#the chaotic conglomerate

[chaosconglomerate]

It's been a hot minute since I've posted anything on this blog, but I figured adding some new (or otherwise not well known) details would be fun

Aedrian is a florist. As a vampire that lived through the Victorian England age, he's familiar with floriography, or using flowers to communicate.

Riley runs a casino. Not much is known about how he got his hands on ownership of it, but rumor has it that he won it in a gamble. He's also a vampire, only slightly younger than Aedrian.

Alice is proficient with knives and prefers operating in the shadows. However, she can and will publicly fuck someone up if they lay hands on her

Cheshire is a singer. He's also a home cook. And they are very flirty and promiscuous. She's got a lot going and is thriving.

Noir is a big fashion fan, and he sometimes makes clothing for someone in the household. Usually Loki. For specific reasons.

Loki has recently gotten a cane due to problems with his feet, his heels in particular. If he stands in one spot too long, he can pain in his heels. Sometimes sharp, sometimes achy. He usually uses it when he's alone, because he thinks people will attempt to use his aid as a sign of weakness, and he hates having to deal with conflict.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[b0r3dtod3ath]

"Dude, why are you so nervous?"

Formula 1 masterlist

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Maybe third-wheeling wasn't that bad at the end of the day.

A/N: Reader is loosely inspired by "Succession".

An awful feeling of third-wheeling followed Lando as he sat next to his friends - Charles and Pierre and their girlfriends. The group sat in such a way that the two drivers were next to each other as well as their girlfriends which left Lando in a weird position where he couldn’t really hear much. He was invited by his friends to watch a tennis match during Wimbledon but he imagined it differently. In a sign of defeat he pulled out his phone trying to kill some time till the match started. Slowly the crowd was gathering but there was still some time left. His friends didn’t notice his unusual lack of engaging in a conversation so he got lost in his thoughts while looking like a hurt 5 year old with an ipad. He looked away from the screen when you sat next to him. A polite “Hello” left your lips as you adjusted your sunglasses. He was looking at you in a pure shock, not a word left his lips as he stared at you. “Sorry, is this seat taken? I must have messed up the numbers” his astonishment led you to believe that there was a mistake. He snapped out of his thoughts and cleared his throat. “No, no. I just-, You are Y/N Y/L/N”. You laughed at his comment. Did he feel starstruck? “And you are Lando Norris. I’m a fan. It’s nice to finally meet you.” a big smile formed on your face as you put out your hand for him to shake it.

Little did you know, you were Lando’s secret celebrity crush. He would never think he would be able to meet you. You were a daughter of a ceo of a global media and entertainment conglomerate. Born to take over your fathers business. You grew up in a wealthy environment filled with important people. Duh, you were even invited to a royal wedding. You were well educated and relatively down to earth. And he? He was just a Formula 1 driver - in his opinion - nowhere near your level of powerfulness. Just a young, chaotic kid. So when you sat next to him he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. 

His friends noticed a new person sitting next to the group. “Look at him, no wonder he isn’t saying anything” Pierre laughed. “Our Landou is in love?” said Charles, earning an elbow nudge from his girlfriend.

“So, are you here alone? How long are you staying in England” Lando tried to start a conversation once his nerves calmed down a bit. You were usually seen with your family so the question wasn’t so weird. “Yea, my family is in France now. I’m actually staying for a week. I’m going to watch you race in Silverstone” you smiled. Lando wished you hadn’t worn sunglasses just so he could see your beautiful eyes. “Wait, you are going to be there? God, now I feel pressured that such a pretty lady will be watching me compete.” You laughed at his remark but he was actually a little nervous. A small conversation carried on. “God, you are so hot, I, I I mean you must be so hot because of your outfit” you wore a navy suit paired with a white shirt. “Haha, It isn’t that bad.” you said while Lando’s face was turning red. 

The match went pretty smoothly but Lando didn’t remember much of it. He focused only on you. He started noticing little details about you - the way your lips would turn up when your favorite player served or how you sighed every time they had lost a point. 

When it finished he had gathered all his courage and asked you for your number. He had never felt so nervous talking to a girl. Your presence made him feel like he was not enough for you, yet he still wanted to try. “Um, could I maybe have your number. So i could give you an exclusive tour around the paddock of course” He said as you gathered your things. “Oh, of course, that’s so nice of you! I have to go now but I wanna say thank you because I really enjoyed your company. I hope you will call me soon.” You winked and gave him a piece of paper with your number on it. He gladly took it from you already thinking of framing it once he got home. 

Two days later, on Tuesday Lando finally stopped panicking, well… kind of. He texted you knowing that he would stutter while talking on the phone. He reread the message ten times before sending it to you. He tried to keep it cool - he asked if you wanted to play golf with him the next day and maybe go for lunch later - nothing crazy but he hoped you would appreciate it. It took you a few minutes to end Lando’s suffering by responding with a simple “Sure, just send me the address :))”. 

You thanked your driver and got out of the car. You saw Lando smiling from ear to ear. “Hi, nice to see you again” you went to hug him as only one word managed to escape his lips “Hey”. Lando had to admit that the hug calmed him a bit, it reassured him that you are feeling safe with him. “I have already rented the golf cart” he said and you started walking towards the vehicle. “That’s nice, let me drive. It’s your day off”. “Haha I’m going to be your passenger princess” he laughed “Yes, a pretty passenger princess. We need to get you a crown”. Golf went on smoothly, a natural conversion flew well with occasional stops when either one of you got too focused. “You play pretty well. I thought I was gonna make a move and try to teach you but it seems like I’m the one needing tutoring.” he started getting more and more comfortable with you, not even trying to mask his crush on you. You chuckled a bit “Well I started playing when I was a teenager. When did you start?” “Oh, just a couple years ago. Actually, I used to think golf was boring but my friend Carlos forced me to play with him and I ended up loving this sport.”

Lando drove you to a country club restaurant. “Hello, I have a reservation under “Norris”” Lando said to the man at the door who later led you to a table on a patio. Lando pulled your chair and allowed you to sit first. A true gentleman you thought. “Jeezz, you even made a reservation. You didn’t have to, we could always go somewhere less fancy. I mean, I like it here but you didn’t have to, really” you said in amusement. “Well, I wanted to take you here. There’s not a lot of people so we can be comfortable and the view is amazing” the last part of the sentence made your heart skip a beat - you knew he wasn’t referring just to the beautiful garden. You sat there for a moment, getting lost in each others’ eyes until a waiter came to hand you the menus. You ordered the food and drinks and started talking. You have watched a few videos online of him before. Well, maybe a few was an understatement but either way you noticed that Lando was still a bit nervous. You tried to loosen up the atmosphere a bit by telling funny stories and it took a while but it worked. He started telling you about his karting days and his friends on track. “Yeah, and that's how I met Max, didn't leave the best first impression haha. Oh god, the sun has set. What time is it? I shouldn’t be keeping you for too long” and just like that the panic in his behavior came back. “No, no. It’s fine. I can call my driver anytime so don’t worry about that.” he relaxed a bit at your words “I can drive you home if you are okay with that” he insisted with a sparkle in his eyes.

You sat in Lando’s Mclaren as he randomly said “We should get a dessert. What do ya think?” “What do you mean?” you, thrown off guide “I know an ice cream shop nearby, they make handmade ice cream it’s amazing. You should try it”. It wasn’t a long ride. Lando opened the car door for you as well as the door to the shop. “Thank you.” you smiled. You two looked at available options and you got on your toes, touching his arm for support, and whispered “What flavor should I get?”. He instantly blushed at the lack of space between you and you touching his arm made his heartbeat go faster “Maybe vanilla” he said with a sudden wave of confidence. You quickly ate the ice cream and made your way home.

Lando once again opened the door for you. “Thank you. I had a lot of fun.” you kissed his cheek. He literally turned into a mess - he didn’t know what to say. No one ever saw the sweeter, softer side of you so he felt honored you let him see it. He finally snapped away from his thoughts as you were already walking to your front door “Goodnight!” he said just before you reached it “Goodnight!” you waved at him.

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[spacemilkies]

fractured confections, bittersweet absence (1/?)

pairing: Earth—42!Miles Morales x Spider!Reader wc: 3k+ rating: teen a/n: don't look at me. i'm just writing as it comes to me. we'll see there all these different fic ideas take me. for this in particular, i have everything up to the movie start outlined. i took a few liberties with the timeline. i just have to push myself to write it :(

synopsis: Miguel relies on you to discover a potential anomaly  and somehow you become it

Or the one where world 42 never had a Spider-Man but then they do

In a world where alternative universes were nothing more than clichés confined to the pages of fantasy novels, your concerns as a teenager barely in your teens extended far beyond such fantastical notions. The recent addition of supernatural abilities, acquired through a fateful encounter with a dubious arachne during a field trip at a lab conglomerate, had consumed your thoughts. However, all of these preoccupations suddenly lost their significance as the very fabric of your existence crumbled before your eyes.

Echoes of terror-laden screams still reverberated in your mind, mingling with the chaotic symphony of pedestrian and automotive traffic desperately attempting to outrun an impending fate. In the midst of the pandemonium, you struggled to harness your newfound abilities, desperately weaving through the fragmented bodies of disrupted individuals, ephemeral apparitions on the brink of annihilation.

Yet, amidst the turmoil, one memory remained etched in your consciousness with unwavering clarity. It was the image of your best friend's father, seizing you mid-swing, his shattered gaze suddenly focused with newfound purpose. Together, you both tumbled headlong into a blinding burst of radiant light, a tumultuous journey to an uncertain destination.

As you gazed down at the device that had never left your wrist since that pivotal day nearly a year ago, your contemplations shifted from the intricacies of alternate realities to a more fundamental question—what would become of your existence without a tangible world to call your own?

Miguel, whom you swiftly discerned to be a distinct entity from the Mr. O'Hara who once chauffeured you and his daughter to softball practice every Thursday evening, had failed to provide a concrete understanding of the complexity surrounding your being. The only undeniable truth was that as long as the watch remained securely fastened to your wrist, you would be spared the agonizing disintegration that awaited Earth-702, the last vestige of a fading existence.

Earth-702.

The only life you had known reduced to a number.

This enigmatic state of being mirrored the ambiguity that plagued your emotions—a blend of forgiveness and gratitude, still unquantified and unresolved. How could you appreciate and resent the man who had saved you, yet inadvertently led to the destruction of everything you once knew?

For now, you exist as an anomaly entrusted with the task of investigating other anomalies, akin to yourself. A spider-being devoid of a world to safeguard was destined to remain just that—a solitary guardian without a realm to protect.

As you attempted to open the door, your progress came to a halt as LYLA materialized before you. In this constant state of existence, where alternate spider beings surrounded you, the presence of an artificial intelligence like LYLA was a welcome divergence from the norm. If you could practically call it that.

"You just missed Miguel," LYLA chimed, breaking the silence.

A tinge of disappointment washed over you. Miguel was supposed to provide you with an assignment today, and you had eagerly anticipated the opportunity.

“How convenient of him.”

The vague shrug from LYLA hinted at the lack of intention behind the promise from the beginning. With a restrained sigh, you pressed forward, traversing the brief hallway that led to Miguel's office—a space that also doubled as your own.

In the spider-verse association, you held the esteemed position of being its first official member. In simpler terms, you possessed the most comprehensive understanding of the intricate web of activities that kept the organization afloat. You were present when the second spider-being entered the headquarters, and you witnessed firsthand as the building teemed with more individuals from myriad Earths than you could have ever imagined.

With the proliferation of these spider-beings, it became increasingly challenging to distribute the workload. Each spider-being had their own set of responsibilities, both in their home realms and in dealing with one another. Amidst this sea of spider-beings, you were supposed to shine—a silent guardian with untapped potential.

Instead, you found yourself assigned to a desk, monitoring the overall progress of the operation. Miguel preferred to dress it up as a trusted role, acknowledging that not everyone possessed the capacity to grapple with the harsh realities at hand. It was amusing how he believed a teenager trapped within their formative years could shoulder the weight of these adult concerns.

Nonetheless, as an anomaly yourself, you held the title of subject expert in identifying and executing operations to resolve other unfortunate anomalies. Recently, you had grown restless and began to pester Miguel for more opportunities to explore other Earths. It wasn't to say that you hadn't ventured into different realms before. In the beginning, Miguel had no choice but to rely on your abilities in every capacity. However, a persistent fear loomed over both of you—the potential consequences if your device were to be disrupted for even a fleeting moment.

Indeed, that fear coursed through your veins, but you refused to allow it to dictate your life. That was precisely why you had all but demanded to be sent on the next assignment—an insistence that Miguel had skillfully evaded, leaving you feeling slightly defeated.

As you slumped into your seat, a heavy sigh escaped your lips. "What Earth is he even on?" you muttered, the weight of annoyance settling upon you. Almost as if in response to your presence, the displays surrounding your desk hummed to life, illuminating the space with a soft glow.

LYLA materialized by your side, her voice offering a prompt update. "Villain captured on Earth-343. They should be wrapping up soon."

The task at hand hardly posed a challenge beyond your capabilities. There were younger spider-beings grappling with far more daunting situations. You ceased dwelling on what your life would have been like as the Spider-Man of your Earth. You had been too young to even envision your future, let alone prepare for the colossal role thrust upon you in the wake of your transformation.

Amidst your operations, you had heard murmurs of other heroes around your age. 

Gwen Stacy from Earth-65.

 Pavitr Prabhakar from Earth-50101.

And Margo Kess from 22191. 

Their presence evoked a feeling in your chest that you wouldn't readily label as jealousy, but rather a simmering ember that burned hotter than mere contentment.

Occasionally, you engaged in conversations with them, often through the watch devices that connected your disparate realities, providing updates and exchanging information. But there were rare instances when you met face to face. Miguel had often categorized you and Gwen as the "troublesome" stage in your teenage years, a time when you grappled with the complexities of your individual realities. And while he wasn't entirely mistaken, the weight of those challenges felt more pressing in your lives.

Gwen, unlike some of her counterparts, preferred the sanctuary of the headquarters over returning to her home Earth. She seemed perpetually ready for missions, always on the edge of her seat. Upon meeting her, she shared the details of her eventful exposure to the multiverse, beginning with the collision event on Earth-1610B. She had crossed paths with that other Spider-Man... what was his name?

Rising from your slouched position, your fingers danced across the keys, retrieving the name from the recesses of your memory. You settled back into your seat, watching as the screen filled with the image of Miles Morales. 

He was certainly... something.

Admittedly clumsy at times, yet he possessed a reasonable level of control over his abilities. Enough, at least, to keep him off Miguel's list of reprimands. Out of curiosity, you toggled his biometrics, allowing the spider DNA coursing through his veins to reveal his Earth designation. But it was within the uniqueness of his profile that you discovered a divergence—his DNA did not match the status of his home Earth.

Earth-42.

You have come across reports mentioning it. According to Miguel, without a Spider-Man to inhabit it, there were no canonical events to monitor. From an operational standpoint, he was correct. However, as you pondered the situation now, you couldn't help but wonder what a world without a Spider-Man truly looked like.

With a few keystrokes, you accessed the live feed, ready to uncover the truth of that reality for yourself.

What you saw, ripped away the lingering shred of sense you had in that moment.

˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚

"This is a very bad idea," the voice persisted, echoing through your wrist. However, your dimension device possessed its own isolated network, impervious to interference or removal without Miguel's biometrics. It was a safety measure designed to keep out unwanted disruptions, but it inadvertently granted you a sense of freedom.

Clinging to the shadows, you effortlessly scaled the side of a building, preparing yourself for the leap to the next rooftop. The act of calculating the jump served as a convenient distraction from the persistent voice reverberating from your wrist.

"Like a very bad idea. Miguel is not going to be happy," LYLA warned, its concern palpable.

You let out a snort that held no trace of humor, grunting upon landing and quickly scrambling up the higher section of the architecture. "When is he ever happy?" you muttered. Miguel seemed to perpetually wear a mask of displeasure, never quite content.

Your response sparked yet another stream of concern from LYLA, but at this point, you had effectively tuned her out. The image feed from Earth-42, displayed on your device, paled in comparison to the chaotic reality that enveloped the city. From open flames licking at structures to blaring sirens piercing the air, there was not a single sign of peace to be found.

From your vantage point, you had always recognized the significance of a spider-hero. Yet, in the absence of one, you had simply assumed that matters would resolve themselves. After all, society was an ever-adapting complexity that spanned countless universes. Surely, there were individuals capable of managing the daily operations without the presence of a superbeing.

As you swung through the air, your mind wandered, delving into the intricacies of divergent paths taken by each reality. You contemplated the weight of the missing Spider-Man in Earth-42 and what it meant for the inhabitants of this dimension.

Lost in contemplation, you find yourself perched upon a lofty rooftop, gazing out at the sprawling city below. The bustling metropolis pulsates with life, its energy reverberating through the very fabric of existence. Yet, amidst the towering structures and bustling streets, your attention is drawn to a nearby building adorned with a larger-than-life mural.

The mural, a masterpiece in its own right, pays homage to a fallen police officer—an embodiment of courage, sacrifice, and unwavering dedication. It is a work of art that transcends the limitations of paint and brush, capturing the essence of the hero's spirit. Vibrant hues dance across the surface, blending seamlessly to form intricate details that breathe life into the mural. Each brushstroke tells a story, whispering of the hero's indomitable spirit and the impact he had on those he protected.

As your eyes wander over the mural, a bittersweet mix of emotions washes over you. You are intimately familiar with the displaced canon event depicted within the artwork, having witnessed its replay countless times. However, the absence of the defining factor—the presence of a Spider-Man—leaves a void, an inexplicable emptiness that permeates the scene. It raises profound questions about the nature of fate and the purpose of heroes. Who, or what, would subject people to a twisted reality without the counterbalance of justice and redemption?

But even in the absence of a Spider-Man, you know that humanity possesses an innate resilience. It is a resilience that gives rise to captains of justice, individuals willing to step forward and fill the void, even at the cost of their own lives. The mural becomes a symbol of that resilience, a testament to the indomitable spirit of the human heart.

Lost in your thoughts, a faint sound interrupts the silence, drawing your attention downward. The scuffling of feet resonates against the pavement, and your senses come alive, attuned to the presence nearby. Your head swivels, and your gaze lands upon the source of the sound.

Beneath the grand mural, the atmosphere hangs heavy with a mix of sadness and reverence. The vibrant colors seem to cast a somber aura, amplifying the weight of the fallen hero's sacrifice. It is there, in the fading sunlight, that you spot a solitary figure—a teenager whose face bears a defiant expression, despite the trails of tears glistening in the soft, golden rays. There is an air of vulnerability about him, and his presence captivates your attention.

With nimble and cautious steps, you descend the side of the building, blending seamlessly into the shadows. Your spider-like agility allows you to approach unnoticed, maintaining a respectful distance. The teen remains oblivious to your presence, engrossed in his own world of emotions.

In the pool of fading sunlight, his tear-stained face reflects a myriad of conflicting emotions. It speaks of loss and grief, yet his expression hints at determination and resilience. You are drawn to his vulnerability, unable to resist the urge to understand his connection to the fallen hero immortalized on the mural. It is evident that the departed officer held a special place in the hearts of many, leaving behind an irreplaceable void in the lives of those he protected.

As you observe the teenager's reaction, a sudden crash and the shattering of glass reverberate through the air, snapping your focus away from the impending danger nearby. The symphony of chaos begins to unravel, growing louder with each passing second. Instinctively, your senses heighten, urging you to intervene and prevent the imminent turmoil. Yet, you understand the delicate balance of interfering in the affairs of other realities, knowing that it may have unforeseen consequences.

Choosing to prioritize the safety of the vulnerable individual, you turn your attention toward him, hoping to offer guidance and solace. It is a decision that carries its own weight, for the unknown intricacies of interdimensional travel have taught you that nothing is ever certain or predictable. With a calm yet concerned voice, you address him, your words laced with empathy and caution.

"Hey, it's dangerous for you to be out here," you gently express, aware of the unexpectedness of your presence. However, before you can fully comprehend the impact of your presence, the teen’s demeanor shifts into something decidedly defensive—an oddly quick but reasonable response, given his environment. In that moment, you realize the jarring sight you must present—a being that embodies the traits of both human and spider, suspended in an upside-down stance before him.

As the boy's awe and curiosity leak through his initial defiance, you notice the hard lines of determination softening under the weight of change. There is a sense of similarity there, lost teenage years consumed by destruction.

His bewildered voice breaks the silence. Despite the perplexment, its gruffness cannot mask his genuine curiosity. "What are you?"

A playful smirk dances across your face, defying the gravity of the situation. The opportunity slips from your lips before you can fully understand the weight of your words.

"I am your friendly neighborhood spider," you reply, the words dripping with both sincerity and light-heartedness. Those wide, capable eyes, tinted with distrust, rove over the intricate design of your costume, searching for answers in the fabric that binds you.

His response is swift, his youthful candor cutting through the tension. "That's a dumb superhero name," he remarks, not comprehending the magnitude of the reality he has stumbled upon. You merely shrug, understanding that you are not the Spider-Man he knows, nor are you bound by the conventions of his familiar world. Here, in this fractured reality on the brink of collapse, your mission transcends trivial matters such as superhero aliases.

"Well, stupid or not, I can't leave you hear," you declare with resolute determination. Before he can fully grasp the gravity of your words, you swiftly encase him in a web cocoon, launching him skyward along the building's side. He puts up a surprisingly capable fight, thin braids swinging to and fro within his captivity.

"Aye, loco! Lemme me go!" he protests, his voice carrying a hint of frustration.

 Huh, Spanish. Miguel would be proud.

 Together, you ascend to the pinnacle, where the world seems both smaller and more expansive all at once.

From this vantage point, a distant commotion clamors through the night, a discordant symphony of chaos that taints the air with unease. You can sense the imminent danger lurking down the dimly lit streets, threatening the fragile remnants of this crumbling reality. 

The boy's now angered gaze fixated upon you, “I can take care of myself.”

You resist the strong urge to volley him, if only to jerk the too-adult pinch from his brow with the promise of fear and your strength. Instead, you guide him to to an adjacent block away from the disruption and drop him to his feet carefully, save for a brief stumble.

The pointed glare focused on you is not the impression you would have imagined from a rescued individual, but you were new to this so maybe not all went to script.

You were feeling a little less confident as you approached.

"I'm going to release you now."

The teen only jerked his chin in response.

Hooking a finger under the webbing, you use the trick Miguel taught you to loosen the bindings. The warning came a split second after he worked an arm free, giving you a brief opportunity to pull out of reach as he swung back.

He was definitely a product of his environment, whether for the good or better was not disclosed. 

There was a notable fire in his gaze as he challenged you.

“Next time, keep your freaky abilities to yourself. I don’t need no hero.”

Suspending yourself from the light fixture above, you test your impact on the Earth a length more. You think about all the other Earth’s whose spider-beings who press forward despite the backlash, determined to save what they hold dear. 

They might say those words, deflect the help offered to say they didn't need a hero because they were one.

But this teen didn’t give you that impression. His presence vaguely tipped the compass in a different direction.

“Maybe not, but you’re only one person.”

Scoffing, the teen ripped away the rest of the webbing. “No hero has a place here. Everyone agrees on that.”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turns his heel at that as he descends down the street away from you. 

Earth 42 was indeed a reality without a spider-being. 

But what proliferated in its absence, was something you felt, would test the universe in its own way. 

[venussaidso]

Rahu Dominant Themes — 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (part 1 of) 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟕

warning ⚠️: movie spoilers

Lord Rudra is an angry manifestation of Shiva who is the god that destroys the universe in order to re-create it. Rudra is the version which emphasizes the destruction of illusions, imperfections, diseases etc. before change can take place. Rudra means "one who eradicates problems from their roots", which rules Ardra, where we see the shadow planet Rahu being at it's potent height. Rahu is always dissatisfied and filled with illusions. With Rudra here, we see the strong conviction to break all things illusory, that are a stain or disease. Ardra, being Gemini and Rahu together, chooses to face the cold, harsh truth by deconstructing it (Mercury). There comes an intense anger and urge to destroy the root of all problems.

The best piece of media by far to embody the potency of Ardra, especially Rudra, is MR. ROBOT.

Ardra is quite contradictory, as it aims to expose truth by ruthlessly shining light on it ("control is an illusion") and therefore breaking the illusion, despite literally being ruled by the most illusory planet, Rahu. Rami Malek is an Ardra Ascendent and in the series Mr. Robot, he plays a cybersecurity engineer who uses his rare intelligence (Gemini/Mercury) to take down an evil conglomerate that controls the world & gets away with terrible world crimes that are swept under the rug. The Ardra character is already established as not a truth seeker, but someone who is already aware of everything and has been long disillusioned. The other important main characters also seem to be played by Rudra influenced actors which I found so incredible. These key characters show different dysfunctional aspects of society, almost critiquing them. Though Rudra is more potent through Ardra, Rudra has incarnated in different forms. Aja Ekapanda, Ahir Bhudhanya - Purva Bhadrapada, Uttara Bhadrapada. And Goddess Kali has associations with Rudra, and it rules the nakshatra Mula - which forms the axis with Ardra (being Sagittarius-Gemini). All the Rudra nakshatras are scattered across the main cast of Mr. Robot.

Another similar piece of media that is linked with Ardra and anarchist/political themes that expose heavy truths of society and elite powers of the world is the film V FOR VENDETTA, which leans more into anti-fascism. Starring an Ardra native.

Ardra faces the reality of things that is usually harsh and too overwhelming for others to bare, the kind of truth that is often not thought of. The series The Boys shows what would realistically happen if superheroes were a thing — none of that Marvel sugarcoating shit. Just like Rami Malek's character in Mr. Robot, the character Billy Butcher played by Karl Urban is already established as one who knows the harsh reality of superheroes (being monsters and corporate puppets) and is portrayed as an angry, disgruntled, dissatisfied person. And of course there is Rahu/Ardra influence.

Ardra is not always about dethroning corrupt powers. It can simply manifest into meaningless chaos, purposeless anarchy as seen in Heath Ledger's Joker who only makes chaos to prove the hypocrisy in people and society. This critical nature is always within Ardra, no matter how chaotic and senseless it manifests.

Yes he's an Ardra Moon.

It's always interesting how nakshatras with the same planetary rulership can share the same themes, despite the differences in their ruling deities. The film, Joker (2019), criticizes how society treats its ostracized members. And the character Arthur Fleck, being played by Swati Sun Joaquin Phoenix, unintentionally (and unknowingly) drives pure anarchy in the streets. Becoming the face of a movement spawned around him, called 'Jokerism'. And these masks, just like in MR. ROBOT (fsociety), V For VENDETTA, make the symbol of the movement.

I also find it interesting that Zoro is a masked vigilante who fights against the injustice and victimization of the lower class and indigenous people. Shatabhisha can act as a saviour in this case, more than what is seen from Ardra and Swati.

The character Hobie Brown being voiced by Shatabhisha Sun Daniel Kaluuya in the new Spiderverse film. Interesting enough, Shatabhisha being Aquarius can also have chaotic, rebellious and even anarchist tendencies. Aquarius emphasizes individualism, roots for the underdog and can absolutely despise authority – especially the corrupt kind (but mostly it's fuck all authority).

The nakshatra also being co-ruled by Rahu, they can see through illusions and have a simple yet realistic approach to things (Saturn). There is defiance there in Shatabhisha, but rarely ever as erratic or angry as Ardra. In fact, Shatabhisha is more on what's morally right and wrong compared to Ardra where a dualistic nature is conveyed. Shatabhisha has a tougher framework, can be very virtuous.

Shatabhisha is ruled by the deity Lord Varuna who is the personification of divine authority and moral law. The theme of authority can manifest in several ways for Shatabhisha. Rebellion against authority can go to the extreme ends of violence and unlawfulness. Or it can go into activism. Critiquing the many issues in the world that are glaringly wrong and unfair (what the modern internet now calls 'wokeism'). Themes of rebellion or exposure in a political and societal context can be linked with Swati. This can somewhat be seen in the following medias:

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢:

[jjuwuni]

shortcut to heaven | yang jungwon x oc

pairings — yang jungwon x reader

genre — fluff, angst, college!au, fake dating trope, drama, occasional smut (minors dni please)

summary —  Two strangers seemingly cross paths, everywhere they go. 

Would they find their heaven among their chaotic lives? 

“ That’s right, I’m talking to you, ” Jungwon, THE Yang Jungwon, with his arm, outstretched, index pointing right at me, “ Do you want to be my girlfriend? Fake girlfriend, that is, so make sure you don't end up falling for me. ” With his right dimple in full view, he smirks at me. 

And that was the day my whole life turned upside down.

warnings — first and foremost, this is a SOCMED AU, fake dating trope with some twist n' turns, compared to my other stuff this one is definitely more on the cute, fluff side hehe so not much warnings in terms of content ! OT7 enha makes a cameo, as well as probably other 4th gen idols, will use nwjns minji as the faceclaim for y/n, alcohol, drunken mishaps, profanity, there might be slightly dark themes surrounding family and love, no mnc i assure you, making out, smut etc. will happen so minors 👀 watching you !

A/N: HELLO HELLO ! bela here ^^ this is my first attempt at a socmed au type of story. hope you guys like it ! as always, i'm wanting to hear your guys thoughts and whatnot so don't hesitate to comment, reblog, message me, anything ! also: taglist is open ^^

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MEET THE MAIN CHARACTERS:

YANG JUNGWON ; insta - twitter - twitter dump

Firstborn and only son of one of the most successful conglomerates in the country, poised to take over

Business management major

Has two younger sisters (14 and 7 yrs old) 

Personality: Charming, approachable, mr. social butterfly, fearless, can be reckless sometimes, natural born leader

PARK JINAE (y/n) ; insta - twitter - twitter dump

Business management major, studying under a scholarship

Works two jobs to keep herself afloat for her everyday expenses

Has an older brother 

Personality: May come off as cold and aloof at first, sarcastic, easily gets bored, reckless at times, also clumsy at times

JUNGWON'S CIRCLE - heeseung, sunghoon, ni-ki

JINAE'S CIRCLE - sunoo, jake, jay (older brother)

[bluemoonhoon]

secret proposals

lee heeseung x fem reader smau series

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BONUS the chaotic dinner, the ban of a company, and the start of a friendship.

-two years ago-

Lee Heeseung could not care less of the reason he was seated at one of Seoul's fanciest restaurants, but his father decided it was a great idea to rent the entire place for a blind date, which of blind had nothing, thankfully, it was not for him. growing up he always knew his role in his family company would always be overshadowed by his older brother not only in business, every achievement lee heeseung made in his 24 years of life was overlooked by the one and only heir in their family legacy.

and here he was, still trying to please his father accompanying him and his older brother on a "date"; while his father called it a blind date, heeseung (and everyone) was well aware this was not it, this looked more like a business meeting, which in part, it was. after many millions in their bank account, greed never stopped running as their main incentive for families like his. the son family was really important in the business world, and for a family like heeseungs who took pride in their economic impact, there where a low amount of companies that were on their level, and while his parents would not like to admit, the sons had a business leiras never was able to approach. this blind date, was business, it represented power and status for both families, but mostly for the lees, heeseung had never seen his dad as excited as when someone in his team mentioned the idea of having his older brother marry the only daughter of sondi group.

this was not the type of blind date heeseung has been sent to, the type of dates with "no strings attached" knowing really well that he was set up with daughters of influential families and leaking those "dates" to the media to pressure him into picking a partner (which never happened and gave him the "player" persona the news had of him) this was a marriage proposal, and just like a proposal, it looked like lee hansol was the main investor, setting the heir of the leiras conglomerate on a stronger and longlasting business deal. son jiwoo was the perfect addition to the Lee fortune, heeseung had seen her maybe twice in the events he was obligated to assist, people always respected jiwoo, she started working really young, and improved her family business in a way they wouldn't expect a young woman to, heeseung knew that when she married his brother his place in the family will disappear even more.

he saw her arrive in a blue dress at the exact moment she was told to attend, but she arrived alone "hello, I’m son jiwoo, I’m sorry to be greeting you alone, but there was an emergency and my parents had to travel out of city, they said they would text your assistant, but either way we didn´t want to leave you hanging after you organized this sir, my extreme apologies, it’s a pleasure to meet you" she introduced herself in the most proper way possible, she was the synonym of elegance. "its understandable, work always comes first, dont worry miss take a seat" his father said and heeseung sweared he never heard his dad speak that gently, while the waiters fixed the round table to fit the four people heeseung looked to the balcony only to see his brother still speaking on the phone, jiwoo thanked him and seated in between heeseung and his brothers place, "you must be seunghan, you are more handsome than people say" she told him while extending her hand and heeseung choked. "sorry I’m heeseung, his younger brother" and this time the surprised face came from jiwoo "my apologies heeseung, its just-" "its okay" and they both laughed at the awkardness of the situatuion while shaking hands. "seunghan is outside, he will join us in a minute" his father interrupted and both him and jiwoo looked at him, and heeseung saw first hand jiwoos facial expresion change into what was probably the expression she made while on business meetings.

like he did every single time his father opened his mouth, heeseung zoned out, and while he saw the small talk his father his brother and jiwoo were in, neither did they try to involve him, nor did he try to speak, he didn't care enough, at least the food was great. and while he distracted himself with it, maybe half and hour later he heard his dad fuck up this meeting "of course, when you guys get married you could apply to run our hotel division, while its nowhere as succesful as sondis, you can make it great again, we’ve heared good things about your managment" his father said and it was the first time heeseung looked up from his plate. "wait, you expect me to quit sondi and pick up what youve done in your hotels?" jiwoo questioned shocked. "yes, well, at least until you have children, you know early education is important and kids need a lot of attention, I don’t think you will have time for business when that happens" both heeseung and jiwoo physically cringed with that statement, his brother didn’t even react, which didn’t surprise him, but clearly bothered jiwoo. "so you want me to give up my job, the one I’ve had since i was 20, to save one of your divisions to make yourself richer only for me to quit the moment i have kids and become a house wife while not even having shares on your company?" she said and lee hanseol, chairman of leiras reacted like it was the best offer he could give someone, clearly, he didn´t know son jiwoo. "exactly" he answered simply and heeseung wanted to throw up of the entitlement his father was showing and that his brother was permitting "thats one of the worst offers I have received in my years in business, your are treating me and my company like we are imbeciles" she said with a sour expression.

"you should show some respect to your elders and don´t be rude miss" and with that heeseung actually covered his face with his hand embarrased by his family behaviour "I’m sorry sir, but you haven’t showed me any respect to reciprocate" she answered him with an insane amount of pride "you’ve been completely impolite to me, I’m not something your family can own as a source to grow your wealth, and I refuse to talk with someone who is dimishing the work and success I’ve worked for" she continued getting ready to walk out of the restaurant. "miss jiwoo if you walk out of this restaurant that rudely we won’t ever work with your company in any way" heeseung finally got himself into that discussion "oh my gosh, can you stop? it is embarrassing" he said quietly earning a look from his father that meant 'stay out of this' while his brother just played with his food "don't worry, I don't think I would ever like to work with a company run by you." she said while walking out of the restaurant, and heeseung sworn he had never seen a cooler thing; someone had the final word against his father, and wasn't scared of the stuff he said, lee heseung knew that even if it was lowkey he wanted to be friends with someone as awesome as son jiwoo.

NOTE: wanted to share with you the backstory of heeseung and jiwoo friendship and of the event I’ve talked about since the beginning of the series. Even though it’s not related to the current timeline :)

taglist: (@eleanorheartschishiya, @enhaslxt, @ddazed-lhs @nctislifue, @ariadores, @ineedsomezzz, @webjeje, @enhaz1, @strayy-kidz, @firstclassjaylee)

[that-dreaming-dragon]

The Dream Dragon Myth

Cross-posted from my dreamwidth, link in the title.

When others talk about resonating with films and media, there's often a divide between wilderness/nature vs city/industrial. Often nature is where the hearts lie for more feral inclined or beast-aligned folks. Dragons are usually among this group that are drawn to nature.

Through the breadcrumbs I've left myself, I can confidently say where my resonance lies in the media genre--folklore and fairytales. This also circles me back to my initial hesitance with the term folcintera. At first glance, I was unsure if it applied to me, merely seeing myself as a generic mythkind, simply a dragon.

However, after having terms to define my experience of having a kardiatype that is divinity-made-by-human and an archetype which is Mew that is a being that is mythical, little-l legendary, whimsical, mysterious, a bit mischievous and chaotic, as well as fluid, abstract both as a concept and as a creature--it all coincidentally aligns with me being a creature of dreams, chaos, vacillant in my shape, but definite in my draconity.

This realization of the self, myself, that is defined by my very own personal myth and folklore did not come from a singular instance of learning of the term folcintera, or interacting with media that are tied to fairytales or mythologies. This took time, and a certain level of self-acceptance, along with the unintended nudges from the communities around me via the discussion of alterhumanity.

I have contemplated that my otherkinity has some degree of voluntarity within. I as a species never quite make sense, even as a dragon, which tends to be from a conglomeration of other creatures. When I first had an idea of my appearance, it happened while I was within a draconic (and furry) community. I'd mentioned before that orange is as much a part of me as my draconity is. But what of all the other features that define me? From the bits I could recall of that community, the dragons are more typical of the scaled lizards with webbed wings, many have breath weapons of some sort. I remember a blue anthro dragon with military and firearm tied to the lore of their dragonsona.

Was it my desire to be different than the mainstream?

But looking back at my old drawings, most, if not all are decidedly random in their features. They'd either be some sort of snake with lots of extra, or hexapod being with claws for limbs and a pair of wings of various sorts, sometimes more, or avians with wings and legs combination, or they'd be piscine. Perhaps because of the media I grew up with, the draconic creatures are varied in their features, or perhaps due to my cultural upbringing.

I came from a background that has Buddhism, Taoism, some local folklore, and maybe Shinto or Shinto-influenced beliefs, and others that I cannot define. I grew up with my nonhumanity. I experience my life from my teens onward with the knowledge of my past life of being a dragon. I learn from a culture that acknowledges dragons as mythical and reality, and stories of dragons capable of shapeshifting, of controlling wind and rain. I read mythologies about dragons from many cultures of this world and their diversity.

When I had a complete image of myself, I was round, circular in shape, bright in colors, and dominated by orange so vibrant, you'd only possibly find it in birds, the fur of beasts, and wings of fowl. I also had a pet-like quadrupedal form, a form that is typically seen as an "eastern" dragon, and a form that is typically seen as a "western" dragon. There's not quite a point in mentioning the anthro shape, as I still do not think that is a form in itself.

There was not much separation between human vs nonhuman. I am nonhuman through and through.

As a whole, what is made up of me, my sense of self, the essence of my identity, is an amalgamation of all my experiences and knowledge, both intrinsic and potentially influenced by my surroundings. I am a dragon, it is the simple, unshakable truth. The how I am as a dragon is far more complex, it speaks of my story, my personal mythology.

[3majorursaminor7]

Keep getting Xena Warrior Princess vibes from the way that people keep constantly commenting on how they thought Stede would be *more attractive* based on Ed's emotional upheaval over him.

Like this is exactly how other characters treated Gabrielle, a constant "I just don't get what Xena sees in you."

What these characters don't get is how much Stede and Gabrielle see Ed and Xena respectively for who they are- the whole messy, chaotic, wonderful conglomeration of their self and love them unconditionally. They support them, coax out the warm and vulnerable and loving aspects of them.

They see past the horrific legendary myths of them to the real person beneath. They are warm. They are kind. They are weird and unabashedly themselves and they bring out that aspect in their partners as well. And that's why they hold such a special place in their lives.

Also they are attractive in their own right, physically attractive yes, but they also both have a fiery, commanding quality that comes out when pushed to it.

Also they keep filming on that same damn beach that they always filmed at in Xena and that makes me very happy. Me and my twin recognized it immediately from multiple multiple viewings of Xena.

[baura-bear]

I just want to write out all the little details I noticed about newsies because they played a big part in what made the show amazing. I tried not to mention stuff I’ve seen in other posts and focus on more specific moments and interactions I liked but also I liked it all so there are a lot. Enter at your own risk I suppose? also this is a conglomerate of the three shows I saw (I sat in Manhattan, Flushing, and Brooklyn)

Act One!

These boys genuinely appear OUT OF NOWHERE?? I was sitting in Manhattan watching Race and suddenly SPECS IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME SINGING IN MY FACE

HENRY SWINGING IN?? people have called it a zipline but it’s more like he’s doing a Tarzan swing in

throughout the entire show there are boys sleeping every where between numbers

Santa Fe (Prologue)

Jack has drawings pinned up all over the penthouse!! a few of them were close ups of faces or full body portraits (I couldn’t see them all)

Crutchies “No I wanna go down” line is so much sassier (let’s be honest Matthew Duckett’s Crutchie is 10x more chaotic than any I’ve ever seen) instead of rushing through it it’s more like “No. I want to go down” *points at ladder to emphasize*

“Hop a palomino you’re ridin’ in style!” :DD

Crutchie whistles to wake up the newsies and it was so loud 

Things I noticed in Carrying the Banner (and there is a lot)

when it’s first starting and a few of the boys are still up in Brooklyn Jojo dropped his hat so Mike picked it up and put it on top of his hat then shared a laugh with me and saluted before Jojo ran by and stole his hat back

“ Hey look! It’s bath time at the zoo!” *cue Henry really aggressively scratching his crotch then cleaning his face with same towel* 

“Who asked you!?” Someone slingshots a newspaper at Albert and it’s supposed to hit him but one night it flew into the audience so Albert turned around and said something like “I’m so sorry about him”

“Any banker bum or barber!” I couldn’t tell who but one newsies goes behind Specs and accidentally chokes him with a towel (pretending to be  a barber)

When they’re all just being boys!!! Henry and a few other newsies play cards, Tommy Boy plays soccer with a wad of newspapers as a ball and Jojo, Splasher and one other newsie play jump rope (Splasher does a backflip while doing so, Ross Dorrington supremacy)

At one point Tommy Boy sits on the front of the stage and lights a match just to watch it burn? he was very entranced by the fire I will say

“waitin’ makes me antsy” line is actually directed at the nuns which I never realized until watching this

“Though you wander lost and afraid” idk if Jamie D-C’s newsie has a name but he nods and says “I am always wandering” while Tommy Boy very proudly shows his cross to the nuns 

“All I can catch is fleas” then proceeds to pick one off say “Ooo!! A juicy one!” and throw it at another newsie

While Crutchie is handing out papers he is an absolute menace “PAPER PAPER WHO WANTS ONE?!!!!” then proceeds to throw it on people in Brooklyn who aren’t even looking at him (they were very confused, by the time they looked back to see where it had come from he was gone) He threw his paper at everyone and then saw me (in Crutchie cosplay) and very politely handed it to me “here you go! :)” LMAO

While Jack’s running from the Delancey’s Crutchie yells “Run Jackie!!”

wheeee slide

DAVEY!!! 

Ryan Kopel his embodiment of Davey is *chefs kiss* very fidgety: tapping thumbs together, wringing hands, rubbing fingers together, wiping hands on pants/balling the fabric of his pants up in his hands. His hands are always either tensed or moving no matter where they are. has a habit of putting his hands behind his back (and looking collected) but that boy is still fidgeting

Crutchie death stares Davey which makes him look back (to make sure Crutchie isn’t looking at someone else) and then awkwardly shuffle around him (keeping eye contact at all times) as he and Les try to get into line

Morris takes Davey’s 20th pape and hides it behind his back before handing it back to Oscar

Race blows smoke into Davey’s face and I wish I had a video of Davey’s reaction cause oh my god

As everyone is trying to convince Davey to sell with Jack Davey is hugging his newspapers to his chest like his life depends on keeping them safe 

the way Davey says “that’s dizz-guhsting”

After Specs and Splasher get their papes they run off stage to the stairs between Woodside and Flushing “Hiya Splasher! anything good?” “Hey Specs!” then they read the paper together and it’s very sweet

Bottom Line

Pulitzer is scary I will build on this for act two but that man can yell

also his office is held up by newspapers and I really loved that detail (also newsies push it onto the stage very  ✨symbolic ✨)

“Football. VIOLENT?!”

Bottom Line has never been one of my top songs (and still isn’t) but I really liked it in this production Cameron Blakely has an amazing voice (they all do) and I just really loved the way this song sounded 

Also Bobbie’s Hannah is very much anti-Pulitzer and it makes the character very funny. like she realizes he’s a man with power and is intimidated by him but she definitely sides with the newsies more it’s very funny

Davey tries selling papes to the audience “buy a paper? anyone want a paper? oh- no not for you.” sir you can’t be picky with your customers

“Buy a pape from a poor orphan boy?” Davey rushes forward saying “Oh, no! he’s not a-” and Jack runs up and turns Davey around and walks him away from Les

Les and Davey interactions overall are so pure and sweet. Davey constantly has his himself wrapped around Les from behind, hugging him or holding onto his shoulders. He also looks absolutely astounded by Les, 200% of the time it’s just Davey watching Les like :O

“Come home with us? Uh- I mean- for dinner!” Davey. Why else would Jack have gone home with you  🤔🤔🤔🤔

Medda’s theater

When Davey notice’s Les looking at the Bowery beauties he’s so embarrassed good lord. He’s so jumpy and he gives the beauties a very quick apologetic look (very hesitant to look at them) and says “thatstheircostume!!” turning Les around away from them. 

The beauties put a feather in Les’ hat. 

Specs is helping set up the theater and completely drops the backdrop on Medda’s theater worker 

“Take it easy it’s a bunch of trees” Davey jumps in very quickly and eagerly “NO you’re really!!... I mean- uh... you’re really good” Ryan Kopel was successful in making Davey the gayest boy on this planet

While Les and Davey watch the show Ryan did not even try to sit like a straight person. First show he was sitting side-saddle with his hands laying on top of one another on his thigh like a freaking disney princess, second show he was crisscross with his hands clasped together, last show he was on his knees with his palms together like praying hands in between his knees 

boys at the front of the stage fight over which one Medda’s referring to (”she was talking to me!!” “no she was talking to me!!”) Tommy Boy then turns around and high fives another newsie

I never planned on you Jack literally crawls over Katherine’s lap, basically sitting on her for a brief moment to get to the other side of the box

Strike

“they got a mother? I was gonna get me one of those” the way Race says it is much more resentful rather than playful and he actually glares at Davey

during the formation of the strike Davey tries to hold back Les from joining the other boys when Les runs of Davey tries to grab him but obviously doesn’t succeed and instead he takes a few steps back, turning away from the strike and is very tense/fidgety as he hears them talk about what to do

when Jack asks Davey who tells Pulitzer there’s a really long pause and he clearly doesn’t want to give in to the strike “I- I guess... you do... Mr. President” almost annoyed that he’s letting himself give in

“Who wants Brooklyn?” Crutchie hides in his hat and holds his cross up towards Jack to ward him off

when Katherine enters and her and Jack have their little back-and-forth all the newsies are jeering and oohing and awing but Davey doesn’t have reactions like that he’s really carefully watching Katherine like he’s trying to figure her out (or maybe he’s just jealous about Jack ._.)

“me thinks the lady needs to be handled by a” snaps suspenders “real man”

When Davey says “I’d say we save any exclusive for a real reporter” it’s actually off to the side with Jack and he’s clearly trying to make it so that Katherine can’t hear (he looks at Katherine then back to Jack and kind of whispers ‘real reporter’)

End of Act One

unfortunately Crutchie does not say fuck he says folks 

Newsies zoom in on Katherine’s swivel chair and she thanks them :)

while Jack is tryng to persuade the scabs one of the is fully crying with tears running down his cheeks and you can’t tell because he’s staring at the ground hiding under his hat until the last second he looks up to the sky and then decides to throw his paper down(I couldn’t tell who it was but it wasn’t Splasher and it wasn’t Tommy Boy so if anyone knows who the third scab is, it was them... It might’ve been Buttons??)

Crutchie also starts tearing up a this point and pulls out his rosary to say a prayer

I haven’t really seen anyone talk about this but there’s a part in Seize the Day (I think.... it might’ve been in the world will know I forget) where all the newsies run up and form a triangle and yell out their names. It starts with Jack and Davey, Jack is very sure of himself and yells out his name at center stage then Davey looks around, runs up to join Jack, looks at Jack to see what to do then takes off his hat, does a little straightening tie motion and sheepishly says “Davey”

Les ascends

Matthew Duckett really loves ripping your heart out. Coughing as he’s dragged off. He calls out to Finch and another newsie to help but when he realizes it’s futile and hears Jack call his name he yells for Jack to run instead of save him

SANTA FE GOOD LORD the windows behind Jack light up yellow to make the moon of Santa Fe and it has an amazing effect especially if you’re in the middle aisle of the theater.

Act Two!!

before act two even began when I was in Flushing I could hear them tapping backstage and it made me very happy

King Of New York

The energy of KoNY is so insane that every single time I saw it by then end I was grinning and giggling so much so that I completely forgot letter to the refuge until Crutchie is sat on stage and I went from :D to o_o in a split second

“In the pape and you ain’t even dead!”

I’m sure everyone knows by now that they swing on the lamps and pretend the tables are cars but I don’t know if you’ve been told how terrifying it is to be front row during KoNY because one wrong move and you will get a tap foot in the face. Where I was sat for two performances I had Damon and Matt swinging over me and it is exhilarating but all I could think is if I stand up rn I would get knocked out. 

Race goes over to Davey and turns his hat sideways

when everyone’s clearing the chairs and tables at the end Race yelled “‘Ey Specs!” and pointed to a chair and Specs replied “The numbers over I can do what I want!” and I just thought that fourth wall break was funny 

Letter From the Refuge

“Cause so far they ain’t brung us no food” there was particularly loud laughter from Woodside so Crutchie turned towards them and said “heh, thanks,” then wrote down “ha. ha.”

Mike sleeping with his head in Jojo’s lap

Specs comes to take the letter from Crutchie and then Mike helps Crutchie off stage (he falls on his way off and has a coughing fit why does Matthew insist on destroying me)

Watch What happens (Reprise)

Davey is so bouncy and so much looser and just like you can really tell he has been fully accepted into the newsies inner circle it’s so cute I love it so much oh my god

“there’s no escaping us pal! we. are.” punches air “inevitable!”

when Davey tells everyone that Jack’s painting is of Santa Fe Jack looks like he doesn’t want Davey to tell anyone which I think is really interesting. Like Jack has almost reserved this dream of Santa Fe to those closest and he doesn’t want anyone else getting too close?? idk it was just a really interesting look 

Bottom Line (Reprise)

Pulitzer’s “Sit” isn’t directed towards Katherine and instead is directed towards Snyder, Katherine actually runs off behind the scaffolding and watches the scene unfold while she’s hidden away

JACK IS SO COCKY I LOVE HIM

*sing songy* “He’s asked to see you” with funky lil’ finger pointing

Jack dusting off Pulitzers steps to sit down

“And if they know me. THEY KNOW I DON’T CARE!!!! MARK MY WORDS BOY” like I said,,,,, Pulitzer is very scary.

Brooklyn’s Here/Strike Rally

BROOKLYN GIRLSIESSS!!!!

I love them so much

when Davey goes up to speak after everyone’s chanting for Jack he gulps and looks around and says “ohmygod” quietly to himself and lets out a little nervous laugh as he realizes how many boys are staring at him

As Jack tries to persuade the newsies to disband the union Davey tries to stop him multiple times “Jack please- Jack. Stop-” and while everyone gets mad at Jack, Davey is almost trying to defend him and talk him out of it. that is until Jack pushes Les to the floor and Davey grabs him, turning Jack around by the shoulder “What are you doing Jack??” and points at Les on the ground before helping him up and running off away from Jack

Mack holds Spot back from probably killing Jack

The rest of the show because I don’t have enough notes to separate by song at this point

Jack and Katherine’s hug during something to believe in enough to make me start shipping Jatherine

During once and for all Katherine and Jack hold hands and Jack puts a hand on Davey’s shoulder while they sing the first little part and at one point Jack grabs Davey’s arm and pulls him in but on the last performance Michael missed Ryan’s arm completely and instead succeeded in pulling him in by the waist (the Javey shipper in me was screaming)

when they’re throwing the banners to each other Romeo fumbled and almost dropped a stack and when I tell you I nearly had a heart attack watching him try to keep it going 

“These kids put out a pretty good paper!” Hannah goes over to Pulitzer and see’s he’s not impressed so quickly changes route to hide by Bunsen 

“Guys like Joe don’t talk to nobodies like us” they’re sitting on the desk together very close to each other jack has an arm around Davey and Davey tilts his head and gives Pulitzer the sweetest smile

When jack shakes hands with Roosevelt Davey’s eyes go wide and he puffs up his cheeks, restraining himself from rushing over but when Jack turns around he runs up and Jack has to push him back a little as they both try to act normal 

“Oh please your highness!” small group of newsies at the front of the stage giggle to each other

“What’s Santa Fe got that New York Ain’t? Sandstorms?”

a small interaction I loved was at the end while Katherine and Jack are talking about Jack’s next plans: Crutchie, Davey and Les are all reading a newspaper together and they all look so confused, pointing at a certain article and talking amongst themselves trying to figure out what it means. Crutchie’s holding the paper too high so Les stands on his tip toes to see it which prompts Crutchie to tilt it down for him

Katherine gets a newsies cap!

[astercontrol]

I legitimately wonder who the target audience for TR3N is even supposed to be. It's clear the Tron franchise doesn't have much in the way of mainstream appeal. And none of the actors or narrative elements of the previous films are going to be featured. So, why is Disney bankrolling this thing? Did they just get sick of Leto pestering them and finally agreed to green light the film just to shut him up?

Yeah all of this. I honestly don't know.

I have long ago given up on trying to understand the choices of any large system of human actions (corporation, government, religion, political party, but ESPECIALLY corporation) as if it were a rational entity making choices like a person.

many batshit conspiracy theories stem from sheer desperation to understand just WHY these conglomerate entities choose to do things that, as far as we can see... benefit almost nobody... and don't even benefit the group as a whole, in the long term

but I think their choices are better understood as chaotic clusters of individual choices within them.

a scattered handful of individuals, in a few scattered, momentary, significant positions of power to make choices, each individually make the choice that benefits... them, personally.

their choices add up to... the Entity, as a whole, taking a direction that looks like... utter nonsense, from every perspective imaginable.

It's as if each cell in your body suddenly shifted to the course of action that... could lead to the longest lifespan for it, as an individual cell

many cells would outlive their individual life expectancy, by days or hours or minutes.

But the body as a whole, and every cell in it eventually, would die far too soon

and no one would ask why the body chose to do this. Because, clearly, it had no choice.

...that was much more serious analysis than you probably wanted. But it is 3 am and I have been in solitary covid confinement for a week and my filters for what I will post online are thinning dangerously, like a veil between this and some even more horrible world

tl;dr the actions of large groups of humans are chaos. but especially those who make up something like fucking Disney

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Saiyan Squad AU (part 1) ⭐️

The Saiyan homeworld is Sadala (because Planet Vegeta is ridiculous), but its capital city is Vegeta, where, of course, the royal family resides. Sadala itself is a conglomerate of Australia, Asia, and Africa and the Saiyans are a mishmash akin to the Spartans, Celts, Aztecs, and Mongols. Sadala is pretty much like a space version of Australia: it’s a chaotic death trap from its climate and wildlife to its inhabitants. The Saiyans are made up of clans and have a feudal system, but they all serve the one ruling monarch.

Saiyans act as mercenaries and hunters. Like Predator, they are best known for traveling galaxies to find worthy opponents to fight. They’re feared and reviled as a race of barbaric savages.

They also look more animalistic: they have pointed ears, sharper teeth, claws, and some fur on their bodies.

Saiyans have had a feud with the Cold Empire for a very long time. At one point, they were allied together but the Cold Empire looked down at the Saiyans and began to subjugate them, so the Saiyans started resisting which led to all out war. When Frieza came to power, he amped up the war. He killed King Vegeta III but spared his young son, Vegeta III, to make the boy his puppet king/child hostage.

The city of Vegeta’s center is where the royalty live, while its outskirts is made up of the slums the third class inhabit. This is where Raditz and Kakarot are born and live with their parents Gine and Bardock. Gine serves as a cook to the troops and the residents while Bardock is a captain of his own troop. Gine and Bardock both teach the boys about hunting but Bardock is mostly in charge of their combat training. The boys start their formal training at five-years-old and are put in the same unit as young king Vegeta.

Raditz is the atypical rough and crass Saiyan boy, but Kakarot is another story. He inherited Gine’s kind heart and good nature, making him seem as weak by most Saiyans. He’s unfortunately treated as an outcast and subjected to bullying from his peers. However, he’s passionate and hard-working and wants to become a great and strong warrior, like his big brother and dad, so he’s committed to training hard. It pays off and he makes enough progress so that when his father Bardock talks with the higher-ups he’s able to convince them to put Kakarot on the same unit as Raditz and Vegeta under Nappa, Vegeta’s guardian.

The Saiyan-Frieza feud reaches its turn years later, when Vegeta approaches age fifteen. By then, he’s old enough by law to rule on his own and he’s determined to break free from Frieza’s grasp. As Vegeta begins to secure his independence and throne and wiggle free, Frieza has become fed up with the Saiyans and sees them as a genuine threat. The final nail in the coffin is when he and his men consult the Kanassans on the future of Frieza’s reign. A Kanassan oracle foretells that Frieza will meet his end at the hands of a golden warrior, presumed to be the legendary Super Saiyan. Frieza straight away comes up with a diabolical plan.

To everyone’s surprise, Frieza not only agrees to Vegeta ruling independently, he also agrees to signing a truce with the Saiyans and ending the bad blood for good. In celebration, a formal coronation is held for Vegeta along with ecstatic festivities all over Sadala. Every Saiyan is recalled back to homeworld for the momentous occasion. However, Bardock and his troop stumble upon Frieza’s real plan: to get all the Saiyans together in one place, make them vulnerable, and destroy them all along with their planet altogether. Bardock’s team is attacked and killed to quiet them but Bardock survives and despite being wounded he races to tell everyone and save his family.

Bardock barely makes it back in time. Just as he’s warning the others, Frieza’s soldiers attack and Frieza himself forms a Death Ball to strike at Sadala. Saiyans desperately try to fight back and escape, but many are killed by Frieza soldiers and many more as the Death Ball collides and the planet begins to destruct. Bardock fights on while trying desperately to find his family.

During Sadala’s destruction, Gine and teenaged Raditz and ten-year-old Kakarot manage to find a pod, but it can only fit two of them. Gine makes the boys get in and go without her, assuring it will all be fine (she knows she’s probably not going to make it, but at least her children will be safe). Sadala finally explodes into oblivion just as Raditz & Kakarot make it to safety. Bardock barely makes it out in time. Gine doesn’t make it.

The Saiyans are thusly reduced to the brink of extinction as only a few thousand remain. Surviving Saiyans flee to a desolated planet to recover. This includes Vegeta, Nappa, Raditz, Kakarot, and Bardock (who barely made it out in time). Because of his wounds, Bardock is put in a comatose state in a healing tank for a few days.

In spite of the loss of Sadala and the majority of the Saiyans, Vegeta swears revenge on Frieza. All remaining Saiyans are ordered to group up and spread out across the galaxies. The war against the Frieza Empire is to continue by any means necessary. Saiyans resort to whipping up secret settlements on planets and fighting back via piracy and guerrilla warfare. The endgame is to tear down Frieza’s empire brick by brick and, ultimately, kill Frieza himself.

Vegeta calls on Raditz and Kakarot to join him and Nappa on his quest to hunt and kill Frieza. Vegeta initially doesn’t want to include Kakarot, whom he deems a liability, but acquiesces.

Frieza puts out a bounty on each and every remaining Saiyan, most of all on the “so-called King of Saiyans” Vegeta.

And so, the Vegeta Force moves out. But they become known as the “Saiyan Squad”. Vegeta and Raditz don’t like it, but Kakarot thinks it’s a cool name.

[tf2-oneshots]

heavymedic awkward confession please? with a side of first kiss and lots of fluff pretty please 🥺

Oooh i love them!

Warning: none

Rating: General

Breakfast at the base, especially during ceasefires, were as chaotic as can be. Nine men trying to squeeze around each other to grab milk cartons, toast, and fight over who gets to use the good pan first. It’s no help that the stove only holds eight burners, and today, everyone wants to cook at the exact same time.

“Stop shoving me! I gotta make my food right.” Scout huffs when Medic bumped into him for the third time. His eyes are locked on the three pancakes sitting in the pan. Never the best at knowing when to flip them, he’s making it his mission to get them perfect.

“I wouldn’t if I could. Pyro, you’re going to set off the fire alarm again.” He looks down at the too hot pan of scrambled eggs, popping from air bubbles every few seconds. Pyro muffles an annoyed complaint, stirring their food as smoke rises.

“Doktor, give Heavy bowl.” At the center of the conglomeration is the Russian attempting to finish his porridge. Although the strongest, the man was being hit in every direction by his coworkers. The continuous bumps nearly spilled Heavy’s raisins into Engineer’s sausage gravy.

Medic leans over to Sniper to reach, but right as he does so, the Aussie jumps back with a shout. His strips of bacon sizzled out of control, burning him with hot grease. The motion knocks Medic against Demo, who had just taken a pot of beans off the stove.

“Watch it!” The Scotsman swerves his scalding food away from the open flame only to crash into Spy. She screams, both in pain and disgust as hot beans spill onto her suit. The pot clatters to the floor, sending Spy backwards into Engineer.

He drops a jar of honey for her crepe right into the Texan’s biscuits and gravy, splashing said gravy onto several of the men. Medic tries to dodge only to slip on the bean covered floor. The doctor reaches out, grasping at whatever he can to not fall face first into multiple pans of food and fire.

“Ah!!” Two steps forward, and his face crashes into Heavy’s. Their lips press flat together, leaving the men stunned as the smoke alarm sounds. As Medic straightens himself, he realizes he never grabbed Heavy that bowl he needed.

“Uh…aheh, sorry…” Behind them, Scout drops several dishes as he hits the floor. He groans, sneakers coated in beans as Engineer fights the fire starting on the stovetop. Pyro merely cheers, completely unscathed as she enjoys her meal.

“Is okay…we should sit in living room.” The two leave the chaotic kitchen for the quieter space adjacent to it. They sit on the same couch with just enough room between them to not be awkward. Of course, they weren’t sitting too close for the same reason. Medic clears his throat.

“Was it weird to be kissed by me?” A hesitant question. The German smooths his pants to occupy his hands. Why do they feel clammy? The room is much cooler than the kitchen, and its just them. Right, just them….

“No, Heavy feels…happy with Doktor. Would not be upset by kiss.” The Russian tries to word himself just right. In his mother tongue, he could speak for days on how he feels about Medic. Even the best of poems and novels would pale in comparison.

“I wouldn’t be upset by it either. Heavy, for sometime I have felt…close to you. Aheh, very close. More than anyone else.” Medic moves an inch to test the waters. His hand lays in between them, silently offering itself to the other. A second passes before Medic feels a larger palm lay atop his own

“Heavy feels the same. I…love you, Doktor.” Love. That’s the right word. Heavy knew each version by heart in Russian. The passionate, the hesitant, the carnal, and many other ways to say the one word in English. If he’s certain of anything, its that this love is the romantic kind. The one he’s desired for years.

“Misha, I love you too. Oh, I feel like a schoolboy.” Medic covers his face to giggle. It’s as if he’s a child with his first crush confessing to him! The doctor squeezes Heavy’s hand softly and leans in.

“May we kiss again?” Eyes closed and lips puckered, Medic sat in wait. The couch creaks slightly, dipping beneath the shift atop it. Heavy brings Medic in close, kissing him on the lips. The world drowns out as they bring each other in close. Yeah, this is what romantic love feels like.

Hope you enjoyed this!! I love these two -H

[mstrickster]

How do you think Christmas with the batfamily would be/look?

And to add to that: Would every member be there willingly or would there be threats from certain people that there were no other choice, other than attending?

In a word: Chaotic

So, if Bruce was in one of his "World's Okayist Father" storylines, I feel like most of the kids would come around with only minimal complaining.

However, if he is in his bitch boy phase I can only see them coming if Alfred requested it. Even then, I don't think Alfred would choose to put anyone through that. If he did, I doubt anyone besides maybe Damian and Cass would show up. That is a big maybe, though, because Dick and Steph would have concerns about that. So, they might step in. Dick would offer a meet up without Bruce at a nice restaurant. Nothing too fancy, but still nice. That way all the kids could see Alfred without having to deal with Bruce.

Honestly, though, I prefer decent father Bruce Wayne, so I would like to think it'd be more the latter. Also, given the batkids, it wouldn't be just them but any friends or lovers they have as well. Like the house would be loud. Bruce would pretend to dislike it at first, but he loves it.

I could see Bruce trying to give thoughtful gifts instead of just expensive ones. One year, he even tries his hand at crafting. It did not turn out well. He might have hot glue gunned his hand about 5 times. However, the kids appreciated the gifts. They are hung up in the older kids' homes, despite them telling everyone that they probably threw them out.

Also, because it's the batfam, everyone gets an "assignment" every year. Like Jason helps with cookies and Christmas dinner. (He and Cullen are the only ones granted kitchen privileges.) Selina, Dames, Duke, Cass, Tim, and Steph help decorate the house. Harper, Lucius, Luke, and Dick wrap presents. Barbara is Grand Central Station of sorts and sets up lists of everything needed. As well as best times to get things. Kate and Bruce get the tree. Cullen makes the best hot chocolate, so he helps in the kitchen. And everyone gets together to decorate the tree.

Also, they always hold a party at the house. Well technically two, one is a gala for Wayne Enterprise and all it's conglomerates.

The other is a huge party for the family and all their friends. It is the one time Bruce doesn't mind having other supers in his city. Also, most criminals aren't stupid enough to pull anything on that day. Someone did try once and was met with all of the Justice League, Teen Titans, Young Justice, The Outlaws, etc.

[queenretcon]

Please elaborate on the bea/ted booster/tora parallels

I feel like I yell about this all the time but I guess it’s actually been a minute. basically blue & gold and fire & ice aren’t carbon copies of each other but they are seemingly very intentionally paralleled relationships in JLI, they evolve at the same time pretty organically, and it just kind of seems like the team liked writing that dynamic so much they did it twice.

I think a lot of modern writing depicts Ted as the weary voice of reason pulled along by Booster but that is nooooooot the dynamic that exists in JLI. Which I think leads people to kind of view ted & tora as ‘the nice blue ones’ and booster & bea as the ‘the chaotic idiots’ which I think overlooks the narrative parallelism happening in two of my favorite JLI friendships

Ted & Bea are both very much the motion machine in their dynamic duos. Even when Booster and Tora are on board, in JLI it’s Ted and Bea’s big ideas that initially drag them into trouble. Ted wants money; Bea wants fame; they’re both willing to risk danger, unemployment, and humiliation to get it. They’re also both a lot less concerned with the emotions of others than their counterparts which leads to Tora & Booster having to follow along and clean up some of Bea & Ted’s messes.

Tora and Booster aren’t usually the ones pushing Bea and Ted into adventures, but they’re often the one who keeps things going. That’s often socially—Toras “good with difficult personalities” and we literally meet Booster in BG #1 in the middle of talking his way into a better payout for his movie—but there’s also plenty of times tora and boosters powers save the day or the narrative just values their ability to see the situation more clearly than their visionary counterparts blinded by big dreams. They’re also the two to “leave” with Booster literally leaving the team to go with Claire & the Conglomerate and around the same time, Toras page time becoming less focused on F & I stories and more focused on her relationship with Guy.

That period is also where we see Ted & Bea’s friendship given new focus since they become the default hijinx duo. I think it does Bea a disservice to put her into the ‘voice of reason’ role that belonged to Booster, but I still love these Motherfuckers as a duo so much oh my god. They’re such opposites on the surface but such similar people underneath, and how much they mutually annoy the fuck out of each other is so dear to me. They also keep being parallels throughout the 90s imo even past their friendship breakup that makes me so very very sad.

Tora & Booster are also dear to me. They’re just NICE to each other which is a contrast to JLIs many ‘I love you but you suck’ dynamics. I’ve talked about before how Booster and Tora meet at a time where she’s left behind her older brother and he’s just lost his younger sister, and I think their relationship works viewing it through the lens that they’re both looking for the same kind of brother-sister dynamic they’ve just lost.

I don’t have some grand wrap up here other than that Bea & Ted and Booster & Tora’s friendships are some of my favorites across the whole team, and I love any scraps DC will throw me since they aren’t getting focus anymore.

[somethingclevermahogony]

Can't remember if I've asked you yet (I have the memory of a goldfish) but it's STS time!

What's the solar system like in your setting? Anything funky? If not, do people have any cool myths about constellations or celestial bodies?

Have a wonderful day <3

This is going to be a long post, sorry about that. A lot of this is information from way back when I first created this blog, though the information has been updated.

This is an explanation for the Creation, Cosmology, and some of the Races of my WIP. Lots of Worldbuilding nonsense if that's what y'all like.

Ask questions, if y'all want!

The Universe of the Testaments

Pictured Above: An Approximation of the Solar System of Kobani. Kobani is signified by the Green dot. Note that this is by no means at scale and the 5 planets of the solar system should have far wider orbits and should be far smaller in comparison to the central star.

Understanding the Cosmological makeup and function of the universe in which Kobani resides requires that one first understand the magical and divine aspects of the universe and its ultimate creation. For the purposes of this post I will be using the terms used in the Kishic faith to describe the mechanics of the universe.

Most of what humans know about the greater universe and its magical elements come from the testimony of spirits and other ancient beings including the Dragon, Ilhumba, The Storyteller. (I will probably give more details about Ilhumba in a later post, suffice to say that Ilhumba is responsible for many of the myths and religions of Kobani but also for most of the terrible things) 

Continues below the cut!

The River of Creation, The First Ones, and The Heavenly Gods

The Universe (in truth a conglomeration of distinct dimensions/mini-universes clustered around a singular point) exists within a torrent of cosmic creation, The River of Creation.

The River, known by the people of Kishetal as the Shobiash, has always flowed through the Endless Void that is the Chaotic Nothing, its source and its end, if they exist, are only be known by those beings who wander its far shores. The greatest of them are Law and End, who oversee that which is, that which will be, and that which must be. 

The River is all, it is existence, matter, energy, and time. All mortal things are born from the River, and all mortal things one day return to it. Worlds, universes, pantheons, they have emerged and sunk back into the golden eddies. The current universe, that of Kobani and the other celestial spheres emerged in the same way and will, in time, return. There are countless universes doting and permeating the River. The Universe of the Testament can be considered just one of these universes, a fragile island in the torrent.

The separation of the Testament Universe into distinct dimensions was instrumented by the first set of "Gods" to emerge from the cosmic current and inhabit that particular universe. They constructed and shaped these dimensions around a singularity, which allowed for these places to be connected while also existing in their own space and time. There are 13 distinct dimensions, each with their own countless stars, planets, etc.

These First Gods would then return to their River, their fate unknown, whether they merely melted back into the current or journeyed to a different universe. What is known is that, they left in their wake offspring, beings born of a mixture of the Cosmic chaos and Universal "Scraps." These would become the Heavenly Gods.

The Heavenly Gods are the arbiters and keepers of order and natural law, most notably the Awakened cycle of reincarnation and the proliferation of life on the mortal and spiritual worlds (this will be explained further below). Gods cannot die except by their essence being forcibly returned to the Great River or with the ending of the Universe. The appearance and even number of gods are in constant flux as a god, through choice or circumstance, may split into multiple entities or else recombine into a greater entity. However, their essence and soul are static. As an example, a god such as Fepacha may simultaneously be seven beings while still being of one essence and soul. This is part of why so many gods appear in various religions across Kobani.

The sheer magical energy which radiates from these beings when in their whole forms is intensely powerful; most of the lingering “wild magic” in Kobani is the result of multiple gods visiting the planet while in their whole forms. As a result, the gods rarely venture outside of their spheres and take little interest in the matters of mortals, with a few exceptions.

The Gods inhabit the singularity, and domain which lies within it, which is itself shrouded by the central star or sun of these dimensions and their solar systems. Thus the gods of Kobani in some sense reside within the sun.

The Awakened Cycle of Reincarnation

The Awakened is a term used to refer to the five races which stem from a singular primitive species which developed and evolved naturally on Kobani. Similar occurrences happened in the other worlds as well. These primitive beings were exposed to powerful magic by the gods and, in addition, were given mortal souls that could not only continue the process of reincarnation through the mortal worlds as all living things do, but could now permit for the soul to ascend out of the mortal worlds, with soul or 'het', being reincarnated a number of times before coming to inhabit the world of the gods. It is not entirely clear why the gods created the awakened races, though it is believed that mortals in time come to serve the gods with the collective experience of several lifetimes. How many lives a het will experience before this time varies, though typically a soul will reincarnate at least 7 times, thus explaining Kishic mythology.

The Awakened Races of Kobani

(Any of the groups below which is exposed to and drastically changed by magic is referred to a forestfolk, though most typically the term forestfolk is referencing groups descended from magically altered humans.)

Humans: The most populous of the awakened, incapable of using magic themselves but capable of communication with spirits. Humans are also unique in their ability to produce offspring with spirits which are known as Spiritbloods, or more inaccurately Demigods. Those humans which can communicate with spirits naturally and use channel spirit magic are known as sages and seers.

Giants: Massive humanoid beings, like humans, they are incapable of using magic themselves; however, much like a Spiritblood, their physical form is supported by magic, allowing for their bodies to reach massive sizes without the biological or physical limits and drawbacks which should affect them. After the Calamity, giants are rare and much reduced in size, though they are still far larger than the typical human. Giants are never born as sages, and are typically unable to commune with spirits except via the use of magical potions and herbs.

The Hillfolk: Small fur-covered beings naturally capable of minor magic (true magic, not sagecraft). The Hillfolk were once a numerous nomadic race that roamed Kobani, but their numbers were greatly reduced by human oppression and then the Calamity. A few small bands still exist, but they are typically confused for forestfolk.

The Stonefolk: About human-sized but broader with larger eyes and powerful arms, well suited to their preferred underground environment. The stonefolk were the only group that regularly interbred with humans, and indeed they were eventually bred out of existence. All modern humans of Kobani have some stonefolk ancestry, as a result the humans of the post-calamity era are typically shorter and broader than their ancient counterparts.

The Forest Tenders: Slender and tall green-skinned beings. The Forest Tenders, as their name suggests, preferred the forest and often dedicated themselves to its care. Though the most magically capable race, their child-like intellect and emotional capacity largely limited the Forest Tenders from expanding past their groves and forests. The Forest Tenders were annihilated by humans and stonefolk prior to the Calamity and are now extinct.

Note that these examples are just on Kobani, each world has their own array of awakened races, and some may only have one. Some dimensions may have multiple worlds containing awakened species. Not all planets inhabited by Awakened peoples are in the same solar systems as the Singularity, though most, like Kobani, are. A mortal does not need to reincarnate into the same species so long as it is sapient, and except for in rare occasions when the soul is reincarnated on the same world, they won't.

 Unlike the Unawakened, these new beings, the Awakened, would retain their memories and experiences as they reincarnated. However, such memories would become dormant until reaching the worlds of the Gods, where a soul would then become the amalgamation of all of its past lives and experiences.

The exception, it seems, comes from the judgment given by the Deity of Death. If a lifetime is considered wicked or undeserving, or if the soul wishes to forget that lifetime, they could be born again in the same world as the previous life, with their past experiences in that world vanishing from their collective soul. Upon a being’s death and after being judged, the soul is transported to the next world in the cycle and given new life. As a result, a sudden increase in deaths in one world will inevitably lead to a burst in new births in the other worlds.

As such certain actions, such as the destruction of souls by humans before the Calamity, can have drastic effects on other worlds, and indeed a single war or similar event may have rippling effects through all of the mortal worlds. 

Not all souls will follow the same path or go through worlds in the same order. While the people of Kishetal believe that souls are first born or created on Kobani, this is not necessarily true and a soul may begin its journey on any of the four mortal worlds.

Animals and plants may only reincarnate within the mortal worlds. Should a spirit be killed it will reincarnate on the world on which they were first created and may then travel to other worlds via the singularity or through various other tears and bends in the dimensions. Unlike mortal beings, a spirit will retain its personality and most of its memories upon reincarnation. A spirit cannot reincarnate into a mortal and a mortal can not become a spirit. There are certain worlds which lack sentient species but do contain spirits. Stories of these worlds from spirits, is the origin of the Kishic concept of the "spirit world(s)."

Spiritbloods, though the product of hybridization with humans and spirits, reincarnate in the same way as normal mortals, and a spiritblood does not need to reincarnate as a spiritblood.

The Cosmology of the Solar System of Kobani: Myth and Reality

Pictured Above: The Kishic Conception of the Cycle of Reincarnation. Green planets in the outer ring are the mortal worlds, blue planets in the middle ring are spirit worlds, and the golden planets alongside the star, Re, are the worlds of the Gods.

The people of most of Kobani’s cultures are under the impression that the other worlds all exist in the same solar system, though of course this is not actually the case.

The Kishic conception of the solar system

It is a common belief in Kishetal that the solar system, which they believe holds all worlds in the cycle of reincarnation, consists of three Great Walls, which separate the disparate worlds from each other.

Devami: The Wall separating the First Realm; home of the four mortal worlds, Kobani, Sebani, Robani,and Mobani; from the rest of the universe. Note: Ko, Se, Ro, and Mo originate from an archaic form of Shabalic. Each refers to a time of day; Kosa: Morning, Sesa: Noon, Rosu: Evening, and Mosa: Night. These terms have largely fallen out of use in Kishetal and only exist in compound words. Bani is the Kishic word for world or planet. Ami originates from the Shabalic word for wall, Amiha. Dev comes from a Kishic word for other or foreigner.

Bisami: The Wall separating the First Realm from the Second or Spirit Realm, home to the 4 spirit worlds, Kobashi, Sebashi, Robashi, and Mobashi. Bashi originates from the Kishic word for spirit, babashi.

Shinami: The Wall separating the Second Realm from the Third Realm, Home of the Noble Gods and its four worlds, Kochani, Sechani, Rochani, and Mochani. Chani originates from the Shabalic word for god: Chan (Chani pl.) The Kishic equivalent to this is Kan (Kani pl.)

The Actual Solar System of Kobani

The Actual solar system of Kobani consists of 5 planets, each with its own satellites. The closest planet to the star, Re, and the smallest, is known by the people of Kishetal as Sebani; the second farthest planet is referred to as Robani; and the planet which lies beyond Kobani is called Mobani. There is a fifth planet and, beyond it, several dwarf planets that are unknown to the people of Kobani. Beyond that still is an extensive asteroid belt. Kobani is largely protected from asteroids by the Unknown planet and Mobani, though there have been instances in Kobani’s ancient past where the planet has been struck. 

The Unknown planet and Mobani are both primarily formed from gasses, while the three interior planets are rocky. Kobani is the only planet in that solar system with life. Kobani’s satellite, known in Kishic as Son, is the largest moon in the solar system.

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If y'all have more questions about this big mess please ask!