction Mercury in Aquarius

This week we are starting off with our wonderful Sun and Mercury meeting up in Aquarius to create an inspirational vibe! So what does this mean for us? This transit is like texting your crush at 2am with a wild theory about the universe, and then laughing about it for hours! Give things time, Aquarius knows that space fuels attraction. Don't be afraid to let things unfold naturally!

2/10 Mercury Square Uranus

Who else hates Mondays?! This week, Mercury will square Uranus bringing the energy of, 'oops did I just say that?' Expect your filter to disappear this Monday! The energy this trine brings is bold words, impulsive texts, and the urge to say exactly what's on your mind--for better or oops, for worse. This also brings a lot of restless energy this week! So plan for spontaneous dates, playful banners, and last-minute surprises!

2/11 Mercury Trine Lilith

Our chatty and visionary Mercury in Aquarius will trine Lilith's dark and intoxicating energy this Tuesday! With this transit, words get bolder, flirtation gets spicer, and convos take a turn for the daring. Talk about turning up the heat! Expect words to be full of mystery, sass, and just the right bit of rebellion. Flirting is a breeze with this energy! Wield your voice this week like a spell! Charm, seduce, and let your voice linger just enough to have them wanting more!

2/14 Mercury Enters Pisces

Just in time for Valentine's Day! Our chatty mercury drifts into Pisces, turning our words into poetry, confessions into sonnets, and texting into straight-up telepathy! What to expect? Dreamy love messages, flirty imagination, emotional whispers. Love will be intuitive, soft-spoken, and full of dreamy and soft sighs. Trust that love is felt, not just said. 💌💖🌊

Read more about how this week will affect your sign!

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Aries

Bold words? Who needs them! You're flirting through vibes and stolen glances. Actions > words now!😏🔥

Taurus

Sweet talks turn into soul talks. You're craving deep, meaningful love notes. No small talk, just magic. ✨💖

Gemini

Your words flow like poetry this week! But do they mean what they say? Flirting is fun, but emotions are real. Choose wisely!💬🎭

Cancer

This is your vibe! Soft whispers, nostalgic love, and feeling things before they're said. Welcome home. 🥹💞

Leo

Love gets cinematic. Grand gestures, dreamy declarations, and heart-melting words, yes you're the main character. 🎬💘

Virgo

Logic? Gone. You're decyphering love like a secret code and maybe overanalyzing that one message. Deep breaths. 🧐💞

Libra

Romance is floating on air, and you're thriving! Soulmate convos, dreamy eye contact, and sweet nothings? Yes, please!💕🎶

Scorpio

Intuition is on fire. You're reading between the lines, sensing every emotion, and speaking straight to the soul. 🖤🔮

Sagittarius

Love feels like a mystical adventure now! Wanderlust, deep talks, and falling for someone's mind first? Yes.🚀💙

Capricorn

Romantic stability meets soft devotion. Love notes on sticky notes, quiet moments of care--Love doesn't have to be deep.💌✨

Aquarius

Your thoughts feel like dreamy downloads, and suddenly you're writing poetry without realizing it. Love gets weird but in the best way!💬💜

Pisces

Welcome to your season of love magic! Words turn into spells, intuition runs high, and romance feels like a fairytale!🦋💖✨

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Thank you for tuning in for this week's Cosmic Love Forecast! Share your sign and how you've been feeling this week in the comments or ask! Loved this? Make sure to check out this week's Love In The Stars post which we navigate how to work through this week's energies and how to harness them for what you want using affirmations and meditation!

Stay tuned for next week's forecast, let's see how the stars influence Valentine's Day!

Until next time, may the stars guide your heart!

-CelestialCupiid

[quietlyimplode]

ignite your bones

After the fall of General Dreykov, and the remnants of the Red Room still at large, Natasha first year at SHIELD is anything but healing. Labeled a traitor and a turncoat, Natasha tries to find her footing in a strange new world.

Whumptober 2024: Day 18- Revenge

Warnings: canonical violence

Word Count: 1.4 (gif not mine)

Summary: the director wants revenge from those after him

Masterlist.

Whumptober Masterlist.

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Thompson loosens his tie.

Opening his bank account, he glances at the money.

It was worth it, he thinks, looking at the savings and the retirement fund that sits waiting for him.

What did the country ever do for him?

Once out of the army, they didn’t take care of him.

His battle with PTSD and the ongoing trauma of what he saw in war meant nothing.

He had seen. He knew.

There was nothing but money that meant anything.

It was always about money.

Money ruled everything, and if the only way to make it was to be corrupt and sell others down the line, just like they had done to him, well, he was justified to do so.

He was too far on the rabbit hole to turn back now.

Thompson looks at his ledger, his scrawling handwriting in code, took seconds for him to decode.

Out of the 70 agents he knew, he marked off the ones he knew were missing. At the end, there was twenty left.

Throwing his pen in frustration, he growls softly to himself.

They’d done a good job at decimating it, whilst he’d been distracted.

It had happened slowly, people missing, others not showing up for work, missions gone awry; all with those that he knew worked for the triple headed snake.

He supposed that was the point.

He leaves the desk to find his whisky in the cupboard, and pours a glass.

If Fury and his merry band of warriors thought he was stupid enough not to stop the last of it they had another thing coming.

Fury, Coulson, Hill and Barton.

He was sure they were behind it. The only ones with enough of a security level to put the pieces together.

That and the little traitorous bitch.

She was the one that started it all.

He should never have approved the mission that Olivia had set out.

The wheels turn further.

“Claudia,” he calls, his PA entering his office with a nod.

“Yes sir?”

“Get Olivia Belova in here now.”

“Sir,” she nods, leaving the room.

It takes only a minute before the woman reenters with a stern look.

“She’s not available, her calendar says she on leave. I had a look and it says that you approved it two days ago.”

Thompson feels the frustration burn within him. Anger at being played and manipulated.

“Fine,” he growls.

“Where is Romanoff?”

The pa leaves for a moment, evidently looking at logs and emails, before returning to explain that she had left with Hill at Fury’s order.

“And where are they?”

He knows it’s unfair to be angry at Claudia, the 60 year old former Sargent, who had done nothing but be loyal to him, despite knowing his secrets.

He should do something to help her from the coming storm.

Claudia looks worried.

“It doesn’t say,” she replies, her voice small like a child about to get into trouble.

Thompson huffs.

“Go home,” he orders.

“No. Go on holiday, somewhere tropical. Don’t come back for a while.”

He knows she’s smart enough to read through the lines of his statement.

“There’s a storm coming,” he tells her.

“A big one.”

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“We have to make contingencies,” the woman from the Oceania region demands.

“Are you going to take over once he is brought in?”

Fury nods.

“Who else?”

“There are a range of people,” the man from Europe advises.

“I know this region the best, I know my people the best, if this transfer of power is one that you want to go smoothly, then you must all see it.”

“Fine. We would like an update.”

The faceless voices take in the evidence, as Fury outlines what’s next.

“He won’t go easily,” he surmises.

The woman clenches her hands.

“Just get it done.”

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Twenty men.

Four missions.

Five person teams.

Four targets.

Thompson feels like he’s fallen too far down the rabbit hole to ever redeem himself. He doesn’t care how treasonous it is to go after four former military personnel with medals ranging from a purple heart to a silver star.

They shouldn’t have forced his hand.

He fingers his gun, wondering if he should go with them, but when he hands the last orders down, he finds his courage fails him.

He should be the one to oversee everything. That’s what it was when you were the Major.

Alpha.

Bravo.

Charlie.

Delta.

The four strike teams had their orders, now he just had to wait.

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Alpha Team.

Maria leaves Clint’s apartment, windows open and music on.

Blink-182 plays loudly and she smiles as “what’s my name again” plays through her speakers. She’d tried to explain music to Natasha but she could tell that it was falling on deaf ears.

Whether she didn’t care or her mind was on other things, she hadn’t known.

Turning left onto the freeway, she notices two black shield cars.

“Fuckers,” she thinks.

She knew those cars, those number plates and knew they were gunning for her.

Quickly making a plan, she turns off at the next exit, cutting off two cars and rightly receiving a blasting of horns.

One of the cars makes it off with her.

She assumes two or three man team in each car.

Annoyed, she speeds, making it to the closest Walmart and parking.

Cars are too dangerous and she knows they would prefer to just run her off the road.

People she knows.

People she’s trained.

She hates Hydra.

Twisted and corrupt.

Maria exits her car, watching the black car carefully.

It parks nearby.

Three man exit.

She has moments and the element of surprise.

Her gun loaded, she presses forward.

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Bravo Team.

Coulson rubs his eyes.

Staying close to Clint was exhausting. Not because he was a hard patient, but because he was so worried that someone would come and finish the job.

The round the clock surveillance was exhausting.

The dog park outside Shield was just starting to heat up.

The golden retriever and the dachshund make him laugh with their antics as their owner chat, ignoring the dogs wrapping the leads around their legs.

Coulson leans back in the sunshine, and sips his coffee.

He almost misses the odd sound of boots on the ground.

He looks around to see a five man team closing in on him.

Standing, he heads for the middle of the park, the Rottweiler on his left taking notice of his pace and the urgency of his movements.

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Charlie Team.

Gun on his lap, Fury shoots twice.

Once in the knee and the other in the head.

A shout of pain reverberates throughout his appartment.

Angrily, he throws a punch, and shoots again.

Two down.

He shuts off the lights, and drops the blinds.

The three that are left, enter in a V formation.

Fury almost laughs, as they seem blinded.

He knows the terrain on his apartment the best. They’re sure to miss the step.

He counts it down.

Holding his gun high, he aims the shot.

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Delta Team.

Clint stares at Natasha’s face.

Maria had shrugged when he asked and told him to ask Natasha.

As if in a stand off, she hadn’t moved from his couch, just watched as he’d pottered around slowly.

He’d gathered some clothes, money, his gun, arrows and bow.

Now he was just tired.

“Do you want a drink?” he asks.

Natasha looks up.

He notices her hands, scabbed and sore.

She nods and stands to come and help.

“What happened?” he asks in almost a whisper.

Natasha swallows.

She’s sure her face is almost as bruised as his.

“They wouldn’t let me see you,” she whispers.

“What’s that?” she asks, the light above Clint’s head blinking rapidly.

“Shit.”

He coughs and winces.

“They’re coming.”

Natasha looks panicked.

“Who?”

Clint grabs his backpack and gun, and passes it to her, taking his bow and arrows and notching it.

“Carry that, and follow me.”

He hits a button, stairs coming down from the ceiling allowing Clint to ascend, Natasha on his heels as the entrance to his apartment is beaten in.

The rooftop is high, and Natasha doesn’t like it.

“We’ll be cornered,” she hisses.

Clint turns, and shoots a single arrow into the ledge.

To Natasha’s surprise, the lead and rope out of it attach securely, and Clint grabs it.

“We’re abseiling,” he tells her, sweat on his brow.

She thinks it’s from pain, or adrenaline.

Maybe both.

Her heart beats evenly.

“This would be a stupid way to die, Clint Barton,” she tells him.

He shoots another arrow, and she picks up the second rope.

“On three,” he tells her.

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