#* like the sun you burn and heal / style.

[daydreamcloudshiding]

#2 Astrology Observations

Juno-Chiron conjunction isn't always healing. In fact, i tend to find this in couples where they stay in the relationship for a very long time but the whole time, the relationship is very emotionally abusive

People with Pluto dominants are naturally suspicious of others, but it's not like they have bad intentions towards others. They naturally will try to find as much informations as possible about you if they really like you to determine if you're a safe person or not. Pluto, although people often will see their dark sides, is a water sign after all. They are very protective of their inner world and emotions

Another thing with Pluto dominant people is that they can feel easily insecure with themselves. They don't show it to others directly, but this is how they get that jealous streak. If they feel like someone might replace them or overpower them in anyway, they will feel like they need to defend themselves, whether in career, relationship, etc. If this is undeveloped, they can even get jealous or competitive with their own partner. This doesn't always mean a bad thing, however, the healthy Pluto dominants are actually very powerful and they are very sure of themselves, not easily swayed by anything. Pluto is fixed energy, after all. If developed, they will be so powerful and people naturally feel so inspired by them. They know not to mess with them

Cancer woman have that timeless beauty about them, they can rock any styles from any era and they will look good

I personally don't like Neptune-Sun or Neptune-Ascendant aspects in synastry because the Neptune person tend to project certain fantasy onto the Sun/Ascendant person so much and when the reality hits them, they get so disappointed that they will blame the Sun/Ascendant person for "fooling them". But really, it's an unconscious thing. The Sun/Ascendant person oftentimes don't even realise that they're being so idealised

The water signs are so sexualised

I find immature Capricorns and Taurus are the people who will stay in emotionally toxic environment as long as there's money. It could be a job, toxic household, or even relationship. Like i get it, everyone love money, but it can be so emotionally and mentally draining. When they mature, they will see money more as a tool that they get to use, instead of something that they hold on to so tightly that they are willing to sacrifice their own wellbeing for

People with North node in Libra truly need to learn to compromise because i've met a lot of them who burn a lot of bridges, only to later regret it. They are so competitive and defensive and very hard to see that others are not out to get them

Mars-North node synastry can be so healing where the Mars person will show the North node person what healthy boundaries should look like. However, there might be issue where the North node person can see how different they both are when they respond to conflict, which might make themselves feel so frustrated. Their instinct will tell them to do one thing, and the Mars person will do the exact opposite

Libra Ascendant in composite will make other people perceived them as the "It" couple. This is like "Ah, they have found their soulmate". Even if they break up, people generally will be reluctant to let go of this couple. This is like your family/friends will continue to ask you about that one ex even after you guys break up for years

Taurus/Cancer moon in composite is so cute because this is like "I'll cook for you" or "I'll wait for you at home" or "I've prepared this meal for you" or "Come here and let me comfort you" type of vibe. This feels so safe and healing, like coming home. This also make other people see them like "Person A is belong to person B no matter what, only they can truly understand each other"

Capricorn placement are the true stoics even without trying. They are so resilient

Neptune in 4th house composite is that type of couple who often imagine what their “dream home” would look like even before they get married, even if they don’t plan to take the relationship seriously in the beginning. When they’re together, both will see each other as someone that they can create their dream home with. An example for this would be that one might have express something about wanting to buy a house in X city, and the other will start to imagine what the house would look like, the neighbourhood, the room for the kids, etc. Both would love the idea of this. But that’s the thing with Neptune, it’s a mere idea. In reality, both might even struggle in making this dream home come true. It's hard to put together proper plan to achieve this "dream home". However, the couple will naturally feel at home with each other, emotionally and spiritually. That’s why it’s so easy for them to imagine creating this dream home together

I find that Virgo woman are a lot of ambitious than Virgo man. A lot more critical too. Most Virgo man that i’ve met are very chill

One of my favorite aspect in synastry and composite is Pallas-Moon. Both feel nurtured and the Moon person emotional needs is fulfilled

Vertex conjunct Chiron couple mostly are destined to meet in this lifetime to learn something really hard regarding love. If one happens to have the same sign in natal chart as in composite/synastry, this will effect this person more. For example, if you have Vertex-Chiron in Libra in composite or synastry with someone and it's just so happen that you also have Libra Chiron in your natal, it'll effect you more. I'm sorry but this is definitely not my fav aspect. The mental and emotional anguish that comes with this aspect is too much. If this also conjunct Juno, it'll be so hard to leave the other person. There'll be re-traumatization again and again. You will hate their guts so much and vice versa but refused to let go of each other.

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[midheavenastrology]

🎉🧁Super rando 🎉🧁Astro Observations 🎉🧁

🍥I do not recommend dating someone who has ur chiron sign- in one way or another they will hurt you unconsciously and trigger you 😔😔😭😓🫣of course this is good in a way because all trauma is meant to be healed ❤️‍🩹🩺🩻but you have to be with someone who is conscious of the hurt they are causing. The chiron person is only really meant to surface these hurts not heal them. Think about it: ur chiron sign is literally embodying the wound that u have so to date that sign is like dating a walking red flag 🚩

🍥People with prominent Jupiter aspects to their ascendant, sun, midheaven will naturally just emit light ! ✨🌞🌻 u shine ! U so sparkle ! Jupiter expands anything it touches, so imagine having sun 🌞 aspecting Jupiter: big energy, big beam of light !!! They also have the loudest, biggest laughs lmao- this is me and everyone always tells me they love how much I laugh at everything/have the biggest guffaw- sound like a dang donkey🐴 sometimes srry not srry 🥲🥲🥲

🍥Someone with a lot of mutable placements absolutely needs fixed energy to ground and stabilize them 😇🥺when it comes to synastry. Especially when it comes to moon sign compatibility. Mutable moons are legit the most moody 🌝😩🌚Cardinal can work too but sometimes feelings will burn out quickly 🐒🔥🌪️💦

🍥However with that said: have y’all ever dated ur opposite moon sign ??? Because that sh*ts fire 🔥

🍥Be careful who you meet romantically during mars or Venus retrograde ⏪⏮️these are past lovers that come back to try sumthin, sumthin out again. Like I went on a dating app 🤪during mars ☄️retrograde and had a super casual fling that burned out super quickly💥💥💥but not with some big lessons. The seggs will be ahmazing because youve fucked around before lol 🍌✨ are the lessons worth it tho, who knos 🥲

🍥Libra and Taurus placements will always be attractive ! trust ! Venus blesses them in some way or another 🌸💅🧖‍♀️ pretty privilege y’all ✨Scorpio and Aries placements will always be sessy, trust ! mars gives them sexy privilege 🍌🍆🌶️ if u got both in ur big three, boy r u trouble 😈

🍥I read somewhere that when you’re embodying your true soul essence you take on ur vedic/sidereal placements: literally have been feelin my triple fire 🔥 placement in vedic ! 😬🌶️🔥

🍥Neptune+mercury placements ….you literally manifest when you speak so be careful what u wish for 🫶 it’s because Neptune: higher spiritual plane, angels 👼, ancestors and then mercury: communication: u are literally speaking to angels mmkay 🥲✨🫶

🍥If you lack fire 🔥 in ur chart, u tend to run V cold 🥶 like ur probs the friend who has cold hands and feet constantly ! Me 🙋‍♀️

🍥Too much mercury in ur chart or air placements can make u constantly in ur head: like u can’t detach ur mind from ur body and soul. It’s gonna be hard 4 u to meditate 🧘‍♀️ tbh. I recommend breath work 4 y’all, so u can get more in tune with ur body/or working out, running, moving ur body 🕺💃🏃‍♀️🏋️‍♀️🤹‍♀️

🍥biggest flirt placements of the zodiac goes to Aries, Gemini, Libra and Sagittarius- if u have all four shidddd…I hope ur significant other is ok 🥲 honorable mention: Pisces (but it’s cus we fall in love like 5 times a day…doesn’t mean we actually know how to flirt tho..we’re just sweet lovers by nature) Aries, Gemini, libra and Sag are the ultimate smooth talkers of the zodiac 🥵

🍥biggest non flirts of the zodiac goes to Capricorn, Virgo, Scorpio, Taurus. Ur flirting style is basically being mean, uninterested or cold. Earth+ Scorpio is very self contained, they like to keep it together and flirting feels stupid and petty. When in a mood, they don’t want to talk to anyone unless there’s a reason for it..like what do u want ? Tell me what u want, set a date and make a plan. Also lez be real: their main love is cash money 🤑

That’s all y’all 🍭🎨🤹‍♀️🤹‍♀️🤹‍♀️🤹‍♀️💅💅💅💅💅☎️☎️☎️☎️☎️☎️🧋🧋🧋🧋🧋🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞

Hope y’all have a magical day 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Thanks for reading+scoping !! 🥰

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[azure-cherie]

How to dress to bring out planetary energy in your life .pt 1

Everything about us is vibration from your name to the air your breathe, from your jewellery to the clothing it affects you shapes you makes you . Remember to alter the suggestion as per your personal style .

Sun

What's the energy of sun ? What is it used for?

Sun is life the force itself , energy in total consciousness, fame , luxury , joyous nature , happiness, inviting goodness .

This energy can be harnessed for starting new things , bringing your mood up , inviting fame in your life , getting closer to your goal , for creating a friendly opinion of yourself in your work place yet someone who knows themselves. To regain self esteem . For retreat , nourishment and re establishment

What to wear :-

Gold gold gold baby , invest in some gold jewellery, it can be small a ring , a bracelet , or just a simple pendent and wear it with intention. Colours like gold ,mustard , yellow , red , saffron , orange are beneficial. For harnessing joy lighter shades of yellow are effective, for sultry powerful presence , deeper shades of yellow , orange , Reds or a mixture of them is well used . Use of highlighters , bronzers , sunset range eye shadows help in harnessing the energy. Fake tanning is not for sun harnessing like a tan is legit the body cells fighting the sun , you want the energy you don't want to burn yourself. Instead , good skin and glow is what best attracts the energy in your life . Honey coloured hair ,caramel coloured hair , brown coloured hair attracts this energy. Workin on your solar plexus , symbols and tattoos of the chakra symbol . Over dressed is never sun , be comfortable and beautiful, soft fabrics are best preferred, breathable fabrics , something that doesn't suffocate you works best .

Moon

What is the energy of the moon , what is it used for ?

The energy of the moon is mysterious, sultry , seductive , intuitive, hidden , of brightenes in the darkest times of femininity in the essence .

It can be used for times when you want to disconnect from everyone and just live a peaceful life . For helping you solve something that has been bothering you . For seduction and manipulation . Letting out your emotions , dealing with them . For healing and occult practices .

What to wear :

Anything related to pearls , silk , satin in hues of white silver grey work best , stones like moon stone when carved and used as a pendent . Silver coloured makeup , the metal of silver is known as chandi which correlates to Chand (moon) . Drinking moon water in a silver cup is also very beneficial for harnessing the energy. Wear pendents of moon shape . Use the triple moon symbol for power and protection. Since moon is inherently feminine flowey dresses , sheer dresses work great . Invest in comfortable bras , whatever bras or bralette you need for each occasion as the moon rules the breasts . Black also works well as moon is more about mystery and black makes you blend in very well .

Mars

What is the energy of the mars, what is it used for ?

The energy of mars is powerful, action oriented , go getter , sometimes nervous, filled with courage

Can be used if you're struggling to do something , like times when you feel lazy , you suffer with not standing up for yourself, when you need courage, for self esteem issues

What to wear :

Blood red hues , deep red hues , black , maroon colours of dress work great . While the energy of sun is red more on the side of orange ,Reds for mars are more rich and vibrant . Materials like latex , heavy materials , wool , leather , khadi etc can give you more of a mars vibe . Using tops with pants , black blazers , tuxedo , red long dresses , alternatively any costume to show dominance can be used to harness the mars energy. Hats , hair bands , extensions, crowns , any jewellery or accessories related to your head work great as our head is ruled by mars . Extravagance (but not as much as rahu) can be used. But most important of all there are no rules to mars , it's whatever you find suits you best .

Venus

What is the energy of the Venus, what is it used for ?

The energy of Venus is quite the energy of passion not of burning passion like mars but of seductive passion , silent wanting craving , desire, intention, of luxury , of easy paths , of getting things you desire without working too much for it , of sweetness, of youth .

This energy is used for getting things your way , attracting people, positivity, self esteem , manifestation, for initial impressions (like interviews , depending on the setting and industry ) . For youth beauty and rejuvenation .

What to wear :

Crimson, pinks , peach colour , red , white , pastels etc. Platinum metal , brass, copper occasionally for jewellery. Ribbons, laces , net , satin , pearls, chains , body jewellery. Soft sultry flowey materials that symbolise the feminine energy of the planet. Revealing clothing, staying naked for a while connects you to the energy of the planet as Venus is comfortable in her own skin by that you can choose to be comfortable in your own skin in accordance to the situations. Venus rules the genital regions , sexy undergarments or comfortable undergarments will take you a long way in accordance with this energy. Avoid having dirty laundry that afflicts Venus. Be the most sexy version of you without the eyes of male validation and there you have her blessing you. .

Thank you so much for reading 🍒

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[sayhoneysiren]

what typa beauty u possess

I. II. III.

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I. phoenix. zebra. air element- communication. neptune.💚

eccentric, otherworldly and exotic beauty. your stand out feature are your doe eyes and lengthy lashes. your eyes seem to light up when you’re communicating or talking about the things you are most passionate about. you carry a youthful face/aura and could trick people unknowingly about your age and experience (people think you’re younger than you truly are). you enjoy experimenting with your appearance. many people from you past are stunned by your glo up. you’re almost unrecognizable to the people from your past.

you also look very beautiful when sleeping or in deep meditation (sleeping beauty). you could be an air, fire, water rising sign. some of you love butterflies or have a wing tattoo. your beauty attracts new friends to you easily and kids adore you as well.

II. sun- spirit. chiron-healing. earthworm. dragonfly🌸

natural beauty. your features are small, pretty and petite. small features thats unique, like a mole or dimple. your face and gaze just look peaceful and innocent. your vibe is very mature though and in a touch luxurious. you couod be very gracful and flexible in the way you move or dance. your creative side stands out to most. your ability to be a excellent listener and communicator makes you beautiful as well. although you are a giver you also are self contained and independent. you may be a responsible older sibling or parent. your ability to teach others through your actions and leadership makes others drawn to your charm. you are definitely someone people strive to be like.

III. fire- desire. sixth house. crocidile. beaver. cobra.💀

deadly beauty. you have a gaze that is intimidating as hell. striking eyes but a gentle soul though. (could wear contacts or glasses). when you smile it lights up you face more. your sexuality is heightened and you are confident in you body and beauty. you just seem like you know yourself well and always stay true to your style. your fashion may be a darker colors. also many people desire you. there is a certain way you do your routine or makeup and you share your routine with no one. you’re selective and choosy about what you do, say and share about yourself. (could be vegan). you’re giving witchy vibes. some people can hide their intensity but you cannot. if you we’re born during the witch trails, you’d be the one burned on the stake, because you simply cannot hide your intensity.

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[hwaightme]

Panacea

OUT NOW: Panacea

song used in teaser: de selby (part 1) by hozier

🌊pairing: poet!seonghwa x doctor!gn!reader 🌊genre: fluff, slice of life, slow burn, healing, strangers to lovers, comfort 🌊summary: what do a poet who lost his inspiration and a cosmetic surgeon who lost their empathy have in common? when you make an escape from the city to a memory-filled cottage on the edge of the world, you meet park seonghwa, a poet who, after growing fatigued of shallow critique and unwanted attention, is on a search for true beauty. you, a surgeon who cannot bear to hear nor assess another patient , abhor its twisted definitions. as the seasons change, storms abate and your paths entangle, you discover a new, unparalleled kind of beauty. 🌊wordcount: estimated around 30k 🌊warnings/tags: semi-edited, ??? attempts at sijo (forgive me), discussion of beauty standards, mention of surgery/clinics, weather imagery, dreams/nightmares, discussion of life and death (jokes relating to death), talk of side character death, urban/rural comparisons, isolation, burnout, philosophy, judgement of media, seaside, cliffs, dialogue + inner thoughts, perspective switching, falling in love, loving another's mind, talk of what is 'real' beauty, food, eating, cooking, implied anxiety, implied impulsive thoughts, sneak into home 🌊author's note: happy birthday, seonghwa. thank you for all you inspire me to do, and for teaching me how to find the sun even in a rainstorm. sincere and diligent, you are the spring, the renaissance, the glimmering light. wishing for you and for atiny alike to have a cherished panacea and a love brighter than the stars.

teaser (1.3k):

...Mid-spin, just as you were finished with making the filling and were in the process of lining a baking tin with some of the pastry, the front door creaked open, revealing the figure that you had spotted outside of your window, walking alongside the beginnings of what would be a cliff’s edge. You stood still, holding the pie tin, feeling the grooves of its edges, balancing the dough that was still wrapped in clingfilm right in the middle, as though if you were to not move this man would not see you. Heart quickening to a nauseating pace, the intense scrutiny that you were receiving made you want to collapse behind the counter. Before this moment, you had convinced yourself that you had fully adopted a devil may care attitude, and that you were ready for whoever you would encounter, having prepared the humble abode for a you-style reception and to assert who truly was deserving of ownership of this property. But something about this enigmatic persona who, just like you, remained unmoving, echoed the seastorms. A roaring of the waves was contained in his orbs, so dark due to the light being behind the man’s back that you could barely detect the transition from pupil to iris. A nose worthy of being depicted in renaissance paintings, in fact, if you had to pinpoint one way to describe the stranger, is that he reminded you of subjects that graced the walls of art galleries, selected by masters to be immortalised in the artists’ name. Nameless, much like he was to you in this present moment. His lips, ever so slightly parted as if he had been on the verge of saying something to you, only for the aim to fall short of execution, voice drowning in doubt or disgust. The corners of the man’s mouth were gently downturned - not unpleasantly so, but rather giving him an aura of intimidation that intrigued you. Shadows on his face suggested to you that he was unshaven, though, you had to admit that it was not too bad of a look. In fact, an interesting edge of ruggedness that balanced with his longer locks gave the man a new form of allure, and in turn, forced you to keep your eyes on him despite feeling inklings of terror. The scene reminded you of a faceoff between two territorial wolves - whose domain was this? Only time and a match of resolve would tell.

He was the first to break eye contact, sighing and moving to take off his shoes and trench coat. You remained still - a hostile animal that was expecting aggression at any moment. The man was silent, unphased by your ‘out of the blue’ appearance at least outwardly, and you were not certain whether his lack of reaction was something to be taken with gratitude or suspicion. As you inspected his motions, how he stretched out his arm to hang the trench coat on the rack that was hammered to the wall, with the right nail ever so slightly lower than the left, how he ran a hand through his hair, casting shadows over what hinted at months of fatigue. Not quite pallid, but definitely tired skin, holding times of discomfort, sleeplessness. Dark circles under those deep, pensive orbs, cheeks that were somewhere between sunken and youthful. The man stood before you in a white shirt, the colour a last cry to some form of purity and hope. You could guess why he was at the cottage, since it was not too challenging to see your own reflection in the corners of his soul, much like you could sense that he was reading you. He reminded you of an angel who was tired of praying, barely capable of carrying his body. Pressed down by the story that had been written for him, he was likely here for an escape, to drown out the sounds of whatever he was running from. Perhaps you should be friendly, and welcome this lost soul. After all, he could be unaware of where he is nor of what unspoken rules exist around here. The least you could do is make him feel at home-

“You made a mess,” and just like that, all desire to be amiable flew out of the window and into the sea. His curt comment was like a burning cold scalpel, words too familiar to be neutral and well-received. 

Before you could respond, the man was well on his way to the bathroom, and judging by the slam of the door, he was not very pleased to see the rearrangements you had made. No comments followed, however, and instead, the pause was filled by the sound of running water, followed by a muffled mumbling when following a couple of rattles, the pressure inevitably dropped and there was barely a trickle. You shook your head, amused by how this man had been living in this property without the basic knowhow. Clearly, he was one of the many cityfolk who wanted to try his luck while on holiday. Exotic stay to talk about with his glamorous friends, you bet. For him to explain how ‘the bucolic was not even as appealing as literature made it out to be’. Standard. Faceless. You would forget him in no time, especially since he would probably leave before it got less fun and more mundane to stay out in the wilderness. That pretty face should not know harshness. With a huff, you set the tin down onto the counter and set the oven to preheat. With swift, irritated movements, you took to lining the metal with the dough, and in no time shifted to ladling the filling inside, halting to watch the last of the fruity cinnamon remnants dribble from the bowl down to join the rest of the sweet and sour promise.

The man returned when you were in the process of lacing strings of dough together to structure a coherent design. With an embarrassing surgical precision, you focused on the patterns - culinary sutures, almost horrified by the technique that you could not prevent from channelling itself through your body, to your very fingertips especially now that there was an audience. If he wanted to give you a stern talking to, it had quickly dissipated and mid-stride, the stranger was observing you as though you were carrying out a sacred ritual. The spotlight was on you as you demonstrated how to put the flesh back together. Piecing the skin bit by bit so as to ensure minimal scarring, careful now, people come to you to make themselves feel beautiful after all. String by string, the pie was looking more like itself, a recipe book photograph, something worthy of immortalising as the model step before baking. A beeping confirmed that the patient was relaxed, steady, with a perfect heart rate - good, all the readings were steady, now all you needed was to make the final - you felt for the tray finding empty space. Did someone misplace the tools? Panic shot into your nervous system and with a jolt you pushed yourself away from the table, only to find yourself gazing, startled, at someone who you had begun to assume was an intern. The guest, or cohabitant? An eyebrow raised, the ghost of a smirk on his lips as he took in your state. You clicked your tongue, finally putting two and two together and grabbing the timer behind you, purposefully taking your time so that you would not have to look at your newfound personification of madness for longer than necessary. So much for an introduction; the figure who was still a mystery to you slinked back into the shadows, with only the click of the office door serving as a confirmation that he was real. You rubbed your temples, the distant thrumming of a headache resembling a thunder that crawled over the horizon. Demonstratively, you sprinkled some flour onto a previously clean spot on the wooden countertop, only to automatically reach for the towel and drop the action again. No, it was time to bake. You needed to bake. You needed to make this place feel like home for the next couple of months, even if this peculiar character was going to be sharing it...

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[burnthoneydrops]

Moonlit Confessions

Synopsis: What was once thought to be a fizzled out attempt at marriage might have a second chance

Warnings: implied fem!reader (use of miss and dance cards for regency style traditions)

Word Count: 1523

a/n: here's the part two of this request !! i didn't think it would take this long but i got a random burst of inspiration last night and finished it up today so here it is! i'm learning i really don't know how to do short slow burn but oh well haha. i hope you lot enjoy!!

This night seemed to be repeating itself. Couples twirl themselves like planets orbiting the sun as the small band plays from their spot in the corner. You stand off to the side, huffing as you glance at your empty dance card, your eyes in a narrow glare as you try to find the reason for its current state. Anthony Bridgerton seemed bound and determined to keep the slots on your dance card name free and had yet to name a reason why. Having resigned yourself to moving past your offer of marriage with no meaningful result, you thought throwing yourself into that which your mother had always wanted would help speed up the healing process. Somewhere along this new stage of your martial quest, Anthony had decided that he did not like any of your new prospects at all and made it his mission to see that each and every one of them failed. 

“Miss Y/N, would by chance-” a gentleman had approached you but was stopped in his tracks, glancing quickly at something behind you before it looked like the fear of god had been instilled in him and backing away slowly. 

You quickly turn around, only to come face to face with Anthony, and the dots begin to connect. This was the third gentleman this evening, and who knows how many that brought the grand total for the week up to? Your mother probably did, you wouldn’t doubt that she was counting off to the side. Your blood begins to boil. In the past few weeks since you had proposed a marriage of convenience to the eldest Bridgerton, your season had been absolute hell and he seemed to only be more interested in your life when you tried not to involve him. 

“What is the matter with you?” You scold, moving closer to him to try and keep the conversation between the two of you. 

“The lemonade tastes a little funny tonight-”

“That is not what I meant and you know it”.

“Lord Garrison is not to be interacted with. He is not worthy of anyone’s time, much less yours”. 

You are slightly moved by his words, though your anger blinds you to much else other than the issue at hand. “Is that for the same reason as Lord Andreas then? Or perhaps Lord Henderson? Or maybe even Lord Clark? But heaven forbid I ever know that reason as you seem so hellbent on never enlightening me!” You seethe, gritting your teeth in an effort to keep your volume down. 

“I am simply keeping your best interests in mind,” Lord Bridgerton answers simply, as if it were obvious. 

“I never asked you to do that! I am not Daphne or Eloise! I am not one of your charges and therefore none of your concern and quite frankly,” you sigh, trying to steady your breathing before you get too riled up, “I thought you made your opinions quite clear at the Beauxton’s ball, so I intended to move on but you are making that quite impossible”. 

“We are still friends, Miss Y/N. Believe it or not, that makes me worry about you,” he replies, though there is something in his eyes, almost like he isn’t saying everything. 

“I never intended for you to worry about me! I am simply trying to lighten the burden that I am to my parents by finding a husband and cushioning our lives with a bit more funding, but when you constantly scare off all of the Lords possibly coming my way, you are ensuring my failure”. 

“You would that quickly give up your interests for the sake of the marriage mart?” 

You glare at him as if he has gone insane, which it frankly sounds like he has. 

“Lest you have forgotten, Lord Bridgerton, not every match is created out of love. Some are created out of necessity, which appears to be my only option”. 

“But what if it isn’t? What if there is someone out there who might secure you that love match and allow you to keep your books?” This seems entirely out of character for the man in front of you. 

“Oh the romantic expert now are we? Last I remember, you were rejecting a poor girl because she tripped over your left foot!” 

Anthony scans the room fervently, as if looking for someone before finding nothing. Instead, he mutters “christ” under his breath and grabs your hand, pulling you toward the open door to the balcony. 

“Lord Bridgerton, where are we-” you huff “where are we going?” He does not respond, choosing instead to drag you through the crowd of people, no doubt collecting pairs of eyes as you two pass. Once the two of you are outside, away from the curious ears of the ton, he faces you, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. 

“What has gotten into you Anthony?” You look between his eyes, hoping to catch whatever was the reasoning behind this out of character moment. The night air nips at your collar bones and you shiver slightly from the combination of the sudden cold and being locked under Anthony’s gaze. His silence scares you, and he keeps opening his mouth before shutting it a second later. It is quite unusual to catch the Viscount without words and this is surely the worst you’ve seen.  

“I have not been able to look at any man near you for weeks. Do you know how infuriating it is to see someone else chase after the person who has your heart?”

“Where is this coming from?” 

“You asked me what had gotten into me? You have. You have lodged yourself into my brain and into my heart and I cannot get you out of there to save my life. When you offered marriage I assumed it was a joke and realised too late that I was wrong”. 

“Anthony I-”

“You have consumed me, and I know that I made it clear that I would not marry for love, but watching you sacrifice yourself in such a way has been gnawing at me. Please, tell me you won’t do it”. He looks intently at you, begging both verbally and visually. 

“What are you saying?” 

“Tell me you won’t find another man for whom you would have to give up everything just to please your parents. You know damn well I have enough wealth and resources to remedy any worry and would never make you give up anything. If you do not wish to marry me-” “Marry you?” You try to interrupt, to no avail. 

“Then spare me the rejection and you can head back inside, but I know there is a part of you that feels the same. Allow me to make up for the time I’ve lost being an idiot and please,” he bends down onto one knee, “marry me”. 

“Are you quite finished?” 

He looks at you as if you’d grown a second head. It is clearly not the answer he was expecting, though you doubt any man would be expecting anything other than a “yes” to a question like that. You grab his hands, clasping them between your own and holding them between the two of you as he stands up. 

“If we are going to really do this, then I believe we shall do it properly. To prove you are serious about this, my favourite flowers are lilies and I shall be expecting you with a bouquet of them at my front door tomorrow”. 

“I should have known you were not going to make this easy,” Anthony smiles, though the anxiety of your possible rejection is still running through him. 

“You denied the easy way out, so you seem to have left me no choice,” you counter. 

“But is it a yes?” He raises a brow. 

“Eventually, but who are we to deny ourselves a longer honeymoon period? If you truly want to be wed, then we are to do absolutely everything”. Simply because you enjoyed your studies does not mean that you had never wished for romance. You had known that the majority of what the ton had to offer was men who would strip you of your most favourite hobbies for more motherly and homely activities, but now that you had an offer to keep the former on the table, you were going to relish it. 

“Tomorrow it is then,” his smile grows, squeezing your hands. 

“My mother will be so pleased,” you tease. 

“As will mine, though do not go thinking that I got down on one knee for the sake of our mamas”. 

“You mean to tell me you weren’t proposing to get to my mother? She will be positively offended,” you joke with a smile. 

“You are making me regret my decision,” Anthony teases back. 

“You would never,” you chuckle, pulling the two of you so his back is blocking the view of any passersby to try and keep the whispers at bay for a little longer. This moment is yours, and you intend to keep it that way before it inevitably reaches the ears of the curious partygoers.

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #the viscount who loved me #bridgerton x reader #the duke and i #an offer from a gentleman #bridgerton imagines #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton fanficton

[allmyloveandyours]

Astrology Observations #5!!!

This one is shorter :^] the next couple of posts are gonna be more focused on silly lil things like healing and art and maybe money. Also I'm NOT! a professional this one is the goofiest of all take it with like salt but a tiny tiny lil speck. Not even a grain.

Mars in 8th house may naturally be able to make money. Transiting 8th house is a good time to make/deal with other people's money, and in your solar return it can point to getting money from others. The sign can tell you how.

Jupiter in 2nd house also has a knack for getting money. Jupiter can imply a jack of all trades, so hopping from thing to thing in order to make money.

Aquarius Placements can be fans of hyperpop. Like I kinda associate Leo with pop, so Aquarius is the same just more eccentric.

Fixed Star Regulus (Leo 29°) points to fame/naturally attracting attention. Specially if they're conjunct* a planet. But it can also point to it flipping if you abuse your power. For example, if your sun is conjunct Regulus, you may garner attention easy due to your personality and natural glow, however if you let your ego get the better of you and abuse your power, people will hate you for said personality and think that you're a terrible person period.

(This will probably get a separate post) but Venus can tell where you should do your art. Example: Venus in 4th house can mean you'd like to be at home/do home decor.

On the same note, If you're an artist (or would like to be one and don't know where to start), Venus can tell you your art style. Example, Venus in 2nd house Sagittarius can point to having an art style that takes a lot of inspiration from overseas artists, along with having multiple art styles (and since the house is ruled by Taurus, and Taurus rules Venus, it could be very elegant no matter what style you go with).

Mars in 12th house natives refuse to be mad. They may also refuse to let people see them upset (Example asking "did I talk to much" or "sorry I'm just upset" at tiny things). The same goes for Synastry and Composite charts. In Synastry it can show the planet person refusing to get angry at the house person for the first couple of years. Composite can show extremely passive aggressive fighting/the silent treatment.

North Node in 6th house will always do acts of service, even if they fight it. They may end up in a job where they protect someone from something, or end up taking care of the elderly. Even if you're an author, it will still be servicing to entertain other people. It's one of the most inevitable North Nodes imo.

Uranus in 3rd can indicate being bullied by peers in earlier school (pre-high school) and finding success after traveling for college/higher education. You may also may go into technology based jobs. Especially social media based.

South Node can tell you about your past life, and aspects can tell you a lot about it. Using my chart as an example, I have 11th house Pluto conjunct my South Node, sextile my Venus in 8th house, and every astrologer I've seen joked that I was a witch burned at the stake.

Squares to natal chart Neptune can tell you where your illusions are/where you may work hard to break illusions. For example, Neptune in 11th square your Mercury could mean that you have illusions about how your friends see you/talk about you, and their opinions on your dreams. It could also mean you work hard to prove your goals are worthy in the eyes of others, and aim for verbal praise.

Venus square Ascendant may have a fashion style/beauty standards that aren't the standard for the time.

The house Jupiter is in can show where your natural glow is. Jupiter in 10th can show a natural glow in your career/you get more attention than your peers. 4th can show you glow the most while at home or get the most attention in your family.

Pallas in Virgo can show a a talent for listening and paying attention.

Okay this one was literally just getting the last random of stuff off my mind. Next post will be Chiron then Art :)

#astrology observations #astro notes #neptune #uranus #mars in 8th #jupiter in 2nd house #regulus #fixed star #venus #venus square ascendant #pallas #virgo #astrology #south node #north node in 6th house

[star-girl69]

My Heart Never Knows

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: i just wanted to clarify that yes, we are jumping around, but things like kisre having her seizure and the tulkun returning are still gonna happen. i hope you all enjoy!!

(also i think that for this series that jake’s favorite thing to do is to sleep with y/n like literally just on top of him like babygirl wants to be SUFFOCATED)

warnings: swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Fourteen- We Are Storms

—-

“Mama? Can I please go to the beach with Kisre?”

Your mother was sort of everything all at once. A mediator, an aggressor, a lover, a fighter. You thought she was so much like you. You thought the two of you were storms, the eyes matching, swirling the same way.

But, you were not born first. Unless your sister died, you would never amount to anything in her eyes. You would never be Tsahìk, never hold a position of power beyond being Ronal’s sister, her daughter.

And for that reason, she thought, why waste her time on you?

Maybe she saw it as a mercy, to let you live how you pleased, while your sister was stuck inside training.

Maybe she just did not like you. You were not even the spare- you were simply just there.

Not too big, not too small, taking up just the right amount of attention and space. Sweet and kind, a good friend like Kisre to keep you occupied. Keep you away from disrupting.

She looks up from the bowl she is stirring, while Ronal stands next to her, eyes watering in the face of the steaming pot.

“Yes,” she says, only sparing you a glance. “Be back before eclipse.”

Then, as if snapped out of a trance, Ronal looks up.

“Can I go too? Please, Mama? You said I made that healing tonic perfectly.”

Now, your mother looks at Ronal, staring at her as if she is the stupidest girl on the planet.

“There is always more to learn.”

Kisre frowns when you emerge alone. She misses Ronal. You miss Ronal. Ronal says she misses you too- you feel her climb into your hammock each night, exhausted from a day of training.

You sleepily tell her about your day, and she runs her hands through your hair, untangling whatever style it was in, and always says how she wishes she could have been there.

You and Kisre drop a shell into the sea, time who can reach it faster. But when you laugh and shout, there is a voice missing.

—-

When Neytiri runs her hands through your hair, it is not the same.

It still feels nice, of course. Still makes you feel warm in your stomach, loved and safe. Protected and happy.

Jake is pressed against your back like a wall, like armor, arm around your waist, and you know no one will hurt you.

Nights are not lonely. Days are not either.

The suns shines bright and burns your eyes, but you find it hard to look at your reflection in the water. You prefer the stormy days, you think. When the water is too choppy to see much.

They want you to talk, Jake and Neytiri, and you can tell each night there is words on their lips, but you say you don’t want to so they don’t.

It wasn’t hard to forgive Jake.

He was your mate, and you loved him, knew him. You See him. He made a mistake, got caught up in the moment, but you realize he is just a storm like you.

You can’t blame him for that.

Tears had filled your eyes when you came back to their mauri, and Tuk had frowned and cupped her hands around her lips, sucking in the air around you before setting it free. When she asked if that took the pain away, you smiled at said it did. A small lie was nothing compared to what you felt.

Jake had apologized like you were a goddess he had upset, speaking and staring at you with such reverence the stars must have been in your eyes.

You forgave him when he kissed your temple.

Neytiri had still smacked him, of course, called him skxawng, and it had managed to bring a small smile to your face.

You have learned that, with a family like this, the days past quick.

Tuk is still so young, when Jake had explained that you were her new mother, she had simply smiled and called you mom the next day.

When she saw the tears fall down your face, she tried to breathe away your pain again, and it took everything in you not cry more, to try and explain to her that they were happy tears.

That, you have found, is the foundation of family. Happiness.

Kiri was also quick to accept you; provided that you kept making those biscuits she liked so much.

Lo’ak was easy to bond with, once he saw how much he parents loved you, and how he could talk to you about Payakan without judgment. He liked learning more about the tulkun, and you told him stories of you and your soul sister, and he would only wistfully look off onto the sea and asked what happened next.

Neteyam was still stiff, but like Lo’ak, he saw how much his parents loved you, how much his sister liked you, and he slowly softened. (Besides, he did dream about those biscuits.)

Jake and Neytiri are simply pure joy, always smiling, seeing you spend time with the children. They always smile when they get to introduce you as their wife, and your lives before each other have quickly bled into one.

Tsireya and Ao’nung come for dinner, Kisre does as well, proclaiming that all the children must call her Aunt Kisre.

She jokes that Jake and Neytiri should be eternally grateful to her, seeing as she was the one to help you realize everything you felt for them.

(They always roll their eyes with a smile on their faces.)

Tonowari says he is most happy for you, and Ronal pretend she doesn’t know you.

You understand that she feels betrayed. But she is still your sister.

—-

“Bye, Y/N!”

“Ah- Lo’ak- aren’t you still grounded?”

He stops at the threshold of the mauri, cursing to himself before turning to you with a smile.

“No?”

“Yes you are!” Tuk shouts accusingly, looking over from where she sits in the hammock, laughing while you sweep the floor beneath her.

“Sorry,” you say, brushing dust and dirt from the floor into a pile. “A few more days, right?”

“I guess,” he mumbles, coming back into the mauri to sit on the floor. He grabs his knife and a stone, sharpens it wordlessly.

He is a storm, like you, so much like you, and you sigh as you watch him. The sun is starting to fall in the sky, and you had thought about making dinner tonight.

“What’s your favorite dinner?”

He looks up, wide eyes. “What?”

“Your favorite dinner. I was going to make dinner tonight anyways- so what’s your favorite?”

“Oooo! Can I help you cook?”

“You weren’t already?” you ask with a smile, sitting next to Tuk. She smiles, legs kicking, looking at Lo’ak expectantly to find out what you’ll be cooking.

He still looks surprised, almost as if he never expected somebody to ask him something like this before. “Uh… roasted sturmbeest, I guess.”

“Then I’ll make that.”

You turn back to Tuk, preparing to tell her about all you’ll need to do, when the brief moment of silence is filled by another.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says, and your name is odd coming from him.

—-

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#jake sully x neytiri #jake sully x reader #neytiri x reader

[makapatag]

more uv@eot shit

this is gonna feature words that dont rlly make sense unless you've read the rest of the manuscript

THE LOST AND FORGOTTEN ARTS

All Martial Arts are mostly banned, save for a few practiced and allowed by the PANTHEON for sport. Martial Arts are culture, you see. Culture not approved by THE PANTHEON is pushed to the margins.

And anything not approved by the Pantheon is the whole of humanity.

Here, drink this. That’s it. Hard to go down, huh? Yeah, haha, fucking–you’ll get used to it. You have to. That’s AMRI, it heals all wounds, it's made from the Semen of the God of the Binary Star we orbit. RIT, the last star before all the suns fade. They try to call out to us, you know? The solar flares scramble the Meta-Consciousness and fuck up the systems in The End.

It’s expensive as fuck, can only be bought by the Gods. How’d we get them? By fucking stealing them of course. How else? We destroy shipments, grab them back. We never get caught. We’re good like that. You, though? You’ll fuck it up. Unless you stick around.

You’re a ROOKIE aren’t ya? There’s a lot to learn about the THEATER OF SUBLIME VIOLENCE. That’s what we like to call this whole charade. Yeah, that is the term for the gladiatorial sports as well. For the Gods it might just be sport, but for us it's our entire lives. We spend our entire lives in violence, struggling to get out of hell.

Here’s the secret, Rookie. There’s no getting out of Hell. 

So what do you do when you can’t reach heaven? You destroy it. “It’s easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of capitalism,” they say. So end the fucking world. Become the apocalypse. Some say this shit is depressing and defeatist as fuck, but I don’t think so. For the next world to be born the current one must be destroyed. It takes a helluva a lot of hope to get there. Let me teach you the ropes. You probably have some fighting knowledge, right? Everyone does, here in hell. Throw a punch, a kick? Yeah, that’s good. Gimme a grapple? All right, good enough, you gotta apply some more pressure around my neck but you’ll get the hang of it. That’s enough. Let’s get you to a Martial Commune. That’s where you’ll learn the ULTRAVIOLENCE ARTS. We like to call it just UV ARTS.

You ever heard of THE HEAD OF MARX?

THE HEAD OF MARX

Named after the economic thinker, the Head of Marx puts in mind the sleek plausibility of revolution. To be inducted into this art, you must recite the Communist Mantra and have your skull broken apart with anticapitalist enlightenment, then sutured back together to become a silver kintsugi, with threads of nano-mantra-wires made by the Monk Shatrasattva of the Broken Mountain Range, a well known Marx-Dharmist. The Head of Marx makes your head thicker than most. You become fucking determined. Your main attacking tool becomes your HEAD, you slam it down and destroy and kill the specter. 

Art Traits

Posture: 3

Speed: 4

Style: Raider/Sentinel

Determination: When you describe yourself canceling out a Hit with your Skull, inflict Push 2 on one of the attackers, and then give them your Provoke 1.

Philosophical Juggernaut: When you make a close attack and describe yourself using your Skull, gain 1 Deflect Token. 1/Strike. 

Impenetrable Power of Communism: At the start of your Riff, choose a square adjacent to you. Any attack that starts from that square or has a line of effect that goes through that square suffers Dullness as your burning Skull faces that direction.

MINOR MASTERY: THE HEAD

Things will never be the same.Your head has been shattered apart, and put together again. Your eyes are concetric bifocals to continue the Proletariat revolution. It is only through economic upheaval can everyone blast open the gates for the Path of Enlightenment. And once done, there’s still work to do.

For 1 Beat, you can use your head like a hammer. Make a Close Heat Attack, and then give the target a Knockdown 1 or Push 3. 

EXCEEDS:

TRIPLE SKULL: +1 Beat to make the attack a Blast 3 Heat Attack.

ULTIMATE KILLING RHETORIC: Gain a STRENGTHEN TOKEN after the attack, and then Rush 1.

#ultraviolence at the end of time #gamedev #ttrpg #writing

[gatorbites-imagines]

hey bestie :) would you mind giving us a full list of all your kryptonian headcannons? i'd love to hear what your ideas are for them. -LB

Kryptonian Headcanons

Theres quite a lot so i put it under the cut.

Something akin to a Caste system or “alpha/beta/omega”. Meaning some are born a higher caste and their biology reflect that. This doesn’t mean anyone is too above anyone else, bodies or biology are just slightly different such as muscle mass or appearance. Meaning some might have wider shoulders or slimmer hips, or even sharp ears like a halfelf in a fantasy setting.

This shows through ones “aura”, or things like how one carries themselves or how the primal part of ones brain acts and thinks. Things like appearance doesn’t have much say, as anyone can be smaller or bigger, it can only really be noticed through things like scent or “aura” aka the vibe one gives off.

One tends to be able to feel another caste just from their vibe, though its typically first noticed through things like clothing, as different clans wear different colours or styles, though its nowhere near as stark and different like ancient times.

Kryptonians purr, but it tends to be at a frequency only those with special hearing or other kryptonians can hear. Kryptonian purring like cat purring has healing and relaxing properties. They can also growl and chuff but that too is at a volume only picked up by other kryptonians.

In ancient times it was common to find a mate perfect for you, who fit you in every sense. It led to things like “the hunt” which was a ritual where the one who wanted to stake their claim, would chase the other, catch them, and they would bond. When bonded a deep connection was created by the two of more members, and it became as deep as being able to feel one others’ emotion.

This urge is much more diluted nowadays. When you meet someone who is compatible kryptonians will still feel it inside themselves, and if ignored for too long it can grow into a burning need inside their bodies. Though it can be supressed and even fizzle out if it is not returned by the other party.

But if left out of check the need and want can become borderline maddening. If kryptonians are not taught by clan or family from a young age how to deal with their primal urges it can become maddening, so when they meet their compatible partner, it can have effects. This can lead to the two or more being incredibly drawn to each other, or even lead to a rivalry like situation, if the caste standing is unclear.

It wasn’t uncommon for those of higher caste to have multiple partners, akin to a harem in ancient times. Nowadays harems are looked down upon but polycules are accepted.

As kryptonians themselves don’t sweat all that much, scent can be very important to kryptonians. This is also why a kryptonian partner might go a little coocoo from their human partners sweat and musk, as its much more concentrated than the scent you’d find on another kryptonian.

If you’ve read my fics you know I hc kryptonians as more hung than humans and able to produce a large amount of any bodily fluid at this point. This headcanon exists solely for my own pleasure.

Kryptonians can be much older than humans, meaning that they reach sexual maturity at an older age than humans, striking them in about their late 30s, where after they’ll be in their prime to have children until their 80s or 90s. But the first couple of years are the strongest, as they gain influx of pheromones that weren’t there before.

Kryptonians possess organs that you won’t find in a human. Like an organ in their throat and chest that allows them to purr.

Or what I dubbed the “sunspot”. Its an organ placed where youll find the solar plexus on a human. Its an organ that takes in the access radiation from the sun that isn’t used by the body. Normally the sunspot isn’t anything special, but if touched or rubbed by a kryptonians partner, it’s very sensitive as it will leak the radiation within into the kryptonians body. This isn’t dangerous for any non kryptonian. partner, don’t worry.

In ancient time the clothes of Krypton reflected this organ, leaving open holes or wearing open fronted shirts or dresses to expose the organ to as much sunlight as possible. But it became out of fashion later on, as the sun weakened.

Any gender on krypton can become pregnant, but seeing as natural births were so incredibly rare later on, it was pretty much forgotten. Its not that you can just go ahead and get a male kryptonian pregnant though, it would need the kryptonian to be willing and very into the idea of it. Think how some women want to be pregnant so bad they show symptoms. That would be the same for a male kryptonian, who would develop the needed organs for it over a period of months to a year.

That’s all I can think of off the top of my head right now.

#dc #kryptonian #krypton #clark kent #superman #dc headcanons #dc imagine #kryptonian headcanon #kryptonian imagine #kryptonian biology #krypton imagine #krypton headcanon #clark kent headcanon #clark kent imagine #superman imagine #superman headcanon #worldbuilding

[michaelsheens]

when noah kahan said "if the sun don't rise till the summertime, forgive my northern attitude. oh, i was raised on little light" and when he said "i thought that if i piled something good on all my bad that i could cancel out the darkness i inherited from dad" and when he said "my house was designed to kinda look like it's crying. the eyes are the windows, the garage is the mouth. so when they mention the sad kid in the sad house on balch street, you won't have to guess who they're speaking about" and when he said "i was taking the wrong meds, feels good to be sad" and when he said "my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it" and when he said "someday i’m gonna be somebody people want" and when he said "no thing so sure that i can't learn to doubt it" and when he said "i divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts, keep the bad shit in my liver and the rest around my heart. i'm still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them, but it's a start" and when he said "at the end of the day, i know there are worse ways to stay alive" and when he said "i'm terrified that i might never have met me" and when he said "i forgot my medication, fell into a manic high. spent my savings at a lulu, now i'm suffering in style. why is pain so damn impatient? ain't like it's got a place to be. keeps rushing me" and when he said "if all my life was wasted, i don't mind, i'll watch it go. yeah, it's better to die numb than feel it all" and when he said "i drink till i drown and i smoke till i'm burning" and when he said "collect every dream in these old empty pockets, in hope that i'll need them someday"

and when he said "it's an ode to the hole that i found myself stuck in, a song for the grave that i dug" and when he said "i only tell the truth when i'm sure that i'm lying" and when he said "i would leave if only i could find a reason. i'm mean because i grew up in new england. i got dreams but i can't make myself believe them. spend the rest of my life with what could have been, and i will die in the house that i grew up in. i'm homesick" and when he said "it only falls into place when you're falling to pieces" and when he said "the whole place is quiet. you miss something that you can't place but you can't deny it. don't know whether you want a place in the coast or the country. you can't stay here, it's hard to face and it feels too ugly. you light a fire inside, let it burn" and when he said "with a past box of photos i rip myself open" and when he said "feel the rush of my blood, i'm seventeen again. i am not scared of death, i've got dreams again" and when he said "a minute from home, but i feel so far from it. the death of my dog, the stretch of my skin. it's all washing over me, i'm angry again. the things that i lost here, the people i knew, they got me surrounded for a mile or two" and when he said "my medicine is drowning your perspective out, so i ain't taking any fault" and when he said "i ain't proud of all the punches that i've thrown in the name of someone i no longer know. for the shame of being young, drunk and alone"

and when he said "'son, are you a danger to yourself?' well, fuck that, sir, just let me call. i'll give you my blood alcohol, i'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell. i'll change my faith, i'll kiss the badge. just wait, i swear she'll call me back. 'son, why do you do this to yourself?'" and when he said "i'll turn up the music and i'll forget until it ends that i'm not ready to let go yet" and when he said "i'm in my car and i see the yard, the patch of grass where we buried the dog. and the world makes sense behind a chain-link fence. if i could leave, i would've already left" and when he said "i thought i had something, and that's the same as having something. i get mad at nothing, blame my dad for something. i pull no punches, then feel bad for months. thought i was raised better. tried to fake better, tried to blame weather and escape better. hope the skin heals where the pain enters" and when he said "i saw the end, it looks just like the middle. got a paper and pen and a page with no space. i filled the hole in my head with prescription medication, then forgot how to cry. who am i to complain? and now the pain's different. it still exists, it just escapes different and evades vision. makes the rain different, makes the news boring and my rage distant. yes, i'm young and living dreams, in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen. but i can finally eat and i can fall asleep. it's fine, fine, fine" and when he said "medicate, meditate, swear your soul to jesus. throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason" and when he said "we spent so long just getting by. that's the thing about survival. who the hell, who the hell likes living just to die?"

#noah kahan #you think this is long? #listen. i made one of these with ALL my favorite lyrics and it was at least three times as long as this #and i was like i absolutely cannot post that because skdfdfsk wow #so i picked just a few that speak to me in a very specific way and to establish a ✨ theme ✨ #text #long post

[goguenard]

William Solaire HEADCANONS (very random)

(I will probably post a part II with more romantic/spicy headcanons but for now there you go)

-Huge dirty dancing fan, knows all the song and probably the whole movie by heart. Alexis showed him once and now they watch it every year at the clan (yes they have movie nights)

-He used to keep track of fashion trends and dressed appropriately but ended up sticking with a Victorian style and only dressing up according to the trends if required

-He always loved sketching and designing objects/jewellery and he still does it to this day (all in traditional with parchment paper and charcoal pens) he often finds local artists and commissions them to make his designs as gifts for the clan

-Very confused by technology and only knows the bare minimum, he would like to learn more but he genuinely struggles so he mostly asks Sam and Lovely

-He bonds a lot with Lovely, they have a book club together (Angel, Cam and some clan members are appart of it), Lovely explains gen Z stuff and William tells them stories

-William is a big tea enjoyer and keeps everyone’s favorite tea or coffee beans (also knows how to make homemade coffee) in his office when they come by to talk

-He drew portraits of every meaningful person he met and does more rendered ones (sometimes paintings) of everyone in the clan, he does little sessions where he invites them over to his residence one afternoon to pose however they want to

-On that note, when it comes to Quinn’s or Adam’s portraits he asked Darlin and Lovely what they wanted to do with them and they ended up burning them as a way to heal (he proposed that idea and picked a very nice location where they ate s’mores afterwards)

-He is from a seaside city in the south of France called Collioure, this city is known for its artists and was actually the place where the fauvism movement (an art movement) was born which is one of his favourite art movements with realism (him being from there also means that he has a southern accent, a french one but still a southern accent)

-He doesn’t eat much human food but likes to bake french treats like Bottreaux which is a simple diamond shaped fritter toper with sugar (also known as the fritter from princess and the frog) its very easy to make so he makes a bunch for the clan and often goes to New Orléans to eat them, he also has a cutesy « kiss the cook » apron that Vincent bought him to mock him years ago (he loved it and thought it was a progression in their relationship)

-Let’s be real, this man doesn’t care for pronouns. I think he identifies as a man but genuinely do not care how people refer to him, ESPECIALLY since he knows that using multiple pronouns help queer clan members feel more comfortable with their own identity

-This man is also probably pan or bi (i do think he might have a slight preference for men), and although he had PLENTY OF TIME to do so I don’t think he hooked up with a lot of people, only when he was curious about something (im not saying this man never got intimidate with anyone im saying that he wouldn’t ask for it and probably tested stuff because he wanted to)

-Demi sexual king that is also a strong believer in soulmates, reason why I think he never was in a relationship, he waited for his soulmate (scenario where he believes in romantic soulmates)

-Actually loves the sun especially the clear blue sky of southern france, he misses it a lot and paints a lot of sky because of it when he feels sad

-Contrary to Sam he actually prefers to eat from people, because he sees it as an interaction with someone rather than just a meal or an energy boost. So he has a bunch of different people (all consensual ofc) he regularly feeds on.

-Can handle social situations just fine, he is very charismatic and well spoken BUT it does tires him a lot (as to why Vincent handles most of it) so sometimes when he comes home from a very social day /week he doesn’t control his abilities as well and has broken door handles, curtains, sinks ect…

(The town in question aka Collioure)

(And the Bottereaux <33 fucking love those fritters)

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted solaire clan #redacted vincent #redacted headcanons #redacted william #william solaire #vincent solaire #redacted lovely #redacted alexis #im so gay for him #the french inside me is going wild

[streaminn]

I was going to write this in Wednesday's POV, but she got to have 'Her scars are pink, Her eyes are blue' so Enid gets this one :)

(Also, I love you noticing that the pink in her hair and scars would leave and her eyes would remain. 'Her scars are pink' was just meant to be something representing Enid's colorful personality and brightness, but I don't think 'Her hair and scars and bedspread and dresses are pink, Her eyes are blue' would've hit the same. But I know what you meant. Maybe I could've fit it in as a one liner, like the "The scars would be pink, Her eyes would still be blue." I dunno.

Who knows, maybe someone could make it work.

Also, I adore reading your thoughts and reactions to my writing. It's nice to scream words of love and caring relationships into the void and have it scream praise back.)

Enid's never liked black.

That's dramatic, but when isn't she? She doesn't mind black, it can complement another color greatly! But it's so. Dull. Dead. Devoid of fun and pep and springiness.

She doesn't have a favorite color. They're all too pretty and expressive to pick just one.

Green is healing and quiet and gentleness. It's the quiet of the forest after a big storm, before the water has evaporated and restarted the water cycle. It's wet blades of grass and cold leaves.

Teal, viridian, forest.

Red is bright and loud and confident. It's here and makes it everyone else's problem and never for a minute thinks it should change itself for someone else.

Pink, maroon, crimson.

Blue is sweet and shy and humble and mysterious. Aware of it's faults and accepting of them but not yielding to them, not bowing nor wallowing in them. Forgiving and listening.

Aqua, cobalt, cerulean.

Yellow is snappy, sharp and quick and bouncy. Unforgiving in itself and yet so giving. Yellow is burning sun and relaxing dawn.

Aureolin, gold, canary.

Every color has a value. A meaning, a reason.

Except black.

Black is... sad. Dark, rainy clouds and thundering skies and decay and death and nightmares. Where's the fun? The light, the pizazz, the razzle dazzle? It's unforgiving and loud and quiet and shy and sharp and quick.

Enid Sinclair dislikes black.

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Wednesday Addams is a weird roommate. That's not wrong nor mean.

She's weird as shit.

She's dark and a nightmare to be around. Quick-witted and sharp-tongued and dressed in too much black.

She's morbid, too. Obsessed with death and decay and rot and hate and sorrow.

Enid doesn't get it. Why would someone want to be sad? Angry? Mad?

It's so weird. She acts like a little pink would kill her. Like a lil' splash of gold on the cuffs of her blazer out cause her some great sickness!

At least she has some white on, other Enid fears she be better at stealth and scaring the fuck out of people.

Her freckles are dark against the pale of her nose and cheeks.

(Enid's counted them when Wednesday fell asleep at her desk once.)

(93.)

Her eyes are dark.

(So, so dark. Enid's looked so far in her eyes she knows they're gorgeously dark brown, not true black. There's flakes of gold in them. Enid wants to put gold on her cuffs and gold eyeshadow on Wednesday and watch it bring out the perfectly dark brown of her eyes.)

Her hair is dark.

(Enid wants to braid and style and touch it.)

Enid Sinclair is confused by black.

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They made it to 2nd year, against whatever gods try to off them.

Enid killed Tyler.

She finds it brings her some morbid comfort. She's safe. Thing is safe. Her friends are safe.

Wednesday is safe.

Enid no longer knows how to feel about black.

Black was what she felt when she wolfed out. Decay and death and nightmares.

Unforgiving and loud and quiet and shy and sharp and quick.

Black was darkness of the crypt and the forest.

Black was what she saw when her eyes were to sensitive to look and use after wolfing out because apparently turning means kicking those senses into high gear for a bit and mom never told her because she was so confident that Enid would never wolf out and fuck why can't she just be supported by her for once-

Black is almost Wednesday's eyes and was her clothing and hair and freckles and hair and scent (dark black coffee, dark black fresh ink, dark black belladonna berries) and Wednesday's dark black personality and-

Black is a safe color.

Safe.

She didn't think she'd feel so safe around the color of death.

Enid learns Wednesday does have color in her wardrobe, she just hides it.

There's the green in the expensive gems in her earrings.

Healing and quiet and gentle.

Viridian.

She owns this really nice red jacket. It makes her exude this warmth that Enid wants to burrow into. It makes her seem more... refined. Classy. Confident.

Maroon.

She has a dagger with a beautiful blue crystal in. Enid asked what it was- Wednesday gave her an ominous "wouldn't you like to know?" Sweet and mysterious. She doesn't wallow in her faults and doesn't yield to them. When Enid breaks down in their dorm, speaks of the way her mother treats her and how she wishes she could be better for some approval for once- Wednesday listens. She listens and forgives her when she snaps. She listens and she forgives.

Aqua.

Wednesday is snappy and sharp and quick. She doesn't apologize for her existence and when Enid quietly requests affection too close and intimate for two normal friends, she gives it.

Gold.

There's black around them all, though. And that's confusing.

Her gems are surrounded by a black metal casing, hidden in dark hair.

The inside of her maroon jacket is solid black. Well worn.

The dagger has the most exquisite obsidian black handle, the sheath it sits in is black.

Enid was incorrect and correct all at once.

Wednesday's eyes are a perfect almost-black brown.

When the lights shift and hit just right, they're all black charcoal. Waiting for a spark.

The gold in her eyes are hidden and obfuscated by black.

Sometimes by an almost-black brown.

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"Willa?"

"Yes?"

"What's your favorite color?"

"Pink and blue. What's yours?"

She stare at black hair in dark lighting, black clothing hidden in black sheets and throw blankets and quilts.

Black-brown eyes with little sprinkles of gold and love and warmth.

"Black."

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It's silly to not have a favorite color. There's something good in them all.

There's bad in all of them.

Pick what you like most. Simple.

Enid Sinclair has a favorite color.

Enid Sinclair loves black.

-Writer Anon.

God, just JAJWUAKFUAIDKDND

I don't have a reaction image bc I don't download them but sometimes having an image helps alot so have this

IT'S SO GOOD FUCKKK

WE LOVE ENID ACCEPTING HER LOVE FOR BLACK.

Black used to be empty, of nothing except a placeholder for darkness and the bugs that hide in it. It's the creak of a rusty door in deep basement, the howl of the wind in a damp forest.

Now it's filled with the memory of a person. Black is the color that filled Enid's vision that night she wolf's out. Black is the clothes her love wears as she hugs the person most deer to her. Black is the blanket thrown over them as the moon lights the sky.

BLACK IS FUCKING AMAZING AND IDK HOW TO END IT SO JUST HAVE THAT

Imma die, this is so cute

I'm happy for them

And happy for Enid too, bc im writing her time in jail and it didn't go good at all 💀 so like, warning for Enid going insane ig

#streamer enid au #wenclair #Writing #Writer anon #HOYLSHTITITT

[viacursecasting]

Sonadow Scenario #63

The Heartbeat.

B-dmp, b-dmp, b-dmp...

Its steady rhythm eased Shadow's troubled mind like a familiar embrace.

He wanted to see what was carrying him bridal style, but a radiant light blinded him even through shut eyelids. He tried to move, only to have a sharp wave of pain course through his body.

"Easy, easy," the heartbeat cooed. "I'm here."

The sound was so ethereal that angels must have been jealous. Shadow leaned into the source, burying his face in something warm and soft.

The heartbeat fluttered, a sure sign of life. It made him feel alive as well, so he relished the melody, its gentle bass. It was his painkiller...

And he was addicted.

"Who—" Shadow winced. It hurt to even speak.

"Don't worry, I'm taking you home," the heartbeat reassured him.

But the way strong arms lifted him, the way the effulgent light bathed him, the way the heartbeat sang to him...

He was already home.

There was a pause before it spoke up again. "You had me worried back there, y'know."

Worried? Shadow thought. Who would worry about a weapon of destruction such as himself?

"I didn't know if..." Another pause. "Well, it doesn't matter. You're safe now."

The lifeform wanted to apologize, but it came out as a ragged breath.

"Hey, hey, relax," the heartbeat insisted. "We're almost there."

Shadow felt himself being tucked into bed, the sweet scent of lavender filling his nostrils.

"Just lie still," the heartbeat instructed. "I'll heal your wounds..."

The ray of light leaned in. Its warmth was magnetizing, invigorating as the sun.

Shadow—a restless sleeping beauty—suddenly reached out to pull the source close. He gave in to the urge to press his lips against it, swallowing its gasp.

He clutched the racing heartbeat against his own, rhythms evenly matched. He brushed his fingers through upright quills, which radiated a comforting heat. Sighing in satisfaction, he could slowly feel his aches and pains fading like dust in the wind.

He craved more. He wanted to claim the light—to consume it. Possessively, he deepened the kiss. He gripped a little tighter, moaned a little louder, making the heartbeat thump into overdrive.

Sonic couldn't even hear his own thoughts, blood pumping madly. He tried to reciprocate as best as he could, but honestly he was just enjoying being devoured, letting hungry tan lips take charge, letting his rival's tongue lead the waltz.

Sonic held on as long as he could, hating that he needed to pull away to catch his breath. He was convinced he might burn himself if he touched his own cheeks. Still reeling from the onslaught of passion, he uttered, "Sh-Shadow...!"

"Apologies," the lifeform murmured, eyes still closed to shield himself from the hero's golden aura. "You're just... so alluring..." With that, he fell unconscious, his body overwhelmed by the healing process.

But with how fast Sonic's heart raced, he, too, might need medical attention...

#sonadow scenarios #sonadow #sth

[fionajames]

Heyy! Can I request a little something on how you think Echo’s time on Skako Minor went down? It can be head canons or whatever you feel like writing ❤️it’s just that I NEED to find out how he got the way he is because like, wouldn’t he have burns or scars if he was really blown up? And how can the explosion take off both legs at around the waist, one arm, and not kill him? I’m not familiar with that kind of stuff, and I’m curious to see what you think.

Thanks! -Sha

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BOO

HI

THIS IS DRABBLE AND HEADCANON STYLE IG

REQUESTS PLEASE

ENJOY

IDK

I AM NOT A NURSE/DOCTOR. IM 15. IVE NEVER TAKEN A DOCTORING OR MEDIC COURSE OR ANYTHING. I AM JUST GIVING MY OPINION, THIS IS FANFICTION (kinda) SO YEAH.

Echo wasn’t sure why exactly he did it, but a part of him took over, and suddenly he was running to the ship, his shield up in an attempt to shelter himself. He felt the heat first, the ringing sound of the explosion taking over his hearing. Time froze as his eyes turned to Fives, who he could tell was horrified, even through the visor. Echo hadn’t thought death would be like this, painful and dark. As soon as time had resumed, he’d been engulfed in an explosion of fire.

The battle droids at the battle had returned afterwards to find the Clone covered in rubble, clutching his shield to his body and covering his face, his helmet gone.  That shield and his armour had protected him from death, but he was now bleeding out. Upon order from higher ranking, the droids took the Clone to Medbay, where he was nursed back from his deathly state.

The strange position he’d attempted to shelter himself in and the way his body had turned left him with deadly burned legs and an arm. So the medic droids removed all three limbs and replaced them with robotic legs and a scomp link, I think you called it? I don’t remember.

Echo was in such bad condition from the explosion that he acquired some amnesia, and therefore didn’t think that the droids were enemies when he woke up.

The Techno Union did not treat Echo well, not in the slightest, but he didn’t really remember much and was disoriented, so thought nothing of it.

The medics basically tossed him in a bacta tank a few months after his limbs had healed enough to be able to remove the robotic stuff. He stayed there for hours on end for weeks, which did a lot of his healing and since the scars were still fresh, they healed. 

After that, he went through a lot of torturous machine trying stuff. As in, them plugging him into machines to try and communicate with his subconscious brain or whatever. Pretty messed up but yeah.

Eventually, they found something that worked, and Echo was stuck in the machine from then on until Rex rescued him. That’s why he so pale. He’s pale not just cause of the explosion but because of the, like, 0 vitamin D (the Techno Union were probably pumping that, other vitamins and food or whatever into his body somehow but like, no sun, boi pale. Boi vampire pale).

After coming out of the machine, and over time, Echo’s memory worked. It was back to it’s full condition before they put him in the machine, so when he gets yoinked out, he’s all good.

He’s defo traumatised from everything, but still rather cheery - the Bad Batch Echo we all know and love. 

It takes him a little to get used to his robotic limbs but he gets to before they toss him in the machine. But when he gets out, he’s not able to manoeuvre himself normally at first. It would be hard for someone with all their natural limbs intact to do so, but with robotic limbs, it’s even harder.

Had a breakdown when he asked Rex “Where’s Fives?” and found out.

Like, didn’t leave his room for weeks.

I feel like if Fives was still alive, he would’ve gone back to the 501st but kept in contact with the Bad Batch. I feel like cause Fives wasn’t there, he couldn’t bare to go back there.

Never talks to Fox again. 

Fairly.

I love Fox but like, Echo does not after that.

Has the most horrible night terrors, mostly of his time at Skako Minor, the explosion and then just his imagination creating visions of what Fives’ death might have looked like.

Echo’s very glad he joined the Bad Batch, but always misses the 501st. He will constantly do shit that is so 501st-coded, none of TBB members understand. Like, he’ll make inside jokes and laugh until he remembers and then freeze and sometimes cry. 

Honestly, same boi.

Unrelated headcanon, but I fully believe he got the number five tattooed on the back of his left hand, so he always carries a bit of Fives with him. It’s covered so much that it takes months for TBB to find out.

When he remembers the droids are the enemy, he’s disgusted about how buddy-buddy he treated them. 

So basically, his odd position he was in left his limbs burnt, not ripped off. They however had to be removed because of the burns, and then he was thrown in a bacta tank for ages. 

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[gritsandbrits]

If you were to rewrite Tangled, how would you personally tackle it? Also, for the character designs, I would use the ones in the concept art cuz they look a lot better than the final one.

First I'd change the setting to Spain or another Mediterranean nation because we do not have a current Princess for that region. I'd also cast someone who can actually sing.

Rapunzel wears green because i think she looks better in that color, or just give her a different style dress. She also has less of an ariel personality and more feisty and eccentric.

Gothel (who has a different design) was an alchemist who worked for the royal family, but she was also power hungry and vain. After the king denied a potentially dangerous project Gothel sought revenge by kidnapping his newborn baby.

Two decades later, Gothel has raised Rapunzel as her own. Rapunzel is more feisty and distrusting than in canon. Gothel also never taught Rapunzel essential skills like reading and writing, but she can draw and painting.

Flynn looks more like his bastion concept, is closer to Rapunzel in age, and is actively trying to leave the life of a robber behind. He knows about Corona's lost princess but doesn't think she can be found. When his band is escorting a powerful Moonstone to a mysterious buyer, he takes the stone and runs.

He turns up at the tower while gothel is away. Thinking it to be abandoned he climbs inside but is knocked out by Rapunzel. When he comes to he pleas with her to let him go and that he doesn't mean to cause harm. He sees her struggle to read and offers to teach her. For days he comes during the tower teaching her in exchange for food and necessities.

One day Rapunzel voices her desire to leave, Flynn says he ca take her to corona where she can be safe. They flee the tower.

During their travels Rapunzel uses her healing, first in the aftermath of the bar fight when she helps an injured customer, and other peasants. News of this mysterious healing lady reaches the ears of the king and queen.

However gothel also finds out and somewhere down the line she tricks flynn and stabs him and grabs his moonstone (revealing herself to the mysterious buyer), Rapunzel heals him and allows Gothel to take her away. Back at the tower Rapunzel in the cellar when she see mysterious symbols that look like the bones she saw in corona. With a renewed sense of agency she finds a way to escape and makes her way back to corona just as Gothel launches her revenge.

I'd rewrite the ending to have a proper final battle, with everyone she and Flynn helped during the movie participating. Rapunzel yells Gothel she is more than just her hair before using her inner light to burn her.

Another concept is Flynn has the moonstone and is able to construct crystals, the colors change depending on mood. So it gives him more sun/moon dynamic and makes him unique as a disney prince who actively uses magic.

Or simply rewrite the ending only this time, Rapunzel cuts her own hair off as a symbol of reclaiming personal agency.

#tangled rewrite #gb asks