#and i need. to share my vision. with the world. even if its rejected by like 60%-80% of the wider fandom

[lorillee]

alright everybody. its finally time for my ace attorney investigations 2 retrospective/excuse to talk about the von karma-edgeworth family soap opera for a few thousand words. ive never been good at intro paragraphs so we're just gonna get right into it. this is gonna get long probably so be warned - i was originally going to put it under a cut but unfortunately doing that breaks the image format for some reason so uhhhh we're both just gonna have to live with it 😔 obviously this post is going to have major unmarked spoilers so if you havent played this game for some reason yet you should definitely get on that. anyways. without further ado:

investigations 2 is kind of ultimately about who edgeworth was and who edgeworth is and who edgeworth wants to be, explored via the lens of the nature of parent-child relationships and how parents' legacies impact the decisions their children make and the people they become.

at the end of aa1 (+rfta), edgeworth is confronted with the harsh reality that his mentor/adopted father & the man who taught him everything he knows about prosecuting is 1) a terrible person and 2) did actually have a habit of using forged evidence to keep his 40 year streak going. after being accused of corruption for having used fake evidence himself (unknowingly, but still), edgeworth goes on his whole journey of "what does being a prosecutor even mean, anyways" by means of worlds most melodramatic fake suicide. the answer he ends up arriving at is that defense lawyers and prosecutors, when they have relatively upstanding morals and are given the tools to actually do their jobs, serve as vehicles for the truth, and cannot reliably fulfill this duty without each other. however, the question has always kind of lingered - "well, what about being a defense attorney like gregory?"

phoenix routinely brings up the class trial as like the most formative memory of his own childhood - that experience is inherently tied to who phoenix is as a person - but that trial literally only exists because edgeworth was imitating his father in being a defense attorney. the main character of the main series' inspiration for becoming a defense attorney is intrinsically tied to "back when edgeworth was "good", before manfred "corrupted" him". its because edgeworth becomes a corrupt prosecutor that phoenix chases after him into law school - this apparent complete and entire betrayal of phoenix's whole understanding of him as a person.

so then, now that edgeworth is "good" again, why doesnt he quit the whole prosecutor thing and go back to his childhood dream of becoming like his father?

this question is kind of just left up in the air until investigations 2. with the prosecutor investigation committee being completely corrupted, they make it abundantly clear they dont appreciate edgeworth sticking out of line in an attempt to do his literal job, and try to control him by threatening to take away his badge. furthermore, shields, gregory's old companion, shows back up and works with edgeworth to find the the truth of a handful of incidents that would've otherwise been covered up by the p.i.c. - including gregory's last case, in which he proved that manfred, who prosecuted that same case, did indeed forge evidence.

after relinquishing his badge in a protest against what is clearly an injustice, manfred's old habits being dredged back up, and the extended hand of the man in charge of his father's old law firm, edgeworth is getting pulled in a number of different directions - will he capitulate, give up on prosecuting entirely, run away from his past, and become a defender of the people and an attorney like his father? or will he reject manfred's terrible methods while working to rectify his mentor/adopted father's wrongdoings, face his past head-on, and seek the truth as a prosecutor, regardless of his mentor's legacy and reputation?

both of the paths offered to edgeworth hinge on who he used to be - a boy who wanted nothing more than to be like his father, a phenomenal defense attorney who stood up for those who had nobody to stand up for them, and a young adult who saw the injustice in the world and wanted to punish it in the best way he could think of - becoming like his adopted father who never failed to put a (seemingly) guilty person behind bars.

investigations 2 gives us..... a whole slew of parent-child relationships. like what can only be described as truly an impressive amount: gregory & miles & manfred, master & katherine, sebastian & debeste, gustavia & simon, dover & knightley, blaise & sebastian, courtney & john, lang's dad & lang, and more tangentially manfred & franziska and byrne & kay. for our purposes, though, we're going to focus on the most immediately relevant ones to edgeworth's development specifically - sebastian & blaise and gustavia & simon.

for starters, i think it would probably be best to get the von karma-edgeworth family soap opera soapboxing out of the way.

edgeworth's arc in this game primarily revolves around what he wants to do with his life - he talks a whole lot about his "path", but doesnt really know what that means outside of seeking the truth at all costs. the people around him like to slot him into either "defense attorney" or "prosecutor" for a variety of reasons, but more often than not it ends up boiling down to his fathers in at least some capacity.

franziska is personally betrayed and frankly disgusted by edgeworth giving up his badge (which makes plenty of sense, particularly after their conversation at the end of aa2 and which i have talked about here), and a notable portion of that does have to do with her & manfred's relationship to edgeworth. manfred's influence was a huge factor in miles' decision to become a prosecutor, and they both know it. of course, the more pressing issue for her is the fact that miles is abandoning her again - but the point remains that had it not been for manfred, the likelihood of miles becoming a prosecutor would be, frankly, much lower.

shields, on the other hand, spends a whole lot of the game projecting gregory onto miles. he wants edgeworth to follow in his fathers footsteps and play the role of the returning prodigal son, because he misses gregory and sees a lot of his influence and mannerisms in miles. actually, something i kind of found particularly interesting is that at one point, shields remarks that edgeworth's trademark glare was the same as that of gregory's. theres a whole lot of remarks made on that glare, actually, particularly in combination with edgeworths furrowed brow.

but... shields himself is the one who says this

about - would you guess it - a certain manfred von karma. its no secret that miles has picked up a whole number of manfred's mannerisms and attitudes, even as he's unlearning some of the more harmful ones, but what i found particularly fascinating is that shields saw something that miles picked up from manfred and saw gregory in it instead. while part of it certainly could be that miles did pick part of it up from gregory (which is something that has a basis in the sprites - something i may actually get into a little bit later), its also very possible that this is shields projecting what he wants to see onto miles as opposed to what's actually there. its even more interesting though, because when they first meet, shields actually mistakes edgeworth for manfred because of that glare

shields is so caught up in wanting gregory back from the dead that he occasionally blinds himself from acknowledging that miles is an entirely different person.

and, of course, throughout both this game and the previous investigations game, there's more than a few moments in which edgeworth personally accused of using falsified evidence to convict people - specifically harkening back to our good friend manfred von karma, posterchild of world's most corrupt prosecutors and edgeworth's adopted father/mentor. shields even expresses immense distrust of miles at first simply on this fact, acknowledging that miles was indeed like a son to manfred (..... for whatever that's worth)

actually. while we're here on this point i want to speak briefly about sprite similarities

this game does a whole lot of calling attention to the influence manfred & gregory have had on miles - obviously theres the furrowed brow & piercing gaze and terrible people skills that miles got from manfred, but he also has gregory's affinity for tea and dorky camera face. the sprites also do a great job in visually establishing his inherited mannerisms though - while manfred's influence has done a lot, gregory's habits still peek through the cracks.

ive talked about this a little bit on another post, but i feel like it warrants repeating here anyways. the sprite animations in ace attorney are great for a lot of reasons, but one of the most interesting ones is how they're frequently used to imply connections between characters and the influence of certain relationships.

we know that miles definitely did not get his bowing from manfred, but with gregory's sprites in this game it becomes abundantly clear where they originated from (of course, with the over-the-top melodrama of the von karmas added on top). similarly with miles' hand bounding sprite, its a pointed finger (giving it an accusatory tint, definitely coming from manfred), while gregory's is an open hand (much more inviting), but the bounce nonetheless remains. the sprite similarities between miles & manfred are a bit more straightforward, but something i find tremendously interesting is how the mannerisms miles picked up from his father have the von karma influence absorbed into them - it really is a brilliant visual indicator of the impact both his fathers have had on his character.

i've talked about this general topic semi-extensively on this blog simply because i am truly a bit obsessed with the von karma-edgeworth family soap opera, but i feel like it warrants repeating here anyways since it comes up in this came so often. miles' relationship with gregory is... honestly not really explored terribly much? like shields will reference him a lot and both him and the game itself absolutely loves comparing the two, but as far as edgeworth's personal feelings on gregory go... we. honestly don't get much, either directly or indirectly. which makes sense, obviously - edgeworth was like 9 when he died - but its still interesting. we obviously know that gregory loved edgeworth a lot (see: him thinking about miles periodically throughout the investigation . which is. for the record. absolutely adorable)

but miles doesn't get much of anything at all in terms of internal or external dialogue about gregory. his relationship with manfred, however, is... a lot more messy, but also explored a fair bit through implications.

mr von karma gets brought up a lot in both investigations 1 & 2, and miles' reaction is largely the same - he'll comment on objective facts (usually ones that were brought up in the first by the people around him) whether its manfred's skill in prosecuting or his tendency towards forgery, but blatantly refuses to ever give any sort of subjective opinion on him (franziska is, for the record, the exact same way). theyll dance around the topic, sure, but never genuinely engage with it - as much can be seen if you make edgeworth present his badge to amano in investigations 1.

while franziska's feelings on her father are a lot more obscured, miles' are a little more openly messy - after all, he still keeps his prosecutors badge in his pocket all these years after manfred told him prosecutors who wore their badges are tacky. he still wears the jabot, an integral and iconic bit of manfreds attire (and another thing that made shields briefly think he was manfred). he still has no problem connecting with and helping manfred's old friends (amano, for example). and, mostly damning of all, he still keeps his old prosecutors outfit - the outfit manfred gave him based off of his own suit - plastered to his office wall. its clear that he doesnt approve of manfred's methods of prosecution and recognizes that he was definitely corrupt, but even with all the murder and framing and so on and so forth... manfred was still his dad. even if its not logical for miles to still hold on to that filial love, you cant really argue your emotions into changing into something rational.

with the repeated importance being placed on the influence of gregory and manfred on miles' life, their relationship to him, and other people's expectations for miles based on their legacies established, i think we can probably try to get into sebastian now. gonna be copy-pasting most of my sebastian vs miles & franziska mini-essay here because i dont want to retype it.

sebastian is actually a kind of interesting foil for franziska and miles - its pretty clear that franziska didnt become a prosecutor specifically for manfreds approval (see: miles’ comment on her always having been a prosecutor) and likewise with edgeworth (see: his statement on his motivation for becoming a prosecutor having been to chase down criminals after what happened to gregory), but throughout the flashback case in investigations 1 it is so obvious that both of them desperately crave manfred’s approval even to the point of competing over it.

while this competition follows the usual format of franziska insisting on something and miles passively going along with it as opposed to actively engaging, he spends the entire case literally trying to be a mini-manfred (its very sad and also kind of cute), and its made pretty clear that at the very least he would not be the prosecutor he is without manfred’s influence. furthermore, at the end of aa2, franziska also comments on the pressures and expectations being placed on her by virtue of being manfred’s daughter - she felt that she was obligated to become a genius prosecutor simply because of her birth. while the wording indicated to me outside pressure rather than manfred specifically, the point remains that manfred, while not the sole driving reason, did have a significant impact on their career choice.

sebastian, however, specifically says he became a prosecutor for the purpose of getting his dad's approval. blaise routinely speaks ill of sebastian, calling him stupid and an idiot and embarrassing and so on and so forth, but its incredibly clear that sebastian is genuinely desperate for any sort of positive affirmation from his father. he unknowingly cheated his way through law school, graduating at the top of his class purely through blaise's connections, and is genuinely distraught when he finds out that everything he built his adult life on was a lie. the game spends a fair amount of time showing you how wildly terrible sebastian is at being a prosecutor, only to reveal that the reason he's like this is, like, 80% his dad's fault.

unlike sebastian, however, franziska and miles are both quite competent at their jobs and manfred, unlike blaise, actually has confidence in their ability to perform to his expectations (see: him bullying badd into letting them try to solve the case in the investigations 1 flashback case). sebastian & blaise are like a worse and caricatured version of the von karma family soap - basically, they're what would happen if miles & franziska 1) were absolutely dependent on manfreds approval and 2) weren't terribly good at prosecuting, and if manfred was 1) prone to coddling and 2) actively verbally abusive.

theres also the added parallel of “oops! my dad actually really sucks as a person” and the ensuing Complicated Feelings On Dad after this. franziska expresses an egregious amount of disdain for sebastian before we really get into the blaise debacle because she doesnt respect him as a person at all, but is honestly surprisingly sympathetic when it turns out his dad is a criminal. futhermore, she willingly relinquishes her place at the prosecutor's bench for him when its clear he's ready to stand up to blaise, even if hes crying and sobbing the whole way through. its this shared experience and his subsequent growing of a spine that earns her respect.

edgeworth, for his part, also doesnt seem to respect sebastian much at all before the kidnapping incident. however, upon trying to prod him into telling what happened, edgeworth recognizes a part of his old self in sebastian, as well as sebastians willingness to grow up and move past his desperation for his father's approval.

more than just being a funhouse mirror version of the von karmas, blaise and sebastians relationship highlights the dangers of blindly chasing after your parents, critical thinking long forgotten, which has a twofold meaning in regards to miles. obviously, theres the pretty straightforward parallel to his blatant idolization of manfred as a young prosecutor - while the situation wasnt necessarily the same, it still possesses those echoes of a desperate need for acknowledgement/approval, to the point of following their fathers' examples even in the worst ways. @/pkducklett left some really great tags on one of my posts which hits the nail on the head:

but it also begs the question: is blindly chasing after his childhood dream of being like gregory really what miles wants to do with his life? a point we'll loop back around to in a bit, but important to keep in mind for edgeworth's overall arc.

so onto simon & gustavia! simon's relationship with his murderous father gustavia also serves as a foil to miles and one of his dads like sebastian & blaise - however, instead of our notoriously trigger happy friend manfred von karma, it's actually.... gregory! which is, for the record, tremendously fun. simon & miles both became orphans at a young age - which is a notable part of the reason edgeworth agrees to take his case in the jail episode, even. the camaraderie between two people who have shared in the same traumatizing experience and so on and so forth - but instead of being taken from his son like gregory was, gustavia purposely abandons simon once he's deemed him worthless.

post-orphaning, both miles & sebastian are taken under the wing of men of questionable character - miles is adopted by manfred von karma, gregory's rival, murderer, and the anti-thesis of everything he stood for, and sebastian becomes the apprentice to dogen, a ruthless assassin. interestingly enough, though, this parallel diverges in the end - manfred throws miles under the bus and backs up over him like three separate times, metaphorically speaking, while dogen actively puts his life on the line to save sebastian.

miles & simon both experienced the injustice of the law system - miles in the absolute failure of the courts to find his father's true murderer, and simon in his personal experience in its utter corruption. their reactions to this injustice leads them both to commit further injustices - miles in uncritically adopting manfred's ideals and teachings, and in this process definitely sending innocent people to jail at some point or another, and simon in his attempt at semi-vigilante justice via manipulating all the people who ruined his life into either ending or ruining each others', regardless of anybody innocent who got caught in the crossfire.

of course, the narrative purpose of making simon a foil to miles is the final confrontation on three main points - 1) what does miles fight for? why is he a prosecutor? 2) how do you deal with the absolutely rotten law system in japanifornia? 3) are we simply doomed to become our parents, or can we become more than just their continued legacies? which naturally leads us to the final question posed in the thesis - the heart of the game - who does miles want to be?

shields spends a lot of time trying to convince miles to pick up gregory's mantle and join him back at the law offices, but the problem is that miles simply isn't the starry-eyed child who would do anything to be like his father anymore (growing up under the roof of one of the greatest prosecutors of one's time will do that to you). he's no longer the sebastian to blaise for either of his fathers - he cannot simply throw everything he's learned and experienced away in an attempt to imitate gregory, but also has soundly rejected many of manfred's most staunchly held ideals. while not all of them remain, a major part of the reasons he became a prosecutor still hold - even as he's abandoned his badge.

simon was what edgeworth could have become under slightly different circumstances, and he says as much himself. he recognizes that the law isn't perfect and more often than not is wildly abused by everybody in power to subject everybody else to their whims - and that, no matter how hard a defense attorney tries.... if the courts are inherently stacked against them, a corrupt prosecutor will inevitably win. at the end of aa2, edgeworth returns from his wildly melodramatic sabbatical with the answer that the prosecution and the defense need to work hand in hand to reveal the truth - which is, obviously, a correct statement - but there's more to it than that.

there's more than just the defendant at stake in trial - the protection of the victims (whether recognized as the victim by the law or not) are why the laws exist in the first place - this is the reason that edgeworth arrives at for his reason for being a prosecutor. its simon who reminds him of why he started down this path in the first place - the visceral pain edgeworth felt at his father's death and the desire for justice to be done for gregory and himself mirroring simon's feelings after being abandoned by his father and his flight after being the witness to a crime wildly corrupt people in power committed. to be what phoenix was for him in turnabout goodbyes - to be a beacon of hope and justice for the wronged - that is miles' duty.

edgeworth speaks a lot about following "his path" to truth, wherever that might lead, but at the beginning of the game doesnt seem to have a clear idea of what he actually wants to do. he stalls out on shields' many wink wink nudge nudge offers to join the defense attorney firm and be like his dad and continues acting like a prosecutor (indicting people, investigating, the likes) even while being stripped of his authority as one (by his own choice!).

ultimately it all boils back down to these three questions miles asks sebastian in the logic chess game post kidnapping - "what are you going to do now? will you walk the same path as your father? will you continue to be a prosecutor?"

much, much earlier in the game, shields says to edgeworth, "to fight crime as a prosecutor, or to save people as a defense attorney. i want you to think carefully about how you want to live your life from now on." - which, taken with the context of the game as an essay on parents and inheritance and manfred & gregory's influence on miles, is... pretty much the game in a nutshell, actually.

miles spends the entire time playing both defense attorney and prosecutor, indicting certain people and defending others throughout. this is arguably most notable in the flashback/flashforward case where all the members of the original is-7 investigation are there, except for manfred and gregory, who are both being stood in for by - would you guess it - our very own miles edgeworth. he is their legacy, their successor, and their inheritor. in the end, he takes the skills they taught him and the values they imbued him with and the lessons he learned from them to forge his own path - it really is just his final answer to shields' question in the finale of the game: "i want to save people as a prosecutor."

#ace attorney #aai2 #miles edgeworth #gregory edgeworth #manfred von karma #lorillee.txt #the von karma-edgeworth family soap opera #lorillee liveblogs aa investigations 2: electric boogaloo #ok if i left something out that i wanted to talk about SORRYYYY ive spent too much time looking at this thing and i want it out my drafts #i know this post will probably not get many notes simply because its a bit long but its MY soapbox and ill stand on it if i want to #anyways this game slays its like basically 50% of the ultimate von karma-edgeworth family soap opera thesis #also do not expect me to write anything like this for aa4 5 or 6 im just particularly deranged about this topic and these characters #i think honestly 80% of the reason i wrote all this out is because i know absolutely nobody else is going to do it for me #and i need. to share my vision. with the world. even if its rejected by like 60%-80% of the wider fandom #anyways the one thing this has taught me is that actually i would never be cut out for being a lit major #even for things i want to talk about i spend a million years procrastinating on it. because lord knows i am allergic to writing #also if you have something you want me to elaborate on ask me and i'll see what i can do 😎👍 #and be sure to follow me for more insane von karma-edgeworth family soap opera takes

[with-love-from-hell]

Neverending Nights

written for Gn!Mc (you/yours)

genre: hurt/comfort

pairing: Mammon x MC (can be seen as platonic/friendship)

Cw: depression implication, self-loathing, FOMO, rejection sensitivity, reader is gn but coded as shorter than Mammon.

"I sincerely apologize, Mc, but I will have to postpone our date tonight." Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temple. "Diavolo urgently needs me at the castle to review RAD's cost analyses and approve a budget for next quarter- especially considering the cost for repairs has been much more significant this quarter."

"That's ok." You mumble mournfully. "I understand."

Lucifer winces, feeling the disappointment glaring through in your tone of voice. "I do hope you know I will be making this up to you ten fold when I have the opportunity, Mc."

You smile weakly before wishing him luck at his meeting and returning to your room. It didn't hurt- at least, not at first. Lucifer was always busy- it couldn't be helped, after all. Besides, he always made due on his promise to reschedule your quality time together- all the brothers did. They valued your time...right?

"Sorry Mc, I'm at a photoshoot with Devilstyle right now! Talk later, mmkay? <3"

"I'm at a banquet to honor one of my close associates. Maybe tomorrow?"

"MC! I'm currently in line at the music shop on Dogma Street! Surce Frenzy is here signing autographs. Can you believe it?! The line is so long though...I probably wont be back until morning LOL!"

"Fangol practice is running late. I won't be home for awhile..."

"Too...tired..."

Tears begin to well up behind your eyes. Even your friends at Purgatory Hall were all out together at a movie without even thinking to invite you... The breaking point, though, was the fact that Mammon didn't bother to respond to your texts at all.

Your stomach feels heavy as you set your phone to the side. Every rejection from your found family replayed in your head on a loop. Part of you was sure it was a coincidence that they all happened to be too busy for you right now, and that this is just what happens from time to time. Another part of you, though, was reminded of all the other times you were cast aside, ignored, forgotten, and rejected by others.

Your kind weren't exactly cruel to you, but there was a sense of belonging shared amongst humans that you just didn't really feel with very many of them. And part of you was convinced that they felt it too, which is why you often felt left out of...well...everything during your time there, and why the Devildom, and the friends you made here, had felt so much more like home to you.

But now, here you lay- curled into yourself in the corner of your bed. The same hurt from back then worming its way from your stomach, to your heart, and up through your throat. Your entire body felt tight and tense; the only catharsis it allowed was from the shuddered breaths and muffled cries that escaped your lips. Darkness shrouded your vision, not even the light from your phone was enough to permeate it. The blanket you've surrounded yourself with closes further and further in on you, slowly making its way over your face and shielding you from the outside.

Had you done something wrong? Maybe you unintentionally said something insulting about one of them and it spread around the group. Did they all hate you now? Maybe your "new shiny object" charm wore off, and they were bored of you- like when a child gets a bunny for Easter and their parents end up getting rid of it after a month because they lost interest. Or maybe you were never really interesting to begin with. They could have been faking it, just to get on Diavolo's good side. Or maybe they were using you...There definitely was evidence to suggest that could be the case. So they'll come back when they need something again...But maybe they never will? Maybe they'll send you back to the human world and forget all about you...

The thoughts hurled their way through your mind rapidly. Somehow, you managed to sift through what you thought to be the plethora of evidence that supported each one of your theories. It didn't make sense for all of them to be correct of course, but you believed it was more likely than sheer coincidence. How else would it explain why Mammon and Belphie just ignored your messages?

You tighten your grip on the blanket you bundled yourself into, pulling the fabric down over your eyes. The self-deprecation and rejections replayed in your thoughts like a broken record. The inside of your mind was so loud, you barely heard the sound of your door flinging open and slamming against the wall.

...barely.

"Oi, human! I just got back from winnin' big at the Casino. Ya won't believe how much I got this time!" Mammon quipped loudly as he strolled into the dark room. The light from the hall spilled in, illuminating your lumpy figure under the blankets. Mammon cocked his head to the side as he noticed you, fiddling with a small box that he was hiding behind his back.

You don't reply, only curl into yourself further, praying for him to go away. You were certain that he was only here to brag, and hadn't even glanced at the message you sent him about wanting to spend time together. Clearly, the Casino and his greed meant more to him. He was a demon, after all.

"Aye! I'm talking to you, Human! This aint no time to be sleepin'! C'mon!" Mammon paused his movements as he reaches the edge of your bed. His brow now furrowed with a mixture of confusion, irritation, and concern. After you don't respond a second time, his anxiety begins to spike.

"What, are ya sick or somethin'?" Mammon shakes you a little to roughly with one hand, but the action becomes more gentle when he finally hears your sniffling, despite your best attempts to hide it. "Hey...what'sa matter?"

You shake your head enough to where you're sure he can see the movement from beneath the covers, but still say nothing. Mammon's frown deepens on his face, now heavily concerned with whatever had you to the point of tears.

"Did someone..? I swear if anyone dared lay a damn hand on ya, their head would be mounted on The Great Mammon's wall!" He growls protectively. Mammon squeezes your shoulder gently, but is taken aback when you swat his hands away.

"G-go away." You mutter.

Mammon blinks, taking a minute to process what he'd heard you say. "Huh?"

"I said: Go. Away." Your voice is louder as you snap at him, finally revealing your face from underneath the blanket cocoon you had nestled your woe into.

Mammon's eyes widen at the state of your tear-stained face. "Hey now...I ain't goin' anywhere 'til you tell me what's eatin' ya."

You sigh, folding yourself back under the blankets without another word. Mammon stands there, confused, trying to think of what to do. Clearly you weren't going to make him leave, despite saying you wanted to be alone. For a minute he ponders what could have you so upset. After his mind continues to draw blanks, he pulls out his phone, trying to see if you had maybe left any clues in the group chat. After reading through the innumerable messages declining the request to spend time with you and you're dejected "that's ok..." in response, he begins to put the pieces together.

"I'm here now, Mc..." Mammon clears his throat, sitting at the edge of your bed. "So...er...we can hang out, if ya want..."

Again, you don't reply to him. The only thing swimming through your mind now is the pity he must feel for you, seeing you like this. He probably thinks you're pathetic.

Mammon shifts his jaw. He hadn't often seen you in a state like this, but something about being lonely must have set you off. He thinks back to all of the times he himself had been lonely, and everyone else was too busy for him. The difference for him, though, was he found comfort in greed- that was his way of feeling less lonely. The casino, the horse track, and even online gambling dens were crowded with demons. Sure, many of them would roll their eyes at him or make snide remarks when he passed them by, but at least he wasn't alone.

He lets out a sigh, fidgeting with the box in his hand. "I'm sorry Mc. I didn't know you were so lonely. If I woulda known, I'd've come right home and skipped the Casino..." He pauses, glancing at your form that lay hidden underneath the blankets. "..but, I also wouldn't've been able to get ya this."

You barely have time to register what he says before a box is shoved into your face. You blink a few times before carefully taking it out of his hands. You swipe the blankets away from your face, taking the chance to study Mammon's intentions. You were surprised again to see him blushing, now turning his head away from you. With an uncertain breath, you open the box. A small gasp escapes your lips, and you snap your attention back to Mammon, who's blush seemed to have spread to his ears.

Inside the box is two sparkly gold necklaces, the heart-shaped pendants appear to be two halves that connect in the center with a magnet, showing that the wearer of each has a "half" of the other person's. "Partners in Crime" is spelled out in black cursive when the pendants are connected to each other. The gift seems befitting of a pair of middle schoolers who labeled each other as best-friends.

But as juvenile as the gift was in theory, you couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, Mammon...this is very sweet."

"Yeah, yeah..." Mammon cleared his throat, trying to hid the reddness deepening on his cheeks. "I- uh- just got it so that other demons wouldn't mess with ya, not cuz I got a crush on ya or somethin'... If they see us wearin' the same necklace, they'll know you belong to the Great Mammon!"

For some reason, the comment doesn't phase you. If he'd said something like that 10 minutes ago, you would have been convinced he wanted nothing to do with you, but the gesture of the gift and the adorable flustered state he was in was proof enough that he cared about you...so much so that he went out of his way to pick up a good quality set of jewelry for you both to wear together with his winnings from his gambling. Instead of acknowledging his words, you hug him tightly.

"I...uh..." Mammon interrupted your thoughts, looking down at you with a sheepish smile on his face. "I still got some money left over from my winnings...did ya wanna order a pizza and watch some movies? I ain't got anythin' to do for the rest of the night and-"

"That sounds perfect." You smile warmly up at him. "Thank you."

Mammon finally returns your hug, squeezing you tightly. "Good. You ain't goin' anywhere cuz I got ya all to myself now, ya got that?! And...no more cryin' like that either...The Great Mammon's gonna make all yer problems go away!!"

You let out a small laugh, nuzzling into his chest. "Sure, Mammon..Sure."

#obey me! #obey me mammon #mammon #mammon x reader #gn!reader #gn!mc #mammon x mc #hurt/comfort #OM!

[soov-archived]

B𝗨ZZ L𝗢V𝗘 ── psh.

✶ : 0.8k, park sunghoon & gn!reader, fluff, mutual pining, best friends to ?? ⚠ : mentions of food, light cursing, lowercase intended. ੭ : v crappy drabble BUT happy late hoon & ni-ki day! <33

park sunghoon was considered an untouchable superior being by every person he met. his image emanated graciousness, respect, and kindness. the whole world saw sunghoon in an ethereal light, except for you.

you got to see his unrestrained sides, melancholic moments, jokes, and teasing behavior, just like you did this exact moment.

“get your dirty hands off of my bowl!”

sunghoon giggled at your snarky tone, walking away with his head tumbling to the sides and a mouthful of popcorn.

a scoff left your lips, looking at the now small amount of snacks in your pot. “we don't have any left for our movie session.” you sighed.

“stop being so dramatic, y/n,” he snorted, sitting on his island's stool. “i bought enough popcorn and snacks for a month. they're down there,” sunghoon pointed proudly to a lower cabinet he previously stuffed with food.

you bent down to prove his word, and after you did, a glimpse of him in your peripheral vision stared at you with a boyish smirk.

“told ya.” park tutted.

with your hands on your knees, you stood up. all the emotion vanished from your face, and you blinked one, two times before wordlessly making your way to your best friend's couch.

“rude,” sunghoon muttered under his breath, but when you turned around to glare at him, he raised his arms innocently in surrender.

once you two settled down with the bowl between your bodies, a calm atmosphere came along. the warmness of the blanket you shared was perfect for a comfortable movie night.

it took some time to persuade sunghoon to re-watch your favorite horror movie, though he gave in when you promised you'd hold his hand through the scary parts.

the vote made his heart melt, pale cheeks blooming with the prettiest shade of red. sunghoon didn't know exactly when he started getting feelings for you, but as he took note of them, it was a harsh, big fall.

part of him wished he had the guts to do something about it; the other annulated the first possibility in fear of rejection. however, he kept enjoying these moments of affection you two shared regardless of the ‘best friends’ label.

as the movie played, the popcorn slowly came to its final. reaching his hand out for more, sunghoon ended up grabbing an old maid. his curious coffee-brown eyes stared at the unpopped corn betwixt his pointer finger and thumb, and he opened his mouth to speak.

“do you think if i ate this, it would turn into popcorn inside me?” he mused out loud, gaze still fixated on the little thing in his hand.

the question forced you to suppress a snicker. of course sunghoon would ask something like this — some weeks ago he even tried to convince you that if you swallowed a watermelon seed, the fruit would grow in your stomach. it was absurd, but it still made you spit out the seeds on your plate.

in contemplation and deep thoughts, you hummed, watching his side profile. “i think you would need a very hot body for it to pop.”

“that i have.” he coyly smirked, flexing his toned bicep.

“don't think so, hoon,” you laughed playfully, turning your head to the film that reached its peak. soon, you felt a warm breath hitting your neck.

“say that again?” sunghoon whispered, voice wavering. the sudden bolt of confidence shocked him, and he knew his ears were definitely crimson.

with your eyes locked, you briefly smiled at the sight of his flushed face glowing in the open kitchen's dim light. you wondered if that was his way of showing that he returned your secret feelings for him.

gingerly cupping his jaw, you stroked his left cheek while holding onto the same confidence he sported. his skin felt warm under your fingertips. “don't think so, hoon.”

sunghoon's hesitant gaze flickered to your lips, slowly raising again. he rested his palms on the blanket covering your waist. “can i...?”

you nodded softly, closing your eyelids and leaning in. tingles ran through your whole body in anticipation, a blissful smile still present on your features. the moment was surreal, magic, and way too good to be true.

“ARGH!”

you two jumped with the scream before you could kiss, knocking the bowl over as the remaining popcorn flew around. your heart threatened to jump straight out of your ribcage, breath ragged.

“what the hell, ni-ki!” sunghoon growled, gathering some old maids and throwing them at the younger one who appeared out of the blue.

“oh, sorry,” riki smiled devilishly, gesturing towards the movie that still played in the background. “this scene always scares the crap out of me.”

you stared at the boy in disbelief. he paid no mind to you and grabbed the food in the cupboard. “have a great night, guys!” he waved bashfully, running off to his room.

silence came in a second, the tension unbearable to the point each of you went to an extremity of the couch. there was no doubt you both were embarrassed, anyone could point it out by simply judging your timid looks.

you inhaled deeply, mustering up all the courage you had left from your cheesy moment.

“i think we need to talk.”

⠀ ⠀ © soov, 2O22.

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[m-jelly]

A letter from Levi

War has taught me many things, my love. Loss, pain, suffering, anger, depression and fear. Though, the most important thing I have come to face was my undying love and dedication to those around me. I, as you said, truly gave my all to the people I cared about. I gave my life to Erwin and allowed him to use me like a blade. I gave my skills to Hange and allowed them to capture titans. I gave up sleep, food, comfort and love for others.

Then along came you...

Walking into your quaint little shop was a breath of fresh air. You sold basics in your delightful shop and good prices for the common person. I went in to see what tea and cleaning supplies you would have, but you left me breathless and not from the delightful selection. I must admit, I may have watched you from a distance and observed your movements. I was entranced by you and had no experience with longing for someone.

The first time we really talked, it was all thanks to the advice and encouragement from Erwin. We spoke after you locked up your shop one evening. I escorted you home and I got you laughing. Your laugh was such a beautiful song that drifted through the dirty streets. You lit up my world that night and turned something so dark, into a bright future.

When I finally asked you on a date, after hovering around your shop so much, I felt so panicked. I almost had, what others have now told me, a panic attack. I wanted so desperately for us to work out. I wanted us to be together. I wanted us to be a couple so bad, but I knew I could easily ruin everything. My words get in the way, I say things I don't mean or they come out wrong. I wanted this to work.

When I picked you up from your home, my world stopped. You were so enchanting. Your dress squeezed your body and showed me even more how stunning you truly are. I must admit, I was jealous of the wind when it pushed its cold fingers into your hair and caressed your head and face. I wanted to embrace you, but I feared you would reject me. You took the lead though. You took my calloused hand into yours. You curved your kissable lips into a reassuring smile. I was sold.

You knew I was learning and you were so gentle. Our first kiss was a fumble on my end, but you held me close and pressed your hot plump lips against my own for the second. I had never tasted such sweetness before. Your lips were more addictive and pleasurable than tea and cleaning. I wanted you, I needed you, I desired you endlessly.

You infected my heart and soul. Before you, I did everything for others, but after you, I only ever thought of you. I wanted the cottage, the sweet tea shop, the darling little children and the comforting pets. I wanted it all. You gave me a future.

Our first time...it was magical and yet an embarrassment on my end. You led me on how to touch you, please you and lick you. I enjoyed devouring you and making you blush and moan in completion. You sounded sweeter than an angelic choir, your blissful face was more dazzling than a sun rising beyond the walls. When it came to joining bodies, I stumbled. You reassured me, but to this day I still feel guilty for gaining my end before you. However, I have certainly made up for it. I worship your body often and take pleasure in your pleasure. You once addressed me as a pleasure dom and I do indeed believe I am.

Our wedding day. Such an enchanting day from beginning to end. We became one forever, even though I did not know then I was an Ackerman. I was grateful we married while my friends were all with us. I wanted to share my happiness with them. I wanted them to see the vision that was you.

Our little cottage was perfection. Your garden was ever so sweet. We took care of each other and still do. I was happy, but it didn't last. I went through a dark time. I lost my team, lost a dear friend, lost my best friend and lost my uncle so soon after each other. I was breaking inside and yet you stayed. You held me, loved and picked up the pieces that fell for me. I was falling apart faster than you could fix me, but you never gave up on me. You were there for me and I will forever be grateful for your dedication and love.

I thanked you for your love when I was getting better. I took you to the beach and you pleaded to move house there. How could I say no to that delightful sparkle in your eyes? You tugged at my heartstrings and we moved. Our new home, that we live in now, is perfect. I love this place because it's when we started making a family and blooming our company. The Ackerman bakery and teahouse was popular and you did so well to run it when I could not be there.

Our son, our sweet baby boy you kindly named Erwin was a blessing. I was riddled with fear and anxiety, but I let my love take over and we worked together. You were and are a goddess for making such a sweet child and welcoming them into this world. Soon after Erwin, we welcomed Kuchel. Two perfect little angels.

Then the dark days came. I cannot imagine what you went through when I was gone and got blown up by Zeke. I cannot imagine how scared and worried sick you were. To this day we still haven't fully talked about it because I respect your pleas not to. I was gone for a while and my mind was on ending this war and getting back to you and our two babies. I wanted to hold you again and I prayed that you were safe during the rumbling.

It took time to come home to you, but I remember that day well. I rolled my wheelchair down the path to our home. You had our daughter tied to your chest as you helped our son walk. You were positively glowing. I called your name and the look in your eyes changed to heartache, joy, anger, confusion and finally love. We embraced, we cried, and our kids cried out of confusion of it all. I held our babies and showered them with kisses. You took me in, tended to my wounds and that night we reminded each other just how alive we are.

As our babies learned how to walk, I too was learning again. You did everything for me and our little ones. You did, even more, when we discovered you were pregnant with our third little blessing. You were and are incredible. You do so much and ask for nothing back. You shower us all in love.

Now we have four little darlings, each one a delight and a gift in our lives. I have been plotting with them, creating a big surprise for you. I know there is no anniversary coming up, or a birthday. We wanted to do this to show you how much we love you. Our kids are still young, so what they have made is simple, but I wanted to write this letter to you and try to put into words our life together, my love for you, and how I admire you and care for you. You weren't a soldier in the war, but you fought harder than anyone else. You were the very glue that kept our family together. You are the reason I am alive and our little babies are. You are incredible.

I love you. I love you from the bottom of my heart. You are my everything, my reason for living, my reason for getting better, my reason to fight, my reason for being here. I love you.

I am yours, forever and always yours. My life and love are all yours. I will do anything for you. You made four little lives and you protected and fuelled my life. You are a saint and I am honoured to be married to you. I love you. I cannot express enough how much I love you.

Waking up next to you in the mornings. Your warm soft skin under my fingertips as I drag them down your back. The summer sun making your body sparkle in its joyful light. The soft curve of your lips as you smile and mumble a gently good morning. The arch of your back as you lean up and grace my lips with a loving kiss. Mornings with you will forever be my favourite because we are in our own world, just you and me.

Forever yours, your loving husband.

Levi Ackerman

🖤

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[holofoiltowercard]

The Journey of The Tarot Haiku

V: The Hierophant - Doing it my way

That title speaks more to the reversed Hierophant, who was actually the star of the show at one time during the process of preparing my manuscript for publication, so I decided to dedicate this post to that funny anecdote, but I also wanted to talk about how it fits into my life in general.

Ever since I was little, I have been doing things differently. My mom once told me, "After two kids, I thought I knew what to expect. You blew that out of the water." After two fairly normal siblings, my family found me somewhat incomprehensible, but because I was really good at drawing, soaked up any English I heard like a sponge and did well in school, it was put down as a case of having a quirky genius on their hands. Looking back, I would not call myself that, and I don't really wish the curse of being considered gifted on any child: it really messes with everyone's expectations, including your own. Whenever I fell short, I was devastated. But I never did stop, because as it turned out, my way of perceiving the world and interacting with it was simply different from other people's, and I followed what my inner compass told me was the right direction. Sometimes it worked out, sometimes it didn't, but live and learn.

I always loved creative projects, and spent over twenty years doodling compulsively, and writing the odd poem here and there. I wanted to write books, and even now when I ask myself, what do you wish you could do with your life, my answer is that I would love to write stories and share them - despite that, for the longest time, writing simply didn't happen, and I actually started earnestly, and in English, in my late twenties. I had my confidence in my storytelling shattered a few times in the course of my life, and because I could draw, everyone was encouraging that, but to me drawing was partly a way to keep my hands busy; the only way I could pay attention at school was drawing in textbooks and notebooks (needless to say my teachers kind of hated that). As I got more comfortable with writing, I stopped drawing as much, and now I rarely do unless I'm asked or I'm engaging with a project where I need to draw - such as this book.

Once I started writing the poems in earnest, I could tell that they had the potential of becoming a book, and I got very excited. It could have been a more standard poetry book that features only text, but I was more ambitious than that. I love a good illustration, so I made illustrations after my own vision, but above all, as soon as I thought of the layout you have to physically turn about to reverse the card in the middle and reveal the poem attached to it, I knew I had to go with that. I only learned in the last stages of preparing my manuscript that what I devised was called "ergodic literature", and felt really glad that I had a proper expression to describe what I had done.

In the layout I was confident; in the process of self-publishing, not so much. I actually consulted the Tarot a lot once I made up my mind to publish. I asked what dates I ought to aim for as the publication date; I asked what I could expect if I published here or there; and as I was preparing the document with Kindle Create, I kept asking the cards if it was going to go well in its current state. I was starting to get reversed cards, and got so frantic I actually went to consult guide books to suss out the meaning better. It was in this state that, for the paperback, I drew a new card, and got The Hierophant reversed. Again, I was already kind of jittery and unfocused, and went to the guidebook... which basically said, "Stop asking others for approval and just trust yourself."

It was hilarious. I laughed heartily, and I submitted.

A day later the paperback version was rejected... because of the upside down text. Turns out Kindle Direct Publishing does not allow that in print, even if it is ergodic literature. The support person I emailed was very kind and apologetic, but there it was: having upside down text in print was unconventional and here it was not allowed. I thought back to The Hierophant reversed, and laughed again at how perfectly it captured the whole situation.

I ended up reformatting the book for paperback, so the ergodic layout disappeared, and each card was featured twice in order to show off the reversed cards under their respective poems. I am a visual thinker, and I also think it's just neater to see the cards actually in reverse position, and being able to ponder the poem and the imagery at the same time. Again, I've never come across a guide book in my studies that showed off the reversed card when discussing its reversed meaning, so I wanted to have it for my book. I guess here is where the upright Hierophant comes in: in the process of capturing the meanings in succinct little poems and attaching illustrations to them, I realized that the book could be used as a practical guide for beginners, and from there on I made a commitment to that. I'm glad that the ebook was allowed to retain its layout, because I really loved it, and this way it does feel more like a volume of poetry and the homage I had meant it to be, and at the same time I'm happy with the paperback and hardcover versions being more accessible, even if the reformatting sort of bloated the page count (bringing it from 113 pages to 190). I sincerely hope that anyone new to Tarot will find it insightful and fun.

Buy the ebook

Buy the paperback

Buy the hardcover

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[bluemoonfantasiesiii]

SumeruBedo Voice Lines

(Some of these are the same as his canon voice lines)

Hello

I am Dhaval, assistant to the Forest Watcher. You carry the aura of the stars, interesting... I would like to study you, if you do not mind. I'm certain we will have many opportunities to be alone in the future.

Chat: Still Life

What a view... How about a quick break so I can sketch this beautiful scenery?

Chat: Investigation

“The truth of this world"... *sigh* What could it be?

Chat: Reminiscing

Going out into the world and investigating, turning the "unknown" into the "known." ...Ahhh, I missed this feeling.

When It Rains

Thankfully I had the foresight to waterproof both the paper and the ink I use to take notes.

When Thunder Strikes

We should seek shelter. If I recall, there’s an adequate cave system nearby.

When It Snows

Master…

When the Sun is Out

Ample light... active biological organisms... Yes, this is a good place to sketch.

When it’s Windy

Let my quickly bind my notes so they don’t blow away.

In the Desert

I’ve crafted some pendants using the stamens of mist flowers to keep us cool during the day, and flaming flowers to keep us warm at night.

Good Morning

Good morning. Are we going to search for unusual flora today?

Good Afternoon

Good afternoon. I was just about to survey the surrounding area for any abnormalities that may need to be investigated. Care to join me?

Good Evening

The sunset bathes everything in a soft, pink glow. It makes a perfect backdrop for a painting.

Good Night

The crickets and frogs have begun their nightly serenade, and the fireflies are like tiny lanterns dancing over the water. The forest truly comes alive at night.

About Dhaval: Genius

Genius? ...A number of people call me that. But I don't think I'm any "genius."

About Dhaval: Socializing

Relationships are... quite troublesome. Once you establish a relation with someone, you must continue to maintain it; if you lose contact, you must reestablish the relation. This taxing cycle requires a lot of time...

About Us: Experiments

You... want to accompany me while I experiment? I'm honored.

My experiments are sometimes dangerous, but I will do my utmost to ensure your safety. I’ve already prepared for every possible contingency.

About Us: Perennial

Although I try to be prepared for everything, there’s no secret formula for bonding with someone. You are someone I can now proudly call a friend. It is now up to us to decide whether our friendship is a delicate rose or a perennial peony.

About the Vision

My Vision? Ah, that's nothing more than a tool to aid in my experiments, no different from a beaker or crucible. The one thing about it that really intrigues me is the principle behind how it works... One day, I will uncover its secrets, it's only a matter of time.

Something to Share

There's something I've always wanted to ask you, but feared rejection and disappointment...

Eh-hem... I am very interested in your little floating companion. May I borrow her to investigate for a short while?

Interesting Things

Most of the fauna in the Avidya Forest is edible with proper preparation. Even the large spiders that live near the roots of certain trees. If you tie one up in cape jasmine and lemongrass and sprinkle on some cardamom, smoke it for a few hours — you get a fragrant taste that's simply... unforgettable.

About Family

Family? when I think of the idea of "family," my old master comes to mind first. My earliest memories in life are of going on adventures with her. She taught me the art of alchemy and much knowledge about the world. However, the bonds that I’ve forged in the Avidya Forest with the likes of Collei and Master Tighnari feel much more meaningful to me now.

About Tighnari: Assistant

As Master Tighnari’s right hand, it’s my duty to make sure he stays on track with his patrols and meets deadlines with any paperwork that lands on his desk. I certainly wouldn’t describe him as lazy, but he does tend to get swept up in the lax atmosphere of the forest sometimes. I occasionally catch him napping in a tree.

About Tighnari: Aid

Have you ever heard the phrase “doctors make the worst patients?” Master Tighnari is the perfect example. Because of his medical expertise, convincing him to let somebody else treat him when he’s the one in need of care is like pulling teeth. He puts up a bit less of a fuss when I’m the one offering aid since we know each other so well, but even then it’s still a struggle.

About Collei

I arrived in the Avidya Forest shortly after her. I quickly got a feel for her boundaries, and stopped using words like “experiment” and “test subject” around her for a while. Her aversion to physical touch was never an issue, since I’m not a very touchy person myself, but I’m glad to see she’s more comfortable with certain people now.

I sometimes take over her literacy lessons as well. She’s been making significant progress. I’m proud of her.

About Cyno

He takes his duties as General Mahamtra very seriously, and many people find him intimidating because of that. But when he’s not in work mode, he actually makes for pleasant company. His sense of humor is unique, and I find his jokes entertaining.

About Nilou

I occasionally collaborate with Zubayr Theatre to help them work on set pieces and props. Despite being a performer, Nilou always watches me with an intense fascination, as she wants to be familiar with every aspect of the stage. She’s even asked me to teach her a few things. I find such dedication to her chosen field to be very admirable. She’s a joy to work with.

About Alhaitham

Having the ability to operate without being influenced by emotion doesn’t sound entirely healthy… Even for as deadpan as I can be, I still listen to my heart every now and then. I would love an opportunity to pick his brain and figure out how he does it.

About Kaveh

I admire his work as a fellow artist, but sometimes he can get a bit too caught up in his feelings. I suppose in that regard, he’s more of a stereotypical artist than I am.

About Lesser Lord Kusanali

While I wouldn’t consider myself a man of strong faith, I can truthfully say that I respect Lesser Lord Kusanali. I’ve always found boundless intellect and boundless humility to be a commendable combination.

About Lisa

I heard her name a few times while I was enrolled in the Spantamad Darshan. As much as I would like to talk about wasted potential, I suppose I ended up doing the same thing as her…

About Faruzan

She loves bringing me complex puzzles that she designs in an attempt to stump me. I don’t have the heart to tell her that her puzzles are children’s toys compared to the labyrinths I used to explore with my master…

More About Dhaval I

Have a question for me? Go ahead, ask. It doesn't take too long to ask a single question, does it? I'm about to begin the final stage of an experiment...

More About Dhaval II

Oh, by the way. Did you know that without human manipulation, you would need to harness the power of a sun eight times the size of our own in order to naturally create gold?

More About Dhaval III

What do I do besides sketching and research...? I will often go for casual strolls around the rainforest, just to take in the different species of flora and fauna. They never fail to provide me with unexpected inspirations for my own creations, no matter how many times I see them.

More About Dhaval IV

I was originally sent to the Akademiya to see what they knew of alchemy. It quickly became apparent that the Spantamad Darshan had nothing of value to offer me. My master’s teachings were much more extensive, and I found myself growing bored there.

More About Dhaval V

Even though “Dhaval” started as an alias to better fit in with the people of Sumeru, it feels… more right than the name my master gave me. More like myself. In fact, the rainforest feels more like home than anywhere I stayed with my master. I feel like I truly have a family in Avidya.

Dhaval’s Hobbies

Hmm... Besides research and contingency planning, the activity I spend most of my time on is probably sketching. At first I saw it simply as a way to better study the structure of living things and materials so as to aid me in my experiments, but it eventually became a hobby of mine. Indeed, it is a very good way to relax.

Dhaval’s Troubles

Although I try to have a plan for everything, there are some things one simply can’t be prepared for. I have yet to encounter a setback I couldn’t recover from, but it is still obnoxious…

Favorite Food

I really do enjoy having dessert. How can I put it...? When both physical and mental capacity are spent, high-energy materials further provide a kind of primordial, highly-effective boost.

Least Favorite Food

What food do I dislike? ...Large portions of meat at restaurants. I have a rather small appetite, so a meal like that only ends up in tragedy — either I overeat and the joy of the taste is lost, or I don't finish it and the food is wasted. I decided to simply not go to restaurants, although that has also meant I must spend more time preparing my own food...

Receiving a Gift I

If flavors were colors... this one would be gold.

Receiving a Gift II

You're willing to spend so much time on improving your cooking, and that's precisely how you're able to make it taste so good.

Receiving a Gift III

This is more than I can manage... maybe we could split it between us?

Birthday

Happy birthday. You look especially happy, would you mind if I sketched you? The capacity of our brains is limited, so we are bound to forget things. But when an image is transferred onto paper or canvas, the sketch becomes an extension of our memory. We can remember that past feeling when we later look at the sketch.

Feelings About Ascension: Intro

Nigredo is the first step in alchemy, drawing from primordial forms. As beings who live in this world, we must find our own meaning.

Feelings About Ascension: Building Up

Albedo is the step in which change begins. Clearing away the excess so we can take on all the knowledge that is available. Would you like to investigate this world with me?

Feelings About Ascension: Climax

Rubedo in alchemy refers to the refining of feeling. I feel the refining of my own emotions is also thanks to you.

Feelings About Ascension: Conclusion

Citrinitas is the final stage of the alchemical transmutation process. The meaning of the object being transmuted has finally been brought to light, becoming gold and revealing its true value... I too have found my own meaning.

Elemental Skill

Blossom.

Bloom!

Come into being.

Elemental Burst

Soil, heed my call!

Feel this ancient power.

Are you prepared?

Opening Treasure Chest

Let me quickly take inventory.

Who leaves things like this out in the wilderness…?

Quite the fortunate find.

Low HP

Time for Plan B.

I wasn’t prepared for this.

A new strategy’s required.

Ally at Low HP

I’ll take over from here.

This is too dangerous for you.

Fallen

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…

The soil…is calling me…

Seems my research…is over…

Light Hit Taken

Still within my threshold.

Heavy Hit Taken

A miscalculation.

Joining Party

Ready to go.

Some in-the-field research?

Let’s investigate this further.

#moon writes shit #genshin impact #sumeru albedo au #albedo #voice lines

[bridgyrose]

I would like for more of the tale… the Tale of Two Pennies! Please?

“I want to be transferred into the android body,” Penny said with a nervous smile across her lips. “That way I can meet Ruby myself-” 

“Absolutely not!” Pietro coughed and groaned as he looked over the android schematics. “We dont know if its safe for you or what will happen if we try-” 

“Then we can test it!” Penny rolled her way to her computer and started to pull up a few diagrams. “I’ve already gone through all the theories on how this can work. All we’d have to do is make a few changes to the process we use when we transfer over my memories to move me to the android.” 

“Penny…” 

“And if you really think about it, its the only way for me to live.” Penny sighed and clutched her flesh hand around her new prosthetic as her body started to shake. Her breathing started to become more shallow as she tried to keep a smile on her face. “My… my body is failing… and we dont know… how much longer… it’ll last…” She relaxed into her chair as she tried to calm her body, each word started to take more work to say. 

Pietro looked away as the android started to move his daughter to her bed. He knew she was right, over the last few years more of her body had to be replaced to keep her alive and even those parts were starting to fail as her body rejected them. “And… you’re sure this is something you want to try? If this doesnt work, then I could lose you quicker.” 

Penny nodded weakly as her eyes closed to rest. “I’m… sure…” 

“Then I’ll see what I can do.” Pietro made his way out of his daughter’s room and to his lab down the hall. His eyes stopped at the picture of his daughter on his desk, a small tear running down his cheek as he picked it up. While she had never been his by blood, it never stopped him from doing everything he could for her. Between getting her the best education he could, doing what he could for her condition, and trying to let her experience what the world offered, this was easily the hardest thing he had ever tried to do for her. 

With a heavy hand, he sat the picture down and made his way to the aura transfer machine. He opened the control panel and plugged his scroll into it to start running through the commands that made it work. His glasses lit up with green text as she looked through it, his heart sinking as he continued to work. “Lets hope you made this easy to modify, Arthur.” 

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SYSTEM ONLINE. 

The green words came across Penny’s mind and eyes as her body started to power on. Her mind raced at nearly a hundred miles an hour as she suddenly felt electricity run through her body and information poured into her mind quicker than she had ever felt. Her eyes opened as the cameras in her irises started to power on, Pietro’s lab started to come into view as her mind processed everything in font of her. 

WAKE UP PROTOCOL INITIATED. 

BODY FUNCTIONAL.

SYSTEM TEST COMPLETE. 

A smile crossed her lips as she watched the words cross her field of vision and quickly disappear as her joints started to unlock. Her fingers clicked as she moved each one, the sound muffled by the synthetic skin that covered the joints. She took an uneasy step out of the aura transfer machine, stumbling and nearly falling as she caught herself on the edge of the door.

“Careful Penny,” Pietro said between coughs as he moved to his daughter to help her out. “You’ll need to take this easy. Take some time to get used to your new body.” 

“I am fine, father.” Penny closed her eyes and propped herself against the side of the pod as she took another slow step forward, letting the AI that shared her mind assist to let her move. Her ears picked up the sounds of gears clicking together and the whiring of electricity the longer her body moved. Her mind raced as information from the AI started to run into her mind, the two starting to merge as her head practically spun. 

SHUT DOWN INITIATED. 

Penny’s eyes went black as the words in red ran across her field of vision and her body started to power down. 

Pietro sighed and slowly moved her back into the pod to rest. He knew it would be a lot for her to handle as she processed more information than ever before. His eyes moved to the now lifeless body his daughter used to inhabit and picked up his scroll to send a message to Ironwood. As far as Atlas was concerned, his daughter never existed and now he had to find a way to lay her physical body to rest. With the message sent, he placed his scroll down and coughed as he silently mourned the loss of who his daughter used to be, grateful that she could now live the life she had desired.

#penny polendina #pietro polendina #drabbles #rwby #a tale of two pennys au #a tale of two pennys

[nexyra]

TOH Enneagram (+ MBTI)

Did anybody ask ? No. Does it make me happy ? Yes. THUS, I will share with you all my current/ongoing TOH typings ✨

I already mentionned this with RWBY but same applies here : I prefer enneagram to MBTI, so not all characters will have my MBTI guess because for several of them I just wasn't really interested in guessing it or nothing really striked me. Anyway, MOVING ON

Luz Noceda ♦ ENFP 7w6 4w3 9w8 so/sx

From the first few episodes of TOH I already knew that Luz was some kind of 479 (and good for her ! love that tritype & its contradictions). The only question was the order. If yourself hesitated for some time between 7 and 4 : just look at Reaching Out and come back to me. This episode is the epithome of a 7 : a race ahead, desperately busying yourself outside to avoid your internal world. Her 4 is also quite clear : Luz longs to be HERSELF, she's unabashedly authentic but also feels *wrong* in some shape or form for never managing to fit in the Human realm. Her 9 shows easily in the fact that she's simply put a pretty laid-back person overall, and rarely express anger. But most of all she's scared of being a burden and eager to accomodate others when she fears being abandonned.

Eda Clawthorne ♦ ESTP 7w8 8w9 2w3

Her 7 and 8 are both clear : Eda is a very headstrong woman, she fears feeling trapped and she's eager to experience hands-on all that the world has to offer to her. She's playful and curious, and despises the Emperor Coven for restricting others' future and their magic. Her 8 shows in that as well : Eda is concerned with fulfilling her wants & needs in life, and will grow angry when others trying to prevent her from doing so. She rejects vulnerability in most situations and doesn't like to show her cracks to others. If you type her 783 instead I won't mind either and I would get it somehow. But I feel like, even if she likes to brag about being the strongest witch on the Isles, Eda doesn't really care about being respected or admired, and she certainly doesn't base her self-worth on her ability to fulfill others' expectations in any way. She's a caretaker who struggles to let others return the favor to her (reject). If you want me to elaborate on why 2 fix, I know one ep in particular led me to this conclusion but it was probably back in S2A so I would have to look it up.

King Clawthorne ♦ 3w4 8w7 6w7

His typing is made harder by the fact that he's literally 8 years old. I'm unsure of his core, torn between 3 and 8. King's arc clearly focuses on identity & image (heart core) issues. He's grandiloquent, concerned with how he appears to people. BUT not very competency (Competency : 135 triad who tends to solve problems by rejecting emotions and trying to stay objective/detached) He lacks care for what others expect from him. BUT at the same time he isn't raised in a 3ish household, Luz & Eda don't expect much from him so that could be the reason. He starts off as someone who denies vulnerability and tends to overfocus on *his* wants and needs (8). Or at least he DID but he's certainly grown since. He tend to be very reactive to when others go against him. (Reactive : 468 triad who tend to work themselves up emotionally in the face of a problem and want others to mirror that emotional reaction to be sure that they understand the gravity of the situation) BUT AGAIN. He's literally 8 years old. What 8 years old is competent, unconcerned with how he accomplishes his wants, and not at least a bit reactive. THUS, hard to say really.

Hooty ♦ 2w3 core

Lilith Clawthorne ♦ 3w4 1w9 6w5

3w4 and 1w9 are the strongest part of her tritype, I initially typed her as a 1 to be honest but had to switch when she literally asked her mom for congratulations over her folded napkins. She's concerned with getting love & appreciation over her objective accomplishments most of all. THEN she has the rigidty and perfectionnism of a 1 + the desire to make ther world around her (including Eda) fits her vision of what is good. At least in the beginning.

Willow Park ♦ 9w8 4w3 6w5

not sure what to say to argue here, if you feel differently you can ask for why's i suppose. Willow is overall easy to get along and her integration seems to fit the 9 -> 3 line : letting go of self-imposed isolation, trying to step out of her "background character" life to show what she's capable of. Comfortable with how she's different from others and her ''misfit'' status once she's shown that she's not WRONG but simply different.

Gus Porter ♦ 5w6/6w5? 3w2 9w1

i need to rewatch the Gus-centric ep. there's some stuff that could point to a 5 really : including his absolute *need* to be the most competent in the room, the most knowledgeable, to not be rejected and how it was reflected in his presidency over the human club. but at the same time, "trust" and an inability to trust yourself is a very 6ish theme and so I remain undecided. other than that 3 and 9 are a no-brainer : Gus is a very attachment character : he tends to conform to others expectations and what they consider as good for a variety of reasons.

Amity Blight ♦ 3w4 6w5 1w9 sp/so

Amity is constantly 3ing, just in different fonts. From "best student in the abomination track" to "i'm gonna be the best girlfriend ever". As she acurately explained herself, she was raised under the assumption that "everything is an opportunity to justify existing". In other words, you need to prove that you are worth something, and in her case through concrete and objective measures of success to earn love. ie she's a 3 core.

Hunter ♦ ISTP 6w5 3w2 8w9

i nearly typed him 3w2 but had to switch after Any sport in a Storm and Hollow Mind. The 3 and 6 are both very strong in Hunter, but in the end it's clear that seeing Belos as good and trustworthy played a big part in him feeling safe and secure in his place in the world. And having that certainty shattered really shook him. His 3 is clear as well in the way he is constantly trying to prove himself useful. Some might type him as a Te user because Hunter appreciates rules and authority as he says, but I do believe that this is his 6 speaking more than anything : 6s feel secure when the rules and expectations are clear-cut and out there, they appreciate authority they can rely on. But Hunter's way of fulfilling this when it comes to Belos certainly seemed more Ti-ish. Even while trying to deny the truth, he still had to try and make things logical and rational *to himself*. He doesn't deny the evidence, but tries to make it fit in a framework that fits his understanding of reality.

Belos ♦ IxTJ 1w2 5w 2w1

Hollow Mind clearly showed that Belos is a 1 and not an 8. Belos has so far always been a controlled & cold villain. He has outbursts but they are directed at others' incompetence or (in Elsewhere and Elsewhen) at witches and what he considers *wrong* : these are 1 reasons for anger, not really 8ish in essence. 1s care about whether the world around them fits their standarts and might enforce them on people. They're the one who will rise to the top to try & make the world fit their idea of what is ''correct'' and will berate people for their incompetence. 8s, on average, will more often be anti-authoritarian because rules are an obstacle to them having free reign over their actions & accomplishing their wants/will. And being the one to establish the rules isn't the 8 go-to solution to avoid being controlled quite as much as people pretend it is. They care about being able to do whatever they want, and do not (on average) get along well with overly rigid structure. As for the 5 : if Belos had a 6 fix, it would have been easy to throw in some 6ish reasonning into his whole cleansing plan : him fearing witches or the unknown or anything of the kind (fitting of his time period). But there's none of that aspect with this character. (although to be fair he does use 6 tactics, but mostly on others) I think 5 is more likely since he does have this tendency to keep all the knowledge & plans to himself, and it's one of his go to way to control others. He has an independant streak but not for 8-related issues (no problem delegating, no problem with rigid structure, no problem weaponizing weakness) rather in a 5ish way (only one to know what is going on, shares the strict minimum, leaves other in the dark to avoid being challenged, emotionally distant & unavailable) As for the 2, the part that would most probably surprise people : The Emperor Coven is an environment that breeds 3 like tomorrow but I do not think Belos himself is one surprisingly. If you look at it more carefully, over the course of the show we have never seen Belos actually SHOW his competency or talents to anyone to garner their appreciation. And he never does really. Instead his tactis always rely on being kind, complimenting others and he downrights sees himself as a savior. He expects gratitude, not respect, and presents himself as good-natured and helpful which brings me to type him as a 2 over a 3.

Kikimora ♦ 6w? 3w4 8w

she acts the way she does because of fear, for her life or her position. she's also driven by her desire for recognition through objective measure of success. As most people in the Emperor Coven.

Darius ♦ 3w4 7w8 8w9/9w8?

another 3 again, the Emperor Coven is annoying like that. that said, I do not think Darius has a 6. He distinguishes himself from characters like Kikimora or Hunter so far in the sense that he respects people with individuality, who thinks for themselves and make their own call in situations. As opposed to mindless obediance, that he seems to disapprove of. He doesn't understand people who lack self-respect (like Hunter) and himself shows a willingness to skirt rules & arbitrary orders in favor of getting some "him-time" or having fun. All of this said, I think he could be either 379 or 378 : he's focused on his wants and willing to fight for them to some extent, and doesn't respect people who fail to do the same and don't respect themselves. At the same time he's a very laidback guy, who doesn't mind just up-and-leaving conversation and brushing off others. And seem keen on preserving his time & energy.

Edric Blight ♦ 6w7 3w2 9w?

reaching out made him sound like a 2 somewhat but i think it's a trap because if you think about it, edric has never seemed concerned with being a caretaker or feeling needed in a 2ish way. his issue in Reaching out is more about feeling like the brunt of a joke and also incompetent aka 3 issues. like hunter, he says "i can help" but actually means "I'm capable/competent/reliable enough to help." which comes back to more 3ish struggles. I think 3 fix in general is more coherent with the persona Edric presents to the world the rest of the time. Pretending to be more put together, charming & confident than he actually feels deep down aligns more with the 3 tendency for Deceit than the 2 desire to make themselves indispensable through answering others' needs. Also 3s, despite being a competency type and usually seen as confident, are very much dependant on others' opinions & expectations since they're an Attachment type : they define their worth through answering others' expectations, and not fulfilling this aspect f/cks with them.

Emira Blight ♦ 278

this tritype in some order is my best guess but we don't know a lot about her yet. countrary to amity & edric she seems completely unbothered by what others think of her when it comes to her talents or her accomplishments. at the same time, she's clearly the caretaker of the family (healing edric & giving advice to amity while dying her hair). she's confident in her personal worth but still ties herself to her siblings until being almost resentful of how much her life revolves around her twin. she's clearly the more headstrong of the two, seems pretty willful and handles edric with ease. but sorely lacks the rigidity of 1s, she seems (like Eda) more concerned with having her fun and doing what she wants instead. she's also bothered by the fact that her & edric are always together. This is why I think she might be a 7, who dislikes feeling trapped and currently is because her and edric aren't on the same page on the subject. but as the show progress they distinguish themselves more & more so it should be okay for these two.

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If you're thinking : but where is Raine ?? THEY'RE NOWHERE I'm so sorry I genuinely like them but I have 0 strong opinion about their enneagram so far ?? I need another Raine ep I think before giving my take on it. It's pretty clear that they don't have a 8, and I also doubt they'd have a 3. But other than that ? I'd rather not be hasty and just admit that I have no clue for now.

Don't hesitate to disagree in asks, reblogs or notes as long as you stay respectful. And if you want me to elaborate more on 1 character or another, feel free to ask as well ! Or if you want to ask about background characters I didn't put here.

Good day everyone !

#the owl house #toh #toh season 2 #toh enneagram #enneagram #mbti #mbti typing #character types #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #toh king #willow park #gus porter #amity blight #hunter the golden guard #toh hunter #toh darius #kikimora #edric blight #emira blight #belos wittebane #toh belos #philip wittebane #hooty the owl #toh thoughts

[capyboba-down-the-rabbit-hole]

6th Stop: The Online Body and The Authentic Self

Many of us have our go-to filters, which serve as digital mirrors reflecting our online lives. As someone who habitually embellishes my photos with filters, I contend that these tools, akin to traditional photo editing, vintage cameras, and carefully staged compositions, offer us the means to craft a visually pleasing narrative of our reality, which also holds authenticity in them.

Defamiliarizing Life Online: La Vie En Rose

The use of photo filters not only enhances the visual appeal of our images but also, as Sontag refers to the portrayal of war imagery, can desensitize us to the mundane aspects of our daily lives (1973, 20). Yet, concurrently, filters present us with images that deviate from the familiar scenes we're accustomed to witnessing.

One reason why filters captivate us is their ability to give images a sense of strangeness, defamiliarizing our everyday existence. Filters steal a little bit of our images; they corporate our vision with what the lens of a machine portrays.

Let me see my life through someone else’s eyes—or, in this case, the unfocused and impartial eye of a machine - Bianca Bosker (2014)

Although Instagram-style filters may initially render our selfies and everyday snapshots unrecognizable, their widespread usage eventually diminishes the effect of defamiliarization, transforming it into a commonplace occurrence. Nevertheless, our everyday photos serve as a means of heightening our personal experiences and giving them special meanings.

In essence, these filtered photos afford ordinary individuals the opportunity to engage in artistic expression—a realm once reserved for professionals due to the intricacies of photography and editing tools such as DSLR cameras and Photoshop. And each photo serves as a narrative that we consciously choose to share.

Platformatization: Finding Authenticity in Filters

Behavior of any kind, even that wholly in accord with societal mores, is authentic if it results from personal understanding and approval of its drives and origins rather than merely from conformity with the received wisdom of society. - Erich Fromm (2011)

Behavior, whether conforming to societal norms or not, is considered authentic by Erich Fromm (2011) if it stems from an individual's personal understanding and endorsement of its underlying motivations and origins, rather than mere conformity to prevailing societal expectations. Fromm views authenticity as a positive result of informed and enlightened motivation, rather than a negative consequence of rejecting societal pressures.

For instance, when selecting a filter for a photo, individuals make subjective choices that reflect their authenticity (Kumar & Madhushree Nanda Agarwal 2023). Consider a woman of color opting for a filter adhering to Western beauty standards. Her choice may signify a desire for societal acceptance, despite the inherent social injustices minorities face. In this context, her selection of a filter becomes a statement about her own experiences and struggles.

Platformization has transformed filters into customizable tools, allowing greater freedom to shape representations that reflect the diversity of our world. Platforms like Instagram, TikTok, and Facebook empower users, predominantly individuals, to design their own filters tailored to their unique needs and authenticity. Today, filter development is just as, if not more, likely to be conducted by a camgirl as it is by hundreds of full-time employees in a campus-sized studio. Skill-based barriers to entry have been eroded by the proliferation of low-cost and easy-to-use software development platforms known as AR toolkits .

These toolkits prioritize the creator's vision over technical expertise, resulting in a diverse range of filters that challenge conventional beauty standards. These filters may explore themes of disempowerment rather than conquest or feature mechanics that promote introspection over agency, thereby expanding the narrative possibilities and contributing to a more inclusive representation of reality.

Indeed, the filtered world we create online may diverge from its natural state, but it remains authentic in its own right. Through the lens of a digital camera, we craft a human-made vision of reality that reflects our perceptions, experiences, and desires. While this digital representation may not mirror the raw world, it nonetheless captures aspects of our inner selves and external surroundings, rendering it authentic in its portrayal of our lived experiences. Our online reality, shaped by filters and digital tools, serves as a unique and valid expression of our individual perspectives and narratives.

Reference

Bosker, B 2014, Hi, My Name Is Bianca And I’ve Already Taken Your Picture, HuffPost, viewed 31 March 2024, https://www.huffpost.com/entry/narrative-clip_n_4760580.

Fromm, E 2011, Escape from freedom, Ishi Press, New York, Tokyo.

Kumar, H & Madhushree Nanda Agarwal 2023, ‘Filtering the reality: Exploring the dark and bright sides of augmented reality–based filters on social media’, Australian Journal of Management, SAGE Publishing.

Rettberg, JW 2014, ‘Filtered Reality’, in Seeing Ourselves Through Technology: How We Use Selfies, Blogs and Wearable Devices to See and Shape Ourselves, Palgrave Macmillan, London, pp. 20–32, viewed 31 March 2024, https://doi.org/10.1057/9781137476661_2.

Sontag, S 1978, On Photography, Allen Lane, London.

#Week 8 #MDA20009 #Digital Citizenship and Software literacy #Instagram Filters

[orioo]

Witches

to be frank, this tiny info stock was supposed to be part of my bigger, more important post regarding a whole lot more about the story, but i seem to keep neglecting writing the actual damn thing and kinda didn’t want to postpone sharing this precious information about the worldbuilding from you guys TwT

so here you have it! short, sweet and informative update about witches and their relevance to my story ^^ enjoy your reading~

History, Reputation and Present Day Status

across the Kingdom, magic-users (referred to as “witches”, regardless of gender) have never been more than folktales, spoken about only in myths or children’s tales. even though the story is categorized in the fantasy genre, the only fantastical elements are the fictional world the action takes place in (the Kingdom with all its regions), the hierarchy system (royality across the main regions, while the rest of the political duties are handled by the sages - same as the ones mentioned in the A.G - also Piper′s dream-job) and the medieval-style setting: civilians and trained knights&adventurers. no supernatural power exists in this world as far ar the civilians are concerned.

there is a plot turning point: upon the surfacing of the 4 amulets and their apostles, the very first signs of magic has been discovered. turning a blind eye to the noble cause the very existance of magic has been brought forth, the higher-ups feared the unnatural powers of the apostles and began fabricating stories and rumors in the hope of shutting them out. this marginalizaiton took its toll on the apostles in question and they eventually succumbed to their primal need of recognition - they were not sorcerers, necromancers and they especially have not, in any way, shape or form, sealed a deal with any demon for their abilities. dejected and mournful of their peers rejecting them, of everybody following the sages’ lies without inquiry, they went mad with fear and anger. they became what everybody feared they already were. they were entitled “witches”. not dark witches, since all witches that existed and ever would exist are dark and corrupted.

the betrayal of the 4 apostles ultimately led to their demise. the amulets vanished from the eyes of the public, leading the sages to believe that all traces of magic-users have been wiped off their lands.

unbeknownst to the sages and royal courts, the apostles were not the only living magic harnessers. while they were the only ones known amongst humans - due to their own human heritage, hidden away from the eyes of the world was a small colony of nomad witches. barely reaching 50 in number, they were constantly immigrating from one region to another, avoiding the almost inevitable future of extinction. they kept to themselves and hid in the shadows of the unknown and undiscovered parts of the Kingdom. never did they mingle with humans.

supernatural races - such as werewolves, vampires, witches etc. are non-existent in this setting. it’s basically a medieval-setting located in a made-up world. this is why the sudden appearance of magic -original apostles- caused such a commotion among the sages (the “all knowing”).

in the present day, post introductory plot, the main6 will learn about the existence of witches through Filip’s visions and will go on a quest to intersect with them. fast forward to when they do, a major plot point will open up: the relevation of Piper being a fully born witch, which is news to every one of our protagonists, including Piper herself. this discovery will initiate her character arc - to learn more about true self and her birth family and race, aswell as rethinking her goals for the future. more details on this (and the rest of the main6′s character arcs up ahead).

while on the subject of Piper’s family - she finds out she has an older sister! not much is currently planned about her, but she will -at some point, pretty far into the future- become the significant other of our dear Shreya. Shreya’s and Piper’s sister new developing relationship is actually part of Shreya’s individual character arc - in which she learns that her worth is not only in her swordfighting skills and how many undiscovered parts of her life she has yet to experience, such as new sentiments, new people, new aspirations.

UPDATE(12/30/22): following a week full of conflicting thoughts regarding the specters i chose to implement in the story, i came to the conclusion that adding them as permanent pets to the apostles would unnecessarily complicate the story. it could also be too overwhelming for new readers to familiarize themselves with another four companions to the protagonists - six are already enough. 

to ease you into my new idea: i concluded to keep Piper’s cockatiel into the story and, instead of it being her specter, it’ll be her familiar! the other 3 specters will be removed, sorry to all animal lovers out there (myself included).

evidently, Piper’s outfit won’t include the amulet and the feathers at the beginning of the story. the amulet will be added when the time is right. as for her cockatiel, she will meet it (i’ve yet to settle on a gender and name, bear with me) at some point in their journey (another aspect i haven’t clearly decided on...) and will keep it, thinking it to be a mere friendly bird. only upon discovering her true heritage does she deduce that it is her familiar - as every witch has one. she’ll start wearing the feathers sometime at the start of their budding friendship, as a token of appreciation for the bird’s friendliness and loyality. (it also looks cute on her, okay?)

ahead you have a photo of what i imagine her familiar to look like.

[macmazatlan]

The Lord of Itza Awakens

… Eternity… The great slann ponders this idea and what it's role was within the plan of his creators. It has been many years since the sudden departure of his masters and the unfinished great plan that was entrusted to him and his kin. However, there are so many pieces to solve and many answers that are found lead to even more questions. It is even more difficult for the great slann of the first city to comprehend these mysteries given the inconvenience of his death all so long ago at the hands of the great Enemy. The sacred plaques left by the old ones are coveted by his living kin, and no skink priest is able to deny the will of a living slann to keep those sacred plaques close for review and meditation. If only he was alive, he could read or hear the words of the sacred plaques. There is a way for relic priests such as himself to interact within the world, through oracle hosts… The trouble is finding suitable hosts that could bear the fire of his vibrant soul. For if he had medium to manifest his will, he too could play an active role in in imparting the true will of the Old Ones. However, most of the suitable priests and oracles of Itza would be burnt out in seconds by the mere presence of the great relic priest.

As he has done for centuries, he gathered his spiritual might and cast his soul far and wide. His spiritual essence passing quickly over the oracles and priests of the various lizardmen cities, only to be met with disappointment as they didn’t have the strength or qualities to synchronize well with the soul of the slann. In his work, many of his living kin wished to establish contact. No doubt to see the wise one's take on the proclamation by the lord of the solar city, his former protégé Lord Mazadamundi. The relic priest usually rejected these calls for outreach and continued his search of Lustria. That is until a request for contact came from the youngest living priest of the fourth generation slann, Lord Tecatle.

The last remaining denizen of Xotl outside of the famed Kroq-Gar to survive the great war. Lord Tecatle was studying within the city of mists when the great catastrophe struck the world, and for centuries since its conclusion has been lost to the lizardmen due to the backlash of losing so many of their kin, putting the young priest into a coma that he has never arisen from since.

Lord Kroak rarely established contact with any priest, but when he did they would often discuss events of importance. An event such as the awakening of Lord Tecatle would be such a thing. Lord Kroak affirmed the outreach connection with his kin and asked, "The youngest of us has arisen. Truly a time for celebration."

Tecatle replied, "I have arisen, my rest was long and I had a pertinent vision I need to share with you oh venerable one."

"You may convey this vision, I will do my best to impart wisdom to you."

"I'm afraid it will be me imparting wisdom to you venerable one. The hosts you seek are not amongst the Lizardmen. Although we are the true heirs of the old ones, we are also the stewards for their other children. Seek your avatars among the warmbloods. My vision tells me that you'll find the first amongst the children of Isha…"

Silence passes between the two slann as Lord Kroak recognizes the weakening connection as Tecatle reentered his slumber. Kroak sent one more reply, "This vision… I will contemplate this. My gratitude young one, may the old ones continue to guide you in your rest."

After this revelation, Lord Kroak contemplated the significance of the vision. For centuries he considered the outcomes that could occur… this vision led to the inclusion of the other races into the culmination of the great plan and the world without the taints of the great ones… or it leads to a fate much worse than the path the world is currently on.

Upon the declaration of Lord Mazdamundi, the ruler of the Solar City of Hexoatl for the extermination of all warm-bloods that strayed from the ordained path of the old ones. The relic priest then resolved upon an answer, and extended his mind to the find his Avatars…

[soospiritualjourney]

What we should not be ashamed of

(1) Our insecurities.

It’s okay to have insecurities. Everyone has them, in varying intensities.

What is not okay is the need to put someone down just so you can feel good about yourself. Take ownership of your own insecurities and work on them.

(2) A need to rest.

That feeling that something has to be done.

Investigate the restlessness. Don’t sweep it under rug- it will not go away on its own and it will come back to you again on a day you least expect it.

“Pain pushes till vision pulls”

(3) Choosing to respond instead of react.

Reacting means you push it away, avoid and deny its presence. Respond means holding space for the discomfort, to give it time to unfold for you to see it in better light.

(4) The freedom and independence of our spirit.

It is not only the darker sides of our nature, qualities like greed or envy, that we bury. If we grew up in a house where something as innocent as our natural flamboyance wasn't supported, then our entertainer nature might very well be buried too. In another house it might be quietness or shyness that's not acceptable.

(5) How we are different.

Diversity is what powers the world. Don’t let anyone tell you to wear a dress to blend in when you’re more comfortable in jeans and tee. Or be afraid to share an idea to make things better. We are each of us uniquely sculpted by our formative years but the only ones who can go in and harvest all that treasure we've buried is us.

In all.

Even though we live in terror of people seeing these (we think) shameful and unwelcome aspects of ourselves, they are gifts. They have life and they are full of colour and intensity. They show us how we can contribute to be part of this diverse world.

We waste our gifts when we push them deep into the crevasses of our subconscious for fear of rejection. We waste them when we leave them unevolved and abandoned. For some parts in my life, I had been cautioned to quieten down, often shamed and muted with irritation by the adults around me. That created mountain of insecurities in me. It made me think there is something wrong with me. I left that part behind when I realised that I had it in me the power to break the toxic thought cycles.

I learnt how to be friends with myself. I teach people empowerment through the gifts the darkness brings. Being able to be myself is a relief to me, and also to everyone else around me. I learnt that the discomfort I bring to people in my presence comes from me suppressing that light in me that wants to shine.

I invite you to be more relaxed and kind around these dark aspects and work to evolve them into something of light. Instead of making a version of you which you've been conditioned to just to be acceptable. It is exhausting to spend your day wearing masks for people who would only accept you when you wear that mask. It is not worth it.

There are people who really love us. Those are the people we should want to create a life with and live with.

#empoweryourself #mindfulness #spiritual journey #consciousness #emotional strength #emotional wellbeing #growth mindset #emotional growth #healing #energy work #self awareness

[priestessofcreation]

Tyrion, in the Gods

Preface. Yes, yes this is a love poem for our favorite dwarf. He has long since faded, long since risen to his seat at the table in the arms of King's Landing burnt to ruins by yet another woman he loved with his soul and was brought to unimaginable ruin.

I love him very much. If he was real, he would be my husband. We would talk and fuck until 3 in the morning and I would him with tender love, for that is all he ever really wanted.

This is Tyrion, in the Gods. Our gods. Not his.

I. Athena We will start with his mind, his throne, his hand, both on his arm and on his pin. His passion, his purpose was something he found late in the game. He didn't expect for his intellect, his voice to find its place in a game so toxic in its way. But he grew up with the man who played it well, the best in centuries. Creativity, innovation, strategy, manipulation, diplomacy, negotiation. War rooms, iron chairs, golden crowns, and many stairs. The pride, the power felt like fire in his hands. To be the Hand, where everything he said was whispered in the ear of the figurehead who brought Tyrion's vision into physical command. To stand in the viper's nest among several others who play the game for their lives, for ambition, Tyrion felt the lion that been stirring within since he was a cub finally find the place, the tools, the scape to roar.

II. Hephaestus This may seem crass, or ignorant, or to some, merely obvious. Both of these men are disabled. They share no similar skill but they have similar lives. Members to the family that ruled them all, cast out of sight just for appearances. Kinship was found among the poor, the peasantry, the forgotten, the mocked. They had all the royalty, money, power, and even name. And yet they let the elite's rejection grant them empathy for those who their family would deem beneath them. A caste system, class meant nothing to them and though they served their families all the same, in the privacy of their hearts and minds there is no difference between Gods (Lannister) and men (peasantry).

III. Dionysus "I am the God of tits and wine." Does more need be said? Does more need be said of his way to be? Tyrion is jovial, intelligent, charming. He is openminded, funny, and the life of the party. He will drink his wine until the sun is high, until the moon shines, and back over again. Life is to be enjoyed, the world to be explored, "Death is so final, whereas life... ah, life is full of possibilities." Women dance for you, they kill for you, they sleep under the sky with you. It's true, his passion is the throne. But if he lived his life wondering and loving, adventuring and learning part of him thinks that that would be enough.

IV. Hermes Clever and kind. My favorite combination. Tyrion is why I learned to love it. For someone to be a trickster, a huckster, a lover of mischief, of humor, and still find it in him to hold the hand of his sister when she is stressed, trapped, when all she's ever done is be cruel to him. He makes no lies about he feels about his enemies. He tricked three of them, some of the most powerful men in the kingdoms, seven, to bend to his will and share their intents not through force (mainly), but through manipulation. He makes no lies about his kinship with a bastard, his protection of a lady, his respect for their father, and his love for a whore that all could openly threaten the reputation and power of the family he holds so dear. And he does. He loves his family. He loves his brother. He loves his niece. He loves his nephew. He even loves his sister when she stops threatening to rip his face off with her teeth. He hates his father with the fire of a thousand dragons but he still wishes to serve, to assist in the House of Lannister because despite what everyone make think and fear he has a massive heart with untapped love that is hidden and dried because he is given a chance by barely anyone. Do you understand? Mischief and manipulation are his tools but he will only execute another soul when he has hit his breaking point. Tyrion is a trickster, but he is not a monster. Prologue I worry for him, our mighty hand. By the end of his story he is old, tired, and reeling from failure. He watched his queen, another woman he loved, die tragically after watching his cause that had restored his lust for life quite literally go up in flames. I worry about him. I wonder how he is doing now. Does he work himself to the bone? Does he drink to numb it all? He is a Lannister with no brother. He has the Rock without his sister. He is a Hand with no family. I know we left him changing the world one brick at a time. I just hope, for him, my lion, that is enough to sustain him.

#fanfiction #poetry #my poetry #tyrion lannister #GoT

[1111jenx]

U R MEAN LOL U EVEN DONT CARE WITH LILITH ON 3RD HOUSE SHHHHHYYYIT

Haha hey love,

I do admit I've been ghosting tumblr more often recently, trying to finish some of my work and completing readings have been a loooot🥲 But now i'm back and i'll get right into it:)

🎬Lilith in the 3rd house🎬

check out my on-going Lilith series here

Besides talking about communication and one's intellect capabilities, the third house also is know for covering one's relationships with their siblings, their aunts and uncles and even their relatives in general!

The third house like the other two air houses, discuss a lot about the people and communication.

Hence with Lilith - signifying restraints here, it is possible that natives with Lilith 3H never felt understood or felt as if they struggled to find people who share the same vision, the same way of approaching the world. Its because when they were younger, i'd say that around their primary or secondary education, their ideas and intellect abilities were questioned and were not listened to by their surroundings, neither by their friends or by their close family (third house rules over one's education)

Either amazing communicators or people who are terrified of speaking up.

While I think a lot of them were indeed talkative and sociable people when younger. However, there's a high chance that natives with 3H Lilith grew up often hearing questionable rumours about them from random neighbours to their close friends. This in turns demotivated these people and they'd then tone down their more extroverted side and are less likely to debate or raise their opinions. It is rejection they're afraid of.

It's funny how most people I know with this placement are extremely intelligent and knowledgeable about a series of topics. They can go from discussing such abstract ideas such as philosophy to ideas that are so close to our lives like politics. One thing I notice is that they're usually the quiet observer in the crowd. They see everything. They just don't say it. For their own sakes sometimes even😌 ( Karl Marx has his Lilith in the third;)

Because of this dynamic, a lot of Lilith 3H people have the ability to swerve their way out of trouble like no other. They're the one that would talk their way out of murder type beat. Ruthless and sometimes had a harder time tapping into their more emotional side. Lilith enjoys being in an air house and then gifted these natives with amazing communication capacities granting that they're taking in horrendous rumours&backstabbing from others. They traded their credibility for their own gain from others. Would really make their way out of a money scam if they wanted to.

Consequently, every story has a story behind it. I think Lilith 3H natives grown to be such sweet talkers is because when they were younger, not only did they experience rejection in terms of their ideas and knowledge, someone within their close family or friend group could have been the reason why they obtain their more cunning traits. This person, whether a family or friend, was emotionally unavailable and they focused a great deal on winning people over rather than understanding people. They wouldn't stop until they get what they want, often by using their charming words and fascinating minds.

Natives with 3H Lilith model this but they also despise this. A deeper part of them resent their lies so much they started to question their own sanity. Is it possible that they too, are starting to believe their own lies? If yes, what would that make of them? A true intellectual, it is these questions that keep them up at night by themselves, while they no longer need to speak to anyone but their vulnerable selves.

When they enter the real world, they can sense that sometimes people recognize their power immediately as they speak up. They're cunning, suave but powerful and domineering with their words. They are demanding and detached but smooth within their communication, leaving people wonder if they actually care as much as they say. It's like their words trigger some thing in others, they have the ability to manipulate and control people. If harsh aspects are present, they will not think twice before using it against others.

They can literally be seen as a sl*t or received horrible slut-shaming banters as they go to school, work or even near their own house, on the street they live. Once crossed, these natives are merciless and you would not even realize it.

Think about how Lilith is very primal in the sense that she's our deepest nastiest lil secret, but she's also natural to us. Depends on other placements, one might reject her while another might celebrate her. Lilith 3H natives, being in an air house, the same element as Lilith, own the ability to control others thoughts and minds simply by talking. Plutonians heavy or air heavy people might recognize these people ability yet others have a harder time seeing through their friendly facade.

They're that random person you met at the bar whom you slept with simply because they knew "what to say". They're that toxic ex who would tear up and talk their way out of serious issues, who would lie without blinking twice and let you think you're the one who's delusional. But they're also the ones with a welcoming nature when you first meet yet as time passes you realize while they're surrounded by people, they do not have their own people.

Not gonna lie, they're so very prone to having a god complex. Similar to their sister, Lilith in 9H, their thirst for knowledge is insane and insatiable. They'd want to know more and more about someone before leaving them because they now know enough. I truly think that deep down, these individuals are just as lost souls as anyone else, 7H struggles with partnerships, 11H struggles with communities but 3H struggles with creating meaningful or healthy casual relationships. Could have been labeled as the blacksheep of the family. (even extended one)

Their siblings may or may have not been very cruel to them or they could have had a fall out. Or they could have a deceased sibling(Need to look at other placements to further determine) Nevertheless, their siblings/neighbours/earlier education is crucial to explaining why they are the way they are today.

True students of life. They don't just read book, they consume them. They inhale the words and knowledge as if its their last breath and they couldn't help but yearn for more and more. Could very much surprise other with how passionate they're when it comes to obtaining new information.

I would have to warn these people though. Their minds are their strength yet it would also be the dead of them. Avoid gossiping, bullying at all cost. As in with Lilith 3H, the price that comes with these actions are doubled.Trust me on this, I have seen a great deal of people who have Lilith 3H ended up paying for this.

Charm your pants off type beat. They love dirty talk and people who know what to say turn them on. They would whisper someone name and the other would start to blush. It doesn't even have to be in an intimate setting, something about the way they carry their words are so sensual and personal. In the bedroom, they love a good conversation as well as degrading using words. Compliment them and then drag their esteem to hell and watch them enjoy it a lil too much.

So good with their mouth😉But you didn't hear this from me.

Assert their dominance with words. They find it hilarious when others try to manipulate them. You really can't finesse the og manipulator. Will use your words again you and they'll do it so well you'll start questioning your own actions.

Somehow, these individuals lowkey appreciate honesty and loyalty so so much though. When they see someone who's a bit naive and perhaps even too straightforward, they find this very lovable and endearing. It's like a fresh air for them, seeing others having no front up. They fall for people who they deem as intellectually equal to them, if not higher (depends on how well they're managing that hidden god complex:) People who are real, who are adventurous with a hint of innocence win their hearts over.

I literally just remember this but i'd put an abuse trigger warning here ⚠️ It's also possible that with very dominant or harsh Lilith 3H aspects to personal placement, someone could have lied to these individuals and abused them when they were younger. (close families, peers&teachers at schools, neighbours) Some kind of similar events happened and this marks a defining point of their life. A complex relationship with confiding in others. They could not risk themselves getting used all over again. Serious trust issues.

They think honesty is a liability sometimes. I'd highly recommend people with harsh aspects to go into therapy, where they can freely say whatever they truly think&feel deep down without being judged.

These people will never stop knowing. Information is their power. Not just any information but things that can royally fuck someone life upside down. Scarier than they look.

So thats it for now guyssssss. I'm so glad I could stop procrastinating and work on some better content for you guys:) Cant wait to share more of my Lilith knowledge to ya😤

love,

saint jenx🪐

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[owlish-owlhouse]

hi!! can i request amity x reader x hunter/golden guard if thats okay?? maybe it takes place during the most recent episode where the reader goes with amity to eclipse lake? sorry for the vague scenario dhdhdhdfhfj im just so bisexual

( Context: Reader is considered a powerless witch because their magic is very weak compared to their family. Reader also comes from a family similar to Amitys where power is everything. They know Hunter because their family works closely with the Emperor and is apart of the Emperors Coven. They may be the first person in their family to be rejected from the coven simply because their not strong enough for Belos )

Clutching the portal key close you stare at Hunter. Amity was knocked out with her palisman, King was stuck, and Eda was in her Harpy form in the other room. You were alone.

"... (Y/N) give it to me." Hunter states reaching out his hand. Staring at him your grip on the portal key tightens as you nod no slowly backing away. He narrows his eyes and your left feeling trapped and unsure of what to do.

"Hunter Amity was right you don't need to do this. Your value isn't tied to your success. It isn't tied to your powers or your usefulness. If the Emperor cared about you and I mean really cared he wouldn't care if you failed, he'd be proud of you for trying." You yell at him anger bubbling up.

Years of being told your not good enough, years of Hunter and you sharing the same pain, years of feeling inadequate compared to everyone around you. Amity had hung out with you because of your family but she had pushed you down once. She'd told you your magic was worthless but now she was your friend thanks to Luz. And together you both relaized your magic didn't equal your worth, your accomplishments weren't all that mattered. You defined you as a person, not your parents or family or magic. You hope Hunter could learn the same lesson.

"You really believe in that garbage?" He demands as he glares at you. Taking another step back almost cornered against the cave wall you stare at Hunter as he comes closer. His magenta eyes pratically glow and you know he's mad. Mad your betraying his uncle, mad you left, mad you have a point.

You and Hunter used to always agree. Hell you and Amity always used to agree. But than Luz came. And Luz showed you that you were allowed to chose for yourself. You chose to forgive Amity to have her prove to you she was a good guy. Now you wanted Hunter to do the same. If he was your friend he wouldn't do this.

"I don't..." You don't understand what he means. Of course you beleived your value wasn't tied to your powers or your success. After all your learned a lot from the owl lady since becoming her ally. Maybe your parents thought otherwise, maybe the Emperor did but your friends didn't. And neither would Hunter if only he could see the truth.

"You really think they understand you (Y/N)? Understand us? That they have any idea what they're talking about? We're the same (Y/N), we had to struggle to get where we are now. We had to fight to survive, to prove we belong." He snarls.

"It doesn't have to be that way Hunter!" You respond but he cuts you off.

"Amity is a Blight. A powerful witch with powerful friends and an influential family. You really think she knows what its like to be weak? She'll be a Coven Head without even trying. Luz is a human and she can do magic better than us. Eda is a wild witch but her powers are beyond anything the Boiling Isles have ever seen. She's almost as strong as Belos!!! And her sister Lilith don't get me started, she was like the third most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles. The cards are stacked against us just give me the key."

"No Hunter! Your not making any sense, please just calm down we can talk this out."

"We're powerless witches raised by powerful ones. What happens when we can't measure up? When were deamed useless?" He snaps making you pause. "...What happens if our families decide they no longer need us?"

Clutching the portal key tighter hot tears sting your eyes.

"Stop it! Stop talking Hunter!" You demand but he ignores you even as the air grows hot and the plants begin to wither.

"I have an offer for you." Pausing you blink up in shock. Hunter stood a few feet away as you sat on the ground. His palismen lands on your shoulder before rubbing your tear stained cheek and chirping softly. Looking up at Hunter he's infront of you his hand outstretched. Not as a threat or a fist but as a friendly gesture. Your magic is beginning to leak out as your emotions grow. The rocks crack around the both of you as you stare at him but the cave remains stable.

"We've known each other forever (Y/N). We'll never win if we don't work together. But we don't need to be stronger, or better, or more powerful than anyone else. We need to be smarter. And you (Y/N) are one of the smartest witches I know." Blinking as you wipe away your tears Hunter smiles hand still offered. "Keep the portal key. But come with me. Leave the Owlhouse and come home. We can give it to Belos together. You'd get to join the Emperors Coven like you've always wanted and we'd get to stand side by side as partners, as friends." Hunter smiles softly as your heart drops. Your vision blurs as you suddenly see multiple Hunters. Blinking again the illusions dissapear leaving just Hunter.

"You are still my friend right (Y/N)?" He asks as his palismen chirps hopping on my shoulder as if he wants me to take his master's hand. As if the world and my magic is pushing me to take his hand.

"I..." Looking at the key than Hunter you think of the years you were bullied or tormented by more powerful witches. HexSide, Gladius, Early Enrollment for the Emperors Coven. They all ended in diaster. You could never succeed. You were never strong enough. Never good enough. Reaching your hand out slowly Hunter smiles before you both pause.

"(Y/N) don't-" Turning Amity groans as she reaches out her hand. Her entire body sags as she reaches for you and she looks really hurt.

"Amity!" Scrambling up wanting to help her Hunter grabbed your wrist making the earth crack again.

"(Y/N)." Looking back at him he stares at the key than you.

"Hunter please." You beg but he pulls his hand back. It would always be the mission first huh? Never you.

"(Y/N) don't make me take it from you." Closing your eyes unsure of what to do you sigh.

"I'm sorry." Eyes glowing as you open them you very carefully blast Hunter back on a soft pile of plants before running to Amity. The plants immeidtaley wrap around Hunter keeping him trapped. You can hear him yelling as he struggles but you ignore it. Helping Amity up you turn hearing King weh. Grabbing him and pulling him out of the stone you look at Hunter as he struggles against your trap plants.

You may not have been the most powerful witch but Hunter was right about one thing. You were smart and you would always have a backup plan.

"Come on lets go before he gets out." Pulling at Amity as you held King close ready to leave you didn't even notice the key was gone or that Hunter was watching you leave. All that remained of what you once held was the Titans Blood that smeared your hands.

As you closed your eyes not looking back you cling to King and Amity. You'd both won. But at what cost?

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