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The sketerrrr… she has a full skin now..

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ᴛʜᴇ 1° ɪɴ ᴀꜱᴛʀᴏʟᴏɢʏ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ

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THE DEGREE IN THE SIGNS.

THE DEGREE IN THE PLANETS.

THE DEGREE IN THE HOUSES.

♱ the 1° is the first degree to belong to a sign, which is aries. this degree specifically means being in unity for something, being a singular, and individual and being the divine. it speaks of the possibilities that can be reached, taking control of the future and embracing changes, where you are innovative, in risk and doubtful. it is a degree of the universe and being a trendsetter.

THE 1° IN THE SIGNS

♱ 1° in aries - pioneers, trend-setters, dare-devils. they're willing to grab any opportunity they come across, they see the potential in themselves and everything along with other people. they're confident but can be very arrogant and even too violent/aggressive. they like to take the control of their lives, hate it when other people tell them what to do.

♱ 1° in taurus - divine beauty, can be stubborn to embrace changes, this could make them be considered as bratty people. could over-spend and are likely good at cooking, unique way of creating/embracing art. independency with money, possessive as well.

♱ 1° in gemini - can be very mean people, could make people do whatever they want. pretty hands and trendy people. though they might follow the crowd too much and be very anxious. intrusive thoughts and doing things impulsively, indicator of being popular online. beautiful siblings or children.

♱ 1° in cancer - protective over family, willing to do anything for them. a momager, or has one. sometimes can be lazy; could come from a well-off family or could make it happen for theirs. could be the first to move out or could move out really young. great mother, and doing something different to what family expected. emotional outbursts.

♱ 1° in leo - very arrogant and prideful people. known for something specific. can be very optimistic and wise. likes to be challenged, and challenges a lot of people, could change a lot, and has much passion for stuff, the type to make their passion into a job and can succeed.

♱ 1° in virgo - has many skills, being very competitive, can be honest people and very anxious. can achieve success in many ways/work-fields. sport/health oriented and can be religious. the type to realise their destiny is their own, and other people might find it hard to have the native with this degree listen to them. spiritual healing is important.

♱ 1° in libra - dresses like a goddess, like to be spoiled. generous and gentle, likes to please people and be liked by others. a popular person in their friendship group, popular in general. likes to feel like they belong into a friendship group. learning how to be dependent on themselves.

♱ 1° in scorpio - generous. could lead or join a cult, a magician, a survivor, being a successful person, wealthy. other people might copy them a lot. they inspire a lot of people. they're popular and magnetic. can be obsessed with wealth, the type to betray others over it.

♱ 1° in sagittarius - creative people, other people could look up to them. divine knowledge, can be very stubborn, active and direct. likes to be the centre of attention, could get in trouble a lot and can doubt beliefs, specifically systematic religion.

♱ 1° in capricorn - owning a company, very intelligent and clever. being a leader, the oldest relative/sibling. confident, might have authority doubt them and their beliefs. they oversee a lot of stuff, they could sometimes feel like they have the entire world on their shoulders.

♱ 1° in aquarius - innovative and unique people. popular people in their group, the face of a group. successful and wealthy people. intuitive/psychic people. known online or in a community. first to do stuff and having others follow their ideas. divine knowledge.

♱ 1° in pisces - very magical people. psychic dreams and divine energy, can be very insecure and doubtful. sacrifices a lot and strong ancestors/ancestry. believes in strong principles and morals, and can be people who can be lazy and care free.

THE 1° IN PLANETS

♇ 1° in sun - definitely being someone who gets much attention, and can be unsure with what they want to do in life, they inspire other people to creative. having divine aura and likely can have a respect father figure, or they're the person who is respected, can be given lots of opportunities. native can be explosive.

♇ 1° in moon - beautiful people. intuitive/psychic people. "divine woman" and divine wisdom. might follow the heart too much. can be explosive and has unpredictable feelings. beauty spots and having the need to belong to a tribe.

♇ 1° in mercury - very straight-forward people. can be excellent at marketing, and are popular people online if they try. can adapt to new situations easily and might have the habit of speaking over people, loud relatives and a clair. can be very articulate.

♇ 1° in venus - normally the one to initiate the first move. other people could want to copy their style or their beauty. likes to make money and be around friends. face of the beauty standard/conventional beauty, divine beauty but could get insecure easily. can do risky stuff related to beauty like botched surgery. likely to have envious friends. can imply of having a beautiful spouse.

♇ 1° in mars - explosive anger, likely to get into arguments with men/the same sex. very competitive and are likely to get into accidents, be careful with cars! though could have an infatuation with cars. "you only live once" attitude and can be very confident and controlling. can be aggressive as well, depending on the aspects. can imply having a beautiful husband.

♇ 1° in jupiter - very creative people, innovative and directors. could have a God-complex, could be worshipped or could worship others. can be someone with a strong belief/moral system. could have a high horse and can be someone who takes control of their lives. can make many possibilities for themselves and can be very direct.

♇ 1° in saturn - could like to be alone. leader of other people. owning a business. politicians/strong political views. struggle to believe in themselves and being someone who has controlling authority figures around them. can be one themselves; respected people.

♇ 1° in uranus - first to do something and could appear as other-worldly to other people, whether it be aura or features. something about them stands out. popular friendship group, unpredictable/doing stuff on the whim. psychic people. car racing, likely to embrace changes or bring them to other people.

♇ 1° in neptune - clairvoyant or has another clairy. always in their mind. maladaptive day-dreamer. doubts themselves a lot. beautiful person, can get walked over, can be someone who is one with the universe. can be unsure with how they look, very dreamy people.

♇ 1° in pluto - fiery person and mean. possessive and has a specific life path. always aiming for opportunities and can be someone who can be arrogant and conceited. stubborn to embrace changes but life is working hard for them to listen and go through stuff. much influence and popularity. could be prone to accidents.

♇ 1° in north node - very bright path. fame indicator. first to accomplish something. hot-headed. scars on the face and distinct features and can be someone who likes to be dominant. they see the potential of other people, the type to take on any path they want.

♇ 1° in black moon lilith - could be known for something specific, can be hated on. could surprise everyone by doing better than expected. slut-shamed and having dangerous beauty. Dark Goddess like beauty. vengeful and can be against authority. indicator of from rags to riches.

THE 1° IN THE HOUSES

♱ 1° in the first house - divine beauty, structured faces and prominent cheekbones. confident person, sees possibilities every where and can be an opportunist and innovative. they can be very head-strong as well. taking direction of their own lives.

♱ 1° in the second house - beauty indicator, always finding a way to make money. family-oriented, can adapt to different financial changes, nice/divine singing voices. great money-makers.

♱ 1° in the third house - main sibling/cousin, pretty relatives and pleasing or direct voices. might have a lot of siblings/cousins. might've had to change schools a lot. popular on the internet, nice nails ideas. but can be hesitant when it comes to do things. but can sometimes say whatever is on their mind.

♱ 1° in the fourth house - main family member. mother is top-dog or doubts herself. native could get embarrassed easily. religious/active family. supportive family and can sometimes be the black sheep family member. beautiful home, could be ancient or historic.

♱ 1° in the fifth house - performers. karmic children and love life. broadway or influencer. beautiful children and also someone who is generous and sympathetic. ego can get them into trouble, main child in the family, could be someone who wants everything.

♱ 1° in the sixth house - competitive people or has competitive enemies. can be someone who is spiritual/religious. can be a person who wants to make it, can be someone who is anxious. could doubt their own skills, might change workspaces a lot, loves/close to pets. could live a risky life or do a risky job.

♱ 1° in the seventh house - risky relationships. can be an insecure person. someone who gets hesitant with relationships, likely to believe in soul-mates. successful spouse and being someone who wears the pants in the relationship. could be obsessed with romance. can easily get partnerships, could like to feel like they belong somewhere.

♱ 1° in the eighth house - be careful with finances and drugs. could be obsessed with sex. can find out secrets/information about other people easily. can change their life around easily, could be protective over friendship groups, over themselves. could have religious psychosis; lucid dreams and shifting. likely to be in a cult.

♱ 1° in the ninth house - cult indicator. can be a leader or preacher for/to others. having adventures around the world and can teach people new information. parent might've been a priest and could be very spiritual and taking life in their own hands. could have unique opinions and can be someone who appreciates other religions ad cultures.

♱ 1° in the tenth house - having a career they want and not following what other people want them to do. ceo energy and competition in the work-space. much responsibilities and can be the face of a company or a product. any career can suit them, they're confident but needs to learn how to take the leap of faith.

♱ 1° in the eleventh house - internet famous. loved on the internet and can be people who are seen as a Goddess or teacher. can be seen as someone who starts new trends. unpredictable future, unsure of what to do. finds new way to make more money or friends. karmic/soulmate friends, but could be paranoid of them.

♱ 1° in the twelfth house - spiritual psychosis. anxious person. mind can be their own enemy or even fame. manifestors and feels like they have to teach or protect everyone. hesitant people. another indicator of shifting and lucid dream; can be a victim of bulling. expressive eyes. can stall a lot.

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𝗖𝗥𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗟𝗘 (II)

𝘀𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗠

pairing(s): jacaerys velaryon x targ!reader, aemond "one eye" targaryen x targ!reader (you are daemon and laena's firstborn)

synopsis: You arrive at Harrenhal seeking to reconcile with your father, only to find his disastrous decisions have caused chaos. The grief over your grandmother’s death casts a dark shadow, making any prospect of recovery seem bleak.

notes: daemon fr had to face some of his demons at riverrun lol. but on a side note, be aware this is much more story dense. cw: daemon being a bad dad:(

Daemon awoke to the dawn’s harsh light, his dreams of uniting the fractured memories already unraveling in the cold grip of reality. His morning was not one of renewal but of stark reminders: the promises broken, the alliances fraying, and the ever-looming threat of rebellion. As he stared out over the restless waters, the weight of his failures pressed down upon him, each wave taunting the unity he still sought but had yet to achieve.

His days became numbered and restless very quickly. The Rogue Prince’s patience falters as he stomps down Harrenhal’s halls, they are looming with light and motionless calmness. Dark Sister is strung by his side, clinging to his belt and waist. When will it end? What could possibly make his day any worse?

“Dragon!”

A distant envoy’s screech. Oh, he’s heard. Anyone who dared to come to Harrenhal would know of his prowess simply because Caraxes await them. No matter foe or friend, Daemon grips his Valyrian blade tightly before turning toward the Weirwood tree. Caraxes usually resided near the old tree, it was wide and unbound by anywhere else in the castle. Undoubtedly, he would sense his rider’s stride, gradually becoming anticipated hungry for battle.

Despite his commanding presence, he is stopped by a small servant who wobbles his feet uneasily. My prince! They holler when he does not mean to halt, ignoring the random babbles from the man’s mouth. “Lord Simon Strong requests your presence!” A feverish shiver as the servant trembles under the gaze of Daemon. King Consort to Queen Rhaenyra. Yet here, alone with his dragon, he should be considered King. 

“It seems we have company though,” The silver-haired swordsman blatantly takes no notice of the servant’s distress. It would be the least of Simon Strong’s problems if Daemon would deal with the unannounced dragon rider. But the castellan had a knack for appearing at the most inopportune moments. Should he leave now to deal with the foreign enemy, he wouldn’t have to meet with Lord Strong at all. The Rogue Prince had magnifying eyes. His lavender orbs pierced the man with intensity and undeclared rage. It felt suffocating to be looked under as the servant could only muster a feeble plea, hands scrambling together to keep his calm. 

“It- It is your daughter who was seen!” Your name was pronounced, oddly by the man’s tongue. It is you who he wishes for to soothe Daemon’s grievances. In response, the possible emergence of the prince’s benevolence could perspire. Still, it was unlikely that King Viserys' brother would abide simply because of his king's presence. For his daughter, the man could only anticipate so. “Her dragon resides on the other side of the Keep! And she wishes for an audience with you and Lord Strong…” 

Wonderful.

Perhaps, in the absence of the Black Council, he has grown irritated and longing for a sense of direction. He lacks it here clearly. No Riverlord would consider his commands even if they were put down to be eaten by Caraxes. This was how stubborn Southerners were. They are adamant to follow the old ways, never embracing the new. In turn, they’ve become grumpy old men and women.

You sure made a grand entrance which terrified most of the people in the castle. Daemon can only assume you came under Rhaenyra’s obligation. Why else? It has been days since he left Dragonstone without a word or raven. The Council must’ve spiraled into madness without their most skilled warrior by their table. A permanent scowl was on his face as Daemon treaded heavily to the Grand hall. His mind is blinded with thoughts, as his judgment deters. The swift clatter of the double doors being pushed and bouncing as they close is unmistakable.

An unpleasant frown was on the face of Daemon as he entered unprecedentedly. “What are you doing here?” You did not move from your position, bizarrely calm, and in doing so sat on the edge of one of the chairs accompanied by Lord Strong. The castellan himself is seated beside you, with his usual robes and heavy garments. Pure vexation was what you heard from Daemon’s accent. Whether it was directed at you or Lord Strong, both of you felt the underlying intensity a man of the Rogue prince’s caliber can do. 

You rise, with a grim expression. “I came here to help you,” Now Daemon sees it. Your expression was hardened by the stoic frown and concentrated stare. It was like staring into the eyes of a viper. Alluring and dangerous as it was, Daemon rarely witnessed this side of you. It is plain how distinct you are from your sisters, Baela and Rhaena. You were all of the blood of the dragon, yet it was your heart and soul that resembled the Rogue Prince’s ambitious nature. 

“Harrenhal has been handled,” He scoffs, advancing in the manner reminiscent of an irritated cat. The rhythm of his steps was concise and slow like he would approach a troubled animal.  

“Then why has it taken you so long to return home?” You snap, and the lines of your disappointed pout are apparent now. Indeed was the harsh blaze of daylight that hit your face perfectly. It accentuates your bright-hued view, fondly. Knowing the gods, they have blessed you with a burning spirit and charm. Your coin has flipped long ago. And Daemon sees for the first time what will become of your destiny. “Have you not heard? Rhaenys died at the battle of Rook’s Rest against Cole’s army!”

Daemon believes you would become mad if you hadn’t left Dragonstone. Grasping your inherent qualities, a death such as Rhaenys would devastate you. And it has, for how much time has passed since the Battle of Rook’s Rest he had no idea, but confirmed that you came here out of your own volition. What you intend to do is something he hasn’t foreseen yet. 

A deafening silence passes when your father says nothing in response to your anger. But then he says, “She did what had to be done.” A soft-spoken retribution on Daemon’s part. His gaze follows your shallow breath when you sniffle laboriously. A prominent shine is transparent on top of your eyes. You did your best to stay restrained in front of your father. Your appearance brought bitter news along with an imprinted image of his daughter’s unfortunate disintegration. 

Seemingly his words struck a chord in you. “And what have you done?” Sneering, you disregard the ache in your chest to pursue your father further of his drawn-out disappearance. More than ever, you needed him. You needed Daemon, your father there to comfort you. Especially then when victory is forfeited in the worst-case scenario. You weren’t there. And you felt even more compelled to define every mistake he has made. The murder, the destruction, and the divide. “Nothing!”

“Mind your tongue,” He snaps when Daemon is suddenly provoked by your words of spite. 

Your head shifts, intimidatingly. “No! Because while you ransacked innocents with the Southern lords, Rhaenys fled and defended a lord at our council!” You clenched your fisted hands, restraining your further temper. “It’s barbaric.”

“Well we need to be ruthless to win a war, don’t we?” Daemon guffs, his hand landing in the familiar space where his Vaylrian blade was. It was his way to warn you. To dominate and show you he is superior despite your lineage. “You are a child. What do you know of war? I presume nothing because your actions have demonstrated ignorance and naivety.” 

“I’m not a child!”

“Yes, you are!” Your father authoritatively steps forward and merely breathes away from your own. “You are naive and weak like one! You lash out when you see fit and choose to lament when the lords have something else to give you!” Word by word, and piece by piece, you can feel your heart shatter. You’re silent, unable to mumble another word to your father, afraid and rectified by his brutal dispute. You are young but the blood of the dragon ran thick. You were just like your father when he wanted to please and grab his brother’s attention. You were desperate to find the comforts of him yet found yourself left abandoned and cast off. 

The tears you had been holding were free now. An overwhelming amount flooded your vision as you dared not to turn away from your father’s relentless gaze. Even though he knew, his words were harsh and sharp. Under further silence, Daemon notices the tremble of your lips and puffed cheeks. His heart crumbles with guilt but he does not so much as return an apologetic gesture. 

Perhaps in your distorted view, you did catch his slight hesitation. Nevertheless, you paid no heed and dashed out of the room before the guards could open the doors. The absence of your presence left a regretful mark on Daemon’s chest as he dismissed Lord Strong’s pleas entirely.

And not far from the Weirwood, a sound resembling Sheepstealer’s cry can be heard.

No defiance was left unchecked in your family. You figured this out long before you left Pentos with a heavy heart. When your mother was alive, she and your father were avid parents. Happy and easily pleased with their three daughters. You could not remember when your relationship faltered as badly as now. Disobedience was something foreign as the consequence of your peaceful time in the East. On the contrary, you were more distant with your sisters and father than ever before. You spoke less as the days passed. Barely offering a fleeting look of solace, that not even your father could reassure. 

For the rest of your time, you became oddly acquitted with Lord Strong and his men. He was a timid character but all of most, welcoming of your presence and cooperation. Much contrast to the Rogue Prince, you were at least willing to seek out the other lords of the River lands and speak on reasonable terms. 

“I do appreciate your service, Princess,” The castellan meekly grins as the two of you stroll in unison to the ancient Weirwood tree. A magnificent monument and staple of the castle of Harrenhal you had heard. For generations, the tree had spouted its roots deeply into the defiled castle like a parasite, relying on its nutrients to stay alive. You acknowledged how important the old ways were with the old folk and Southern houses. It was their way of living and for many was what they relied on during these times of turmoil. “Much was needed after your father’s arrival, I’m afraid. I wasn’t sure if sending a raven to the Queen would’ve been necessary.”

A grim sigh escaped your breath. “I’m glad to be of service, Lord Strong. I’m sure after today, we can put all this behind us.” A passive promise, as you weren’t sure if the River Houses would be willing to listen to you. Surely the daughter of the King consort’s would bring attention to some. However, Daemon’s actions as of late became a domino effect in causing distrust and provocation with the lords. 

“I do hope so,” Lord Strong’s feeble words meant nothing to you. The eerie entrance of the garden itself was dreary and dry. Dead leaves scattered all across the floors. Empty and broken carts of nothing were laid to be disregarded. And in the far center, was the Weirwood tree, standing tall and glum. It was the most spectacular sight you had seen since arriving at Harrenhal. Its luscious red leaves were full of life and blood. The many faces on the tree, each resembling a different person with a different story. Out of everything, it was the only thing that gave you security and clarity.

The Weirwood tree itself was essential to many people of Westeros. Whether they worshiped the old gods or new, it stood as a staple, to allow empathy for those who know they are watching. And you knew the gods were watching you. 

In front of the majestic timber, was a young boy. Most likely close to the age of Lucerys if you had imagined. He was a meek and wide-eyed little thing. Wearing the sigil of House Tully, he carried those prominent features a Tully should have. Red curly hair and honest blue eyes. 

“Princess,” The boy welcomes, stepping forward, timidly. He utters your name in respect and soft admiration. “Welcome to the Riverlands, I am Oscar Tully, heir and lord of House Tully.”

You halt before glancing behind at Lord Strong with a soothing nod. The castellan takes it valiantly, returning with a tender smile. He returns to close the doors before walking back inside the castle. Both you and the Tully boy stood alone outside with the winds and distant tides now. 

“The pleasure is mine, Lord Tully,” You say, attempting your best to appeal more invitingly. More pleasant and sincere at his hospitality. The strained guilt you feel for the destruction constructed by Daemon makes your chest heave heavily. It was not your doing but you regardless were remorseful for the chaos the Southerners must have endured. “Never in my lifetime was I blessed to visit the River lands. And now that I’m here, it’s obvious that Harrenhal was never my first choice.”

The boy laughs. “Yes, well Harrenhal certainly has that kind of reputation,” Oscar smiles cheekily as though relieved and infatuated at your calmer personality and aid. He was ignorant to believe you would be like your father. Of course, the resemblance was uncanny. However luckily, you did not pout and have a commanding tone with your words. Rather you were calm and docile like a majestic wolf from the North. Oscar cannot seem to pinpoint it but there is a magnetic ease he feels when you gaze at him with your keen eyes. “But on other matters, I hope you’re aware of the certain situations with the Riverland army?”

“Of course,” An exaggerated groan as you crossed your hands behind your back to cruise around the abandoned garden. The leather black boots you wore gave you easy access away from the mud and dirt. You neared closer to the heir of House Tully. “Has my father considered instating the terms you have given to him?”

Knowing Daemon, an apology was out of the question. He was a man of action. The Rogue Prince demonstrated as much when he burned some of the Bracken men for not bending their knees. The least he can do is force his hand and then have to negotiate with them with reasonable terms. Though your father has always been a difficult man. 

A delayed cough comes from the boy. “I’m not afraid not, Princess.” Almost as if afraid of how you might react to his failed attempts. There was no reason to be scared yet it was an accidental reflex on his part to estimate the Princess of Dragonstone. 

“Then what are your terms?” Your attention was entirely on the Weirwood tree. You see the leaking red blood dripping from the many faces and you can feel the nervous energy from the boy. “I’ll agree to them as long as you accept and do your part to assemble the lords of the River lands.” 

Oscar looks at you, startled. “I- Our terms… Well then I suppose justice.” You meet his sapphire blue one, as captivating and electric as your deep indigo pools. Much resembling the night sky. “Your father has condemned one of the lords to treason and outright murder. I believe as a Southerner, a follower of the old ways, that he should stand for his crimes.” A courageous feat on his part which you could not help but respect. A boy as young as he is now holds the responsibility of many Houses. They all look to House Tully for guidance and Oscar is now their precedent ruler. 

“Then that is done,” You shrugged with a nonchalant pout. Simply one man to face his crimes was enough to receive the largest army. Then you should have it. It was something Daemon would most likely not accommodate. His bowing and agreeing on someone’s terms was not his style. He needed to have something more out of the bargain. Still, you’ve grown restless of your father and needed the army urgently. “See that Lord Blackwood be executed here by the Weirwood tree when all of the lords are present. Should they be convinced we do not tolerate murder and anarchy, they can be a witness of the beheading.” You shake your head, with a smile. 

The Tully boy feels a chill run down his spine. "I appreciate how accommodating you've been given our situation, Princess." He feels flustered but at the same time, relieved. He did not expect this was how your conversation would pan out. But he was pleasantly surprised and would honorably accept your terms. He would only hope now that your father could comply and that you would persuade him on the matter. 

With a brief nod, your fixed stare turns to Oscar’s House sigil. He wears it proudly on his chest, carved out of leather, an imprint of a trout, jumping out of the water. “Tully's honor their promises, so I only ask you to do the same.” 

He stands there, looking in awe at you. He doesn’t so much as return with a stutter, as if not catching you the first time. His delayed response makes Oscar regain himself and clear his throat. “Please forgive me, Princess, but you are not what I had anticipated from the daughter of the Rogue Prince and King Consort to the Queen..."

Unexpectedly, you chuckled, much to the Riverland Lord’s expectation. Gods, why were you so unpredictable? Not to mention, your laughter was rather magnetic to listen to. How could he resist a princess such as yourself, who rides the wild dragon, Sheepstealer, and has a father as one of the most pronounced fighters alive?

House Targaryen in its history had many beautiful women and men over the years of their reign as Rulers of Westeros. They were known for their profound and striking qualities, signaling out any other candidate for beauty charm. You embody it wholly, with the way you stand and present yourself. You’re courageous and strong-willed, admirable talents anyone should have. For Oscar Tully, it fascinates him. 

“Then what do you think I would be like?” You’re intrigued, giving a sly smile when you beam at his shy and embarrassed state. It had been some time since you felt this giddy. Since Lucerys death, your family has dealt with another grief. Then came the death of King Viserys which shifted entirely your lives to madness. You never did have enough time to grieve. Even for your mother, you considered it now, no one would let you rest and had always expected you to be fine with things.

Maybe that was the reason why you refused to visit Dragonstone many times before. When Rhaenyra married Daemon, you were obligated to live in the ancient Targaryen home with them. Even though you complied, you never stayed long, always finding ways to be on Driftmark with your sister and grandparents. It was a way to distract your mind and soul. You did not want to be in the same room as Daemon. So perhaps Corlys and Rhaenys truly felt more like your parents. 

Oscar looks at the tips of his feet, unable to meet your penetrating periwinkle gaze. “I don’t know. I- I thought you would be more aligned with your father.” He raises his tone slightly on the last part, unsure if his words meant offense to you. “And I apologize, I mean no offense!”

“And you’re not wrong to believe so,” Your tone teased, indifferent to how you glanced at him, endearing and eternal much like a sapphire, cherished by the island of Tarth.

Jacaerys was worried for you. He could not understand why you would be so reckless to leave Dragonstone with Sheepstealer. There was war! For all he knew, you could’ve already been killed airborne alongside your wild dragon. But he digresses, the Prince of Dragonstone should not underestimate your worth as a dragon rider and aggressive nature. You were careless but knew how to ride a Sheepstealer well, everyone else couldn’t. 

Regardless, you were his betrothed. The future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms! You should not fly in this condition! He would tell you if you had been still present and he berated you around the castle like an annoying servant. He would have it, Jacaerys could not stand not knowing of your well-being. News from Harrenhal? No raven has been flown there since Daemon’s disappearance. You were driving him mad and you were not even aware of it! 

The Queen’s son paced around his room, exhausted. Your leave did not surprise his mother, which as expected he should’ve anticipated. You and Daemon. Two born from the same blood and now, he understands what his mother felt when he left for Harrenhal. You do as you please, he supposes. Though most of the time he knew of you, it was ever unlikely for you to be so daring. You were brash but never went as far as abandoning your home. Jacaerys feels a small sort of guilt for not letting you leave. He willingly let you. He isn’t sure if you have some sort of sorcery against him or more so he cannot control you as much as you do to him, but the crowned prince still thinks of you. 

He can still recall the day he and you were renowned as betroths. It was the hearing for the heir of Driftmark. The entire hall was consumed by people and servants. The iron throne sat in the center, all and menacingly. His mother stood by his side while Lucerys and Rhaena were slightly behind. Alongside Daemon who lurked around the crowds, watching everyone. On the other side was Rhaenys Targaryen, the standing figure for Corlys Velaryon. You and Baela were behind her, always so close to each other. Your presence comforted one another as it did to him. 

“It was ever my husband’s decision to pass Driftmark to our son, Laenor, and his son, Lucerys,” Rhaenys confidently speaks in front of the Hand of the King as Otto’s daughter can only frown in silence. While the rest of the crowd stayed awning. “And Princess Rhaenyra had just proposed to her two sons to be wedded to Laena’s daughters,” She motions to you and Baela. And when he catches a glimpse of you, butterflies flutters. As you meet his eye with a cheeky smile. “Which I wholeheartedly agree.”

The looks you gave to one another spoke greater volume than the words from your mouths. Jacaerys understood that yes, you were satisfied with the marriage proposal, And he was as well. You two couldn’t be more relieved and happier. You had always assumed he would marry your cousin, Helaena. However Alicent claimed she was to be married to her older brother, Aegon, you believed the odds of it happening to be more promising. And it has. 

Also across where you stood from the throne, Aemond’s eye catches your elevated expression. Those simple words of your engagement troubled him. So much so that he could feel the vexation that began to build in his chest. It was unlike the second son to feel this emotional towards marriage. He always avoided the subject. But somehow when you became the topic, his mind suddenly scrambled into mush and his attention followed you willingly. 

It was more obvious when dinner came. His cold stare pierced the side of your head as you continued to converse with your sisters. You sat beside Jacaery as promised. It irks Aemond immensely to see you happily and comfortably with his sister’s bastard. It was unfair and unjust. Just how was he considered legitimated as a Targaryen? He had no characteristics of his ancestors, only those of his father. Harwin Strong. The one-eyed prince made sure to make a scene when he decided to toast in front of everyone. 

You were seated, content with a plate of food in front of you. As you listened to him speak for the first time, holding a chalice up to your lips. 

To the health of my nephews, Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. As his words died down from silence, you knew what was coming. Aemond had constraints but sometimes even he could break. Each of them… handsome… wise… strong. His attention was solely on you now. His one good eye glistened under the candlelight. Its hue is dark and sinister. As if believing you would be ecstatic with his insults. Did he expect you to be pleased? You were not sure, everything afterward was a blur. 

A few punches and tensed stares divided the room apart. Rhaenyra consoled her children while Alicent attempted to get a hold of her sons. The boys, Aemond and Jacaerys did not stand comfortably in the tense environment. The one-eyed prince couldn’t help but feel satisfied with his efforts. At the same time, his nephew tries to refrain from anything else brash. Out of the corner, Daemon appears, effectively separating the two. His calm and contented expression rather irritated Aemond, allowing him to leave without haste. In comparison, Jacaerys contended to his mother’s orders and left the room. You were expected to follow behind your betrothed footsteps.

Despite having other plans.

Under the dark coven of King’s Landing, you whisk away into the shadows. It was like running around in a maze, every corridor you seemed to pass looked similar. You had no clue where you were heading or your intention to go this far away from your chambers. But your cousin’s actions confused you. If you could speak to Aemond, you would dissolve whatever strain he feels under this obligation. 

“Have you no shame?” You voiced, coming into the moonlight’s center. The simple garden of the Weirwood tree where the two of you found each other. It was a comforting place to read poetry or listen to a musician play. You found yourself here too many times now. “It seems like your grievances have gotten the better of you, cousin.”

Aemond hums with a sneer. “Aren’t you bothered by it?”

“Bothered by what?” you retort, your irritation rising at his insolence.

“You’re betrothed,” he says, pausing before adding, “to a bastard.”

“Why should I be?” you snap back, icy and curt. “His mother is a Targaryen and heir to the Iron Throne, so he remains a Targaryen.”

The second son turns, catching your angry expression. It bothers him how fitting you believe having Jacaerys as your betrothed would not bring any consequences. “His blood is not pure.”

“Because his father is not Ser Laenor?” You joust, moving closer to where he was. Close to the roots of the many-faced tree as it stares back at you blankly. “Does it matter? He is still Rhaenyra’s child and your nephew by right and blood.”

“And you don’t think this would affect you? Your future? Your family?” On and on, the one-eyed prince pushes nonsensical questions. You clearly did not understand the faults of marrying a bastard, one so close to the proclaimed heir. It would falter your status. “You should have a better suitor that will elevate your status, not dishonor it.”

“And who could you provide that for me?” A humorless laugh escapes your mouth, grinning like a hysterical maniac. You did not take his words seriously. Even so, you had never looked more magnificent, bathed in the purest light the gods could provide. The maroon gown you wore draped flawlessly over your figure, embodying the combined beauty of the Targaryens and Velaryons. You were the epitome of both beautiful Valyrian lineages. Your curved, sly smile accentuated your playful nature. You beam under his sight because simply he’s enamored by you. Why couldn’t his mother propose him to you? Not with anyone else. You. 

Nothing comes out of the prince’s mouth. He was not sure why. 

His delayed response gave you the chance to speak once more. “It’s just like you said,” you whispered, barely audible from where you stood a few paces away. “I’ll have a husband soon enough.

Jace. When the Weirwood leaves ruffled, you cupped your hands together. You sat in silence for a while before thinking of all the ways to approach him when the time came for you to return to Dragonstone. I had to leave. Yes, staying on Dragonstone felt intolerable. You would only be reminded of Rhaenys remains, how her last moments were of your playful banter of burning the Greens. How did it compare now when her body is underneath rubble along with her mighty Meleys? She was the one who taught you how to fly. Did he know that?

Amid the chaos, your name is hollered out. “Princess of Dragonstone, future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms,” You depart your solemn eyes away from the stormy skies of Harrenhal to the witch that approaches. You recognized her from your lord’s description. “I see you’ve taken a liking to the Godswoods.” 

Alys Rivers remains a mystery to you. She seems to wander the grounds alone much like the owls roaming the halls. She appears with the lords, she’s there with your father. And she is here, alone with you, as the Weirwood tree stands witness. Her black-painted locks are enchanting, and her enigmatic beauty captivates you with curiosity. She was a bastard but if you’ve learned anything coming from your family, it shouldn’t be considered a burden. 

“What do you want?” Your attention bounces back and forth from her to elsewhere, she assumes your thoughts. Your voice was laced with gentle sarcasm and lightheartedness. It seemed to her you too became acquitted with her. You had gotten used to her disappearances and reappearances quicker than your father. 

“I noticed you come here often,” The witch mentions, making you feel spellbound by her words. “A princess who flees from the safety of her home. To reconcile with her father only to be let down by his anguish. Surely she is feeling overwhelmed…” 

She tries to lure you in yet you concur. "Is it wrong to aid my father when he fails to do what he intended?”

“Greed comes in many different ways, Princess,” She perks up, wide-eyed like a nocturnal barn owl. Her stare invites intrigue and bizarre curiosity to those who would allow her to indulge. Yet you felt sort of unease the way she looked at you. As if she could read your mind. 

You allow silence to sit a few seconds longer. With a stoic expression, you state. “Yes, it does.” 

“Mm,” She grins, much like a mischievous cat. "I hope it doesn’t lead you to act recklessly. Gathering the largest army does not ensure you will achieve glory."

At this, you tilt your head to the side. “Do you expect treason from me, Rivers?”

“Oh not at all, Princess,” She exclaims with a touch of sarcasm. “But you should know the lords here aren’t as accommodating as the ones you find at home.” It was as if a mix of mockery and degradation was interwoven into her words. Alys did not seem at all worried about your reaction. It looked as if she was playing you, to get a reaction out of you. "Your fate was sealed long ago; it is clear what the gods have planned for you."

"Whatever the gods intend," you said slowly, your tone dropping to a dangerous whisper, "matters not, for I shall carve my own path." A sudden screech rings out, alarming and shaking the leaves around you. The ancient tree stands solemnly, its crimson leaves fluttering against the storm. Out of the corner of her eye, Alys spots your dragon with scales of mottled green and copper, his disordered appearance piquing her curiosity.

His exotic wings are both powerful and fierce, mirroring your own nature. He grunts and prowls around the Weirwood tree while you maintain a gaze of striking boldness. Dragons surpass mere prophecy, being molded by blood magic and incantations. Many see them as formidable beasts and deities, a notion that terrifies her with its sheer incomprehensibility.

And with that, she cannot tear her eyes away from your beast, caught between terror and awe, her sapphire gaze frozen. As if sensing her fear, Sheepstealer sneers wickedly, revealing his sharp canines.

“The River Lords will be arriving shortly,” You clasped your hands together, “Find my father, will you?”

[aeth-eris]

Mars Signs Maturity & Immaturity

Mars in Aries:

Immature: Impulsive and quick to anger, they may engage in reckless behavior and thoughtless actions without considering the consequences.

Mature: They harness their passion into productive pursuits, displaying self-control and strategic thinking to address conflicts with assertiveness and fairness.

Mars in Taurus:

Immature: Stubborn and unyielding, they may refuse to consider alternative perspectives, leading to prolonged standoffs and an inability to find common ground.

Mature: They demonstrate patience and flexibility, cultivating understanding and compromise to reach mutually beneficial resolutions without sacrificing their principles.

Mars in Gemini:

Immature: They engage in verbal sparring and manipulation, using their wit and intellect to outsmart others and win arguments at the expense of honest and open communication.

Mature: They prioritize empathetic listening and constructive dialogue, fostering intellectual stimulation and mutual understanding to promote healthy and respectful debates.

Mars in Cancer:

Immature: They resort to passive-aggressive behavior and emotional manipulation, using guilt and mood swings to control the narrative and avoid direct confrontation.

Mature: They communicate their feelings openly and directly, fostering emotional vulnerability and establishing boundaries to promote a supportive and nurturing environment for conflict resolution.

Mars in Leo:

Immature: They seek attention and validation through dramatic outbursts and egotistical displays, demanding admiration without considering the feelings of others.

Mature: They express their emotions with grace and humility, channeling their passion into creative endeavors and genuine acts of kindness to foster a harmonious and supportive atmosphere.

Mars in Virgo:

Immature: They become overly critical and perfectionistic, focusing on trivial details and disregarding the bigger picture, leading to a tense and nitpicky environment.

Mature: They maintain a pragmatic and practical approach, utilizing their attention to detail to offer constructive solutions and create a supportive and efficient atmosphere for conflict resolution.

Mars in Libra:

Immature: They avoid conflict and decision-making, sacrificing their needs and opinions to maintain superficial harmony, often leading to unresolved tension and underlying resentment.

Mature: They strive for genuine harmony and fairness, encouraging open communication and compromise to build mutually beneficial relationships and foster a sense of unity and understanding.

Mars in Scorpio:

Immature: They exhibit vindictive and secretive behavior, holding onto grudges and seeking revenge, fostering an environment of mistrust and emotional volatility.

Mature: They embrace vulnerability and transparency, addressing conflicts with honesty and courage, fostering deep and authentic connections based on mutual respect and emotional growth.

Mars in Sagittarius:

Immature: They become tactless and argumentative, prioritizing their opinions over the feelings of others, often leading to heated debates and a disregard for emotional sensitivity.

Mature: They promote open-mindedness and respect, engaging in meaningful discussions and fostering a sense of adventure and personal growth, encouraging mutual learning and understanding in all interactions.

Mars in Capricorn:

Immature: They exhibit emotional detachment and authoritarian behavior, prioritizing their goals and ambition over the well-being of others, leading to a rigid and unyielding environment.

Mature: They demonstrate responsibility and leadership, fostering a sense of discipline and accountability in all interactions, striving for practical and sustainable solutions that benefit everyone involved.

Mars in Aquarius:

Immature: They display rebellious and unpredictable behavior, challenging authority and disrupting the status quo without considering the impact on others, fostering an environment of chaos and emotional distance.

Mature: They promote innovation and unity, encouraging collaborative problem-solving and forward-thinking initiatives, fostering a sense of inclusivity and progressive change for the greater good.

Mars in Pisces:

Immature: They resort to escapism and passive resistance, avoiding direct confrontation and responsibility, often leading to a sense of emotional confusion and unaddressed issues.

Mature: They practice emotional self-care and empathy, fostering a compassionate and understanding environment for open communication and conflict resolution, encouraging vulnerability and mutual growth.

[hoodedboy79]

Hey. I just saw your post of the idea to write about Assassins Creed. It’s lovely to see someone who would write about the Assasins, like Bayek (he doesn’t get enough love). I don’t have anything particular in mind but I’d love to see some/or reactions of some kind of Bayek, Arno and/or any you feel comfortable with. Have a nice day :))

Being Best Friends With Them: Bayek, Arno & Jacob.

Just to start off with I'm sorry this took so long for me to do but I've got major writers block atm so these might be ass but I tried. Also Arno might be extra ooc cuz I only brought Unity a few days ago when it went on sale and haven't done more than the beginning yet so apologies in advance 😅

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Bayek

• The most loyal, lifelong friend you're ever going to get right here.

• Even if you two don't see each other as often anymore after Bayek became a Medjay and started a family.

• Talking about him starting a family, you were one of the first people he told when he found out Aya was expecting.

• Invites you over regularly to eat dinner with him and his family, along with Hepzefa and Rabiah if they are free.

• He loves that his closest people get on so well.

• You accompanying him, Khemu and Chenzira on their hunting trips.

• As much as he wants to confide in you after Khemu's death and Aya's departure, he can't bring himself to. Not only because he doesn't want to speak about it when the wound is so fresh but he doesn't want to burden you with his feelings.

• So he doesn't say much to you before leaving to track down the Heron.

• When he eventually returns, and is in a slightly better headspace than before he left, he was happy to see you, and Hepzefa, waiting for him.

• You two have a lot to catch up on.

Arno

• Will silently judge every stupid decision you make, his face tells you exactly what he wants to say though to the point it doesn't feel as 'silent' anymore.

• He will help you clean up and or defend you from the consequences of said stupid decision though.

• The type to have clothes made for you, regardless of your social status.

• Depending on your personality, there's going to be a LOT of disagreements between you two due to Arno's stubbornness (and yours, potentially) but he's willing to come to a compromise with you after enough back and forth, he probably won't admit if he was wrong though.

• Arno never truly gets over Élise and has times where his grief rears it's head, sometimes he'll allow you to comfort him even if it's just by sitting in the same room in silence while you both get on with your own things or other times he'll avoid everyone completely and try to keep himself busy with random tasks till he feels ready to see people again.

• Would like to visit the theatre with you occasionally or just relax for once and have a discussion about art or the newest plays.

• Gossip duo 💅🏻

Jacob

• Sheer pandemonium.

• You two together brings the fear of God into people.

• Spending hours with him in the pub, whether it be indulging in drinking games, playing Whist (don't worry he won't drown you in the river if you beat him) or just chatting with the Rooks, Jacob will make sure you enjoy yourself and hopefully get you to stay just another hour (and buy another round).

• Tells Maxwell about you and eventually invites you to accompany them on one of their random outings.

• We all know how that eventually ends.

• Both of you teasing Evie about Henry. Jacob will definitely turn on you though if he finds out you are courting someone/being courted, it isn't just Evie he's willing to tease.

• He would find out as much as he could about the person that you're interested in, especially if their the one trying to court you. He's been betrayed by people close to him before and doesn't want you to go through the same thing if he can help it.

• He'll make almost everything a (friendly) competition with you; Who can climb this building faster? Who can kill the most Blighters in this random street fight? Who can escape the police quicker?, things like that. Evie will even sometimes join in, which usually ends with the twins bickering after she wins.

• You and Jacob really do share the same braincell at times fr.

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I haven't done any hc's in a hot minute and I can see why lol. Maybe I'll rewrite these one day or add to it I dunno.

[a-d-nox]

lenormand cards: key phrases and an example of a card combo (part 3)

this is just a beginners guide to the lenormand. these are key phrases that come to mind when i think of the cards - NOT how they should be directly applied. they needs to be thought about situationally - the card / when it is in specific combos can change or alter its meaning in a reading.

ring: unity, attachment, alliance, marriage, vow, affections, commitment, engagement, agreements, promises, partnerships, mergers, valuable objects, jewelry, completion, solution, full circle, etc.

ring + cross = joint suffering, spartacus energy, feeling burdened by your commitments, relationship trials, bad karma, being "cursed", being humiliated by your partner, disappointed by your partner, etc.

book: curiosity, knowledge, education, wisdom, intelligence, hidden things, mysteries, secrecy, information, facts, data, learning, education, projects, cases, assignments, audits, research, monetary accounts, research, exams, school, esoteric studies, discoveries, breakthroughs, confidential information, books, journals, files, deck of cards, etc.

book + ring = marriage license, wedding planner, knowledge about prenuptial agreements, combined assets in a partnership, a finished project, final exam, etc.

letter: news, messages, information, notes, memos, documents, reports, written correspondence, awards, certificates, licenses, credentials, diplomas, records, permits, authorizations, warrants, liens, titles, contacts, advertisements, flyers, brochures, junk mail, invitations, announcements, cards, posters, etc

letter + book = lecture notes, hidden messages, literary analysis, awards for intellect, learning permit for driving, etc.

man: brother, lover, father, spouse, fiancé, etc.

man + letter = a guy with news, a message from a man, doctor, educated man, famous man, etc.

woman: sister, lover, mother, friend, spouse, fiancée, etc.

woman + man = siblings, twins, couple, etc.

lilies: royalty, honor, nobility, purity, innocence, knowledge, respect, wisdom, maturity, happiness, protection, pregnancy, aging, peace, slow down, etc.

lilies + woman = queen, maid of honor, a nun, baby girl, a virgin, woman teacher/professor, grandmother, mother, motherhood, etc.

sun: new beginning, life, warmth, heat, success, glory, victory, happiness, glory, desire, courage, hope, recognition, fame, power, reputation, ego, pride, high self-esteem, charisma, alluring personality, summer, beaches, positivity, optimism, masculine, etc.

sun + lilies = pure joy, contentment, joan of arc energy, being well liked and trusted, invincibility, king, patriarchy, etc.

moon: imagination, musing, passion, unconscious, feminine, maternal instincts, intuition, psyche, dreams, creativity, inspiration, innovation, honors, fame, recognition, popularity, celebrity, emotions, passions, seduction, romance, intimacy, affection, desires, fantasies, motherhood, the womb, menstruation, hormones, instincts, perception, sensitivity, awareness, mystics, mediums, psychics, etc.

moon + sun = prologue, dream life, "the warm and fuzzies", psychic power, pearl energy, charming personality, awareness of yourself and your power, etc.

key: wishes, hidden things, success, unexpected results, karmic lessons, breakthroughs, etc.

key + moon = manifestation, creative success, overnight success, karmic lover, awareness of your lesson, etc.

fish: abundance, water, fertility, spirituality, prosperity, eternity, unity, happiness, transformation, femininity, adaptability, knowledge, creativity, freedom, luck, intuition, independence, self-employment, entrepreneurship, sales, purchases, exchanges, abundance, wealth, emotions, beaches, independence, etc.

fish + key = having a lot of wishes, murky water, the unknown, things working out, a gamble paying off, etc.

anchor: stability, security, safety, immovability, trust, faith, loyalty, stubbornness, consistency, endurance, destinations, support, reliability, lifestyle, etc.

anchor + fish = stability income, stubbornness paying off, enduring beliefs, freedom to choose, supporting yourself, lifestyle that supports the self, etc.

cross: suffering, martyrdom, burdens, challenges, worries, troubles, trials, pains, hardships, concerns, hardships, obstacles, hindrances, regret, remorse, guilt, shame, humiliation, disappointment, religion, faith, belief, esotericism, psychics, mediums, empaths, etc.

cross + anchor = financially struggling, lacking faith, being in your own way, struggling with consistency, regretting your life's choices, being disappointed by where you are, faith worth relying on, being a psychic/medium, etc.

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[hd-junglebook]

Edge of Exile

part 1

Following episode 9 Unity Day of the 100

You were escorted from your cell. The guard fixing you with a stern look as you both walk the all-too-familiar route away from maximum security.

"Don't cause any more trouble," he warns. you simply nod, too overwhelmed with anticipation to respond.

You were led through the halls to Mecha Station. The guard ushering you toward a small but cozy room. "Home sweet home," he says gruffly before departing.

You step inside the new room, making faces at his back as he walks away. This room was so different from your drafty, sterile cell in Prison Station. This space feels lived in. The desk was the same, your photos and colorful blankets placed neatly inside the room already.

The medium sized window that adorned one of the walls adding some natural scenery, just missing your drawings and paintings, each one a reflection of your innermost thoughts and emotions.

…

Your first week of freedom went better than you would have imagined.

At first, you were skeptical of his offer. Everyone knew how Jaha led - with an iron fist. You had witnessed his disregard for human life firsthand when he floated most of your friends. But his deal was your only chance to get out of that cell.

The work itself felt good. Kept your hands and mind busy, and finally able to use the skills that had been useless in your cell. The engineers even valued your input, unlike the guards who had tossed you in confinement.

These full, simple days of freedom were all anyone could wish for after surviving isolation. Every morning you reminded yourself to be thankful for this second chance, even if you didn't fully trust the man who had granted it.

Kane had only visited twice your release. Your stubbornness kept you from speaking, a trait you most definitely adopted from being around him so long. But no matter how much you tried pretending he didn’t exist anymore, he had always tried to be by your side.

You found it so hard to hate him. Even now when you think about it. They had placed you in indefinite lockup instead of death, if it were anyone else you would have been floated with the rest.

….

A soft knock sounded from your door, vibrating through the thin walls, waking you from your deep sleep. Bleary-eyed, you approached the door to find your grandmother standing there in the dimly lit corridor.

"Vera? What are you doing here so late?” you state, head lolling to the side.

She stepped inside, a small smile appearing on her lips. "I'm sorry to wake you, y/n. I couldn’t sleep but there’s something I wanted to ask you."

A look of confusion spreads across your face as you extend your hand, gesturing for her to sit at the small table as you shook off sleep. "What is it?"

"It's about your uncle, Kane."

You sighed, "What about him?" your voice came out harsher than intended as you crossed your arms, unwilling to yield. "You don't know what he put me through."

"You're right, I don't," she conceded softly. "But I know you. And I know holding onto bitterness will destroy the bright, brave girl I love."

“I won’t be alive for long. He's still family. His burden is heavy too. Will you at least try, for your old Grandma's sake?”

You let out a long breath, feeling your heart crack open despite yourself. You nodded reluctantly. Where Kane and you would end up, only time would tell.

Sadness filled her eyes. "Resentment will only poison your spirit, child. What's done is done. But you still have a choice - let go of the anger, or let it define you."

…

It was Unity Day, and the entire Ark was celebrating, minus you and the few engineers working to get the last three stations fixed up.

You had gotten to work the moment you woke up, Vera’s words still circling your mind. Sinclair had been first to join you, meeting in the remnants of flint station, helping you figure out the repairs for the damage.

Together, you both had spent hours poring over the manual, checking, and rechecking each step to make sure everything was done correctly.

Both of you taking turns going on breaks and grabbing snacks you had stolen from the eating hall, but for the most part, you were both fully focused on the task at hand.

The temperature in the room rose as well, making your work even more challenging. The air conditioning had been broken for weeks in flint station as if the mounting pressure of work wasn't enough.

You and Sinclair had pushed through it, determined to see this done.

The heat was stifling as you both crawled through the tight utility space, searching for the wiring short that was causing power fluctuations in Mecha Station. Rivulets of sweat dripped down your back.

"Phew, it's boiling in here," you complained, pushing past another bundle of wires. "Couldn't they have put in some AC?"

Sinclair chuckled. "Unfortunately for you y/n, the Ark wasn't built with comfort in mind. But don't worry, we're almost there."

You grumbled good-naturedly as he shuffled forward. your toolkit banging against the metal walls, the sound echoing in the tight space.

"Watch out for that junction box," Sinclair warned over his shoulder. You looked to the side and saw the hazard just in time and pivoted awkwardly around it.

"Thanks for the heads up. Wouldn't want to get zapped in here."

You reached the problem spot - a bundle of fraying wires with melted insulation. Sinclair gave a satisfied nod. "Just needs some fresh wraps and it'll be good as new."

As you both worked, Sinclair made quiet small talk, telling stories about past repairs and close calls he had with a coworker of his, Raven Reyes.

His calm expertise putting you at ease.

After another 30 minutes, all your hard, sweaty work paid off as you finally heard the hum of the machines coming back to life.

Packing up the tools, Sinclair nervously smiled at you. "You did great work today. With some more training, you'll make an excellent mechanic."

Pride swelled in your chest at the praise as you fanned yourself off from the heat. "Does this mean I get to do the fun zero-G jobs next?" you said jokingly.

He laughed heartily. "Maybe not just yet. But you've got a bright future ahead. Now let's get out of this sauna."

Grinning, you followed him out, grateful for his patience. Both of you let out a sigh of relief as you collapsed into a chair, exhausted, still drenched in sweat, sharing a fist bump before you stood and headed to the hallway to catch your breath, the sound of music and chatter filled the air.

The hallways decorated in banners and streamers recycled from the previous Unity Day adorned the walls.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you remembered that you needed to find Kane and your grandma before getting back to work.

"fuck," you whispered to yourself, speed walking down the hall.

you turned a corner, eyes on the floor glancing at the confetti when you were jolted out of your thoughts as a blonde lady bumped into you, causing you to stumble backwards.

"Oof!" you gasped.

Quickly regaining your balance as you looked up to see who had collided with you. It was Diana Sydney.

Diana looked at you with a mix of surprise and annoyance, her mouth pinched into a thin line before quickly brushing past you and disappearing down the hall.

"Excuse me!" You called after her, irritation flaring. "You just ran right into me!"

She paused and half-turned, eyes scanning right through you with her dark eyes. "Did I?" she murmured dreamily before whisking away again.

You stood there rubbing your left shoulder where she had hit you, stunned by her complete lack of courtesy. "Unbelievable," you muttered under your breath.

You couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about her reaction.

You had never met her before, but you had heard all the stories from your uncle about their shared time on the council.

You quickly made your way through the rest of the halls, passing by Jaha speaking to the citizens on the Ark and the delinquents on the ground through a broadcast.

His voice was firm as he spoke, pausing every so often to look at the faces in the crowd, stating that the ark would be sending down reinforcements within the next 3 days.

Just when you were about to give up your search, you spotted both Kane and your grandma off to the side of the room in the middle of a conversation.

Kane brushing off his mother’s request, about to walk away leaving Vera to stand alone to watch the unity speech.

Your heart ached at the sight, you couldn't understand why Kane would leave her like that.

You walked faster, almost in front of them when all of a sudden your thoughts were drowned out by a deafening boom as an enormous explosion rocked the station.

Your body lifted off the ground, a flying piece of metal stabbing your leg as you crashed to the floor. You felt a jolt of pain as your head smacked onto the surface, and everything went black.

...

When you came to, a groan escaped your lips, your whole body aching in pain from the fall. You look around to find yourself lying on the cold, hard surface of the floor. The footsteps vibrating on your face and muffled voices nearby.

You tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through your head and you fell back down. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you struggled to move, your ears ringing and your vision blurry.

The feeling of wetness pooled on your thigh, a gasp escaping your lips when you looked down to examine your leg.

A gash stretched across the area above your knee. Your nose wrinkling in disgust at the sight of your thigh jaggedly cut open.

With trembling hands you ripped off your sleeves to tie around your leg. Pain shot through your body in ripples the tighter you made the knot.

Shouts and screams all around you, the smell of smoke and burning filling your nostrils, panic set in as you frantically looked around, trying to make sense of your surroundings.

It took a second for you to even understand how you ended up in this situation, how did this happen.

The chaos around you seemed to intensify as you looked around, noticing the number of people panicking, some of them injured and bleeding. The ground was littered with debris and shattered glass, and the walls were crumbling from the force of the explosion.

You spotted your grandmother lying on the floor impaled by a jagged piece of metal, your heart began to race, eyes widening at the sight of her blood pooling beneath her. The sight of Kane leaning over her, his voice trembling as he recited the Travelers Blessing.

"In peace, may you leave the shore. In love, may you find the next,” he whispered, his eyes filled with tears. “Safe passage on your travels until our final journey to the ground. May we meet again," Kane said, spending his mother’s last moment comforting her.

Pushing down the swirling panic in your stomach, you focused only on putting one foot in front of the other. You couldn’t look at her anymore. The adrenaline dulling the pain coming from your gash slightly.

You limped forward slowly, the bodies of council members greeting you as they lay motionless on the ground. There were four of them, all of them unconscious.

Jaha approached from your side, concern etched on his face.

"Y/n! Are you alright?" he asked urgently.

"I - I think so," you stammered back, disoriented.

Kane stood from his place on the ground, closing vera’s eyes and coming over to where you stood with Jaha.

“You need to get out of here, they tried to kill you,” Kane said to him, voice shaking with fear and adrenaline.

“Do you realize it was Diana who tried to kill you, she’s the only one not here.” Jaha looked at you with a grave expression.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, looking to both you and Kane with urgency, “First priority is getting survivors to safety. Then we stop them before they cause any more harm” he said. “We have to lock down the ark.”

“Kane find Diana.”

….

The adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you and Kane walked down the dimly lit hallways, the sound of your footsteps echoing off the metal walls. The air was thick with smoke, making it difficult to see and breathe.

Four skilled ark guards following in the rear behind Jaha, their weapons at the ready. Diana’s followers were not to be underestimated, they were fighting for their cause and would do anything to escape.

After what felt like an eternity, you reached the end of the hallway where the exodus ship was docked.

The doors were sealed shut, the guards and Kane charged towards the door, using all their strength to break it down. To no avail, the door didn’t budge. Jaha begged Diana not to do this.

You spotted a long metal pry bar lying nearby and snatched it up.

"Use this!" You called, passing the bar to the nearest guard. He wedged it into the seam between the doors, the muscles in his arms bulging as he heaved with all his strength.  They worked together, pushing with everything they had but it wasn’t enough.

Jaha persisted attempting to talk Diana down, “Diana, please! You don't want to be remembered like this!” The desperation clear in his voice.

“I won't be because you brought this on yourself, Jaha. You promised the people truth, and all you gave them were lies!”

Jaha paled in response, “You had me shot! You detonated a bomb in a public meeting, killing six innocent people, and now you want to kill everyone on this space station to satisfy your ego?”

Diana smirked, looking back to her followers “He is still lying to your face. There aren't enough dropships to get everyone to the ground.”

The men shared a look, Red deciding to break the ranks and save himself and sprinted forward, before anyone could react. Just out of your grasp, he had slipped through the open doors and seized the controls.

With a grinding screech, the massive doors began sliding closed, causing the dropship to begin its launch.

Sinclair began pleading with Jaha, his breathing heavy. “ Sir, we have to go right now! Everybody out! Get back behind the containment doors. Go, go, go! Please, sir.”

….

The ship was pitch black and the air was thick and heavy, causing sweat to bead on your skin despite the cool air lightly blowing around the halls. In the distance, a shuffling noise came from behind you.

Your heart rate quickened as you turned around, but there was no one there. But then, you heard it again, this time, it was closer. You strained your eyes, trying to make out any movement in the shadows.

The sound of footsteps bounced off the walls, slow and deliberate, as if whoever was making them was trying to be quiet. You tried to tell yourself that it was just your imagination, but the footsteps grew louder and closer.

Just as you were about to scream, a hand landed on your shoulder. You jumped and let out a gasp, as a familiar voice started to speak. “It's just me, Kane,” he said, his voice low and calm.

You let out a sigh of relief and turned to face him, thankful to see he was okay. In the faint light, you could see his tall figure looming over you on the floor.

“Can you stand up?' Kane asked, concern written on his face, the blood from your soaking the white fabric of your sleeves. You nodded yes and grabbed Kane's hand to stand up.

“We should look for everyone else,” he said, breaking the eerie silence. “We have to find Jaha.”

You nodded in agreement, relieved to have a goal in this unknown darkness.

…

Kane kept a steady hand under your arm while you slowly made your way down the hallway, leg throbbing with every step you took.

You both rounded a corner, stopping in the middle of the hallway as you stifled a groan when a spike of pain shot through your leg. Kane paused, his brow creased in concern. "Just a little farther," he encouraged.

You nodded, biting your lip as he continued walking you forward. The hall was eerily silent, a sudden clanging rang out, followed by a loud curse. You jumped abruptly, exchanging startled glances with Kane, heading forward to investigate the noise.

There on the floor was Wick, his arm caught in a doorway, tools scattered at his feet. He looked up at you in dismay. He was in a state of panic, his eyes wild with fear as he struggled to free himself.

"A little help here?" Wick pleaded, still trying in vain to free himself.

Kane sighed and moved to examine Wick's predicament. "What happened?"

"I was trying to override the door panel when it decided to eat my arm!" Wick explained in exasperation.

"What the hell happened, anyway?" wick said distracting himself while you and Kane use an axe to try and open the door.

Kane had a somber look on his face when he replied, "We were betrayed. Councilor Sydney... she took the Exodus ship by force. The damage to the Ark was catastrophic."

Wicks face turned in disgust, "What a bitch! You know, my mom voted for her."

You bit back an amused smile at the absurd situation despite the pain you were in. Only Wick could get into such a mess.

Once freed, Wick shook our hands gratefully. "I owe you both. Let’s look for everyone else."

With your leg burning in pain, you decided to separate and venture back to the med bay, you knew that they would be able to handle themselves and you were useless until you patched up your leg.

You could feel the warmth of the dark blood soaking through your pants, and you knew that you needed to find a safe place to tend to your wounds.

You hobbled through the wreckage of the ship, pushing the doors to the infirmary open.

….

[rhyaxxyn]

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

"𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏. 𝑵𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐, 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅."

— 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐢

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓

GENRE: New Adult (16-25) / Contemporary Fantasy SUB-GENRE: Romance / SciFi / Dystopian / Action POV: Third Person (Multi) / Past Tense THEMES/TROPES: War, Found Family, Heroism, Sacrifice, Power, Corruption, Enemies to Lovers, Bigotry, Forgotten Past, Faith, Dark VS. Light STATUS: Seeking Publication

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒:

In the wake of a god being mysteriously killed, the Nameless War has waged between the gods and humanity for fifty-eight years, killing that which is mortal and immortal, and creating constant battles for territory between the divine Creator military and the human Revolutionists. As hope for future peace between the species wanes, the fate of the war lands in unlikely hands. Pandora, a goddess, the lost creator, nameless and chained to the Earth because of duty, yet still running from her true power. Quinn, a god, the skijic and Creator High General, desperate for the memories of a life lost and the familiarity of a purple-eyed goddess. Natia, a girl, heiress to one of the Republic of Valentulus’s most powerful cities, and slave to the Revolutionist Snake General. Loyalties whither, fear awakens, and stories collide as the Nameless War reaches its tipping point. It is up to Pandora, Quinn, and Natia, each of them sworn against one another, to challenge the boundaries of their duties—and their pasts. The only thing that might change their opposing fates is the truth, but letting the past fly free could very well set the darkness loose. The fight between deities and humanity is made equal, and the fate of the universe unsure.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

PANDORA: Goddess of Nothing, Governor of Domum Deorum, Creator of the Universe. Extremely skilled in both alchemic and physical combat; well versed in a number of chordophone instruments (piano, kaleiscian zarisk, violin); selfless and self sacrificing; compassionate, analytical, cultured, stubborn, witty. QUINN: God of Stars, High General of the Creator Military. Omne’s personal “lap dog” before his capture; good with any blade, has "shit aim"; short with those he doesn’t know/care about; protective, sarcastic, composed, knowledgeable, caring, prideful. NATIA GENESIS: Heiress of Genesis Point. Little Sparrow. Remarkably intelligent in regards to literature, strategy, and divine biology due to intense schooling; the Republic of Valentulus' most renowned deitologist; near non-existent family ties outside of the media; intelligent, kind, self-destructive, abrasive.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

OPHELIA SERPENTINE – General of the Revolutionist Military Government. Although not a master of strategy like Natia, she is manipulative; willing to do any and everything to maintain her power; manipulative, emotionally intelligent, controlling, dedicated, knowledgeable, passionate. OMNE - Goddess of the Universe (Mind), Queen of the Gods. Like Ophelia, she is extremely manipulative in order to achieve her means, though she keeps them hard to distinguish; analytical, facetious, secretive, manipulative, humorous, rude.

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

REPUBLIC OF VALENTULUS – Otherwise known as the R.O.V.; had once been the newly created nation in place of the United States in order to maintain control over the worsening relations between gods and humans. Unfortunately, much of it was destroyed after the beginning of the war, spare for the wealthiest districts and cities. DOMUM DEORUM - Heather’s city she built through the means of alchemy. Gods and humans live in unity here, under the leadership of Heather’s councils: Low Council (general citizens), High Council (divine and human district leaders), Master Alchemists (gods who have mastered the alchemic arts). For fifty-eight years Domum Deorum has existed in secret, though their efforts in the war remain influential.  GENESIS POINT - A city with close ties to the Revolutionist military government. Mainly profits from scientific innovations, particularly thanks to Natia's efforts as a deitologist, and diplomatic advisors. As such, they are a major producer of both technology and weaponry. The city has been led by the Genesis family since its creation, Lukyn Genesis the most recent, with Natia Genesis as the next in line to inherit one of the R.O.V.'s most powerful governments.

(order of protags in the images above: Natia Genesis, Quinn, Pandora.)

Note: this is definitely one of several times i've introduced this particular book, but i'm so, so, so happy to do so. infinite tangents is the first book of many in the natural orders series, and i'm so excited to share with you all how far this story has come since i came up with it in 2014 (which is insane to me). hopefully, this story will be published soon... if i can work up the courage to email literary agents.

[sungbeam]

𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 — teaser!

nonidol!kim sunwoo x fem!reader

you never thought your humble, little podcast would ever touch somebody's soul like it did one kim sunwoo's

▷ genre, teaser warnings. s2f2l, fluff, slight angst, humor, no specific warnings for the teaser

▷ projected release date. august 6th

▷ estimated wc. 20-25k haha,,,ha

this is the fifth installment of the love in unity series! this fic can be read as a standalone, but there will be references to the main plotline and all other yns will be referred to as _!yn

a/n: dude, i literally DRAGGED myself out of writer's block for this 😭😭 so pls reblog when it comes out 😎🤡

TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX. 500 WORDS)

By Saturday morning, Sunwoo had had enough of his own stubbornness and caved. He donned his headphones, grabbed his bag, and headed out the door to do some work in a cafe located on the Ave. There was one that his friend Jacob had recommended to the group awhile back, and Sunwoo hadn’t looked back since.

As he tuned into the episode, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, shivering against the cold, winter winds. February weather was a doozy, and a hot cup of coffee or hot chocolate sounded so very sexy right this moment.

“Welcome to Songbird Station! I’m your host, DJ Dove, and you’re probably wondering what the title of this episode even means, or why I sent that weird, cryptic voice message the other night.”

The traffic light turned green, and Sunwoo began to cross the road, the coffee shop in sight. His hands were beginning to get clammy in his pockets.

“Don’t riot, but friends, it means exactly what it says—” As you exhaled out a breathy kind of laugh, Sunwoo inhaled sharply.

“Helpful,” he muttered under his breath as he pushed into the warmth of the coffee shop. He shook the cold out of his body before hopping into the line to order.

“ —I did actually land myself a date yesterday. Honestly, I’m not really much of a dater; I never really had time with it over the past years because I would, uh… well, I would rather stay in and do music, y’know?”

The corners of Sunwoo’s lips curled up into a smile. Maybe he had been nervous before about this episode’s topic of choice, but he should have had more faith in you. Rather than speak about the date the entire episode, you always managed to worm in a discussion about your passions, and that was the kind of talk that had first gotten Sunwoo hooked. There was something so attractive about hearing or witnessing a person gush about their passions and ambitions—the way their eyes lit up, their posture righted itself, how they smiled so big that one could hear it in their tone of voice.

He was happy that you went out on a date, because you deserved to meet someone who treated you as special as you were. You were a good person, and it wasn’t fair that he was being so salty about it, especially when he was too chicken to—

“Sunwoo?”

His soul practically fell out of his body. “Shit—” He swore, yanking his headphones down with eyes as wide as the earphones. He whirled around to greet you with a flushed face, red like the old Christmas decorations still hanging up from the crown moldings.

You were standing right behind him with a mildly amused look on your face, your lips pressed into a smile and eyes crinkled in absolute delight. You were similarly bundled up like he was to no doubt shield you from the cold on your way here. “Sorry I scared you! I probably should have, like, tapped your shoulder or something, huh?”

Sunwoo let out a nervous laugh and cupped the back of his neck, the skin there warm to the touch. “Oh, uh, no problem at all. I just kinda…”

“Get scared easy?” You offered.

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[maneaterwithtail]

Did Elf Senshi Change or Not

Figured post character development, at the least result of red dragon, use his mithril knife. Maybe tear clothes to make cloth shield

I realize the gag is supposed to make him super duper p**** looking While still committing to the same bit of just standing there and being archetypical even to a goofy degree just elegant Alf as opposed to doofy dwarf

The problem is you have to turn off every other aspect of his personality and behavior in order to get the gag to work to the extreme it goes to

And as even more so in the episodic presentation but especially what came before you figure he would be all about committing himself to a pragmatic solution for his current predicament and group utility.

OK sure not carrying his PAN because it's too heavy for him. so why isn't he carrying anything else that can cook or keep food abd provide safety with or make sure he's armed because he definitely knows how dangerous the dungeon is and how critical it is to have some sort of tool in order to affect violence that might be necessary for living

Contrast and compare say how he introduced the golems to how he's handling the gargoils

Now it's understandable, the gargoyles are new and the golems are known and familiar

And it was pointed out he has a tendency to use his weapons in such a way that he runs them down as opposed to keeps them in the best condition. the exception being his cooking implements which he treasures immensely which might be due to his own single focus on cooking or the fact that you know they're ancestral keepsakes from the closest thing he has to family and the only property he's probably had most of his life

Which is strike 2 on the whole him just leaving the PAN behind because he's kept it with him for literally decades at this point so it's too heavy that's why I left it seems an odd decision (empty and all carrying make more sense)

Having his knife on hand makes perfect sense because a knife is incredibly practical tool that you can use in a variety of situations that are likely to come up especially in combat exploration or survival situations

To be fair that is a knife that he seems to reserve almost exclusively for elements of cooking or at least did until the dragon situation. So naturally at this time it should be readily available for him. Especially as he's just recommitted himself utterly and completely to the good of the group.

And the previous incident had him more or less coming clean and being more open.

so if the issue is " I don't know how to fight without my normal strength and tools" you think he would express this at some point to his leader so that that way he's prepared or ask what to do next when it comes up.

The implication is when he's been Blunt before yes he is doing so but it's also with an unspoken level of communication based on instruction and cooperation such as the incident with the shiki Gami

There 3 members of the party effectively coordinated an attack that was able to come together. With the implication that if not exactly planned this, he knew how to act in conjunction with his friends

Again all of this disappears when he becomes an elf. he apparently loses all sense of unity with the party that he's remarkably been able to work alongside and definitely has been developing this rapport about

He doesn't communicate critical information that would be relevant to ongoing practical concerns nor is he prepared for a likely upcoming practical concern

And he betrays his own limited Arbitrary but established stubbornness such as With regards to keep sakes or sticking to a certain lifestyle or collection even if it's Deviant from his race or others expectation

Simply put Senshi has been surviving in the dungeon on practical terms for very good reasons for a very long time.

I can understand why for instance he could walk around with a broken axe until he got to the point where he could replace it either from a corpse or earning enough coin to go into town and buy one

I could understand for instance him leaving his equipment in one place and then coming back to it later if believe it's critical for his own safety or recovery

None of these apply here and more importantly the party knowing it's roles and how to be armed and what to expect is absolutely critical. so much so that this first off not being taken care of in a passport or between scene is already a bit dubious. We see scenes of them dressing and of them basically rearranging to the circumstances as they are

For instance it makes sense to me that Marcel fired a magic shot even though she doesn't have as much in the tank. it's established very early on how much she is all about and prides herself on magic as well as can often overlook practical concerns and practice and also the realities of things that she might know intellectually but is unfamiliar with in practice.

That's in fact her very constant gag! Though they definitely find new ways to explore that. just the previous episode, for instance, in terms of making familiars As well as designing how to maximize their use

So she keeps hold of her staff, because that's her item. the only one experienced in order to use it especially now, and she instinctively uses too much magic because that's her first instinct at almost all times but then due to a recent disability she has not adjusted to she's taken out of the fight as a direct result

The same as when lios tires out in mid fight. he's gotten used to the strength. so he naturally assumes that that's going to come with stamina only to realize, especially in a fight, that's not the case. but he's only recently had this body and recently addressed its physical realities and this is the first major physical confrontation he's had.

but note he still has armor and he still has a weapon

Chilchuk - I think this is missing in the actual episode z but he just comments how weird his senses feel and when he sticks to his normal strategy of run like hell and hide in a corner. it doesn't work explicitly because he's so big and probably draws greater agro now or nit used to running in this body with these senses

It also makes sense he doesn't compensate for it. he's been established as someone who doesn't regularly fight. the one skill in fighting he's started to establish as firing arrows. I don't think he actually had the bow and Arrows available. and he was up against Stone monsters this time. so understandably didn't even bother to try. especially in a situation that was unfamiliar to him. he's been established as - I don't want to say cowardly but definitely does not stick his neck out unless he absolutely has to though he will try to save someone if they are in danger **which is something we actually see him do**

Nstsumi has a tendency to go on a bit of a feral attack given Traits of animal instincts as a result of her own modification. Hers is arguably the biggest change but 1, she is less established so there is more leeway. 2, we are literally given a reason for it right when it happens. new animal, new instincts. so she doesn't know how to control or respond to them. So she has to be worked around on that level. It's a major change but it's also a major change that's the focus on the scene and folks working on it

But Senshi's there's this major change but then he says there isn't one which doesn't hold up. To be fair he did do the " stand there and look hot "during a battle one time. specifically the Fallon chimera. but even that 1 kind of made sense, because there were Multiple other fighters and he did have a strategy at hand.

'Appease the leader who was threatening the group by having the meal prepared.' it was a weird strategy but again it falls within the 2 sort of obsessions that he's known for and sticks to stubbornly.

Also the threat before then was that the mixed party would basically start fighting each other and in fact a fight had nearly broken out before the chimera attack and he was already doing that so he just didn't change course in order to attack what was already being addressed or at the very least stay out of the way so that he didn't ruin the one strategy he did have when the very attack ran the risk of reigniting interparty conflict

It was certainly Blunt and stubborn and arbitrary but it wasn't thoughtless or Without group concern.

So yeah I do think the transformation in terms of practical effect had way more of a change than I think even he is willing to admit. To be Fair reading his diary versus watching him in a narrative you get the sense yeah you get inside on what he's thinking but you also realize the way he's thinking doesn't necessarily reflect all that's true even in regard to just himself

As an example, the entire hypogriff soup entry is remarkably very truncated and doesn't explain a lot of what's going on

In fact they're surprisingly amount of stuff he glosses over in terms of what he thinks of as relevant or worth noting or reminding himself about

Which hits at a much more mired or thick headed psyche than one might think as opposed to project a deeper wiser one.

[childofflamesandmoonlight]

Help with Deity Dossier?

I did the wonderful Deity Dossier spread by @thiscrookedcrown a few days ago, and while I already have an idea who this entity could be, I would really appreciate a second opinion.

Thank you so much in advance!

Here are the cards I drew (plus some of my notes):

1. The Entity: The Emperor

This represents the spirit, deity, or being in question. The card can be drawn or selected, depending on if you know the nature of the spirit or a card that could represent them.

Leadership

Authority

Reason

Structure

Discipline

Masculine power

Maturity

Responsibility

Stubbornness

Protector

Experience

Knowledge

Confidence

Strength

Dominance

Father figure, boss, older brother, teacher, patriarch

Mind over heart, clear thinking

2. Their History: Temperance

These are past deeds or dealings the spirit has had with either other people or you that you should know about.

Balance

Moderation

Communication

Management of resources

Art

Healing

Testing the water

Patience

Two choices, two people, two sides of a conflict

3. Underlying Influences & Past Experiences: Four of Swords

Similar to Past, this represents influences that could be important to know. This may be an emotional thing rather than a past action. (Example: if previously betrayed by humans, a spirit is less likely to want to deal with humans.)

Inner reflection

Planning

Convalescence

Rest

Recovery

Solid foundations

Solitude

Self-care

Balance

Contemplation

Seclusion

Taking a break

4. Personality, Attitudes & Opinions: Four of Cups

General personality and/or how they think.

Depression

Self-indulgence

Denial

Turning inward

Moodiness

Lack of vision

Self-absorption

Escapism

Not seeing life's blessings and opportunities

Hiding

Discouraged, bored, dissatisfied, apathetic, unmotivated, weary

Having to find new motivation

Breaking the routine

5. Their Current Status: The Moon

Their current status. If a spirit is in trouble, this information would appear here.

Intuition

Deception

Imagination

Emotion

Fear

Illusion

Fantasy

Dreams

Genius

Artistic breakthrough

Confusion

Mystery

Subconscious

Uncertainty

Doubt

Losing your way

Darkness

Creativity

Magic

Inner wisdom

Lack of focus

Confusion

6. Their Health Overall: Page of Swords

The health of the spirit, deity, or being. (Example: A land spirit could be ill or ailing due to pollution.)

Vigilance

Diplomacy

Tact

Intellectual abilities

Talent

Youth

Messenger

Honesty

Truth

Integrity

Fresh outlook

Clarity

Cut to the problem

New phase in your life

New opportunity

Speaking up

Healing from past illness or injuries

Mental clarity to overcome challenges you face

7. Their Mental Health: Six of Pentacles

Their mental health or, possibly, their overall mood.

Generosity

Mentorship

Community giving

Hosting

Involvement

Charity

Sharing what you have with others

Needing help or offering it to others

Reaching out for help

8. What They Like To Do & Have Done For Them: Knight of Pentacles

This could be things they like to do for others, part of their sphere of influence, and/or things that could be used to connect with them or honor them. Think of this like hobbies or likes.

Patience

Long-term plans

Responsibilities

Slow progress

Financially conservative

Serious, dependable, experienced, mature

Parenthood

Love of animals

Financial success

Providing for others

9. Physical Manifestation: Four of Wands

Their physical health or how they could physically manifest. This is especially useful for finding out what deity is contacting you.

Happiness

Family

Unity

Blossoming

New life, new success

Prosperity

Celebration

Harmony

Engagement

Marriage, partnership

Completion of a project

Solidity, stability, security

Grounded

Resting

Recharging

Vacation

Peace

Radiant

Lively

Comforting

Confident

Joyful

Inviting, welcoming, sociable

10. What To Know: The Lovers

Things that are imperative for you to know. This could be used to see how working with this being could affect you in the future.

Love

Commitment

Partnership

Friendship

Attraction

Marriage

Unification

Communication

Trust

11. What To Avoid: King of Wands

Things that are imperative for you to avoid doing. Example: If a spirit hates blood, don’t give blood offerings. This could also be used to see how the spirit could negatively affect you in the future.

Power

Fire

Warmth

Charisma

Charm

Strength

Manipulation

Megalomania

Visionary

Rivalry

Spice

Popularity

Ambition

Greed

Selfishness

Tyranny

Being a bad leader

12. Positive Influences, Friends or Experiences: Six of Wands

What is helpful? What will help your relationship with them? This can be something that is not in the spirit or deity’s sphere of influence but still influences them. A deity might be one of fertility but their sibling could be a deity of war. That will somewhat play into how the spirit acts. Another example would be a spirit becoming powerful because a nearby coven is worshiping it.

Accomplishment

Recognition

Acknowledgement

Praise

Pride

Rewards

Being noticed

Achievements

Affirmation

13. Negative Influences, Enemies or Experiences: Five of Cups

Exactly as above, but the more negative side of things. What isn’t helping this spirit? What will not help your relationship with them? Do they feel used or not appreciated? The examples above also apply.

Negative thinking

Grief

Loss

Inclination to focus on the bad

Difficulty

Trouble letting go of the past

Former hardship, pain or heartbreak

14. Conscious Desires & Thoughts: The Hanged Man

What they want. This could be offerings or a general goal. This may be what they want from you. If they have an agenda they’ll admit to, it will be here.

Crossroads

Decisions

Potential growth

Discernment

Change

Letting go

Waiting

Sacrifice

15. Unconscious Desires & Thoughts: Nine of Cups

This is what they want but won’t admit to or what they don’t know they want. If they have a hidden agenda, it will be here.

Prosperity

Fulfillment

Good luck

Rewards

Bonuses and promotions

Happiness

Attainment of things they desire

Celebration

Wishes

Victory

16. Hopes: Nine of Swords

This can be a general list of hopes, a overall hope for the future, or what they hope to get from you.

Anxiety

Sleeplessness

Depression

Worry

Self-torment

Despair

Nightmares

Haunted

Guilt

Old wounds that have not healed

Stress

17. Fears: The Devil

This can be a general list of fears, what they fear for the future, or what they’re concerned about in regards to you or your life. 

Bondage

Failure

Obsession

Addiction

Depression

Materialism

Lust

Illusion

Temptation

Constraints

Harmful attachments, bonds and impulses

Bad habits

Codependency

[celticcrossanon]

BRF Reading - 10th of March, 2024

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 10th of March, 2024

Question: Did King Charles ever plan to 'give' the Commonwealth Realms to one of his sons in some way?

Interpretation: Very possibly

Card One: The High Priestess

The energy of this card is of hidden secrets that have yet to be revealed. The card shows Persephone as Queen of the Underworld, the place where secrets are hidden, blocking the path to the daylight world so the secrets can not escape and be revealed. The energy is very strongly of secrets, things that are hidden and are not yet ready to be revealed.

This is very frustrating for me as an answer to my question because I wanted to know!

Card Two: The Seven of Wands

This is a card of arguments, strife, and holding your ground. It tells me that there have been arguments about this behind the scenes, but not what the arguments were about. The energy is of someone being stubborn in the face of opposition - like X is saying "you can have M and I will give N to someone else' and the person is saying 'No, I want N", or as if a person is being told No but they are persisting in their idea and trying to find a way to make the No a Yes. It is very much an energy of standing your ground on an idea and not backing down or giving it up.

Wands are the suit of PR, and I have bits from media reports to throw into the mix (sorry these are all Australian):

At one time King Charles, then the Prince of Wales, offered to be Governor-General of Australia and was turned down by the then Prime Minister, Bob Hawke (PM from 1983 to 1991). Charles said about this later  "So, what are you supposed to think when you are prepared to do something to help and you are just told you're not wanted?''

As background to this, in 1976 there was a letter from the royal household to the then Governor-General of Australia, Sir John Kerr, stated that the Queen did not want Prince Charles to be Governor General until he had a 'settled married life'. So the topic was raised by the Australian Government at that time.

Both Prince William and Prince Harry apparently expressed an interest in being the Governor General of either Australia or Canada in 2009. It was reported that the princes "would give very serious consideration" to the offer if it was made to them, which obviously did not happen.

Card Three: The Sun

The Sun is a very positive and optimistic card. In answer to a yes/no question it means yes. It is a card of success, confidence, and truth. The picture on the card is of the god Apollo, the favoured child of the ruler of the gods, Zeus. "Sun" also sounds the same as "son". All these things taken together tell me that yes, there was an idea of turning over the Commonwealth Realms to one of King Charles's sons in some way - maybe by having him as Governor-General of one or more realms, maybe in another way. The exact details are in those secrets being guarded by the High Priestess. :)

The energy of this card is that of the golden child, the favoured son, the one who can do no wrong. That energy tells me that if this idea/plan was successful, then the position would go to whoever was the favoured child of King Charles at that point in time.

Underlying Energy: The Lovers

This is a card of choices, relationships, balance, and unity. The energy here is of partnerships - those within King Charles and his family, and those between the Realms of the Commonwealth and Great Britain. I feel that it was important that nothing was done to disrupt the relationships between the Commonwealth Realms and Great Britain, so the bestowing of a realm on one or both of the sons of the Prince of Wales (as he was then) could only be done with the approval of the government of that realm, and that was not forthcoming. It's all about people being able to choose their own government, King Charles wanted to choose a realm for each of his sons, and the delicate balance that maintains the partnership between the people of the realm, their government, and their relationship with the Royal Family and their official Head of State.

Conclusion:

The details are secret and are not yet ready to be revealed, but it looks like there was an attempt by King Charles to 'gift' a Commonwealth Realm to each of his sons, or to 'gift' all of the Commonwealth Realms to one son. This idea would disturb the balance between the people of the realm, their government, and their head of state (the monarch of Great Britain), and so has not yet eventuated.

[mortifying-macaroni]

What's got you into the whole Tremere/Tzimisce dynamic? Just curious to know. I like them too

Well, anon, I'm glad you asked (btw you've got excellent taste). I'll try to keep it short and sweet with a few main bullet points *cracks fingers*

It's the perfect foundation for "somewhat acquaintances to enemies to lovers". Their first means of interaction stemmed from curiosity to potential cooperation laced with some form of trust as they partook in exchanging of knowledge and magic acumen, hell even some Tzimisce got embraced while carrying a Tremere name. Moreover, they lived in this brief unity until it all got squandered by the blood wizards' betrayal as we know.

Both clans are pretty much two enigmas wrapped in a mystery that battled on a tight rope throughout the ages. Despite the rocky road they're fiercely tangoing on, the fire from their mutual hatred keeps them on their feet as they're restlessly trying to take the lead in bringing the other party to their downfall. There are certain things that entwine them, things that establish a common ground for them to agree upon. Aside from the bit of blood they share by forceful means from the Tremere's side, both clans foster this penchant for torture in the name of academic pursuits. If melding their minds by combining their methods for causing destruction, then these two bloodlines could've been the most fearsome clan duo of educated executioners throughout kindred history.

I've already quoted this one part somewhere (*ahem* my fic), but they have the potential to work like scissors- the blades function to that of a married couple that carry out their tasks together in perfect synchronicity and unison, with equal toil put into it. They're two hands holding the gun, the hammer and firing pin pushing the bullet out. One example of that is their co-op dependant ability to create Blood Brothers. Think about it, A koldun fleshcrafter and a thaumaturgy sorcerer can mass produce walking weapons of annihilation, sort of like their "children" birthed for war through brutality and blood magic.

The whole kindred world may be cursing at them, deeming them as inhumane monsters and murderers and yet the Tzimisce and Tremere can only slow dance to the beat of chaos and pure pandemonium unfolding around them. Everything may as well be crumbling into ruin, but they'd still see an opportunity to salvage something from the suffering of others. What's more, I imagine if they were in a relationship they'd be partial to mutual inflictions of pain. All the pent up clan tension could provide an outlet to channel that (whether it be caused or sustained) hurt into a sort of gratification that nobody else could provide them.

A Tzimisce is an instrument of pain that a Tremere can learn to, not only appreciate, but study, even without applying force; just how a Tremere's knowledge can serve as a song for a Tzimisce to learn through guidance. Furthermore, if given the chance, either of them would kill or burn the whole world for their partner no questions asked. Even though they bring out the worst in each other, they'd remain where they are because nobody else can handle or keep up with all of their "ugly" aspects.

In other words, if only they weren't so stubborn about their clan beef, they could not only have the kinkiest sex imaginable, but also establish a Gomez/Morticia relationship if they'd just work everything out.

I have only one Tremere/Tzimisce ship, so I'm kinda going based on my own little headcanons regarding their own issues and how they can personally work together through them, in addition to some lore I've dug out on top of that.

Final verdict (in my humble, yet correct opinion): Best ship dynamic in VTM with Nosferatu/Toreador being the runner ups

[sunsents]

Jake Sully - For Duty and Heart

Trust Your People Part 2

Here it finally is! I don't know why, but whenever I schedule to write something a big event gets in the way. I literally had my final exams the time I posted trust your people like I swear I don't do it on purpose 😟. Anyways, I really hate how this turned out. I was hoping to add a smut scene and develop their relationship with more depth but I unfortunately didn't have the time nor energy to do so. It's fine since I have more projects planned with Jake so I hope to flourish them.

Read part 1 here

Summary —> After sharing an intimate moment with Toruk Makto under Vitraya Ramonung, you struggle to deal with your boiling feelings.

Pairing: jakesully x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Words: 6.7k

Warnings: insecurities/jake, again, is too hot/mentions of war and guns/mentions of violence/cursing/kissing

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

Vocabulary:

angtsik - hammerhead titanothere

kali'weya - arachnoid 

Ikran/ikrana - mountain banshee

tewng - loincloth

palulukan - thanator

swotu seyn - sacred place/chair for the clan leader

yomyo lerik - leaf plate

pxen - functional clothing

When you first acknowledged your feelings for JakeSully, your planet shook, heart leapt and hands clammed. 

Almost falling off ikrana did that to a na'vi.

Four moon cycles before the war with the skypeople, you had no choice but to join JakeSully on his iknimaya, as Sa'eyü and Thak, your students, were also in due time. Being followed by the young tawtute warrior was a definite surprise - perhaps impressive since he easily caught your tail on his first flight. His ikrana Bob kept taunting your beautiful boy, and it was all consuming to ignore your feelings of intense wrath. 

It took too much of you to ignore him, but Jake was a stubborn man. You revered your Ikrana's head towards the tawtute, causing a chain of events that involved you and a dream walker to butt horns like two angtsik in all subjects but Eywa's beauty.

And that was saying something, as living in Eywa's beauty was like breathing and eating. 

Now, after the war, after acknowledging your feelings, and after Jake is no longer a young warrior but a mighty one, you watch him claim the title of Olo'eyktan. He wears long garments of silky kali'weya weaving that start from his neck, and pool at his feet. The cloth holds significant meaning due to the hard obtaining process - kali'weya are quite tricky. You remember being bitten by one in your tenth cycle, removing the poison was painful and time-consuming. 

His locks cascade down his back, braids adorned with beads of red and green to signify his stance in the forest - a bringer of peace and harmony. Feathers of white, red and brown protrude from his girthy shoulders, his thick, muscly thighs bulge from the long tewng that sit loosely on his hips, and his arms, legs, feet, and neck are adorned with the most beautiful pieces of jewelry that it's like looking at the eclipse sky. The headpiece that sits proudly on his forehead ignites feelings that prickle your skin and tug at your heart. 

No matter how long you gawk at him, your praises won't do justice at how magnificent he looks. Thank Eywa it is custom to gaze at the Olo'Eyktan as he opens his arm in unity to deliver his speech, because you're sure if this was any other instance, you'd be acclaimed a creep and cast out to live in the palulukan den few walks away from cave Kelkuk'tel. 

Jake announces the celebrations to begin and a chaotic jumble of shouts, cheers and drums erupt around you. You're still staring at him when he sits on his swotu seyn, all the while pretending like you're interested in the conversation around you. It's an obscene scene; watching the new Olo'eyktan while you bring teylu and fruits into your mouth and chew air as the long forgotten pieces fall back on your yomyo lerik. 

You don't know what kind of power it is that lures you towards JakeSully, but you hope it's not Eywa herself that's giving you painful nudges. 

It seems the deity's efforts fall fruitless on you, because when the celebration is finished and you're helping the cleaning process that you feel a tap on your back. You turn back with a grin, expecting one of your family members or a friend - until you realize it's far from the truth. JakeSully stands infront of you with a shy smile, looking comically uncharacteristic in his Olo'Eyktan pxen.

"Olo'Eyktan Jake." you're quick to acknowledge him with two fingers on your forehead, ignoring the rapid thrumming of your heart that make your ears flick and tail swish. 

He returns the gesture, "Please," he snorts, catching your mocking tone. "Drop the theatrics."

You roll your eyes almost instinctively - he had that kind of effect on people. Or maybe it was just you. 

"I do not know this theatrics, but I didn't drop anything of mine." you say, crossing your arms.

Jake gifts you a hearty laugh that bubbles from his throat and kisses your ears. You cannot help but grin widely at his brightened face - feeling embarrassed in his presence for not understanding his alien words. You simply couldn't stop looking at him this eclipse. He was just so...lookable.

"No," a chuckle escapes him once again, then he clears his throat. "It's just an expression..."

You tilt your head in confusion, wanting to run away from this interaction as soon as possible. Now would be a good time...you can take on foot, hide behind a fat treetrunk and wait for his scent to dissolve - because it's clouding your head and dizzying your senses.

He must think you're an idiot for not understanding his language. After all, Grace had taught you, and you've been speaking English since childhood - even after the accident.

"Nevermind." Jake shakes his head after your silence, and you beg Eywa for a palulukan to snatch you away. "I actually wanted to ask you something,"

At that, your eyes shine. Chest bubbling in excitement for a brief moment, you clench your fist to calm yourself down. Guilt washes over you like a tidal wave for entertaining such feelings when the clan was suffering a great loss.

The war with the Skypeople was heartbreaking. The irreplaceable losses and lives still haunt your dreams and weigh on your chest like stones - it falters with your daily routine and you feel guilty. Your dearest brother and sisters joined Eywa in a second life of peace and tranquility but this knowledge did nothing to ease your aching heart. The fact that you partook in the destruction of Eywa's children, even if it was to keep your land safe, burns your entire being. 

Memories of choking on ashes while watching the greenery burst in flames flood your thoughts. The human clunks of metal were ugly, trashing on their strangely hind legs and hysterically causing wreckage on beautiful fauna. Trying to fight one off was even more traumatizing - you still remember a metal arm holding you by your kuru, a part most sacred and sensitive, flailing you around like you were an insignificant bug. 

It was excruciatingly painful and impossible to forget, the memory makes you instinctively move a hand to your kuru and softly rub it. Jake's eye-brow furrow (you were still getting used to them), knowing the scars you've suffered, though he doesn't comment.

You clear your throat, "What is it?"

Jake fidgets, then a look of dawning overcomes his features (you assume that it has something to do with him being Olo'Eyktan and fidgeting like a guilty child). He quickly straightens his posture and squares his shoulder. "I wanted to ask you if you'd take over Takuk's position - be my right hand...woman."

Your eyes widen at his words, feeling inexplainable dread. Tightly hidden insecurities dawn on your entire being, causing you to freeze. Were you strong enough to take on such responsibility? 

Yes, you had fought alongside Toruk Makto, but that was pure adrenaline pumping through your veins. Now, you feel as if you're looking at yourself in third person, viewing your life in scrutiny to nitpick every detail that makes you think you don't deserve this position. The only word you can choke out in this realization is; "Why?"

Jake's ears fold and his tail lowers, "Because you're the strongest warrior I know. You're logical, and have insane knowledge on tactics my thick skull can't understand - I want someone like you on my side."

I want someone like you on my side.

His words echo around your head when you simply nod your head, mind swiveling in all the praise and admiration.

"Of course, this also means we have to get along with each other."

Jake's words cause your tail to coil around your leg. "I thought we were already doing that..." you frown, heart stuttering. 

Had your time in Vitraya Ramonung meant nothing? You distinctly remember comforting Toruk Makto in times of need and forming an unspoken understanding. Was it that you simply drank too much, and fantasized the entirety of the interaction?

After fighting alongside him in a war, spiteful feeling were completely forgotten - at least on your part. Though, as you gaze at him, they forge from entirely different feelings that you won't even dare think. 

"Oh?" Jake smiles, fangs greeting you in mocking. They remind you just how handsome and shiny he is, and then of course, how unreachable he became. "I thought you didn't like me, sweets."

Your head tilts at the unfamiliar yet weirdly intimate nickname. "I don't hate you, JakeSully. It is only that..."

"Yeah, of course." Jake shakes his head, taking a step forward. You still keep an assured distance between your two bodies. "I understand we don't see eye to eye, but we can learn to get along for the sake of the clan."

You hum, for the sake of the people. You shall accept this position for the people and the people only. 

The people could've looked after themselves just fine.

For the past two months, you have done nothing but train, theorize, plan - repeat. Days are spent tracking new hunting trails, amplifying defenses, aiding to the needs of the people, any many more impossibly dull activities that have you knocked out before your head even hits your nest. Not to mention something you like you like to call, Moat duty.

The name of the activity is much less interesting than the actual occasion. Helping the Tsahik and her herd of healers was heaps fun because they'd let you roam free and touch around the herbs and clutters of equipment - experimenting new medicinal techniques only you could understand since you were barely trained in the art, and only there to deliver supplies. 

This new arrangement meant spending time with Tsakarem, Neytiri. She had staked her claim on Jake quite clearly, and was assured that no one dare challenge her - this applied to you as well. She didn't see your feelings as a threat because she didn't see them at all. 

You had masked your affections towards Jake as distate and dug a grave for them in doing so, burying them alive. Clan members praised you for maturely tolerating Jake's presence and being his trusted aid - it was far from the truth.

You longed for him. The night in Vitraya Ramonung had only amplified your feelings for the man - remembering how ethereal he looked, gazing at you with soft eyes, you were positively giddy at the memory.

This notion had only caused a larger inner-turmoil. Why was it that you tortured yourself, rather than just be out with it? What could go wrong if you marched up to the man, confessed how deeply you crave him, then kissed his incredibly plush-looking ones that probably taste like yovo fruit and love. 

Oh yes, your pride. 

Besides, your relationship was now strictly professional. You didn't have time to prance around in your lovesick ways. You had responsibilities to the clan and to him.

Which is how you and Neytiri formed an unusual friendship. She didn't know your affections for Jake but still approached you with hesitancy. You had to reassure her that Jake would never see you as more than an aid, and that you didn't stand a chance against her anyways. This declaration warmed her right up, chatting with you animatedly about her tsakarem duties each time you visited.

This newfound arrangement with the healers did lessen the dull ache of being consumed in clan duties - but responsibilities always catch up to poke and prod at you, or rather, Jake.

Seated on a plush cushion in the heart of hometree where duties of importance are carried out, you carve a gathering list for the new cycle when a thunk alerts you. A group of younglings are sat around a distant fire, chatting amongst themselves. Gatherers are scattered about, ready to scavenge eclipse specialties. 

You're otherwise alone in kelutral, the orange glow of fire exuding dimly around the vast opening. Notes of evergreen and birch smoke waft across Jake's chest when he sits infront of you, and if you weren't sitting down, you'd probably have toppled over at his scent.

"Whatcha doing?" he asks, nonchalant. This was another issue you had with him, even though he was your leader, he acted way too relaxed around you. At first, clan duty consumed him. He was overpreapered for everything, ensuring protection all across Omaticaya acreage if the Skyepople were to strike again. Though, they never did. 

After the war Jake had ensured they left Eywa's child, never to return. You assured yourself every night that they cannot get you anymore. Living in fear accomplishes nothing, thus, slowly going back to the flow of life was easy for you.

Although, Jake was overworked and over-worried. Tsu'tey vowed his position to Jake as he laid dying - the young warrior was thrusted into a responsibility he wasn't trained for. Jake struggled to keep his promise and it was evident, he was trying his best to live up to Eytukan and Tsu'tey. 

You sat him down one eclipse and told him that over-preparing would be a waste of resources - of course with an intricately crafted, logical explanation to persuade him. Since then, he slowly started to ease, leaning on your support to ground him when he panics. This was why he had chosen you as his aid - you were sent to stabilize his erratic ways, Eywa deemed it so.

Now though, he was finally adjusting to his position. He had grown confident in his abilities to lead, and his presence had grown demanding and mighty. You felt strangely proud, having seen him when he was only a scared vrrtep.

His tail flickers around as you halt your thoughts before they hit territory you do not want to explore, instead focusing on Olo'Eyktan. You merely hum, continuing your carving with the sharpest end of your blade.

"Aight, fine then, you asked for this..." Jake pauses to think, then continues, surely having found something incredibly threatening. "I'll tickle you."

You shake your head in disbelief, glancing at him with an incredulous look before going back to swiping your blade on the piece of wood. Jake knows very well that you're not ticklish.

You see him frown from the corner of your eye, "I get it." he quickly regains his grin. "Our connection is deeper than words."

You can't help the chuckle that escapes you, finally stopping your cross hatching. You hand the wood to Jake, then simply say, "Meal plan, dork."

Jake carefully takes the plate with a wide grin. "I see you have picked up on my lingo."

You frown, crossing your arms. How dare he- "I don't have anything of yours!"

Jake slaps his knee with one hand, laughing loudly. You're quick to sush him, reminding him that the clan is deep in slumber.

"No! God, you kill me sometimes." he chuckles, though quieter this time.

At his words, a look of pure horror flashes your features, which only makes Jake laugh more.

"Jakesooly, if you don't tell me what this lingo means, I shall flail you around with that scrawny tail of yours!"

Jake suddenly shuts up, gulping in terror at the prospect. "Sorry ma'am." he says, tone mock strick. "It just means you're using my alien language - you're gettin' used to hearing it."

"I suppose," you nod, "We don't have many lingo in Na'vi. Your language is funny."

Jake only smiles at your words, looking at you with feelings you can't quite dissect. He looks at you like the way your niece Aëteyna looks at Atokirina, mesmerized - the realization creates a deep, gaping hole in your stomach. You clear your throat, tail thumping once on the ground.

"Speak Na'vi with me, sxkawng." 

Jake's bottom lip curls as he stands up, towering over your relaxed frame. "Don't wanna," he retorts and puts his hands on his hips.

Standing up, you mirror your pose with frustrated sigh. "Wiyah! You are like baby." 

"Only for you," he muses, suddenly switching to Na'vi. 

What he actually means is, he can only be a little shit towards you - his words, not yours - because if he did it to anyone else, they'd probably pluck his eyes out. You, however, are rather amused with his antics (although you'd never admit it). Sadly, it seems the man has discovered your soft spot, and was using it to his benefit.

You're about to smack his hip with your tail when Jake stills. His playful aura completely diminishes, being replaced with something more stoic and professional. His presence overpowers your senses and makes you almost cower at his tall stance but you keep your composure.

"How could I forget..." his jaw clenches, and you take a tentative step backwards to let him think. With a heart sputtering growl, he kneels down next to the fire. You follow suit, suddenly worried.

"Tarsem discovered human machines not far from base. They seem abandoned, but we can't know for sure." 

You nod, careful to approach the subject. You opt to staying silent until he finishes.

"I think we should use it to our benefit - the guns, grenades, resources. It'll strengthen us, give us manpower."

You pause for a moment. What he suggests isn't a bad idea at all, yet using the resources that destroyed your home feels like a betrayal. You're caught between duty and heart, "The people - they won't react well."

Jake nods, "I know, we just gotta get them used to it."

"Jakesooly, this will need new resource planning. The entire plan!" you complain, tiredness seeping out of your eyes and making your head drowsy.

Jake sighs, "I know sweetheart, but if we work together we can do it."

You groan, massaging your temple. Jake frowns, yet he stands unwavering. He's set on this idea, and when he's set on something, he won't stop until he achieves it - you had to learn this the hard way. "Who else have you told?"

"Besides Tarsem, just you. I wanted to hear your thoughts first..." Jake's voice is so soft that you have to lean in closer to hear him. 

You give him a hum of acknowledgment for his wise decision - lest he sprung it upon the people during dinner time, you really would flail him around with his tail. "It is not a bad idea, but..." you trail off, unsure.

Jake puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder and you fight the urge the shiver. Physical contact with Jake is kept to a minimal, almost never occurring. The only time you touched his soft skin was at Vitraya Ramonung, and even that was  a short instance.

"But?" Jake asks.

You turn your gaze to him, "It feels...wrong."

Jake's silence stretches between you two. His tail is flailing around again, indicating that he's deep in thought. After some time, he settles on; "It should feel wrong. It's only natural."

Your ears raise at his words.

"What I mean is," he continues. "The sky-people put you through so much pain, using their equipment would be hard."

You nod, heart fluttering when he softly says your name. He removes his hand from your shoulder and you ache for his warmth. 

"It's the only way we can win against them. They will come back, stronger than ever. If we know what we're up against we could take em' on again. I was a warrior for the jarhead clan, yes, but I'm no scientist. I know nothin' about those clunks of metal."

Jake looks at you with utter desperation, arms open and eyes pleading. Relenting, you let his words sink in. If the skypeople were to come back you don't know how you would cope. The notion is horrifying, so you simply let out a weak, "Okay," before rising to your full height.

Jake follows suit, warmth exuding from his strong body. Your legs feel positively weak under his unrelentless gaze - how were you the strongest warrior when Jake could've easily demolished you with a single touch?

"It is late, Olo'Eyktan Jake. This topic...we will discuss it later on, tomorrow," you say, hoping to escape from his electrifying frame. 

You couldn't think properly about the discovered clunk of metal when his yellow eyes are half lidded, cheeks tinted purple from the fire's warmth, and his soft yet bulky body looks mouth watering. He was burlier than Omaticaya men due to his tawtute origins, and the prospect of such a thick, warm body makes your head spin. You have to pinch your thigh to keep yourself at bay - he was absolutely ravishing. 

"Later?" Jake mumbles, suddenly switching to a playful tone. "That's too long."

You roll your eyes, trying to calm your embarrassingly fast heart. Your stupid feelings were acting quite ravenous today, and you felt nothing but shame. Trying to ease the tension, you joke; "Jakesooly, you are stubborn."

"Exactly how Toruk Makto needs to be." he muses, his hands on his incredibly slim and toned hips again. His v-line portrudes with a small bulge of his lower belly - soft and delicious. You sigh, gaze fluttering, but hide it by clearing your throat at his awful joke.

"We are both tired, we shall retreat and have a clearer mind tomorrow."

Jake takes a step forward, "I'm not talkin' about that, sweetheart."

Your breath hitches, "You are a sxkawng. It will always be a mystery how so many women desire you." 

The moment your lie slips, you wince. Jake, standing before you, was proof in itself why women sought him out. This thought makes your fists clench and teeth grit.

Jake rolls his eyes, "Everyone but you, it seems." he mumbles, frowning. 

He must be teasing you again. You're quick to move the attention from yourself, "Speaking of women, you should mate with someone soon. The clan is without tsahik."

Jake lets out a grunt of disapproval, "Why is it that I have to mate with a healer. The clan already has enough of those, and Moat's got it covered."

You laugh at him, "It is the way, Jake."

"I know I know," he rolls his eyes, head swiveling. "I get enough of this from Tarsem and Takuk. I don't need it from you too."

You tilt your head in a nod that displays your apology, but you're quick to grin. "Neytiri is seeking you out often, hm?" You tilt your head the other way with a teasing smile, taking a step forward with open arms. Your newfound attitude takes you by surprise, but it's the only way you can think of to mask your frustration.

Talking about Neytiri would probably be your end - the thought of them together, mating. Neytiri was kind and a great tsakarem, she would serve the clan well. You can only tease Jake as the aftertaste of this gut wrenching realization settles in.

Jake, however, visibly splutters at your teasing closeness, probably never really experiencing this side of you.

Your grin turns into a smirk, sly and taunting - one of which hides your urge to burst into tears. Jake takes a step backwards as you advance at him, "Look at you, you're blushing!" you shout in Na'vi.

Jake growls, "I'm not blushing because of that."

You scoff, holding a finger up. "Don't try to lie to me Jakesooly, I can see right through you." 

"You-" Jake starts, furious and flustered. "Damn, not as much as you thought then, sweetheart!" 

"What is it that’s making you this color?" You take another big step forward, anticipating his response. He looks all flushed and embarrassed like this, it's adorable. You just want to poke and prod at him until he breaks down.

"Because," he starts, words dying. "Because you-"

He takes another step back, and you take it as your que to follow. "Come on, narlor 'evan. Why are you all shy now?" you say, hoping he still hasn't learnt what narlor means. 

You don't know what keeps fueling this sudden confidence of yours, but perhaps it's the urge to prod into Jake and Neytiri's relationship. If he confirms it himself, assures their courtship and confesses that he's in love with Neytiri, you're certain you'll be able to get over him.

It's a painful but necessary step.

However, Jake's face merely heats more, back hitting the trunk of hometree. You raise your chin at him, arms open and taunting.

"I never knew you were this sly!" he cries out your name in shock, using his hand as a fan to cool his face. 

You laugh at his antics, shrugging. "Come on, don't hold back on me Jake, speak!" you demand, your face closing in on his before you realize how close you are, and step back a little. 

Jake stares at you for a beat, completely frozen. He twitches, then lets out a grunt before suddenly pouncing on you. You don't realize what's happening until JakeSully is hugging you. 

It's his warmth that alerts you, you don't know if it's because he sat by the fire too long, or because he's simply embarrassed to be inflicting such an intimate form of affection, but he's burning. His muscles, all firm yet soft, dig into all the right places; strong biceps pressed to your back, the soft flesh of his chest smothering you to see stars around your eyelids, and his delicious abdomen pressing against your stomach. 

The skin to skin contact makes you dizzy. You've spent nights wondering the differences of his dreamwalker body - it's the strangely soft yet firm. Jake's frame almost consumes you, engulfing you in his scent and protection.

It's hard to keep upright and you're sure your legs stopped working. If it wasn't for his tight hold, your legs would betray you, and you don't even feel mad about it. He presses you into his incredibly delicious chest which causes you to breath him. His hot, plush skin that smells of wind, musk and vetiver - it's enough to make a woman feral. 

Of course, confused is an understatement. You don't know what compelled Jake to plunge you into his body so intimately but you're thanking it. Perhaps it was your merciless teasing which was way past your rank - he's Olo'Eyktan, you scold yourself. The reality of the situation floods in, but theres nothing else you can do other than loop your shaking arms around him, trying to embed his body into your memory. 

"Jake?" your voice comes out as nothing but a pathetic rasp. You can feel Jake's heavy breathing against your skin, his chest rising and falling in deep, labored breaths. He stutters for a moment, and you feel him gulp against your collar. 

He takes a deep, long breath - one that makes you question if you bathed today. You close your eyes, not resisting in the slightest. 

This must be what bliss feels like. This was like meeting Eywa and letting her engulf you in her love - but Jake's embrace was far from Eywa's motherly grasp. He was an intense desire you've been crazing since the moment you set your eyes on him, and supressing this desire had done nothing but enrage it.

Jake's tail trashes, "I-" he starts, voice broken. He quickly removes himself from you, looking at you with wide eyes. "Good night," is all he mutters before quickly walking away.

It's not until two eclipses later that you see Jake. 

It seems the Olo'Eyktan was busy ignoring you the better half of his days, while the latter was spent reorganizing resource management in awkward silence. You were thankful for Tarsem, Nel'yan and other few clan associates for their involvement in the reiteration plans because the tense air was suffocating. His attitude painfully itched and poked at your poor, shriveled heart. When Jake hugged you he wreaked all the protective barriers you've spent years carefully building, and left you with the all-consuming feeling of worry.

The questions that swarm your head lead to one conclusions; he must regret hugging you. It wasn't the hug, but that he got so close to your kuru. His wandering hands had captured your kuru when they winded around your body and pressed you against his chest. He had rubbed the tightly knit braid that kept the soft skin of your kuru safe, and you could merely let him with buckled knees and ragged breaths.

Your eyes glaze over at the memory, and you don't notice that you and Jake are alone in the small marui this eclipse. You were so caught up over your thoughts that you didn't realize you had finished for the night. A large board of wood lays on the leather mat, cross hatched into an unrecognizable mess to the naked eye. Although, you know the figures by heart, so you merely hum and stand up. Too scared to glance at your Olo'Eyktan, you busy yourself by gathering your materials and putting them back into their respected places. 

"I am finished, Olo'Eyktan."

You hear Jake's breath hitch as your ears flicker. It's soft but effective and your stomach churns. 

"Alright," he replies, not stopping his working hands. You finally find the courage to look at him, but when you suddenly raise your head, Jake is quick to look down. He grunts as he drags his knife on the trunk, leaving wood shavings in his wake.

"I shall take my leave," You quickly stride towards the opening, "Goodni-"

"Wait!" Jake has finally risen from his position, one arm reaching towards your direction.

"Yes?" you raise your head, waiting for your superior's command.

"I need erm," he snaps his four fingered hand once, twice, until he points at you. "More plates. I messed up mine."

Hesitantly, you nod. Jake was more than capable of retrieving the wooden plates himself, as they were only two steps away from his position. Alas, as Olo'Eyktan requests, you reach for a few plates then hand them over.

You quickly mutter a goodnight, ready to leave, when Jake's calling of your name halts you in your step. You turn to ask what it is that he requires now.

"I'm a little hungry," he says, rubbing his belly. "Can you bring me some yovo fruit?"

You can merely give him an incredulous look as you unseath your dagger from your satchel and walk towards the flap of the marui. When you decided to aid Jake in his duties, this was not what you had in mind. You desperately want to object - and perhaps in any other circumstances you would - but going against Jake meant you needed to interact with him longer than ten seconds, which your thumping little heart couldn't take.

You pick a few yovo fruit from the clearing and toss them into the marui. The soft umph sound from Jake makes you smirk, feeling all too prideful for accidentally hitting him. 

Entering the marui again, you finally start to pack up. "Goodnight," you mutter before a hand clasps your arm. 

"Wait," Jake breathes shakily, "Erm, I need a few leaves to wrap around the plates."

You huff in annoyance, ripping your arm around him. "As you wish." you reply, though your tone has venomous undertones ready to burst. He was making you do footwork in a time such as this. 

You grab a few, rather smaller than desirable, kelutral leaves and bunch them together. Fastening your pace, you place them on Jake's side and quickly put away the remaining of your stuff. Jake doesn't interject, but merely watches you with an expression you cannot dissect. 

"If there is nothing else, Jakesooly, I am to leave."  your tone is assured and firm now, giving him a once over. 

Just as you're about to leave, Jake's quick strides catch up to you. His hand stops your shoulder, and you harshly turn, seething. You don't even notice how close you're standing, but surely Jake must have with you letting out gusts of fire through your nose. 

"Enough of this, Jakesooly! If you want someth- umpfh!"

A pair of soft lips; balmy, soft skin that smell of herbs. Your head explodes with senses, eyes blown out, body frozen in time. Jake's hands tightly squeeze your sides as he keeps you in place, lips locked tightly on yours. He doesn't move, and neither do you. You've stopped functioning all together, heart ready to thump out of your chest.

Jake pulls away but keeps his hands on your shoulders. He looks at you with wide eyes, tinted cheeks and a plumped mouth - he was obscenely attractive in his Olo'Eyktan garments. The only sounds in the marui are his braids crinkling together and the crackling of the fire.

"I'm sorry - I should have asked..."

You smash your lips onto his with burning fervor. His arms immediately wrap around you as he kisses you back. His hold is tight and firm, pressing you into his body with intense greed, though it's not needed - you're clutching on him like you've gone mad; like if you were to part from him, this would all become a distant memory. So you don't let go, tangling your fingers into his braids and softly gripping them, angling his face to your liking. 

"F-fuck." he groans out, struggling to catch his breath but hungrily going back in for more wet, peppered kiss. You can merely shiver at his reactions while running your other hand down the expanse of his back, to his small, band adorned waist. The panes of his back are strong with crevices you yearn to explore, and you can feel them gyrate against your fingertips when his wandering hands palm your waist, then the small of your back. His touch is electrifying as he feels your body with great ardour. 

His lips are wet and warm and, Eywa - you can't bring yourself to pull away. His lips taste almost sweet and you feel yourself drowning in him.

Your breath turns into desperate huffs when he opens your mouth with his and slowly licks his way in. The delicious taste of his tounge and yovo fruit buckle your knees, and Jake is quick to catch you. His strong bicep tuck under your bottom and he palms your thigh to keep you tightly against him. His calloused hands are squeezing your thighs and smoothing up and down your back - it's enough to make you completely lose yourself. 

With a deep grumble that bubbles from your throat, you completely push your body against him, trusting him to keep you upright completely. Both his arms close around your bottom, rougly squeezing it against his abdomen. You flinch at his action, his hands are so big and strong as they knead at your skin. It makes your stomach erupt in fireworks, and you hungrily try to kiss him back. 

Unfortunately, it becomes too hard to breath. You pull away to gasp for air but Jake doesn't approve. He closes in on you the moment you put some distance, hungrily chasing your lips with a whine. "No." he croaks, firm. "More..." 

And more you give him. You kiss his lips, softly grazing his tongue with yours, then explore around his mouth with tender kisses. He lowers his head into the crevice of your neck and breathes your skin - you feel his chest expand obscenely. His inhale leads to a guttural groan until he suddenly lets go, almost ripping himself away from you.

You can merely look at him in confusion, dazed. Why had he stopped? Did he not enjoy it? You don't know if you could handle that answer right.

The look of pure desperation Jake gives you makes all your insecurities wash away. "I-" he heaves, closing in on you once again. He doesn't meet your lips but clutches on your body like a young child with their first bow. "I wanna wait 'till tomorrow to mate with you, but I don't think I can. Please..." he whispers your name, and you can see his ears point down and his tail reach around you to wrap around your waist. 

His words completely knock the breath out of you. He wanted you as his mate? How could this possibly- Were you interpreting his actions wrong all this time? 

A wave of hot embarassment passes through you, and you suddenly feel the need to sit down. Of course he was going to be your muntxa, he had to be after kissing you like that.

Jake sits with you, concern written on his face. "You okay, angel?" he grabs his cup of ar'lek tea Moat had brewed him for his headache, and hands it to you. 

It's still fairly hot and you look down at it. The small cup looks minuscule held in his hands, and you gulp, remembering how those hands had cupped such an intimate part of your body. You can feel the flush that kisses your cheeks with the though, and you're quick to turn away the tea.

He softly says your name, "Is it too soon?" he asks, then suddenly retracts. "Oh...son of a bitch, I didn't even ask-" frustrated, he runs a hand through his braids. "I'm such a dumbass, good going Jake!"

He physically deflates, and your heart squeezes. You're quick to put an arm around him and press a kiss to his cheek. Jake drunkenly cups where your lips had once been and gives you a goofy smile. You can't help but chuckle at him. "I want to be your mate Jake. I have wanted it when I first met you."

Jake visibly perks up, "Wha- I thought you hated me!" 

"No, sxkawng!" you huff, "I wanted to have your heart, but you hated me!"

"I could never hate you. I tried, jesus I really did." he groans, and you frown at his words. Flicking his head with your tail, you cross your arms. 

Jake reaches out and uncrosses your arms, then takes your hands in his. His welcoming warmth melts you forward as you lean closer to his body. "You tried to kill me when we first met and I went ahead and fell in love with you." he chuckles lowly.

You guiltily look down with a small smile tugging your lips. What he says is inherently true, but what were you supposed to do? You were confused at why your body was reacting so strangely to a vrrtep.

"Oh, my love," Jake cups your hands and brings them to his mouth. "The past doesn't matter. Just forget about everything. What matters is, do you want me? Because I want you, so much," he whispers, pained. "And if you reject me now, I don't think I'll be able to handle it."

You shake your head, "I want you Jake. I see you,"

The smile that graces Jake's lips is nothing short of beautiful, and you smile with him. He takes a deep, shuddering breath and kisses your knuckles. "I see you," he breathes with a whisper of your name. "We need to mate before Eywa. I want to do this the right way. I want to cherish you."

You nod, heart bursting with joy. You're almost giddy, quivering in your seat to finally have the man you desired for long nights. "Then we mate before Eywa, come." 

You stand up with Jake following behind, then connect your foreheads for a brief moment. "Race you to spirit tree," you laugh, then quickly run out the marui. Jake yells your name with a chuckle and follows. 

Bonus;

You feel like a changed woman the next breakfast. Sitting with your family and chatting animatedly to everyone, a tap on your shoulder alerts you. You look back to see Neytiri expecting you with a wide smile.

You quickly stand up, ready to apologize but she sushes you. "Sister, I heard." she grins. "Finally! It was getting painful seeing you desire him but saying nothing."

You can merely gape at her words. "But you-"

"What I felt is long gone, do not worry." she says, then pulls you into her warm embrace. "It was getting pathetic watching him fawn over you." 

You smirk at her words as she pulls away. Glancing at the Olo'eyktan, he drops his fruit when he catches your inspecting eyes. After nodding to your family, you let Neytiri drag you to the circle which your friends and Jake have created - surely to discuss clan duty.

As you sit down, Jake cannot take his eyes off of you. His food is long forgotten as his arms stay limp by his sides. Tarsem scoffs at the man, then in oddly pitched voice, "She never looks at me, oh I'm going to die alone and wrinkly! Oh- my poor heart, she just smiled!"

The group around you howls with laughter as Jake huffs, although the small smile on his lips tells you that this isn't the first time they're poking fun at the Olo'eyktan's affections.

[limeade-l3sbian]

What’s your opinion on radical feminists who become “blackpilled” so to speak? Who eventually loses a lot of their compassion and empathy for women who fail to help themselves? Who lose hope for a better future for women all over the world when majority of women will never be able to separate them far enough from men to make any real change forward.

I think it is perfectly natural and probably more frequent than some women will admit to lose faith and to become frustrated with the women who still prioritize their proximity to men over the progress of women as a class. I've certainly felt that way. Especially as a lesbian, the concept of prioritizing men feels completely foreign to me.

Change requires discomfort, stubbornness, and unity. And the world we face has made it much harder to be able to deal with discomfort. The short term advantages of conceding to the patriarchy has made stubbornness seem useless. And the unity of women is fractured into everyone's personal definitions of what feminism is.

And on paper, I can understand it. I only get one life and you want me to spend it being angry and fighting against this thing that's been around forever when I can just concede and live more comfortably? This is, of course, the Western thinking of feminism as there are plenty of countries where defiance and submission lead down the same path of control and abuse.

But I can't imagine giving up. I can't imagine turning inward on the women around me and calling them the real problem. I can't give my anger to women who have never known any other life than submitting to men. Who have been fed religions that teach them in their formative years that their existence, as a whole, is servitude. I can be frustrated, and yes, I can even be angry.

Compassion saves lives. It does bring change. The change we are looking for will not come in giant displays of revolution. It's little battles and persistent defiance on behalf of those women who can't. That's why fights to suppress women's rights are at an all time high. It's why men complain about not being able to find a good woman because so many "act like men." They're referring to unapologetic independence and utilizing our means of that to decide what we do with our lives.

And that's just the Western effect. What about in East Asia where the birth rates are lower? Where being a feminist is an insult and women, safely and proudly, call themselves feminists? The women in Latin America who march for abortion rights and for justice when femicides occur? The women in Africa forming spaces just for women to learn and live without the threat of child marriages and rape?

I think when you give up on women and feminism, you're giving up on those women too. How dare I, a woman in the West, proclaim that feminism is pointless and give up while women in countries that could feasibly kill them without repercussions continue to risk their lives just to say they deserve peace and rights.

I understand feeling hopeless, but you must hold onto compassion because it is what these women who cannot help themselves need. It is what they will look for when they realize the world we live in. They won't look for a fist to invite them, they'll want an open hand.

[moonymase]

pillow dilemma | r. d

summary ; Ruben Dias and Y/n, fierce football rivals, grapple with an uncomfortable compromise during a team retreat, leading to a surprising and intimate connection that transcends their competition

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In the heart of a bustling football stadium, the fiery rivalry between Ruben Dias and Y/n was the talk of the town. Their fierce competition on the pitch was the stuff of legends, captivating fans and pundits alike. Each time they faced off, the intensity of their clashes reached unprecedented heights, as if the very essence of their beings clashed in a monumental struggle for supremacy.

Off the field, their animosity was equally palpable. Their encounters were marked by icy glares, sharp exchanges of words, and an unyielding determination to outdo one another. The media feasted on their bitter rivalry, fueling the fire and ensuring that every match between them became a spectacle not to be missed.

Both players hailed from different football clubs, with Ruben Dias being a defensive stalwart renowned for his uncompromising tackles and exceptional leadership on the field. Y/n, on the other hand, was a dazzling attacking force, blessed with speed and agility that left defenders in her wake. Their contrasting styles only added fuel to the fire, as they battled for supremacy in every aspect of the beautiful game.

Beyond football, Ruben and Y/n moved in separate circles, avoiding any interaction beyond the obligatory formalities during league events. Their lives seemed destined to revolve around the perpetual tug-of-war on the field, with little room for anything else.

As the football season reached its midpoint, both players found themselves facing burnout and waning team morale. It was then that their respective coaches devised a plan to bring their teams closer together—a bonding retreat in a secluded countryside resort.

Reluctantly, Ruben and Y/n found themselves on the same retreat, surrounded by teammates who were blissfully unaware of the underlying tension between the two stars. The resort was picturesque, with lush greenery and serene landscapes, seemingly a world away from the football pitch.

As the sun dipped below the horizon on the second day of the retreat, the teams retired to their respective rooms. To their dismay, Ruben and Y/n discovered that, due to an administrative oversight, their room was equipped with only one pillow.

On the first day of the retreat, the teams participated in various team-building activities, intended to foster camaraderie and unity. Despite their competitive natures, Ruben and Y/n's coaches hoped that the activities would help break down the barriers between the two rivals.

In the past, this trivial matter might have been resolved without fuss, but given their longstanding feud, neither was willing to back down. They stood at opposite ends of the room, their arms crossed, and stubbornness etched on their faces.

"I can't sleep without a pillow," they declared in unison, their voices dripping with irritation.

The room was tense, and the air seemed to crackle with the animosity between Ruben and Y/n. They stood at opposite ends, their arms crossed, each unwilling to back down.

"This is ridiculous! How can they mess up the room arrangement like this?"

"They probably did it on purpose just to see us squirm"

"Well, I'm not giving in to you, Ruben. I need a pillow to sleep properly."

"And I'm not giving you the whole pillow. We'll have to find another solution."

"Like what? Sleep on the floor?"

"No, but maybe there's an extra pillow in the closet or something"

"You really think they would have an extra pillow hidden away in a tiny closet?"

"I don't know, but it's worth a look."

"Fine, go check, but I doubt you'll find anything." Ruben marched over to the closet and began rummaging through the limited contents. He pulled out a couple of blankets and a towel but no sign of another pillow.

"No luck. They really did mess up."

"I told you so."

After several minutes of fruitless arguing, Y/n finally broke the deadlock. "Fine, let's split the pillow then. I'll take one half, and you can have the other."

Ruben was equally unwilling to give in but realized that any other solution would mean conceding to the other's comfort. Reluctantly, he agreed, and they prepared the bed, each taking half of the pillow.

As they lay down to sleep, their heads were merely inches apart. They were closer than they had ever been, and the proximity felt strange yet strangely comforting.

"Is this okay?" Ruben asks.

"Yeah, it's fine."

In the dim light of the room, their eyes briefly met, and for a moment, the rivalry seemed to fade into the background.

"We're still rivals, you know."

"I haven't forgotten." Y/n smile.

As the night wore on, exhaustion slowly overcame their animosity, and their guards started to lower. In this gentle intimacy, the walls between them began to crumble. Y/n turned to face Ruben, her face just inches away from his. The dim light filtering through the curtains highlighted her features, making her look surprisingly beautiful. Ruben couldn't help but notice her soft lips and the way her eyes seemed to sparkle.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she saw Ruben's handsome face up close. Despite their rivalry, she couldn't deny the attraction she felt for him. The tension in the room shifted, and they found themselves drawn to each other like magnets.

Without a word, Ruben's hand found its way to Y/n's cheek, and she leaned into his touch, their lips meeting in a tender and unexpected kiss. In that moment, the world around them faded away, and they were left with nothing but the electricity of their newfound connection.

The night was filled with whispered confessions, tender touches, and a newfound intimacy that neither of them had expected. The rivalry that had consumed them for so long seemed insignificant compared to the sparks that ignited between them that night.

*****

As the season progressed, Ruben and Y/n's performances on the field seemed to be influenced by their newfound connection. Their rivalry remained intact, but it transformed into a spirited contest marked by mutual respect and admiration.

The media, eager to unearth any drama, caught wind of the subtle changes in their behavior. Speculation ran wild, and whispers of a secret romance circulated throughout the football community. Yet, despite the pressure, Ruben and Y/n kept their love shielded from the spotlight, choosing to explore this uncharted territory on their terms.