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youremyheaven · 1 year

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angel imagery and vedic astrology 👼🏼🧚🏼‍♀️

i had previously made an observation that angels in cinema are often played by actors who have deva gana nakshatras. upon looking into it more, i noticed that people who repeatedly use angel imagery often have pisces rashi nakshatras, mrigashira, swati, punarvasu or purva & uttaraphalguni placements.

sufjan stevens on stage. he has ubp moon, mrig mercury, jup revati amk, punarvasu saturn amk

this is the album cover of nirvana's last studio album. kurt cobain has mars and ketu in swati. swati is associated with eggs and conception and creation. the album heavily features themes of birth and death, nurturance and violence. the original title was supposed to be i hate myself and want to die (kinda ominous considering the fact that kurt took his own life not long after) but the final title was taken from a poem written by Courtney Love, who has punarvasu sun & moon.

ill make a separate post about this but punarvasu & swati are deeply intertwined nakshatras. both deal with the nature of the universe, creation and reality itself.

Van Halen's 1984 album. this is singer David Lee Roth's last album before his exit from the band. David has swati mercury and saturn with pbp moon

swati sun & stellium, katy perry at met gala wearing angel wings

here she is at the grammys wearing angel wings

david beckham has a large back tattoo of an angel, mrig venus atmakaraka, revati jup punarvasu saturn

revati moon rihanna has the winged egyptian goddess isis tattooed on her chest

angel of the north sculpture by antony gormley. it is said to be the largest sculpture of an angel.

he has purvaphalguni sun, revati moon and swati mars, uttara phalguni ketu

this depiction of an angel is a very modern and "high-tech" and to me the polarity between depicting an angel (in itself a very archaic and otherworldly concept) in a very human albeit futuristic way is 100% the influence of his revati moon and swati mars.

the angel and the woman (1977) is about a murdered woman who is brought back to life and becomes romantically involved with the angel who rescued her. carole laure who plays the rescued woman has purvaphalguni stellium punarvasu mars atmakaraka and revati jup amk meanwhile the angel is played by lewis furey who has mrigashira sun and swati moon

l'ange or the angel (1982) is an experimental art house film and its letterboxd description says its about "The climbing of an immense staircase made up of the most varied stairs- Symbolic scenes occur on different levels where characters seem to be prisoners of their deeds and of their own folly. The steep staircase leads little by little towards the zones of great light where human beings and nonhuman beings meet."

the director has pbp moon, revati mars atmakaraka, mrigashira saturn amk

the character of Angel/Archangel in the X-Men movies has been played by two people

ben hardy, pushya moon and ketu plays Archangel in X Men. like i said in my previous post, angels in cinema are often played by deva gana nak natives and pushya is a deva gana nakshatra.

thisrole was previously played by ben foster who has swati sun, punarvasu moon, uttaraphalguni venus and jupiter

i married an angel 1942 is a very punarvasu coded film

its about a wealthy man, Willie who swears he'll only marry an angel. soon enough an angel comes into his life but due to her divine nature, she is unable to fib and has no human failings. Her honesty alienates her husband's high society acquaintances and his biggest customer and causes a run on his bank. His sister, Countess Palaffi, saves the day by teaching the angel about the real world. Willie and his now Earthier angel live happily ever after.

jeanette macdonald who plays the angel has mrigashira sun, punarvasu moon and mercury and pushya rising with purvaphalguni mars

The Vintner's Luck 2007 is a queer coded movie about a man who is visited by an angel every year. gaspard ulliel plays Xas, an angel, he has anuradha sun and ketu with ubp rising. the movie is directed by niki caro who has uttara phalguni sun, anuradha moon

its based on a book by elizabeth knox who has ketu in revati

Angel's Bone is a one act opera, which follows the plight of two angels discovered on earth who are forced into spiritual and sexual slavery at the hands of a financially troubled couple.

the angels longed for earthly delights and that has, mysteriously, brought them back to our world. they're found by a couple who nurse the wounded angels back to health. but they keep them as prisoners and decide to exploit the magical beings, clipping their wings and forcing them into prostitution to earn back their plucked feathers.

Do Yun who composed this piece has mrigashira sun revati ketu with venus and mars in bharani

Bharani is karma and concerns itself with purging and purifying whatever it touches. everything that is dirty, impure, false or frivolous is stripped away to reveal what is true and real. this specific work of art displays Bharani themes with both the couple and the angels facing their karma in different ways.

in the tv show Touched by an Angel, Roma Downey plays monica who is an angel. she has bharani sun and purva phalguni moon

Bharani is karma and bharani is also tasked with guiding souls to other realms. in this show, Monica is an angel in heaven who travels across to the earthly realm to help and guide people.

Gisele Bundchen has Pushya sun, Swati moon, punarvasu mercury mrigashira venus

Swati moon, Kylie Jenner frequently wears angel wings

she also has revati saturn as her atmakaraka and ive already talked about how much pisces girlies love butterflies<3

here's the whole clan wearing angel wings one halloween

swati sun, ubp moon, kendall jenner dressed up like a fairy

rihanna, revati moon wearing angel wings

mrigashira venus atmakaraka megan fox

as to why these specific nakshatras are drawn to angel imagery, i have a few thoughts.

mrigashira is associated with shape shifting, as Brahma's daughter assumed the form of a deer. angels are divine beings who can assume different forms and travel to different worlds.

punarvasu and swati are both connected to the universe and creation itself. it shouldn't be surprising that these natives are drawn to angel imagery.

purvaphalguni and uttaraphalguni nakshatras are both symbolised by the marital bed, union and consummation of love/marital bliss. again coming back to conception and creation. it seems to me that wherever there is creation, there are angels protecting it.

pisces rashi (pbp, ubp and revati) is the point of dissolution. its the final rashi and here, all that's been learned through all the other rashis is contained, it reaches its absolute point. its the height of moksha. spiritual liberation is the aim and again, it makes sense as to why natives of this rashi of completion and surrendering would be drawn to heavenly and angelic imagery.

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sirenjose · 8 months

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Analysis of White Sand Street Asylum - Part 1

Includes Full Character Analyses for: Freddy, Kreacher, Emma, Emily, Leo, Robbie and Dolores, Kurt, Ada and Emil, and Alice.

I have been forced to split this into 3 parts due to the length and number of images I've used for this. To prevent tumblr from forcing me to make this any more than 3 parts, I have cut back on the original number of images (mostly I just cut out the images of the deductions). Apologies in advance, but I hope this is still ok either way. If anything doesn't make sense, let me know.

Anyways, please enjoy~!

Robbie and Dolores were born to a “wealthy family” according to the post from Robbie’s release (https://twitter.com/IdentityVJP/status/1120251010042040320).

Their parents loved them based on Dolores’ recollection in Robbie’s 3rd letter, where they would “always give each of us a goodnight kiss before they tucked us in. And you would kiss on my cheek to wake me up in the morning”. Dolores also described their parents as “kind”, and implied their life was happy back then.

Unfortunately, this didn’t last forever. We don’t know what happened, but the White siblings lost everything, their home and their parents, in one night.

Robbie doesn’t understand what happened, though Dolores seems to, yet she is unable to explain the truth to Robbie, likely due to his young age. Dolores cares about Robbie more than anything else, who she sees as her “Precious Treasure”, but she is also hard on herself as a result and sees her inability to tell him what happened to their parents as a “failure” on her part.

As they lost both parents in 1 night, I doubt the cause of their deaths was natural. Maybe it was murder? That could match with Dolores being unable to explain that sort of concept to someone young like Robbie.

Though the fact they lost their house and seemingly all their possession and money, I wonder if there was a fire. Unless they only lost their house and possessions due to their parents’ deaths, but it could be seen as odd that their parents didn’t leave anything behind for them after their deaths or a will or anything. If they lost it all in a fire, that could be an explanation. (Though next question I wonder is if the fire was caused on purpose or accidental. Though an accidental fire could fit well enough on its own as it would provide an explanation for their parents not dying due to natural causes, dying at the same time, and how they could lose everything to become penniless orphans by the end).

After losing their parents, they are placed in White Sand Street Orphanage. This orphanage is run by Kreacher Pierson (who refers to the orphanage as “Sweet Home” or “Home, sweet home”).

Kreacher is someone who (based on his 1st letter and deduction summaries) grew up on the streets as an orphan, all on his own, from a young age. He was someone who was never “treated with sincerity and kindness”, especially not by the upper class, who were only ever disgusted by “rats” such as him. So Kreacher grew up without ever knowing love. Only hatred and disdain, causing him to learn that the only way he’d be able to survive was by relying on himself. It was a dog-eat-dog world that revolved around having enough money. He grew up learning that everyone was only ever out for themself. This is how he developed his hatred for the rich, and he decided, if they weren’t going to share any of their coins with a penniless orphan like himself, then he’d just have to take it for himself. It’s not like they needed it anyways. He saw plenty of people swimming in luxury that he’d never have. They could afford to share some with him, right?

This was how Kreacher became a thief. As a way to survive.

As we learn in his beta backstory: “Kreacher grew up in this cruel and realistic world, he followed the leader of thieves and endured various difficulties, training for a way to make a living”. He developed his skills in theft, all while becoming exceptionally “street-smart” with exceptional “survival instincts”.

No one would just give him their coin, even if he were to ask, and barely any if he begged. So, he learned to rely on deception as his only “way of survival”. No, what he was doing wasn’t good, but it was his only way at the time to keep himself from “dying from starvation or sickness on the streets”. And as he had to rely on this from quite a young age, it became the only life he knew.

Kreacher was managing to get by, though he had been caught and arrested for theft in the past.

Not wanting to go back to prison, Kreacher decides to change his methods. After earning people’s trust by making himself seem to be a “philanthropist”, he specifically adopts disabled orphans. He planned to use the kids’ disabilities “to gain sympathy” in order to profit even more than he’d been able to before via begging and stealing alone, while at the same time using the money to provide shelter and sustenance to the kids he’d adopted.

But Kreacher was a realistic person. He was someone who just did whatever he had to do in order to survive. As a result, he could be tough with the kids, and was implied to sometimes hit some kids that didn’t make enough money. This was likely the only way Kreacher knew how to ensure the kids did better next time. He knew the world was a cruel place, something they wouldn’t be able to survive unless they toughened up. He needed to develop their survival instincts as well as teach them how to be street smart. (Maybe Kreacher is the reason the kid in Robbie’s 2nd letter knew how to pry open a locked window with a knife. Maybe Kreacher taught them other skills like that.) Though at the same time, his actions were also due to a lack of any experience with love or kindness. He’s never had an easy life. He’s likely treating them that way because that’s how he was always treated and how he’s always had to live, and as a result, he doesn’t really know how to be gentle. As we’ve said, he’s had to learn to prioritize himself above everyone to survive. He’s never had to care for someone else, and so he doesn’t know how to do so with the kids. Even if did have concern for the kids, he likely wouldn’t even understand what those feelings were. What he does understand is survival and money, and he sees Dolores as a chance to make a ”fortune” due to her disability.

Robbie’s deduction 2 describes Dolores as “a girl who lost an arm”. Losing an arm is different than being born without one, so I wonder if Dolores lost it during whatever incident killed their parents?

There are instances where burn victims can require amputation if the damage goes deep enough, if the injury becomes infected, or if the limb was crushed in some examples.

(It is possible she was simply born that way. I just find the term “lost” odd if so.)

In the photo of Kreacher with the orphan kids, we can (most likely) identify Dolores, as she is the sole girl with a missing right arm. Since Dolores came with Robbie, it’d make sense for 1 of the children in the photo with her to be Robbie. We know Robbie is younger than Dolores, so a good guess would be either the kid with the missing ear next to her or the small child sitting on the ground. It’s hard to tell with this 2nd kid, but it looks like he has both hands but is missing at least 1 leg?

Robbie (looking at his default appearance) seems to only be missing his head, while all his limbs look intact. Considering when Robbie came back, his head was still missing, I imagine his default should be accurate to showing how his body was before his death. Otherwise, if coming back did supposedly restore any missing limbs he had previously, why not also restore his head somehow (rather than leave him headless)?

In which case, my best guess is that Robbie is the kid with the missing ear. The height would also match better with Robbie’s default compared to the smaller child.

(And if Robbie was only missing an ear, that would also fit with how we don’t see anything wrong with Robbie as we wouldn’t notice a missing ear with his whole head missing.)

Also, this kid with the missing ear is standing right next to Dolores. I know this same kid isn’t directly next to her in the other photo we have of Kreacher with the orphanage kids, but he is directly opposite her, on the other side of Kreacher and Father Duke, so it’s at least close.

This kid also looks similar, even though not the exact same (the kid has both ears), as the kid on the Milk Carton accessory that came from the charity event that Robbie’s Wail skin came from.

(Nothing says this kid is definitely Robbie, I’m just suggesting every potential theory/option.)

While at White Sand Street Orphanage, Robbie and Dolores are given no choice but to work. This is in part because Kreacher, even though he is the owner, is only a poor street orphan himself.

As Dolores was missing an arm, she was made to beg because that would make it “easier to pull on the heartstrings”.

Robbie though, despite being “such a crybaby” had “nothing wrong” with him. This does make me wonder if Robbie didn’t actually have any disabilities or missing limbs or anything, and could’ve been similar to the boy in the photo on the milk carton. If he didn’t have any issues like that, it could explain the comment about Dolores being able to pull on heartstrings but not Robbie. Unless the comment was just saying there basically wasn’t enough wrong with Robbie, not enough to make him as sad of a case as Dolores, and thus he could’ve still had an issue like a missing ear?

Robbie wasn’t assigned to beg. Instead he was tasked to “work in the yard”, where “gardening became his new hobby”.

In the Christmas Nocturne event, Robbie implies he chopped down trees for firewood, using an axe that was “even bigger than Robbie”. His backstory says Dolores helped Robbie get used to his tasks in the yard. I wonder if the axe was originally hers, or if it was just an axe that Robbie was given but Dolores taught him how to use. Though Robbie’s 4th letter does describe it as “her axe”, it may have only been described that way1 as she kept and used it after Robbie’s death.

If Robbie was too young to understand what happened to his parents, I question how good he really was chopping down an entire tree. It’s possible he just chopped branches off, or maybe only chopped down small enough trees. Or they already had small enough logs and Robbie just chopped it up into firewood.

Whatever the case, Dolores always told Robbie that he did a good job, which made Robbie happy. And as we know from Robbie’s 1st deduction, Dolores basically says that Robbie’s happiness “is the suffering I longed for”. She did anything she could to make Robbie happy, her “adorable brother”.

Life at the orphanage continued until the Church decided it wanted to be involved (likely due to the desire to also profit if not for the value of the kids for their experiments). Kreacher cooperated, likely in part because they pressured him but also in part probably because they offered some kind of benefit or financial compensation if he agreed.

This continues for a time, with the church partnering with him to hold events to raise money for the kids and the orphanage. The one he often works with from the church is Father Duke.

Eventually the church decides they wanted more and had Kreacher send over kids that were “diagnosed with mental illnesses” to their “mental institution” for “comprehensive treatment”. The reasoning stated in the letter they sent to Kreacher for why they did this was “Based on the need for cooperation with the government”. Whether or not the kids actually had any mental illness didn’t matter, the church got what they wanted.

“Letter to Mr. Kreacher Pierson:

Based on the need for cooperation with the government, the orphans who have been diagnosed as mentally handicapped should be sent to the Catholic Church’s Office of Ministries for unified care. For the well-being of the children, please be sure to send them to the abandoned church at 673 White Sand Street before May 5 to confirm their mental status.

Father Duke”

Despite several deductions using the term “mental institution” before we know the church created White Sand Street Asylum, it is likely this wasn’t actually a “mental institution” back then. The beta letter to Kreacher states the kids should be sent “to the catholic church’s Office of Ministries for unified care”, with the location being “the abandoned church at 673 White Sand Street”. Another of Kreacher’s later deductions uses the term “church clinic”, and this is likely the more appropriate description.

One of the children in the care of the church’s clinic that partnered with Kreacher’s orphanage was Emma. Back then, she was still using her original name: Lisa Beck.

Leo Beck, the owner of a small textile factory, and Martha Remington (aka Martha Beck) married on March 14th, 1874 in Devonshire and gave birth to Lisa on December 21st, 1876.

Freddy is a lawyer and financial advisor specializing in “non-performing assets disposal, mergers, and acquisitions” that Leo became business partners with. Due to working with Leo, Freddy encounters Martha, who he falls in love with. Leo, still unaware of Freddy’s feelings for Martha, invites Freddy to Lisa’s 1st birthday because of their partnership that eventually becomes friendship. Once Lisa is older, she mentions Leo invited Freddy over more than once, with Freddy “always bringing flowers”.

Freddy, being part of the middle-class, was likely born into a not too badly off family, though not a rich one. Likely enough to live at least semi-comfortably compared to the lower classes. That’s likely why he was able to pay to attend school to become a lawyer. Despite this, none of his family are ever mentioned, which makes me wonder if they were a bit distant, potentially focusing on themselves or their own work rather than caring or showing much meaningful love to Freddy. In any case, Freddy still had high hopes. His social status and education had given him confidence, and he had high hopes for his future, with his goal always being to earn money and wealth (he was a “gold digger”). He might’ve thought things would be easy since his deduction 4 says “People tend to trust hard-workers. You need to seem hard working, at least”.

Despite his friendship with Leo, Freddy had fallen hard for Martha, who he saw as completely perfect and someone he couldn’t live without.

We know he wrote love letters to her frequently, including one in 1878 that shows just how head over heels he was for her. His desire to be with her despite the fact she was already with Leo was already very strong back then.

“Martha:

You said that you fear I can’t give you the sort of love you hope for? My beloved lady, I swear on Gowd’s name that my love for you has no reservations.

My love for you burns so brightly that day and night, I am unable to sleep. When I think about your family, my heart suffers from the flames of envy. When will you be able to reciprocate my feelings?

Loving you

Freddy Riley

1878”

This love doesn’t go away. His desire only burned brighter over time. Especially as Martha likely did return some of it, and if Freddy did grow up without being shown much love, he likely latched onto it like a starving man to food. This could be backed up by how Freddy in his diaries says “What do people do for love? Fresh flowers, love letters, vows, marriage. I made fun of it all in the past. Until I met you, Martha. After which, all of my principles, all my dignity, completely vanished.” This seems to imply Freddy looked down on and didn’t believe in the concept of “love”, which likely has several implications about his own family and how he grew up.

It makes me wonder if Freddy’s initial disregard towards love was because of his parents. Maybe his parents had a falling out, maybe they didn’t truly love each other, or maybe even 1 of them cheated on the other, which could explain why Freddy would mock even concepts like “vows” and marriage. Maybe his parents even divorced.

In any case, any of these sort of ideas would explain why Freddy’s parents are non-existent in his backstory as well as why he felt the way he did about love initially, not to mention if his parents weren’t happy with each other, or if they did cheat or at least didn’t have a happy marriage, that could imply Freddy wasn’t shown much love, and thus why when he did finally encounter someone he loved, why he might fall so far for that person.

Freddy was blinded by love as well as jealousy over Leo, someone he saw as beneath him due to Freddy’s feelings of “class superiority” (according to Freddy’s 3rd letter). Yet despite this, Leo had a more successful and happier life than Freddy, which leads to him developing deep resentment towards Leo and eventually to begin planning a way to have Martha all to himself.

I wonder if it’s possible the reason why Freddy might see what he’s doing as ok could have been because of his own parents, as in if they really did break their marriage vows or even cheat on each other despite their marriage. Maybe that could be partially why Freddy didn’t care as much that Martha was already married.

We know Freddy continued to woo Martha, before eventually proposing to her. This happened some time before Lisa had even turned 8 or 9 years old. We know Freddy didn’t force Martha, only tried to win her over. Martha obviously was tempted, which leads to her and Leo arguing more and more. Lisa said that her mother told Leo that his “clothes were always dirty”, while Freddy was always a clean looking “young gentleman with a suit and shiny hair”. Leo was the owner of a small factory, while Freddy was a financial advisor (and potentially of a higher class based on Freddy’s 3rd letter mentioning his feelings of class superiority). Considering Freddy saw himself as part of a “superior” class, I wonder if him being part of a higher class was partially why Martha was temped (why else call Leo “dirty”, especially when she’d been living with him for some time and knew why he was “always dirty”).

Leo doesn’t comment though. He knew just as well as Martha that this wasn’t something he could help since he had to work at his textile factory. It never bothered him though. All that mattered was taking care of his family. So he let Martha criticize him without saying any such harsh words back at her.

According to the Christmas event, Emma didn’t really understand who Freddy was, referring to him as “that man” that she “didn’t like”, as well as “an uncle who wore glasses” that her mother took her with one time to see a play. Freddy was likely the one to take Martha to see the play as part of him trying to be with Martha. Emma said she “didn’t really get it and I wasn’t in the mood anyway”, with her main concern that she wishes Leo had been there with her.

Considering Leo’s failure to attend, it is possible he knew Martha was spending more and more time with Freddy. Leo was a trusting man, so I don’t think he even allowed the thought that Freddy was doing this to win Martha over from him. He didn’t like it, but I don’t think he could ever tell her no. Even though they were arguing at this time, I believe he still wanted her to be happy, and hoped with some time apart after their argument, things would get better.

Some time before the proposal, Freddy (as a financial advisor partnered with Leo) suggests to Leo that he invest in Minerva Arms Factory. Martha was concerned and asked for Freddy to be honest regarding whether this was a “good investment plan”, to which Freddy responds by saying “if the investor had sufficient experience and capital, this would bring him immense wealth”. Martha initially trusts him (though still believes it would be better Leo didn’t invest in the arms factory).

It's at this point that Martha leaves Leo and Lisa. It is also described as a “secret departure” with the description “Leave before they notice and maybe then you can avoid heartbreak”. Before leaving, the last word she says to Lisa is “sorry” (she likely saw her mother before she could completely sneak away, probably when Leo was working before he could return). This to me, combined with her actions, shows us that Martha didn’t love Lisa nearly as much as Leo did (or rather that there were other things she loved more).

She does leave a letter for Leo, informing him of what she was doing even though “I know I'm about to do something really bad”.

In her goodbye letter to Leo, she says “For the sake of Lisa, however, please consider carefully the investment we debated” and tells him she hopes “you will make a wise decision”. If they “debated” this topic before, and Martha is saying to consider it carefully for Lisa’s sake, I wonder if that was part of the reason why Leo and Martha were “quarreling”. Maybe Leo was arguing that he believed he should invest in the factory while Martha tried to argue against it, and their arguing over it was part of the reason Martha decided to say yes to Freddy.

Near the end of her letter, she tells Leo “Take care of Lisa, and find a more suitable woman for yourself” (find a “more suitable woman for yourself” makes me wonder as to the meaning of these words. Considering Freddy sees himself as of a “superior” class, maybe she means “suitable” as in someone of a more appropriate class for Leo, while she wanted to be with the higher class. Or maybe she’s saying suitable because, just like how she’s doing something bad, she wants him to find a woman who is more faithful than she is). Then, just like with Lisa, she tells him “I’m really sorry” (I wonder how sorry she really is because, if she truly meant those words, would she still have left them?).

Even more symbolic is how she closes the letter with “Martha Remington” instead of “Martha Beck”.

In any case, Martha is gone, leaving Leo and Lisa to fend for themselves.

Based on how Martha describes Leo as someone who “wasn’t smart” and “didn’t have any investment experience, not to mention capital”, I wonder if Leo was someone who grew up without a formal education like Freddy had. Leo may have been more of a self-made man, someone who might’ve come from a poorer, simpler background but managed to make a living due to his personal characteristics and hard work. He wasn’t a rich man, only the owner of a small textile factory, but he was happy and made the most of it.

We know from Emma during the Christmas Nocturne (2020) event that Leo was good with his hands, as we learn he used fabric from his textile factory to make her dolls (including 1 of Emma herself). He’d made 2 “bodyguards” for her doll, but Emma says she was never able to see them (likely the 2 dolls Leo uses in game, and Emma likely didn’t see them because that may have been when she was sent to the orphanage or when Leo died).

We can see from Leo’s accessories that he’s made her other toys as well (including a slingshot and a hot air balloon model). The descriptions for these accessories tell us that Leo loved Emma. She was his world, and he’d do anything for her.

The Christmas event informs us of the same thing. Emma tells us that she’d always get 2 presents from him on Christmas. 1 was her birthday present, on December 21st, and another was a Christmas present, but he’d hide her birthday present until Christmas, and put both of them under the tree for her.

For the last Christmas Emma had with her father, he told her “this little tree of yours will be filled with so many presents next year that I won’t be able to see your little face”, which shows how much he wanted to do for her (if he’d been able).

We don’t know how long Leo and Lisa lived on their own, but we do know Leo did end up buying the Arms factory, and it was some time after doing so he learned that the factory had an over “4-figure debt”. Even Martha in her letter to Freddy says, despite how “Leo wasn’t smart”, she states “Yet even the dumbest person knows not to spend money to take on extra debts”, which tells us Freddy, who knew about the factory’s debt, purposefully hid this fact from Leo. This is evident as Freddy, in his deduction “Covert Jealousy” mentioning how he cut Leo out of the picture of him with Martha and Lisa, states “He should disappear from here or not appear before my eyes again”, while the very next deduction about the Factory and its debt is titled “False Affection”, with the description including “Lend a helping hand for greater profit, not brotherhood.”

We know Leo did what he could despite the debts, as Emma during the Christmas event says he sometimes came back with a “semi-finished gun made in his factory”. Emma didn’t like the guns, instead preferring the dolls Leo used to make, which he likely stopped doing once he’d incurred the debt from the factory (I wonder if he had to sell the textile factory to try to help pay off the debt for the arms factory).

Lisa seems to have occasionally gone with him to the arms factory, potentially because he couldn’t leave her at home by herself or because he had to work extra long in an attempt to pay off the debt.

This debt puts an incredible strain on Leo, which causes him to begin to change from the person Lisa originally remembered him as. He starts drinking (to forget the pain and sorrows of reality) as well as selling items from their home (to help pay off the debt. He also might’ve “destroyed” items that used to belong to Martha in drunken fits of rage). Lisa describes her emotions at that time as “I don't know what has happened, but this feeling is awful”.

Unfortunately, Leo is no longer capable of caring for Lisa due to the fact he is drowning in debt, especially now that he’s begun spending some of their money on drink. As a result, he’s forced to send her to an orphanage while she’s around 8 years old.

We know Leo married Martha in “Devonshire”, meaning that’s also where they likely lived. Freddy’s business was also in Devonshire, with the specific stress being “583 White Sand Street, Devonshire”.

This means Leo and Freddy lived close by (and I imagine Leo’s textile factory wasn’t too far away either). It also means that they lived on the same street as Kreacher’s orphanage, which was “13 White Sand Street”. Kreacher’s advertisement says this is the “first orphanage on White Sand Street”, and if he was the first and thus only one on the street, it’d make sense that Emma wouldn’t have much choice but to be sent to his.

Sometime after Lisa was sent to the orphanage, Leo sets the Arms Factory on fire. Based on the fact that Leo’s 3rd letter takes place on December 21, 1897 and the fact it says Leo has been experimented on for 10 years, with the experiments on Leo likely starting right after the factory fire, the fire itself had to have started on December 21, 1887, on Emma’s 11th birthday.

According to a letter he sent to Lisa before this (Leo’s 2nd Letter), we know Leo intended to have Lisa receive the insurance money from the factory fire, as she is listed as the “beneficiary of compensation”. He basically explains in the letter his desperation to find “another way to make money”, as nothing he’s been able to do as been enough to settle the debts. Though as we never hear about Emma receiving this money, it’s possible there was an issue (such as she wasn’t of age yet).

Despite what he’s about to do, we can see once again that Leo is doing everything for her. He still worries about Lisa being fed enough and being kept warm. He also reassured Lisa so she didn’t think that she was “unwanted”, and informed her that her mother leaving had nothing to do with Lisa herself. He ends by warning her “not to trust people too easily. Live for yourself. You won’t get lucky by being nice. It took Father too long to learn this lesson”. This seems to show Leo has realized that Freddy tricked him, as well as show Leo changing further to no longer be the kind, trusting person he once was. Considering he calls himself a “useless Father”, this tells us how Leo feels about himself regarding his inability to sufficiently care for his daughter, as well as proves what his primary concern has always been.

Despite the fire, Leo survives but hides while he recuperates, making everyone think he’s dead. Due to the fact one of the walls says “I will find you” as well as based on Leo’s deduction summary stating he “brewed his own revenge plan”, we know Leo’s focus right now is to get revenge on Freddy.

At some point before he can do so, he was taken to Sacred Heart Hospital and used as an experiment. These experiments included memory erasure, forcing him to forget so Leo would stop getting “uncontrollably excited” on Emma’s birthday to ensure the “daily experiments” went more “easily”. Leo’s 3rd letter states that the experiments went on for 10 years. Whether Orpheus was the one to take Leo or not, we know Leo was definitely used by Orpheus during Emma’s game to punish those who broke the rules, as well as used as the hunter for Emma’s game. And considering some “mysterious man learned that ‘Cinder’ is alive and where he can be found”, someone that has been “writing more frequently these days”, a someone that is male based on “his probing”, it is more likely Orpheus is this other person that found out Leo was alive and likely blackmails the one who does currently have Leo to have him handed over (to Orpheus and the manor). Which just leaves the question of who is the author of Leo’s 3rd letter and the one who’s been experimenting on him for 10 years, which I’ll get into shortly.

Next: Asylum Analysis Part 2

(End: Asylum Analysis Part 3)

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I can't reply to your post but hello if you want to talk about it i would love to hear EVERYTHING about your thoughts on x men mutants dmbj 👀

I'M MAKING THIS A POST BECAUSE I WANT TO SCREAM ABOUT IT TO AS MANY PEOPLE AS WILL LISTEN. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to yell into the void.

So this isn't an X-Mn AU as much as it is a mutant AU because I think mutants fit really well into the DMBJ universe! Many mutants live and work on the outskirts of society, and the tombs welcome those kinds of outcasts. I also think it would be cool to see teams of graverobbers that have a lot of morlock-types, too. Because this is a place where their powers are useful and can potentially make them money in a world that is otherwise inhospitable. I feel like DMBJ has always written graverobbing as a society outside of society.

I have SO many mutant AUS. So. Many. I have a whole different Pangxie one, but this is the big one that I have that I might actually write.

First and foremost, the M9 are families with generations of mutants who got rich graverobbing who have mutations that are just inherently useful in the tombs AND that allow them to pass as non-mutant. I've been cooking up power groups for the different families but would love input!

Wu Xie: Kate Pryde/Shadowcat

> The ability to phase through objects, walls, and people/intangibility. Disrupts electrical fields. Slight levitation.

I imagine the Wu's having powers along this vein: intangibility, like Wu Xie, some have teleportation (I have another AU where he has Kurt's powers lol), and the like. Obviously, these kinds of powers are just OP in tombs. Being able to phase yourself through walls and potentially through any dangerous traps is a god send, you can understand how with powers like that the Wu's became so wealthy. You can get in and out of there in no time. But have no fear! Wu Xie figures out how to make such a powerful tool into a weapon to use against himself and others completely on accident. You can have intangibility but that doesn't cancel out being clumsy and having rotten luck. I think it could also be interesting for him to still be working out how to use his powers in this context for the first few years and then we see him being an old hat at it in his later years.

(Now, these were NOT selected because of any connection between the characters. It's truly a "I wonder how these characters would utilize these powers" kind of deal, not because I think the characters are alike. HOWEVER, I do think the comparison between the two characters is kind of interesting just because there is the stark development from the naive, bright eyed younger versions of those characters who develop into darker, more jaded people. People who have killed. People who will kill again. And all that.)

Pangzi: Colossus

> Body turns to "organic steel" giving him super strength, endurance, and speed. I've been debating making it so instead of being able to turn his body to metal he is simply metal all the time, unlike Piotr. I haven't decided, though.

Stay with me, here: statuesque, shiny, super strong Pangzi. See, you like it, too! You see the vision! Pangzi already has canonical near-super strength, I see no reason not to make it official. IIRC, Colossus is also, like, Heavier. 500 pounds heavy. So it would make those "you're too heavy" comments they always give Pangzi hold a little more weight (ha). It's a power that would come in handy as a tank in a tomb but also come with its own set of complications, too, that I think would be fun to explore. For example, in TLT2, they do a lot of swimming- in his metal form, Colossus can't swim, he sinks.

(I know it LOOKS like I picked Colossus for Pangzi because I picked Kitty for Wu Xie. I promise I didn't. If for no other reason Pangxie actually STAY married.)

Xiaoge: Wolvrine.

> Do I need to explain this one? Immortality, super healing, adamantium skeleton (given to him by the Zhangs), cool knife hands.

I may have a love/hate relationship with Logan but my love for Xiaoge is pure and never ending. Alas, they do have the shared life experience of being old as balls and having the memories of swiss cheese.

There's something about Xiaoge having this power set and going through incredible trials to become the man he is today that just make Sense for Zhang Qiling to me. He was chosen because of who he is, WHAT he is. He's been boiled down to what he can do and used as a weapon, a tool in a lot of ways. He also has such a complicated relationship with death and dying, something that adds flavor to his title to me? (Has Logan ever met death? I know Wade has a whole relationship with her, and he got his powers from Logan's DNA. Xiaoge having met death would be FASCINATING.)

And? Honestly? I just think Xiaoge should have blades in his knuckles, that just sounds dope as hell and he deserves them.

I know them having these powers takes away some of the DANGER involved in the series. They are way, way less likely to die- which, to me, just means the tombs should try harder.

Also debating between making Hei Xiazi Mystique (the POTENTIAL of him being a shapeshifter is OFF THE CHARTS, plus she is already immortal) or Destiny (precognition, blind character who is able to "see" because she is able to see the future a few seconds ahead). Both are juicy.

I would love to talk to people about this, about other versions of this AU, about places you agree/disagree, anything and everything. DM me? We can chat here or on discord!

#i am so sorry super hero people if this ends up in your tags #this is about beloved tomb idiots #wang pangzi #wu xie #xiaoge #zhang qiling #dmbj #mine

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imnotevenusin · 1 year

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Ranking the Astrological Houses

cuz y nawt

In Astrology, Houses govern each area of our lives : our home/family life, our career milestones/overall achievements, our values, our one-to-one Relationships, etc. Personally, I think some Houses are cooler than other ones, and in this post I’ll go over why.

1. The 8th House : This House is all about the possessions you share with loved ones, the possessions people share with you, intimacy, self-exploration (the occult), and tragic moments. This house rules over the taboo aspects of being a human being—things people aren’t comfortable with sharing or exposing, unless we truly let you in. When we encounter something that breaks us, we are forced to rebuild ourselves, and rise from the ashes—as dramatic as that sounds. Through this we re-evaluate our psyche. Without a doubt, the coolest and most important house.

2. The 12th House : Coming after the 11th house—our place in society—the 12th house is where we disconnect from the collective; this is where we disconnect from JUST being a Human being, and instead we connect with ALL beings. In this house, you learn that your Spirit is limitless—whether its through isolation, existentialism, or your dreams. Its a beautiful and underrated house.

3. The 11th House : The 10th House is what we build for ourselves, and what we achieve, and the 11th House is what we bring to the table on a wider-scale; really, this is our place in Society—or whatever you perceive as a Collective. I think this is also a stronger fame indicator compared to the 10th House, since it deals with large amounts of people/audiences/society/how many people you actually reached.

4. The 9th House : This is where we start taking more serious Mental Journeys. The 8th House is everything taboo; its rules over “touchy” subjects and our overall vulnerability. After we go through “hell”, we gain answers, wisdom, and belief systems. And rather than being focused on immediate interactions/environments, we start to travel outside of our comfort zones and explore—which expands our knowledge and perceptions.

5. The 2nd House : What do we equip ourselves with? What items do we value? For me, the 2nd house is definitely one of the more important Houses, because what you value dictates your whole life and how controlled you are by society (ex : Religion, Money). This is also what we gather for ourselves and how Wealthy we are. For most people, this will show our finances. Its a cool lil house.

6. The 10th House : 9th House is our answers and beliefs, and the 10th House is what we build and achieve with these answers. What is your legacy? What structure did you build for yourself? What is your greatest achievement/accomplishments? In my opinion, this house isn’t THAT strong of a fame indicator as the 11th House; it just deals with your own milestones, regardless of how many people know about it or not.

7. The 5th House : This is the most care-free house in Astrology; this area in our lives rules over entertainment and pleasure. Pleasure can range from Artistic Hobbies, Flings, Dating, Light-hearted Romance, etc. This part of the chart can indicate Children/and or having Children.

8. The 3rd House : Our baby steps; This house deals with immediate interactions/environments : Siblings, Neighborhood, School, and writing and communication in general. Like the 5H, this can indicate what type of Hobbies we get into.

9. The 6th House : Pretty underrated, as it can show you what type of daily routine, activities you’ll be getting into, and what problems we’ll deal with—health, work, errands, etc; its generally what speed you live your life at. This is also an underrated fame indicator (ex : Kurt Cobain had his 11th House Ruler in the 6th House; his artistic routines helped him with gaining attention and an audience).

10. The 4th House : The House of Privacy and Family. This house can show us our Home life and Family;the people and places you feel the most comfortable with. Having Mars in this House ain’t easy, so its lower in this ranking.

11. The 1st House : The Ascendant is the most important part of our charts, since its the most personal and specific placement—its calculated based off of what time you were born. It can give us our Chart Ruler and our physical features. The Ascendant/1H also shows us the relationship we have with ourselves. I have Chiron in this house, so its second to last.

12. The 7th House : Opposing the 1H, this is how we deal with other people—could be one-on-one relationships, partnerships, relatability, and sometimes, the public. If you have any “bad” placements in the 7H, it can indicate enemies/and or rivals; people you have a hard time getting a long with. In this house, you become conscious of differences you have with people. You’re looking at another person and saying “okay, lets make this happen”. Having Saturn in this house sucks, so its last place.

#astro observations #astro community #astrology #astro placements #astro notes #birth chart #astrology observations #zodiac #natal chart #ascendant #rising sign #sun moon rising #the stars #celebrity birth chart #capricorn #scorpio #7th house #10th house

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cal-daisies-and-briars · 2 months

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I’m like a toddler and vampire fic is my new shiny toy. So 🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

And then the usual ;) 🌊🌊🌊🌌🌌🌌🚨🚨🚨📚📚📚🦮🦮🦮and uuuuh I think the last one was this?? 🔮🔮🔮

SO HAPPY YOU ARE LOVING LONG DEATH!

Here are 15 fresh sentences for 🩸:

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Obviously, the main hope is that one of these days they’ll just find Eddie at the marina. Just wandering about, or something. It’s a possibility, albeit a slim one. The real value of regular marina trips is the intel. A currency more valuable than money, at this point.

They always stop at Kurt’s first. Kurt lives on a houseboat - the youngest son of a wealthy, old-money type family - and didn’t end up leaving when vampire activity kind of took over the marina. He makes a decent side hustling smuggling things in and out; people, blood, you name it. And, importantly, he loves Sophia.

Buck is always impressed with the way Sophia can seem to play to any audience. For someone very pragmatic and even in her day-to-day life, she can don a mask and give a performance better than Buck could ever hope. Lying has made him turn inward; bottle himself up and become hard to avoid spilling over with truth. Sophia makes an art of it. She’s far more than half the reason they have any connections at all. Buck would be lost without her.

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9 for 🌊:

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Buck watches Genevieve and Christopher interact with a plain joy on his face that takes Eddie by surprise. Then he remembers that Buck is just getting to know his niece over the past year, and from their day at the beach together, it seems like he’s working pretty hard to do so. And this little girl has gone through a lot. Seeing her happy just makes Buck happy. And that makes Eddie fall for him even more.

After dinner the adults have a glass of wine on Buck’s back porch, overlooking the ocean, while Chris and Genevieve play video games inside. At one point, Buck gets up to grab everyone a refill, leaving Eddie and Maddie alone for a brief moment.

Maddie doesn’t waste any time.

“You’re good for him,” she says, practically the second the door closes behind Buck.

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9 for 🌌:

@steadfastsaturnsrings

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“It’s really bizarre,” Chris says. “You were there, and Buck was there, and for some reason Ana was there, too.”

Fuck.

“Ana, huh?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah. And it started, like, when we were in a house with Ana, then we were driving, I think to find Buck? I don’t know. I don’t remember all of it.”

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The other half of him wants to put everything on the line, risk it all, and wake Buck up in a way he’s not likely to forget. He remembers the feeling of Buck’s lips on his head last night. The desperate fear and relief when they found each other underwater. He’s starting to think the thing he wants would be wanted in return.

Eddie is stuck in the throes of decision paralysis. Well, decision paralysis and another urgent sensation. God, he’s so screwed. There’s no coming back from this, is there? Even if he gets up and walks away from this, uh, opportunity, how can they both pretend that last night didn’t change the dynamic between them?

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“Guess I forgot to mention.”

“Ah, he’s being polite,” Anil makes a dismissive waving gesture. “Ravi and I aren’t close anymore.”

Anymore? What anymore can he be referring to? Maybe they were close as toddlers, but somehow, Ravi doubts even that.

The rest of the 118 exchange uncomfortable glances.

“Well,” Chim tries weakly. “There’s something to be said for reconnecting.”

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“I’m just not sure.” Buck admits after a moment of thought. “There’s gotta be people with, uh, disabilities in the department that really need that help. Right?”

“Um…” Fionn trails off, sounding somehow confused with Buck’s reply. He doesn’t know what part of it was confusing. “Well, can you think about it? Maybe meet the dog? We were quite set on you.”

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3 for 🔮:

You're actually getting the first non-outline words of the fic here haha.

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Bobby knows that part of the problem is that he has let this quiet go on for far too long. Quiet - not silence. They are speaking. He’s still speaking to everyone from the 118. Eddie and Chim mostly. Ravi and Hen less. Buck… Hardly at all. Bobby should have been the one to change that, before the quiet turned to gunpowder and someone lit a match. But he didn’t, and so here they are.

#daisies and briars writes #long death fic #if you can make the music fic #steal my sunshine fic #any other way fic #no one can be born too many times fic #buck service dog fic #weary memory fic

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King of My Heart

Author: soprano_squad

Rating: M

Status: Completed in July 2023

Word Count: 60,941

Summary: New York high society– fraught with gossip, lies, and a rigid social hierarchy. A hierarchy that some would do anything to climb the ranks of…

Essentially: Kurt is filthy rich. Blaine is even richer. Blaine is blackmailed into an arranged marriage with Kurt, who doesn’t know the truth behind their engagement. Banter, pining, smut, and spending obscene amounts of money ensues.

Tropes/Genre: wealthy!Blaine, wealthy!Kurt, angst, arranged marriage, NYC!Klaine, future!fic, Burt Hummel, enemies to lovers, dark!Blaine

Lynne's review: Wow! Such a roller coaster of emotions! I haven't read a dark!Blaine fic in a long time. Not sure I can actually picture Burt like this, but well done! I actually stayed up past my bedtime several nights - binge worthy for sure! Really enjoyed it.

Read at: AO3

#soprano_squad #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #Rated M #complete #Word Count: Under 75K #wealthy!Blaine #wealthy!Kurt #angst #arranged marriage #NYC!Klaine #future!fic #Burt Hummel #enemies to lovers #dark!Blaine #King of My Heart #September 2023

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cryscendo · 4 months

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hello lovely! how are you? x

if it’s not too late, is it possible for me to request either a kiss that leaves lipstick stains or an abrupt, heated kiss during the middle of a fight for klaine for the promotion thing please?

hope you’re doing well in your corner of the world <3

it’s absolutely not too late!! i received the fight one by someone else, so i decided to do the lipstick one <3

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson

Word Count: 1206

Rating: T

if anyone wants to send me a request, check out the prompt list here!

fic can be read under the cut <3

“Blaine, hold still,” Kurt reprimands as he meticulously works on winging out a dark coat of black liquid eyeliner along Blaine’s eyes. He insisted on it being a necessity in bringing out the honey color of his eyes.

They have been at this for the better part of forty-five minutes. And best believe, Blaine loves the attention, but sitting still has never really been a skill that he possessed easily. “We have to be almost done, right?”

Kurt pulls the eyeliner pen away to give Blaine an incredulous look. “Why are you being impatient?” He shakes his head before tilting Blaine’s chin up a bit with his free hand, wanting to make sure that he didn’t miss any spots with Blaine’s makeup so far. “These things take time in order to look perfect, dear.”

Yeah, yeah, so he’s heard. Kurt never did things in halves. So it comes as no surprise that he isn’t interested in doing so now. Eventually, once he decides that the eyeliner is to his liking, he sets the pen down and picks up a shimmery golden highlight, instinctively testing it on his forearm before ever applying it on Blaine. “I’d just like to see what the artist has done with the canvas,” Blaine says with a grin.

“And you will,” Kurt replies, watching how the highlight on his arm shifts under the light. “Once I’m done.” Deciding the highlight to be acceptable, Kurt picks up some of the product from its pan with a brush. He taps the brush on the edge of the makeup pan once to shake off some of the excess highlight before carefully brushing it along the high points of Blaine’s face. Blaine has always been mesmerized while watching Kurt work like this. When Kurt got into the zone, it was impossible to look away. One man should not be able to possess this much talent and elegance and grace, yet here Kurt was, right in front of him.

“Gold has always been a lovely color on you. Perfect for your skin tone; I’m honestly jealous,” Kurt professes softly and Blaine all but preens under the compliment. Kurt’s compliments were like currency, if that everyone sought after them, but they weren’t attainable for everybody. Blaine was lucky enough to be one of the few in the world to be wealthy off of them.

Finally, Kurt sets the brush down and picks up two tubes of red lipstick. He silently ponders the two shades, and just like with the highlight, he swatches the colors on his arm. It fascinates Blaine how much effort Kurt puts into things as simple as lipstick shades. Blaine dabbles in makeup himself from time to time, especially when it comes to acting, but Kurt takes it to a whole other level. He’s not a makeup artist, and he’ll clarify that himself, but he certainly puts in the effort to pass as one.

He decides on a shade, setting the other tube of lipstick back down on the table. “Almost done,” he mutters, largely to himself, as he paints Blaine’s lips red with lipstick. The hand under his chin meant to hold his head up is warm against Blaine’s skin. Blaine isn’t the only person that Kurt’s ever applied makeup to and he has to wonder if it ever felt this intimate to anyone else. He hoped not, because he couldn’t sit right with the prospect of someone else feeling what it was like under Kurt’s gentle touch and careful gaze.

Soon enough, he sets the lipstick down as well, cradling Blaine’s face in his hands in such a way that he intentionally avoids destroying all his hard work. “There. Perfect.”

“Can I look now?” Blaine asks, already turning his head to look in the mirror, but Kurt stops him before he can see anything.

“Not yet! I’ll let you know when you can.” With that, Kurt took one final bottle off the vanity, pouring some of the product into his palm and running it evenly through Blaine’s curls. Blaine has used this stuff before. It was designed to give his curls a bit more weight and bounce. It was Kurt’s solution to the baby hair fineness of his natural hair without the necessitation of hair gel.

Kurt stood back to take in Blaine before him, a look of pride gracing his features. With a satisfied nod, he claps his hands together once happily. “Okay, now you can look!”

Eager to see just what Kurt had accomplished, Blaine turns to finally look in the vanity mirror behind him. And what he saw pushed a stunned gasp from his lips — a delicious mixture of reds and golds that tied into the outfit that Kurt picked out for him. The beadwork on the top made him shine and it contrasted vividly with the crimson fabric beneath the golden beads. Red eyeshadow bled into a translucent shimmer, and Blaine could now really see why it took Kurt so long to do.

It’s stunning. Everything Kurt touches turns out stunning.

Noise behind him indicates to Blaine that Kurt was setting up his camera. “I hope you like it,” he says in a tone that’s surprisingly bashful. Blaine looks over and sees Kurt fidgeting with the settings on his camera — the same camera he uses for modeling designs.

“Kurt…” Blaine approaches him, gently taking the camera from Kurt’s hands and setting it on the vanity as well. “I don’t know how you do it, but everything you create turns into a masterpiece.”

Kurt rolls his eyes. “That is hardly true,” he retorts, but the way that his eyes flicker down to Blaine’s red lips tells a very different story. “Though I will say I did a good job this time.”

“The best job,” Blaine counters. Then, looking at the long pale expanse of Kurt’s throat, Blaine concocts an idea. He just hopes Kurt won’t be too upset with him about it. “I should really find a way to congratulate you.”

“Yeah? And how do you plan to do that?”

“I think I may have an idea.” Blaine slides his hands up to undo the top button of Kurt’s shirt with practiced ease. He encourages Kurt backwards until his husband is leaning against the vanity. Then, he closes in on Kurt’s neck and presses a kiss to it, leaving behind red lipstick against pale skin. The sound that escapes Kurt is somewhere between a sigh and a gasp. Blaine kisses him again, this time in the spot on Kurt’s neck that he knows always draws out the sweetest sounds from Kurt.

“Blaine, you’re going to mess up your makeup,” Kurt tries to protest, but his breathlessness betrays that he was enjoying this. Blaine kept going, littering Kurt’s throat with lipstick. He moved from jawline to collarbone, eventually reaching dangerously close to Kurt’s chest that was still hidden under his shirt. And why shouldn’t he? Kurt made him look beautiful, so it was only natural that Blaine should want to return the favor.

“Oh no, that would be awful,” Blaine responds teasingly, looking into Kurt’s eyes. Bluish-gray color swirls in Blaine’s vision and it is somehow the most breathtaking thing in the room. “I suppose you’ll just have to redo it all over again afterwards, then.”

#glee #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #klaine #my stuff #my fic #klaine fic #blossoms-and-possums #this was a fun one thank you for the request <3

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Blue Eyes Blues (Part One)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 5,456

Warning: Smut, Cheating, 20 Year Age Gap (all in later parts)

Notes: This plays shortly after Cillian finished filming Oppenheimer and is not based on Cillian’s real life.

Please comment and engage!

Background

It has been three months since you finally graduated from university and became a qualified drama and music teacher. Being young and energetic, you enjoyed working with children and the fact that you had to teach your very own niece did not bother you.

Your niece was only eight years old and her name was Mia. It was the name your sister had given her with great thought. It was your late grandmother’s name and you adored Mia more than anything else in the world. Just four years ago, when you had turned twenty-two, you adopted her much to the dislike of your parents who believed that a boarding school or something the like would have been more appropriate for her. But for you, this was not an option. You had promised your sister to take care of her just before she had passed away five years ago. You were twenty-one at the time and whilst this was a huge ask, you well and truly intended to keep your promise to her after all she had been through.

You loved your sister and your parents eventually came around and accepted your decision to become Mia’s permanent carer. As such, they supported you not only emotionally but also financially. Your parents paid for your degree and purchased you a large townhouse in the outskirts of Dublin which is where you lived now with Mia and your husband Kurt who was three years older than you.

Kurt, too, had finished his degree at the tender age of twenty-four and whilst he was not good with children, he worked hard and your parents were impressed by his eagerness to provide for you and Mia when it came to it.

Kurt had been working in your father’s law firm for the past six years, first as paralegal and then, he took up the position of a solicitor. You met him through your parents when you were only twenty and he was well liked by your family. His family was as wealthy as yours and, by now, Kurt had moved up the ranks and was a senior associate, handling large commercial litigation cases and, whilst he worked side by side with your father, this never really became an issue for you until now.

Just six months ago, Kurt had employed a new secretary and you were almost certain that there was something more than a professional relationship between them as, every time you went to see him at work or attended a function with him, she glared at you in the most unusual and uncomfortable way. There had been whispers and rumours which employees spread and which you had heard about and even your father seemed to have been turning a blind eye on what was happening between your husband and this other woman. To him, Kurt was a valuable employee and you knew that, your father himself had never been faithful to your mother either. You knew of at least two affairs which your father had engaged in when you and your sister were still young and your mother even left him at some point before returning to him again after as little as three months.

Kurt’s secretary’s name was Corina and she was still in law school herself. She was merely twenty years old and rather attractive. She was outgoing and had no responsibilities in life which may be one of the reasons Kurt was enjoying her company. He never wanted the family life you did and always criticised you for taking Mia on as a child of your own. It was not what he wanted and he often blamed you for forcing the obligations of fatherhood on to him.

With Mia’s needs having being more complex now that she has comprehended what has happened to her mother, you did not like to leave her with a stranger for a long time. A babysitter was out of the question and even your parents lacked the necessary parental instincts to look after her. Thus, you often stayed at home while Kurt was going out with his friends. He frequented expensive bars and restaurants, travelled on his own for work and even went on a trip to Ibiza recently.

Luckily for you, however, you made peace with the fact that your party years were over and you knew that Mia needed you, especially at night, when her nightmares were haunting her. This occurred at least once or twice per week these days and, with that being the case, over the past year, you often shared a room with her when she became too scared, leaving Kurt on his own.

Since he did not comprehend what Mia was going through, he always complained about it. He complained that, over the past year, your sex life had deteriorated and there was certainly some truth to it. Sex no longer interested you and whilst you missed erotic and non-erotic intimacy with your husband, you did not miss sleeping with him.

Sex with Kurt had always been repetitive. He was a missionary ten-minute kind of guy, thinking that, since he was working hard, it was simply your job to please him rather than the other way around. He had always been a selfish lover and you never knew otherwise. He was the one and only man you had ever been with but now that you were getting older and had come through some of the darkest times in your life, you felt as though something was missing from your relationship.

But what was missing was not only some passionate and heated sex. You also missed love, care and non-sexual intimacy. Your marriage lacked understanding and you often questioned yourself as to why you had married this man in the first place.

For Kurt, life was all about money and reputation and reputation was something that was rather important to your parents as well. Not only your father, but also your mother. She was the principal of the prestigious school you were now working at. It was an all-girls school that was highly regarded in Ireland and the fees charged to parents for their children’s education were almost outrageous. But, clearly, most of these people could afford it. They were all filthy rich too. Just like your parents.

***

Over the past three months you had not only just met your students, who ranged between the ages of six to ten, but also their parents. Or at least some of them. Most of them were rather demanding and about eighty percent of the parents engaged in their children’s schooling activities were stay at home mothers with hard working husbands. They were large income families, mostly lawyers, doctors, politicians and bankers and you were always somewhat impressed by the way these women were presenting themselves.

Most of them were much older than you and you glanced at their Louis Vuitton handbags and Cartier jewelry, both of which were things you could easily afford for yourself. But you had no desire in material things like this and ignored the hype surrounding the newest fashion trends and styles. You were as plain as one could be, preferring comfort over style and, whilst this was a prestigious school where you had to dress appropriately, in your mind, a nice dress from Primark and some Birkenstock sandals sufficed.

Mia, too, did not care much about trends and, at least in this regard, she was an easy-going child who loved to read, play the piano and spend some time at your parents’ holiday house in Cork. She was intrigued by nature and she most certainly was a bit of a tom boy when it came to sports. She loved soccer and played tennis too, both of which you had limited interest in yourself.

Over the past three months, since starting up in this new school environment herself, she had made some new friends and whilst she did not participate in the group of popular girls at school, the acquaintances she made came as a relief to you. The two girls she spent most of her time with were Ava and Eloise, both of whom stood out to you for the simple fact that they were identical twins.

Eloise and Ava looked the same and, on occasion, you had to ask who was who until Mia gave you some pointers. It was easy for her to differentiate them both and all you had to do was to look at their left forearms on which Eloise had a small birth mark whereas Ava did not.

Both Eloise and Ava were down to earth and whilst Eloise was into the newest fashion trends, Ava enjoyed theatre and music. Both of the girls were well mannered and, even though their parents were separated, their emotional and mental state was exceptional. They were both rather intelligent and empathetic, thus making them both a good match for Mia.

Over the past three months, you had only met their mother though. She was single, in her mid-forties and had told you that the girls’ father, who would usually have shared care for the twins, was away for work. Unlike most of the other mothers in the parent group, Ava and Eloise’s mother worked very hard herself and, as such, was often late to the meetings which she had scheduled with you. Her name was Martha and she was a photographer who specialised in advertisements. Her work was predominant in the fashion industry and, as such, she often travelled to London, Paris and New York to photograph models and the like.

According to her, she had recently taken up a new position though, opening an exhibition space south of Dublin. The opening of her exhibition was taking place this week and, whilst you never took an interest in fashion, it was your husband who suggested that you should take him to the opening night so that he could make contact with her and her famous friends.

He told you that there were many legal cases in the industry right now, all of which were surfacing in the UK and Ireland, pertaining some trademark related issues. Getting one of those cases could lead to another promotion in your father’s firm and, being a good wife, you agreed to his request and whilst it was a school night, you shipped Mia off to your mother’s house nervously so that you could make it there without having to worry about rushing home.

***

‘This is ridiculous Y/N. Your mother will know what to do’ Kurt scolded after you spent time preparing everything for Mia’s sleepover at your parents’ house rather than getting ready yourself. You simply put on a plain black dress and a pair of flats.

‘My mother has nothing at her house for Mia. She needs her toothbrush, her hair-brush, a school uniform for tomorrow…’ you tried to explain, causing Kurt to yell at you again, which is when you put down your foot and told him to leave you alone. You hated it when he got angry with you and were grateful for the fact that Mia could not hear him.

‘This is not my problem Y/N! You need to hurry up for fuck sake…’ Kurt said before giving you a deadline and then he disappeared into the living room.

‘Why did you take her on anyway? You are too young for this. I am too young for this…fuck…’ Kurt then mumbled under his breath as he walked away from you and this was a very common argument you had with him. It always sent tears to your eyes and tonight was no different.

***

Eventually though, you calmed down, wiped your tears away and put on some make up and then you made your way to the gallery with Kurt which was shortly after your mother had arrived to pick up Mia.

As usual, she was late which meant that, you too, would be late.

***

Soon after you arrived at the gallery and were handed a glass of expensive champagne, Kurt made his way to the main foyer to socialise. By that point, you had already introduced him to Martha in passing and he took it from there. As usual, he left you standing, knowing very well that you would be struggling with the impending small talk and, with Kurt having gone his own way, you realised that, perhaps, you should look at the photographs and get a feel for them.

Thus, you walked around the back of the exhibition room, watching a slide show of skinny ladies wearing hideous clothes while reading the booklet which Martha had handed you earlier that evening. But, even despite the thorough description of what was displayed in this room, you could not really make sense of it. Vogue, Bazaar…Victoria Secret… You did not really care. It all was a blur and, just as you starred at the installation in front of you, you realised how out of place you appeared in an exhibition like this. This was not your scene and the more you looked around the room, the more uncomfortable you began to feel.

Everyone around you seemed to be getting what this weird fashion and the photographs were all about, but you did not and, just as you starred at the video changing once more, looking at it blankly, you heard an unfamiliar voice speaking to you from behind.

‘You look like you are concentrating really hard’ a male voice said from the right, causing you to startle. The truth was that you had been daydreaming and did not want to socialise with anybody but, when you turned around, you saw a man who almost instantly took your breath away.

‘Yeah’ you gasped momentarily while sipping on your champagne but the man was not looking at you. He was looking back at the video installation in front of him with furrowing eyebrows and this gave you a chance to absorb him.

He was not tall. Not much taller than you, but with a lean and compact build. His profile was of a man in his early or mid-forties perhaps. He featured a slight stubble as if he could not have been bothered to shave that day and his cheekbones were razor sharp, unlike anything else you had ever seen before.

His skin was pale and freckled and his hair was slightly grey. It was short but messy, as if he had just gotten out of bed. His style, itself, was interesting. He did not fit into the elegantly dressed crowd and, whilst he wore a very nice dark coloured suit, he stood out for his simplicity. From what you could tell, it was expensive suit and yet, he clearly did not care about it much as, with the suit, he wore a simple black t-shirt and above the hem of his t-shirt you could see some of his chest hair. It was curly and a little grey as well. Then, above all, he had the most amazing and beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen and, on his left wrist, he wore two braided crochet armbands, one pink and purple. They looked a lot like the ones Mia made with her friends Ava and Eloise and thus they stood out to you immediately as well, even more so than his plain look. He had children, surely. A daughter perhaps. Or maybe two?

When you were done assessing him, you glanced back at the video and finally took up the courage to answer him properly as, clearly, he had not heard you before.

“Yes, I am concentrating hard. I cannot make sense of fashion like this. It’s absurd, really…” you admitted which caused the stranger to chuckle softly.

“You are not alone then” the man said to you before giving you a warm smile. “I don’t care about fashion much either” he admitted and the sound of his voice almost shook you. It was so low, soft and, yet, melodic.

“Then why are you here?” you laughed, knowing that he could be asking you the same thing.

“This might sound weird to you, but my ex-wife invited me, so I came” he admitted with another quiet chuckle.

“Your ex-wife?” you queried then and he nodded.

“Yes. She is the photographer of whatever this is” the man then said with amusement and, just as he did, your breath faltered as you made eye contact. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, her photos are great, just…you know…the clothes are…never mind” he then stammered, seeing that he talked himself into a corner but you knew exactly where he was going with this.

“Don’t worry. I get it” you said with laughter while continuing to stare at him. His eyes were something else. They were so goddamn blue and mysterious, sparkling under the bright gallery light which made his corneas look like moving water.

“So, Martha O’Connor is your ex-wife then?” you eventually asked after, clearly, you had starred at this poor man for long enough and he had already turned silent in response.

“Yes” the stranger responded quietly while continuing to smile at you awkwardly and you smiled at him in return, feeling momentarily uncomfortable under the weight of his eyes.

“You aren’t the twins’ father then by any chance?” you then asked quickly, recognising some resemblances within him of them both. The eyes, the facial features and even his lips were something both Ava and Eloise featured as well.

“Ava and Eloise?” he asked surprised and with a great sense of curiosity, to which you nodded.

“I am” he then confirmed. “How did you know?” he asked while still looking at you with a half-smile and a half-frown. There was something in his stare, something you did not quite understand and when he lifted one of his hands slightly and ran his fingers across his mouth thoughtfully while he studied you, you could not help but gasp inadvertently. You immediately noticed that he had nice hands for a man which was always something you appreciated. His fingers were long and elegant, yet somehow still thick and masculine.

“I am their teacher. I teach them in drama and music and they are both friends with my daughter” you eventually explained and this, clearly, made more sense to him now.

“So, you are Y/N then?” he asked, in response of which you swallowed and your eyes narrowed a little. How did he know your name, you wondered?

“Yes” you said nonetheless and, luckily for you, he intended to give you an explanation.

“The girls have told me a lot about you. You are new at the school and, according to Martha, you are their favourite teacher now” he laughed and you smiled again.

“Just now?” you giggled and the stranger nodded at you.

“Well, they don’t usually get excited about anyone teaching them anything really but your name comes up constantly so they must really like you” the man chuckled before, finally introducing himself. “I am Cillian by the way” he then said while shaking your hand, which was a gesture that surprised you a little. After all, you had been standing there for a while and it was only now that he shook your hand.

“Right, yes” you said, vaguely remembering his name from the files you read about the girls when you took on their class. Cillian Murphy is what it said and the name sounded vaguely familiar to you. and after you spoke about Ava and Eloise with him for a little while longer, your husband came and interrupted you both, seeking an introduction.

But then, without you even having to make an introduction yourself, your husband approached him and whilst you wondered how he already knew Cillian’s name, you did not think to question him about it.

You now simply stood there, allowing Kurt to talk to this stranger even though it was obvious to you that, clearly, Cillian was not interested in what he had to say. Yet, you did not intend to save either one of them from each other and, instead, you simply watched on and smiled. They were incompatible. Different even and, seeing your husband next to the stranger you just met was an interesting look. Your husband was well groomed, wearing a navy-blue Gucci suit, an expensive tie and shirt, a Rolex and even some gold cufflinks and then there was Cillian, wearing a suit probably equally expensive, a simple t-shirt and braided wristbands.

Eventually though, Martha came by and broke up the conversation. She was accompanied by another woman who was much younger than her and it was obvious to you that, despite their acquaintance to each other, they did not get along.

‘You should have worn a shirt babe’ was the first thing she said while approaching Cillian and kissing him on the cheek while taking his hand into hers.

‘Why? To look at videos and photographs?’ he chuckled in response and this amused you. You could not help but chuckle again and it was at this point that Martha introduced the woman by her side as Cillian’s fiancée Lorraine.

Both, you and Kurt greeted her and made your introduction before you had a chance to listen in on their conversation and it appeared to you that, on occasion, Lorraine and Martha had to work together. But this did not mean that Martha had to like Lorraine and the tension between these two women was almost overwhelming, making you feel sorry for the handsome stranger you just met.

He was clearly trying to stay out of whatever they argued about but, in the end, he was caught up in the middle of an argument which clearly pertained some sort of engagement for a magazine.

Shortly after the argument emerged however, Cillian received a phone call and excused himself. It was his sister who had been calling him and since she was the one looking after the twins that night, he was sure to answer.

“I have to go. Ava has been throwing up and I should go and check on her” was the next thing you heard and, just as he addressed you and Kurt once more, you finally got to shake his hand which was incredibly soft and warm.

“It was nice to meet you” he then said with a warm smile and whilst you had expected Lorraine to leave with him, she did not. According to her, she had plans to go out with some friends later that night and whilst Martha was concerned about Ava’s health, Cillian reassured her that he could handle it.

With that, he left and you did not get to speak with him again that night but this did not mean that you forgot about him when you left the exhibition yourself. There was something about him that intrigued you and you did not know what it was. He was different to anyone else you had ever met before and even a little rough around the edges. He was handsome and you felt a strange sensation in the pit of your stomach when you thought about him. It was a sensation you had never felt before, but it felt incredibly good.

The way this man looked at you made you feel something married women were not supposed to feel about men who were not their husbands. His eyes seemed to have burned themselves in to your brain and, whether you allowed it to happen or whether you had no choice in this matter, you did not know.

He had a quiet thoughtfulness and depth about him, as if he understood exactly who you were even though you had never met him before. It was like he could really see you and you did not know how you could possibly have thought this way about a man you had just met and spoken to for mere minutes.

After the Opening Gala -Your POV

“Tonight was nice, was it not?” Kurt eventually asked as you stumbled into your house around midnight and his words removed you from your intrusive thoughts about this handsome stranger.

“Yes, it was lovely” you told him and, since he had a bit to drink already, you knew what it was that he wanted when, eventually, he approached and kissed you passionately.

This was unlike Kurt, but you were not surprised. You had not had sex for three months and, clearly, he thought that, tonight was the night.

Slightly tipsy yourself form the three glasses of champagne you drank, you gave into the kiss and, just as you were kissing your husband, Cillian unbiddenly began to float in to your mind.

What were you doing? This is what you asked yourself as you could not help but wonder what it would feel like to kiss this stranger and, with those intrusive thoughts lingering in the back of your head, you moaned into your husband’s mouth.

“I need you tonight” Kurt then told you and whilst this all felt wrong to you, you nodded reluctantly before pulling yourself away from his embrace.

“I will meet you in the bedroom?” he then asked and you nodded again while wondering why he always wanted to have sex in bed. Why not anywhere else? Why would he not just pin you up against the wall or bend you over the kitchen table? Why always so boring? You met each other over eight years ago and still sex was nothing but a chore for you.

Overwhelmed with guilt for having neglected your husband for a while now though, you made your way to your marital bedroom and, shortly after you arrived, you stripped off your clothes and laid down with the doona covering your naked body.

Kurt arrived five minutes later and did exactly what he would usually do. He kissed you and climbed on top of you, not worrying about any foreplay whatsoever. He just expected you to be ready and thanks to your uneasy thoughts about the handsome man at the gallery earlier that night, you were. You were ready for your husband to have sex with you which, these days, was nothing but exhausting.

As he entered you, he groaned loudly and you simply closed your eyes. You pretended to enjoy it and faking an orgasm was something you were already an expert in these days but then, after about two minutes of relentless and repetitive pounding, your intrusive thoughts returned.

Cillian’s blue eyes and his pink lips were all you were seeing now and, as Kurt was fucking you, you imagined what the stranger’s lips would feel like on your skin.

This went on for a while but, even despite your sexual thoughts about Cillian, you could not quite get there and finish as, after seven minutes and thirty-five seconds of being pounded like a doe, Kurt was done and rolled of you.

This time, you did not even bother faking your own orgasm and your husband must not have cared about your enjoyment either as he rolled to the side and pretty much instantly fell asleep.

It was depressing. Very depressing. But in the end, it was exactly what your marriage had become these days and you knew that you had more pressing matters to think about.

After the Opening Gala -Cillian’s POV

Later that evening, after around midnight, when Cillian arrived at house and checked on the girls who, by then, had both fallen asleep, he gave them both a kiss goodnight and thanked his sister for looking after them for the evening.

“I think she got it all out and is feeling better for it now” Cillian’s sister told him after he enquired about Ava’s episode of illness once more.

“It seems that way” he acknowledged, knowing though that he would have to keep a close eye on her for the rest of the night.

“It might be emotional Cills” his sister then began to say, but Cillian did not know what she meant.

“What do you mean?” he thus enquired but his sister shook her head.

“You know what I mean!” she spat before carrying on. “How much longer will you put up with this, huh?” she then asked almost bluntly but Cillian still did not know what she was talking about.

“What are you talking about?” Cillian thus asked once more and his sister immediately brought up Lorraine’s recent antics.

“Lorraine is not a good role model for Ava and Eloise. Everything she talks about these days are new age diets, which clearly the girls do not need, and designer clothes” his sister pointed out before throwing a stash of magazines onto Cillian’s living room table.

“What is this shit?” Cillian asked while picking them up, looking through them and then throwing them into the bin.

“Teenage magazines which I found in Ava’s room. She has been looking through them, getting the wrong ideas about pretty much everything” Cillian’s said with great concern, feeling as though Lorraine was the culprit behind all of this and, if this was not enough already, she told him what else had happened earlier in the day.

“Just today, before Lorraine left to go out and meet up with you, she got into an argument with Ava. Ava had been using her perfume and Lorraine did not like it. She also felt it necessary to tell her how much she paid for fifty millilitres of fancy water and I am telling you right now that, if this does not stop, both girls will be trouble for you and Martha after you both did so well to keep them out of the movie and fashion scene” Cillian’s sister went on to say while Cillian’s mind began to work overtime yet again.

Things had not been easy for him and his fiancée ever since she took up a new job at a large magazine in London, writing a blog about fashion and life. Her presence on social media was something he disliked especially when pictures she posted included him and his children as well. Martha and him quickly put a stop to this and, yet, Lorraine shared much more about her private life with him than he would have liked.

It was good for her reputation and fame and, as of late, going out, clubbing, was one of her favourite things to do and in return for a good night out, she would write up a review of all the trendy places in town. She did the same for new products which emerged and the spare room which Cillian kept in his house. It had soon been filled with rather useless merchandise that Lorraine adored and shared with the girls but, the worst of it all was that, in addition to this, Lorraine’s latest article mentioned her giving up part of herself for family life which was not even true. She gave up nothing and Cillian never asked her to. She told him that she did not want children and he accepted her position as he, too, did not want to expand his family any further. He was too old for this. The girls were enough for him but, him having them over 175 days a year was a burden to Lorraine and, just tonight, when he had met you and you were speaking so highly of them both, this made him think. Perhaps his sister was right when she told him to keep on looking rather than settling for Lorraine.

“I will talk to her” Cillian said in the end just as his sister was about to leave.

“You should” his sister said while, deep down inside, she thought that Cillian should be looking for someone else. Someone mature and closer to his own age. Someone who was not in showbiz. Perhaps even someone normal.

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jessanight · 1 month

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Hi, is there a reason as to why Kurt Darling is wearing his wedding ring on his middle finger? I've noticed Tashie has a ring in the usual wedding finger, so it strikes me as odd Kurt's one.

Hi! The reason his ring isn’t on his wedding finger is because it’s not a wedding ring, just a ring! Kurt is twice divorced and as far as I remember, not currently married during the events in the game.

I designed him as a character that wears jewellery so players could guess just by looking at him that he’s wealthy! His buckles are fancy and shiny to help with that. Tashie wears a wedding ring to give players a hint about who he writes/reads letters to/from : )

EDIT: @stubbornlightoflife correctly pointed out that the script says Kurt is thrice married, which would make him three times divorced, if he did actually end all those marriages properly. I had forgotten exactly what we settled on, thank u for keeping me right hehe

#The pale beyond #thank you for asking that’s really well spotted!!#The pale beyond art

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a-roguish-gambit · 1 month

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How's Evan in your au?

Doing ok for the most part. Could be better but he's not feeling god aweful. New York was still fairly racist in 1912 but a far cry from the Jim Crow South.

According to the Tuskegee institute, there's only one reported lynching of a black person from the 1880s-1960s. (That's not to say that racial violence of other sorts didn't happen or that unreported lynchings didn't happen, just shows how compared to the South, where people literally had little festivals around lynchings at times and sent postcards about it, hate crimes were generally looked down upon and well...considered crimes) and he has the added benefit of being from a wealthy family that didn't come from an enslaved background. Because Ororo is a recent expat from egypt canonically, so is his family. They run an import/export transport business to the United States which is why they are living there at all. Granted that makes the racism he sees very very obvious to him compared to how he used to live, but the status helps avoid some of the worst of it by avoiding a lot of the financial barriers that prevented black people from escaping poverty and segregation. Segregation in New York, while there, was more financial barrier focused. A lot of places up north had laws against segregation in schools after the civil war, but segregation was often enforced via redlining and such. Cost of living, job prospects, school funding, etc, ect ect. Jim Crow laws didn't start reaching the north in a big way until after wwI.

So cause he comes from money he's able to attend the same school as his friends. He...is not too fond of the kids there and does not fully trust them. They are harmlessly ignorant at the best of times and he doesn't want to get to know them enough to see them at the worst of times. They have a nasty habit of talking down to him and certainly don't act like he's their equal, despite the fact that he is more well traveled and can speak more languages than any of them. (Evan knows French, Arabic, Swahili ,and English in this AU) So he mostly sticks with the institute kids...who absolutely adore him and will not let anyone give him shit. They will avoid places that do segregate to the best of their abilities (you can only avoid public restrooms so much in an emergency), step up to anyone saying something they don't like to him, and generally have his back no matter what, particularly rogue and gambit, who know exactly how bad treatment of black people can get in America at the time. Rouge has basically adopted him as a second little brother at this point, despite him being only a few months younger than her, and as a result, Kurt has also practically physically attached himself to evan. Gambit and Scott both have a no questions asked ride pass for Evan if he needs to go anywhere, Kitty and Evan have bonded over their own shared struggles, and the teachers especially storm have his back no matter what.

He does have some friends outside the institute he plays baseball and basketball at the YMCA and goes on bike riding trips and has made some friends that way. Life isn't easy but he's finding ways to make the best of it.

Also despite their rivalry, or maybe because of it, as of late he's been seeing Pietro a little bit in private to....have chats with him. Friendly ones. Alone. .... I am a sucker for Rivals to lovers okay.

Just to make sure we're all clear I don't want to try and whitewash history, this was not the average experience for black people, even in New york. They experienced a lot of awful shit. I just really like Evan as a character and know how shitty this time could be for black people so I'm giving him the best opportunities I can given in the period. Because Evan deserves the best and he doesn't get enough love in this fandom as is. If anyone has better historical knowledge and would like to critique me on this, particularly black life in New York state at the time, please feel free to I am open to listening because this is not a subject that I am the most knowledgeable on.

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thnxforknowingme · 1 year

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The Same Coin

Pairing: Kurtbastian

Rating: T

Word count: 2200

Summary: Dalton parties are full of surprises - like Kurt ending up in a confined space for seven minutes with Sebastian Smythe, who he absolutely can't stand.

Notes: Written for the @kurtbastianarchive Kurtbastian Prompt Fest 2023, based on prompt #20 by @backslashdelta!

Kurt hadn’t been to a lot of Dalton parties, but as a school for wealthy boys who idolized an a cappella show choir he knew that it would be full of good music, a lot of alcohol, and unpredictable shenanigans.

Still, when Jeff grabbed him and bodily pulled him down to the den in the basement to join some party game, he wasn’t prepared for what he was about to find. When he saw the “game” involved a dozen or so people gathered around an empty beer bottle on the floor, he wrested himself from Jeff’s grasp.

“I am not playing Spin the Bottle,” he insisted. “I have traumatic memories I am not going to relive.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not Spin the Bottle,” Thad reassured him as Jeff guided him to a spot in the circle. “It’s Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

“That’s worse!” Kurt exclaimed. “I’m not interested, you hormonal gremlins! Aren’t most of you straight, anyway?”

Being a Dalton party, the gender ratio skewed heavily male. Kurt had seen a handful of girls throughout the house, and only two seemed to be participating in this game.

“That’s what makes it interesting!” Nick insisted.

“Come on, Kurt,” Jeff pleaded. “Stay for a few spins and then I’ll duet with you upstairs on any song that you want. You might not even get landed on!”

Kurt glowered, but he did like the sound of a duet. Besides, it was senior year and he didn’t get to see his old Warbler friends very often - no matter how stupid the circumstances, he didn’t want to say no to spending time with them.

”I’ll stay for three spins,” he said finally.

A cheer went up through the room, and Jeff reached for the bottle. “I’ll go first, then.”

The bottle spun erratically and landed on a guy that Kurt vaguely recognized from some classes at Dalton. The players ushered them into the laundry room attached to the basement and shut the door. People took turns listening up against the door, calling out crude suggestions, postulating what might be going on, and continuing to drink from Natty Light cans and Solo cups.

When the pair came back out their clothes were visibly disheveled and Jeff boasted loudly about how he’d rocked the other guy’s world, but it was so over-the-top that Kurt was pretty confident it was all for show.

The next Dalton student in the circle spun, and this time the bottle selected one of the few girls in the room. The crowd gasped and ooh-ed, and Kurt gathered that the petite girl who followed the spinner into the laundry room was someone else’s girlfriend. Those seven minutes were a little more tense, and when they were released they both seemed demure, but that only fueled the raised eyebrows and rumor-full whispers already spreading through the party.

The other girl was about to take her turn when a voice called out, “What’s this, huh?” and Kurt turned to see none other than Sebastian Smythe standing at the foot of the stairs, surveying the room.

“Seven Minutes in Heaven,” Nick called out. “You in, Smythe?”

Sebastian’s mouth curled into a smile that only emphasized his rodent-like features. “You all need to play a cute little game to get a guy to make out with you?” he asked. He stepped forward and leaned into the circle, gripping the bottle with his fingertips. “Fine, I can play, if you’re so desperate.”

He twitched his fingers to set the bottle in motion, glass rattling against the floor until it slowed, slowed, slowed - and came to a stop pointing directly at Kurt.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Kurt breathed, and looked up to see Sebastian’s head turn in his direction, recognition and then alarm flitting across his features.

“I don’t think -” Sebastian scoffed, but Thad cut him off.

“The bottle has spoken!” he decreed. “Sebastian, Kurt, you’re up.”

“Absolutely not,” Kurt protested, but Jeff was already pulling him up by the elbow.

“You both knew what you were getting into!” Jeff insisted. “That’s the beauty of the game.”

The whole room seemed involved in shepherding them towards the secluded laundry room, chattering in excitement.

“Now this is a new kind of Seven Minutes,” Nick said, “more like a cage fight.”

“Maybe they’ll reconcile their differences,” Thad suggested.

“Maybe they’ll kiss and make up,” Jeff said, and the room burst into laughter and catcalls.

Sebastian stumbled through the doorway, and Kurt was regrettably close behind him. “Or maybe Sebastian will come out with a broken nose,” someone else postulated.

“He’s an athlete in a contact sport,” a voice argued. “I think he could hold his own.”

“Are you kidding me?” Jeff asked. “Kurt is scary when he’s mad. He’s like a fashionable Hulk.”

“Look,” Kurt called out, one final plea. “This really isn’t necessary!”

“I think it’s time for you boys to be mature,” Thad insisted, a sentiment that was entirely at odds with the juvenile situation. “We’ll see you in seven!”

The door shut, leaving Kurt alone in the dark, cramped space with his old nemesis.

Kurt and Sebastian had started off on pretty terrible terms when they met, since Sebastian was flirting with Kurt’s then-boyfriend. Even long after Blaine had assured Kurt he wasn’t interested in Sebastian, Sebastian continued to be stuck-up, selfish, and obnoxious every time Kurt was forced to be in his presence. Even now that Kurt and Blaine were no longer together and Sebastian posed no threat, Kurt thought he was a despicable human being - and he was good at holding grudges anyway.

Kurt leaned back against the shelves behind him and let out a deep sigh. “This is so stupid.”

“Yeah, I’m not a fan of this either,” Sebastian retorted. Kurt’s eyes were just starting to adjust to the dark, so Sebastian appeared as a vague mass.

“Then why’d you spin the goddamn bottle?” Kurt demanded.

“Because it’s a party, dumbass. Everyone is here to get drunk and make poor decisions that’ll make a great story on Monday. I wouldn’t expect you to be familiar with the concept of fun.”

“We have different definitions of fun,” Kurt bit back. “Mine just happens to involve less risk of STIs or liver failure.”

Sebastian laughed, mocking. “Are you not even drinking?”

“No,” Kurt responded. “Unfortunately, I’m experiencing this stone cold sober. I’m driving tonight. But there’s no amount of booze that would make you an attractive romantic prospect.”

“I know a few people who’d disagree,” Sebastian said, leaning forward and lowering his voice. “You should count yourself lucky for this opportunity. Plenty of guys would like to be in your shoes. Metaphorically, as I’m sure your actual shoes are bedazzled.”

Kurt’s nails dug into his palm as he fisted his hands. “I bet you’re not even a good kisser,” he told Sebastian, stepping forward and matching his tone. “You just only hook up with people so drunk that they’d jump anything that moves.”

Sebastian scoffed, and they were close enough now that Kurt could feel the heat from his body. “Oh yeah, and you’re a paragon of sexuality? You exude frigidity so strongly I bet you’re Ken-doll smooth underneath those flamboyant pants.”

Kurt’s frustration overwhelmed him - he was so mad that he was wasting his time arguing instead of enjoying himself with his friends, annoyed that instead of a fun random kiss he was stuck with someone he hated, angry that nothing he said ever seemed to get through to Sebastian.

“Oh yeah?” he demanded, leaning in closer. He was done with fighting. It was time for drastic action. “Try me.”

He closed the scant space between them and kissed Sebastian.

It had been a while since Kurt had kissed anyone - months since the breakup - and he’d never kissed anyone like this. All heat and no tenderness, a crash of lips and teeth and desperation. He was driven by blind instinct, his hands fisting in Sebastian’s shirt, caught between wanting to pull him closer or shove him away.

Sebastian trapped Kurt’s bottom lip between his teeth, and Kurt yanked their bodies flush together. There was something both thrilling and comforting about being so close, unsure if he was the predator or the prey.

Sebastian’s hands found Kurt’s hips and gripped them hard, jolting heat through Kurt’s body. Kurt gasped involuntarily, which might have been embarrassing if Sebastian didn’t respond by pushing him up against the shelves and starting to kiss down his neck. The wooden shelves dug into Kurt’s back and he knocked over some cleaning supplies when his head fell back. Sebastian’s mouth was divine against his skin, teeth scraping over delicate veins and tongue bringing flames of heat in its wake. He slid one hand up to the nape of Sebastian’s neck, grasping at his short strands of hair, nails scratching against his scalp. Sebastian grunted and moved his hand down to grip Kurt’s ass.

It was rough and new and so fucking sexy.

He tugged Sebastian’s head back up by his hair, pressing their lips together again and swallowing Sebastian’s soft whimper. In the small part of Kurt’s mind that wasn’t overwhelmed by lust, he was so mad that Sebastian actually did turn out to be a good kisser. Somehow that just fueled his passion - he pushed harder and kissed dirtier, as if trying to prove that he was better than Sebastian, as if one of them could win this wordless dispute. Sebastian slotted their legs together, so close to giving the friction that Kurt fiercely wanted -

There was a sharp rapping on the door and Thad’s voice called out, “Time’s almost up! Are you both still alive?”

They broke apart and Kurt pushed Sebastian away, feeling his warm breath huff out against his skin before cooler air filled the new space between them. Sebastian leaned back against the dryer, eyes lidded and mouth partially open. He took in a breath, as though he were going to say something -

“Oh, shit,” Jeff’s voice carried from outside. “Did they actually kill each other?”

Kurt heard the doorknob rattle, and had just enough presence of mind to straighten his shirt and wipe the saliva off his mouth before anyone else could see him.

The door opened, a crack of blinding light quickly expanding to fill the room. Sebastian and Kurt were standing as far apart as possible, staring at each other.

“So,” Thad said. “How’d things go?”

“I still hate you,” Kurt spit out as he turned to leave.

“Good,” he heard Sebastian’s signature cocky tone from behind him. “I still hate you too.”

Kurt grabbed Jeff as he emerged into the den. “Come on, you owe me at least two duets after that.”

The party felt crowded and chaotic after the isolation of the laundry room. Kurt pushed past bodies as he headed back upstairs, blinking in the brightness.

Once they reached the living room, Kurt and Jeff monopolized the karaoke machine for numerous songs - but after the initial outcry about cutting in line, the audience enjoyed their performances so much that there were no complaints. Losing himself in the music helped clear Kurt’s head, forcing him to focus on the moment, instead of dwelling on whatever the hell had happened downstairs.

It was a little after 1AM when Kurt said his goodbyes and headed out. He opened the front door to return to his car, and nearly ran into someone standing on the other side. As he regained his balance, he discovered that it was Sebastian he’d almost collided with.

“Careful, Hummel,” Sebastian warned with a lopsided grin. “Or are you hoping for a second round already?”

Kurt rolled his eyes and pushed past him. The door slammed shut, cutting off the noise of the party. All he could hear were the crickets, the distant sound of the highway, and Sebastian’s breathing.

“Don’t you ever tire of being the worst?” Kurt asked. He paused on the porch steps to turn back and look at Sebastian. He wasn’t sure if it was the general havoc of the party or remnants of their secret tryst, but Sebastian’s hair looked disheveled in an appealingly rakish way.

“Nope,” Sebastian replied. “Pissing you off only gives me more energy, actually.”

Kurt crossed his arms. Even this late, the air was warm and sticky outside. It felt like a summer rainstorm was imminent. “You know,” he said, “you might actually be attractive if you weren’t such an ass.”

Sebastian shrugged. He seemed a little unsteady on his feet. “And you might be attractive if you weren’t so damn uptight.” He jutted his chin up, a confident gesture. “But I exceeded your expectations, huh?”

Kurt raised an eyebrow. “Now who’s fishing for a round two?”

“You started it,” Sebastian pointed out.

“You didn’t stop me.”

Sebastian grinned. “Touche.”

Sebastian’s admission of defeat sent a thrill through Kurt that he didn’t particularly want to examine. It was late, and he definitely needed to go home. “I’ll see you around, Sebastian.”

“Yeah,” Sebastian replied with a knowing smile. “I think you will.”

Kurt turned away, walking through the dewy grass to where his car was parked. He desperately wanted to know if Sebastian was still watching him, but he restrained his urge to turn around.

Kurt hadn’t been to a lot of Dalton parties, but he knew one thing about them - they never turned out how he expected.

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