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h4arts · 1 year

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sandy hair, tsireya -synopsis: your best friend meets you at your spot the same way she does every night. the only difference is that this time, you leave being more than friends. -warnings: light mentions of jealous reader, fluff, smiley reya

it had been a few weeks since the family of forest na'vi had arrived with the metkayina clan and stolen your best friend away from you. tsireya was such a sweet girl, always helping when asked, and unfortunately for you, had no capacity within herself to be selfish, even just for a day to give herself a break and spend time with you like she normally did before they sully's arrival.

you attended to all your daily responsibilities as normal, but now it was all dull without the laughs shared with your best friend. well, best friend that you had a massive crush on, but you were still trying to figure out the best approach. you had no doubt that your feelings were reciprocated, you saw the way tsireya looked at you compared to all your other friends. but what had scared you as of late was that she might move on to one of the sully boys who couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her. it annoyed you to no end, but you couldn't blame him, she was beautiful, with a personality to match. not to mention that she was not tied to you in any way besides being your closest friend.

it had been nearing eclipse as you wandered the beach, taking the all-too familiar route to a hidden waterfall that you and tsireya had claimed as your spot. the two of you had met there every night for years, in fact, you couldn't remember a time either of you had skipped those sacred meetings.

you must have appeared a bit later, or tsireya was early because as you heard the cascading water hit the rocks below, you could see the outline of tsireya's form from the dimming light in the sky.

"you are here!" tsireya turns, a wide smile on her face to match yours as you took your place on a rock beside her.

"of course. i always am." tsireya leans her head on your knee, as the rock you were on provided more height that hers. "what's on your mind, reya?"

"i feel as though i have not seen you." the girl sighs, leaning into your touch as you run a hand through her hair. "i miss you."

"i bet i miss you more." you smile, looking down into tsireya's wide gaze. the reflection of the stars brightly shining in her eyes makes you pause for a moment.

"i do not think that is possible."

"oh really?" somehow, tsireya's smile grows wider at the mischievous glint in your eyes. she no longer leans on your leg as she sits up on the rock beneath her, prepared to take off running. you stay still for a moment, watching her movements until she runs away, leaving you to chase after her.

your laughter echoes through the formation of rocks separating the two of you from your village as your feet carry you across the sand of the beach. you could easily catch up to tsireya if you wanted, but you instead settle for following her, just for now. as desperately as you longed to live in this moment forever, you knew it would not last, so you enjoyed the chase.

tsireya's steps slow eventually, still laughing to the point of her stomach muscles tensing uncomfortably as you tackle her to the sand. however, as you do not move from you place hovering over her, tsireya's laughter dies down, and she becomes nervous at the proximity. you notice as she traces a line with her eyes from the inner corners of your eyes, down the center of your nose to the arch of your lips, and you wonder if now would be a good time to finally tell her how deeply you cared for her, how you hated the time spent away from her that you've lately suffered through.

your choice is made for you though, when tsireya's soft hands gently nudge at your shoulders, signaling for you to move off of her. rolling to the side, you help tsireya sit up from the sand, a small grin forming at the corners of your mouth at the many grains of sand stuck in her long hair. "what?" she frowns, tucking her legs beneath her as she looks at you.

"you have sand all over your hair, syulang." tsireya quickly looks away from you, unsure if it was because of the gentle look you gave her, embarrassment of the mess in her hair, or the fluttery feeling taking over her stomach at the nickname you had called her.

it was not new, you had called her that before, but only rarely. tsireya hadn't heard you call her that since she realized her feelings towards you, and hearing it with a new light made her smile so widely that her cheeks began aching. she did not look back at you, but did not move or protest as you began combing your fingers through her hair, brushing the sand out of her curls.

even after all the sand had been brushed away, you couldn't help but admire the way the starlight seemed to make her glow, white spots dancing across her skin so beautifully, you couldn't find it in yourself to look anywhere but at her. "you're so lovely, reya."

finally, the girl looks at you again, her eyes wide at the sudden words. "hmm?"

"you're always so kind, sometimes i don't understand how someone could be so pure hearted." you begin speaking, before you realize. but you continue, if this all went wrong, you could regret it later. sleep it off and apologize in the morning. "i never understood how you became friends with me, of all the others in the village. you are way too good to be my friend, too good for me." your voice lowers at the end of your sentence, nerves finally catching up to you with what you were about to say, but like always, tsireya is patient with you, not rushing the pause you took to gather your thoughts, though internally she was nearly as nervous as you. "that's why sometimes i wish i didn't like you the way i do, because i'll never be good enough for someone like you. you deserve way more than i could ever have to offer."

"stop." you look at tsireya with wide eyes, fearful you had said something wrong, that she would be upset that you liked her as more than what you were. "you should not speak so lowly of yourself. if i had thought even for a moment that you were not enough for me, we would not be here. if you were less than what i deserved, then why would i care so deeply for you, more than i would any other friend?" unknowingly, tears had begun welling in both your eyes as tsireya spoke her next words softly, to be kept just between the two of you, sacred and reserves only for your ears. "i see you."

"i see you, reya." across from you, tsireya's smile glowed brighter than all the stars in the sky, and in that moment, you swore you could never live a day without her, unsure of how you ever did before you met her. distracting you from your thoughts, tsireya presses a small kiss to your cheek, only a small distance from the corner of your mouth. "missed." you whisper, your grin returning at the small action. your hands find tsireya's as she this time gently kisses your lips, sighing happily as your fingers intertwine with her own. as her lips move with yours, you both feel a rushing feeling that everything that led to this moment was long awaited, and neither of you would trade this for anything. "take off the lessons tomorrow, yeah? stay with me." you ask, looking into the big blue eyes of the girl you had grown to love.

"just this once." as promised, tsireya snuck away with you the next morning, and many mornings after. tonowari and ronal had begun to question why their daughter left the sully children to their own time so early, but decided it was not worth questioning as any time they asked, the only received a wide, un-telling smile from the girl, and they knew the true reason would come out with time.

#tsireya x reader #tsireya #atwow x reader #tsireya x fem!reader

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rainfallnightmare · 6 months

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Chapter 7

Visions

Caretaker Y/n x Experiment Sun, Moon and Eclipse

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Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

Word counts: 1608

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August 3rd, 2087

CBR

Y/N’s POV:

Today was gonna be a pain in the ass day. Marcus was back from his month of suspension which was not good for me or my astral boys. But luckily for me is that Marcus and his crew were stripped from experimenting on the astral's as Simone was now the one taking over it with his small crew.

Marcus was not happy about it nor the fact that his right hand man Anna was no longer with us as well. Making my way to my office to do some paperwork. I looked to see Marcus watching me with dagger looking eyes.

Ignoring the fact that Marcus was giving the death glare. I walked into my office and went over to take a seat in my chair as I turned to my computer. As I was about to start doing my work, my door slammed open as a furious Marcus came into my office. "What do you want Marcus, should you be doing your new assignment" I sarcastically mentioned to Marcus since he was told that he and his team were gonna be doing tests on plants or something along that line. "You think you're so lucky because my men and I can't touch your stupid astral freaks. Well listen here you pathetic excuses of a person, I will have my ways to get what I want and you will not get in the way of it" Marcus growled as he got into my face and gripped the collar of my shirt.

"Get your hands off of me"

I gripped his wrist and glared at him roughly. I didn't like when this crazy guy kept grabbing me and threatening me. "Or what, your astral freaks can't protect now" Marcus grinned as he tightened his grip on me and I was getting tired of it real quickly. "I don't need them to protect me outside of their chambers" I said, gripping Marcus' wrist tight enough to loosen his hold on my shirt. As much as I wanted to break this annoying guy's hand so badly. I couldn’t because I needed him to be here so I could find Lunar and rescue him. “Let this be a warning Marcus, you already got suspended once for your action. I’ll make sure you will be suspended if not fired so I would watch what you say or do” I said annoyed before shoving his hand away from me as Marcus cussed me out and left my office. Sighing as I sat back down in my chair, I looked at my computer to see if I should work on the reports or head to the guys chambers to do my usual routes with them.

“Help me…”

“What the?!” Jumping in surprise, I heard a voice suddenly. I looked around to see if anyone was in the room with me but I saw no one around. “What was…help me..Please…” I heard the voice again as my head started to hurt badly causing me to clutch it. I groaned at the sudden pain as I heard the voice pleading for help again and again as sudden images started to appear in my vision. It happened all so far but I caught a glimpse of a few where Marcus was moving a shelf that looks like the supply room.

Again another few images came as I saw a lighter very of Moon was in an experiment tube. Soon everything stopped as I felt the pain lifted a little bit. “Lunar…was that you showing me these visions” I mutter to myself as I sigh when the pain fully leaves my head. Before I knew it, I heard a knock on my door as I looked to see Simone at the door. “Do you need something Simone?” It has been a little while since Simone came to me after the director assigned him and his crew to observe my astral boys.

“Well the crew and I would like for you to join us to go see the subjects since they are a lot more comfortable around you” Simone said as I looked at the time. I then got up and walked over to Simone and nodded my head. “I’ll have extra work to do later here so why not” I said as I followed Simone out of my office as I locked it and headed to my boys chambers with Simone and his crew.

“Why did you want me to join you and your crew?” I wondered since Normal Simone and his crew would just be fine without me being there. When we got to the front of the main chamber room door. Simone turned to me and handed me a clip board as I looked to see what was on it.

“We’re being requested to draw some blood from them and after the few times Marcus have tried through violence, I would rather you be there in case something happens and you need to calm them down” Simone explained as I looked at his crew to see how worried they were for being even assigned to this job. I sighed softly since I can feel that this will go badly because of Marcus causing all the unnecessary incidents before. “If need be then let me try drawing their blood if they don’t let you guys do it alright” Simone and his crew nodded their heads quicker than anything before we all headed inside.

Once we got inside and Simone went over and opened the guys chambers. I watched as Sun, Moon and Eclipse came out of their room. I saw their bodies tense at first cause they saw all the scientists but then relaxed when the three of them saw me in the group. “Comet, what is going on here?” Moon asked me while I moved away from the group and walked over to them. “Simone and his crew are being requested to draw some of your guys blood” I calmly spoke as all three of them got down to my level.

All of them started to growl or hiss at first but I quickly calmed them down. “Easy boys, Simone and his crew are not like Marcus and his goons. Look they don’t have anything that will harm you three” The three looked at Simone and his small crew. And I was wrong about them not having anything that would harm the boys, just syringes and a few small text tubes and that was it. Sunny held onto Moon as he was unsure if my words were true, Moon stared while keeping sunny close by and Eclipse glared at the group as he waited for any sign of threat from them. I couldn’t do much except hope for the guys to believe me as Sunny grabbed me by my waist.

“You sure about them sunstar, what if they're like Marcus and his crew” Sun spoke softly as he looked at me with confused yet unsure eyes.

“If they were like him and his crew, I’ll have to make sure to kick them out and take whatever punishment you three me for my mistakes okay” I lightly caressed sunny’s cheek as he purred softly at the light affection. I did the same with Moon and Eclipse as we all waited for their answer. When the three looked at each other then back to all of us, Eclipse then nodded his head as if it was his way to say that they are allowed.

“No funny moves or you all will be our next victims” Moon said with a warning as I sighed in relief along with Simone and the others as they carefully drew the astral boy's blood. Once Simone and the crew got what they needed, Simone thanked me before they all left. “Hopefully they don’t need to do that anymore” I said while I turned to the boys and saw them looking at me.

“You all did so good, I’m proud of you three” I smiled softly as I gestured to them to get to my level so I can reward them. Sunny, Moonie and Clipsy smiled as they lowered themself down and I gave them all a kiss. “You were here with us Comet, of course we wanted to be good for you” Eclipse said as he brought my hand in his and placed a kiss on it. Sunny and Moonie both placed a kiss on my cheeks cause me to chuckle softly at the three affection. “You guys are something” Chuckling softly, I suddenly stopped before I sighed softly which caused the three to look at me concerned.

“Is there something the matter sunstar?”

I shook my head. I wasn’t sure if it was the right time to tell them the truth. But seeing how the three were concerned about me. I took a seat in front of them as they got down to the floor where they were at my level. “Before Simone and his crew came to me, I heard a voice” This had the boys' attention as they looked at each other. “What kind of voice comet?” Moon asked and I looked at each of them carefully. “An innocent voice that was calling out for help..then I suddenly got vision after the voice appeared” I rubbed my head as I could recall the pain it gave me when I saw that vision. “Vision? A vision of what comet?”

I sat up straight as I looked at them seriously. This was gonna be either good or bad news for them but it had to be said.

“A vision of where Lunar could be..”

#dca au #aus #dca fandom #eclipse x reader #moondrop x reader #sundrop x reader #experiment's hearts #experiment eclipse #experiment moon #experiment sun #eh #eh eclipse #eh sun #eh moon #eh y/n #caretaker y/n #fnaf sb au

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on-my-way-to-the-woods · 12 days

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Bad Decisions Roadtrip

It went well for a trip planned the week/day before to a popular event.

After a very busy week and a Friday filled by surprise medical appointments, we got up incredibly early on Saturday to start packing for a trip to see the solar eclipse. Some friends of ours live not too far from the path of totality so we were able to go stay with them and avoid all the crowds at hotels/campgrounds/etc. We met them at a market and got to poke through the stalls. I got a little dog carving for my desk and F picked up a variety of teas. The rest of Saturday and Sunday was normal hanging out stuff: talking, walks, baking (redbud flower) cookies, etc.

I didn't actually pick generally where we were going until Sunday night, and didn't pick the exact location until Monday morning. I kept checking the cloud map, but most of the area was cloudy so it was very much a 'take your best guess and hope' sort of thing. We figured even if we couldn't see well, the weather changes would still be apparent and that's enough for us.

It worked though! Years of refining my 'find somewhere that won't be crowded' skills continue to pay off. Because of the potential for crowds, I wanted to make sure there was a bathroom available for F (lines are okay, I just didn't want her to have to walk forever in search of a more private tree), so I picked a side entrance to a park with a pit toilet and a gravel lot at the trailhead. The lot was about half full when we arrived, 1 RV and 5 other cars, but we had the trail to ourselves - most people were watching from the parking lot. We walked down the trail a ways and settled on the edge of a field. Not a single other person came by despite the fact that we were literally just off the trail.

I love watching eclipses, F loves the weather change that comes with a solar eclipse, and Nova just loves hanging out outside - there was something for everyone. I'm sure many people have described it better than I, but watching a solar eclipse just has a lovely eerie awe-inspiring feeling to it. Watching the color and quality of the light change around you, feeling the temperature drop and the winds pick up, seeing the moon suddenly become a pitch black circle surrounded by silvery beams - almost like a hole in the sky sucking the light in. Agh, it's just stunning.

Though F says her favorite part is just being out in the day without feeling the sun stab her in the eyes 😂 "Why can't the sun be like this all the time?"

Nova was confused by the weather changes. I kept cracking up because she kept glancing up at the sky and looking left and right as if to say "what's going on?" She loves cold weather though and is always energized by breezy days and she had a good time exploring the field while the humans did weird shit like stare at the sun with funny glasses on. I had not considered that people would set off fireworks during totality 😑, but she handled them like a champ. Her favorite part of the day was probably just a short bit after totality when we went off on a hike through the woods so F could enjoy the last of the dim light; we ran into a patch of morels and stayed a lot longer than we had meant to. By the time we got back to the parking lot there was only one other car and shortly later two women with a grocery bag (presumably also filled with morels) appeared out of the woods and drove off.

The traffic sure was something, but also everyone follows their GPS nowadays so we were able to avoid a lot of it by driving on roads between fields that ran parallel to the highways. We had to join the lines at certain points to get under the interstate/over rivers/etc. but for the most part it was honestly a very satisfying drive. Playing music, making quick decisions on whether a left or a right will lead you back to a road headed in the right direction the fastest, and watching the fields pass by

#hiking #mushroom hunting #foraging #eclipse #avoiding other writing I need to do by finally finishing this post... 😅

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bubbleonice · 6 months

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I'm sure you are VERY tired of answering questions about Bill Skarsgård, but I have a few specific questions. I know tarot readings show current energy and the projected future based on that energy so, it can be subject to change, right? On the Swedish govt website, it shows that he and Alida Morberg do not live together anymore--a big change. I find it hard to believe they aren't broken up or orchestrating one. so…

Are they broken up or rather, broken up but choosing not to announce the breakup publically while they figure out the logistics of separating?

Regardless of the above answer, does Alida have some type of blackmail that has made it hard for Bill to leave?

In Sweden, most seriously doubt the paternity of either child because of the timing. When they allegedly split, Alida magically revealed a pregnancy a few months later, so is either child biologically his? He looks to be in physical pain when he talks about them.

Astrologically, it shows a strong chance of a breakup with the eclipses this month or next for Bill and the possibility of meeting someone significant in spring or fall next year. His birth chart also shows a few indications of a foreign spouse as well as a younger spouse, based on the current energy do you think any of this bodes true?

Thank you so much!! I respect your work and love reading your posts.

Answer to your question number one:

2 of swords: Generally speaking, the Two of Swords represents a No. When this card appears in your tarot reading, it is a clear indication that additional information needs to be gathered before making a well-considered decision because at this time. Maybe this means there’s trouble in paradise but nothing is yet decided or finalized? The Two of Swords tarot card appears in a reading when an obstacle has presented itself in your life. This problem won’t be easy to overcome.In fact, it will take a great deal of effort on your part to eliminate. You might be feeling stuck or unsure of which way to turn.

Question number 2 concerning blackmail: I am however not sure in what sense you mean by blackmail. Is threatening to leave also seen as blackmail? Or alienate a parent from their children?

2 of pentacles: If you get the pulled card in the upright position, it indicates Yes as an answer. “life is a balancing act” and the Two of Pentacles is the proper embodiment of this statement. People who are juggling multiple responsibilities, priorities, or otherwise living their lives as ‘busy bees’ often see this card appear in readings. The Two of Pentacles is usually about money. Do you have debt that you are trying to pay down? Is your relationship draining you financially or in some other way? In a relationship and love Tarot reading, the card reminds you that the balancing act can also revolve around energy rather than money. Maybe you are having trouble putting enough effort into your relationship because of other responsibilities.

Third question. I am struggling a bit to understand this request. You say they split? Does it mean they did split at one time but got back together? And she got pregnant?

I am feeling a bit conflicted as to ask my cards about someone’s paternity issues as I think this is not something for anyone to speculate about than those who are in the family. So I am sorry to draw a line there. But I will see if they did split just before the pregnancy.

7 of wands: The answer of the Seven of Wands in a yes or no reading is yes.

Finally let’s see if we can detect any breakup in the near future. And if Bill will encounter someone else.

6 of swords: The Six of Swords in the upright position indicates that now is the time to leave your troubled or chaotic past behind and move toward a brand-new existence. Although it may be painful to leave these people in your past, you must do so to protect yourself and your inner peace. Walking away can be difficult, but sometimes it is the only logical choice. Are there people, places, or things that are toxic and must be left behind? Are you clinging to a past that is gone? The upright Six of Swords is a gentle hand, ready to guide you forward if you are ready.

He is definetely about to move away, leaving the past behind. Let’s see if the cards will reveal any timeframe for us.

The hierophant: Timing: The Hierophant predicts a hidden timing might take you by surprise. The timing is unknown. I guess we just have to lean back and wait for it to happen when we least expect it.

#celebrity tarot #intuitive readings #tarot reading #bill skarsgard

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cryptidofthekeys · 2 years

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Galactic Guardians - Chapter 1

This is gonna be stories for my own lad I created based off Sun/Moon/Eclipse, its basically a fusion of the boys fjkgdldfks I wanna say right now before the story begins, things are subject to change about this lad, I changed a few things with their appearance, I’ll explain more bout that at the end and I’ll link its description too

I guess I’m sticking with that as the title, I don’t have anything else but its technically kinda fitting considering Galaxy IS in fact a guardian, in more ways than one

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Blood and Death Mention

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You were packing up your things for tonight, you had been talking about it to your friends all week long and they wanted to come along with you, you had all been planning to finally explore The Mega Pizzaplex, after all, it had been MANY years since the place was burnt and shut down, Fazbear tried to open up again but they failed for once, Fazbear Entertainment had finally failed in re-opening another place, it was a complete shock to everyone considering how many times that place has shut down and reopened.

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But, even though most of the place was burnt and lost to the flames, there were still remains of the building left, perhaps even animatronics left behind! You and your friends wanted to have some fun and go exploring, see what you all could find in the wreckage, you didn’t expect to find too many things but you didn’t know, you packed up your flashlight, a camcorder, now sure you could just take your phone but you liked the aesthetic of the camcorders better, it’d make for a better video later on down the line.

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As you finished packing your things, you looked to your phone as it buzzed, it was your friends in the group chat asking if one another was ready for tonight, you saw the replies saying yes and joking around, or some hoping they all found something cool amongst the rubble, you texted back a quick yeah and that you hoped you could find an actual working animatronic there, your friends told you not to get your hopes up too much for that which was fair because the place had been closed for who knows how many years at this point, even if there was a functioning animatronic left behind, its battery probably long died out, probably got rusted as well but either way.

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You were excited to get out there and document the place, you had started talking about the rumors with your friends now… [ Do any of you actually believe those rumors? Like, about Fazbear’s? ] You saw most of them didn’t know really but they didn’t seem to be against entertaining that sorta idea, in fact that seemed to excite them all more, Fazbear Entertainment had always been one of the most infamously shady companies to exist, they had their deep dark secrets, more so than any other companies it seemed.

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Covering up most things, people going missing, mostly children it seemed… Weird rumors the place might even be haunted! Fazbear said that The Mega Pizzaplex was not haunted nor were any of the previous locations, that was just some folktale to try and scare off the customers and those stories and rumors were to be ignored, but you all had your suspicions, after all that company had gotten s o many lawsuits, lawsuit after lawsuit, you had texted back [ I wonder how those fuckers ever stayed in business lmao ] to which your friends all put back a lmao, most talking about fraud, embezzlement, etc.

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All of which sounds right up Fazbear’s alley if you were being honest, after a bit of goofing off and joking around, your friends said they were going to go and get ready that they’d see you tonight, you texted back the same and then that was that, you took a deep breath, there was excitement but also a hint of nervousness… You weren’t sure why you had a twinge of nervousness but you simply shrugged it off, you looked up to the time, you had a good hour to kill before actually going, you had all planned to go around eight o’clock.

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You decided to eat some food and then just messed around, playing some video games to pass the time along. Eventually, after getting a little too distracted playing some games, you looked down at your phone and checked the time, eyes widening “...SHIT! I’m going to be late!” You muttered some profanities as you quickly jumped up, grabbing your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and then placing your phone in your pocket, you quickly sprinted out the door, slamming it closed behind you, you practically ran all the way to where the building once resided.

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It took you a long while and by the time you got there you were already out of breath, you noticed your friends waiting by the large fence, once one of them spotted you they called out. “Hey (Y/N)! It’s about time! What took you so long?” You apologized quickly “Sorry! I got distracted…! But I’m here now, are we all ready?” You were still taking some deep breaths and your friends seemed to wait for you to catch your breath, then they all agreed, most of them had just taken their phones.

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You quickly pulled out the one you brought, one of your friends raising a brow “You brought a camcorder?” One of them asked to which you grinned and nodded “It’ll make a video look better! Kinda like one of those found footage tapes …Except I’m uh not planning on going missing of course” Your friend laughed at that and nodded “Yeah I don’t think any of us have plans of going missing” The others agreed with that, after grabbing your flashlight you then quickly switched on the camera and started recording, all your friends waving into the device and making silly faces or poses. After that you turned the camera toward yourself, a grin on your face

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“Let’s go see what we can find! Maybe some working animatronics” And then your friends chimed in “Or maybe some remains, oooh scary~!” Another one spoke up “Yeah, cause everybody knows the rumors and stories behind Fazfuck Entertainment, corporate scumbags” You and the others snickered at that, and then you were all off, one of your friends had brought some bolt cutters, they cut some of the fence up in order for all to get in.

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After all, from where you all were now, you could see no signs of any building, er… Well remains anyways, in fact this place looked more so like nothing with just a giant face surrounding the four corners, a large forest had grown here, overgrowth taking over where the Pizzaplex once stood, nature worked in interesting ways, even after a parking lot and buildings had been built, if you gave them a chance or enough time then the plants would spread and if you let them, they’d take over the area…

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You went first, recording around the area, not for any particular reason, it just looked pretty! You tilted your camera up to look at the huge trees that stood tall and proud over the area, your friends making little comments about how pretty this place looked, some saying it was creepy “Mm, a little bit of both to be honest… it’s pretty and creepy” You spoke up as you then continued looking around, for the most part there was nothing and then your friends suggested a split up, one of them making a face in response to that.

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“...Do you want us to die? That’s such a bad move, literally every horror movie proves that!” The other rolled their eyes, playfully pushing the other “Oh lighten up, this isn’t a horror movie…! You watch too many of those, besides, we’ll cover more ground, probably find this place faster too” You nodded “Sounds good to me” Everyone else agreed much to the horror movie junkie’s dismay, you all split up in different directions, you continued on ahead in the direction you had already been walking, pointing your camera back to your face.

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You began to just talk about the rumors to the camera, telling the stories of Fazbear Entertainment, just going on a full ramble about the place as the camera recorded, it’d give others any context if you ever uploaded this video who might not know anything about the company, overall, the walk was incredibly boring, you heard a few things rustling in the bushes that had startled you, prompting you to quickly turn your camera only to find some squirrels messing around, or the occasional Raccoon, or multiple more like, glowing eyes falling on your which you wouldn’t deny.

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It unnerved you to have their eyes on you but they never stayed too long, quickly heading back into the forest, you eventually sighed, laughing slightly “I’m way too jumpy, I swear…” …Oh well, it’d look funny on camera later, you walked around and found literally nothing, not even any scraps of the building or animatronics, you were growing frustrated, even venting your frustrations a bit to the camera.

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“I’m just gonna turn this thing off til we find something, don’t wanna waste battery” You told the camera before pointing it back toward you, giving a wave before finally switching it off, you then quickly switched the flashlight on so you could actually see, shining the light around, it was just more forest… Large trees looming over you, the place was very much overgrown, that much was obvious, vines and plants of all kind overtook this area long ago, nobody bothered to trim it down, there really was no point in it.

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Especially since Fazbear’s wouldn’t be re-opening or anything like that, or well not any time soon anyways, you had a funny feeling eventually they would try again but not for a long while, either way, you didn’t care, you just came out here for the adventure really, you didn’t care about getting dirt on Fazbear Entertainment, they had enough dirt on them anyways, you just thought it’d be cool to find any remains of the place, especially an animatronic, you wanted to see one up close and personal.

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After a long bit of walking, you saw one of your friends in the distance, waving you over, you quickly ran over to them “Something wrong?” They seemed excited, a large grin on their face “Found it, come on! I already got the others, I just came out here to find you!” You grinned now, excited “Sweet!” You quickly switched your camera on, pointing it over to your friend who grabbed at it, just holding it “Found it, you fuckers ready to see some fun shit finally? Instead of just forest and animals, well you better be!”

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Your friend exclaimed, releasing the camera, you laughed a little as they quickly sped off, you chasing behind them, the camera bouncing up and down much like one of those found footage type shows, running when the monster is after them, except this was just out of excitement, you didn’t expect to see any monsters at all, after all… It was just a place with a bunch of robots, nothing monstrous about robots! Eventually the both of you finally made it to the place in question, you gasped as you tilted your camera up, there were actually some rather large remains to the building, some bits looked like pillars even!

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“Woah… Holy shit…!” You muttered, making sure to zoom your camera in so it could see the biggest part of the building, it looked like a chunk of it had been removed even, like someone just took a whole chunk from the building and placed it here, it was so bizarre, completely out of place… One of your friends went closer to investigate what was behind it, because the outside of it was just pure black, you heard a gasp “Guys! Come look at this!” They shouted, which caught everyone’s attention, all of you quickly speeding over, your eyes widened slightly at what was behind this, you scanned over the structure with your camera.

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Zooming in and out on the occasion “What… What is it…?” You questioned, walking toward the thing, one of your friends calling out for you to be careful as you approached the large remains of the building, you needed to get a closer look, as you stepped closer, you noticed bits and pieces scattered around, some bar looking items, what looked like they used to be… Playmats…? And some plushies even remained, granted most of them had pieces charred off and stuffing blowing around, there was a thing that even looked to be a slide and that’s when it hit you

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“...I think this used to be the Daycare!” You called out as you continued to film the surrounding area, making sure you got everything, even shining your flashlight on it to get a better look “...It’s definitely seen better days though, holy shit… Most of it is charred to a crisp” All of your friends began approaching, looking around themselves, their phones out to record the area.

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“A Daycare? …Weird… …I don’t think I’d uh, entrust any kids to a place like this, not after all the shit I heard” One of your friends chimed in to which you chuckled at “No w a y, I’d never trust Fazbear’s with a child…! The place was way too dangerous” You spoke up to which your friend agreed at, they looked the place up and down and hummed “Ya know, the way it's positioned and the way it looks right now, it reminds me of one of those dollhouses, ya know, the ones you can open up that have like, different rows, it… Actually… Hang on, (Y/N), look at that” They ran up to the building even closer, you ran alongside them, looking confused

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“What is it?” Your friend quickly spoke up “...It… It looks like something jammed some flooring into the building, like… Almost like building a bookshelf sorta deal! It looks like they were being extra mindful not to break it entirely as they did so, after all, a burnt building isn’t the most stable… And over here! It looks like… Stairs…?” You were in complete awe as you walked over with your friend, scanning your camera over the shelf-like flooring along with the stairs.

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“...Wha…What coulda done this? Don’t you think it was just always like this?” Your friend shook their head “...I don’t think so, it wouldn’t make sense to design something like that, plus… Whatever was used for flooring and the stairs… It isn’t burnt! In fact it looks… Somewhat new, recent even” …You felt a shiver go up your spine, you felt nervous but excited, there was a pay off after all! You noticed there was a hole in the floors, purposefully made for the stairs to keep leading up until it was at the very top, you somewhat headed up the stairs before pausing and looking back to your friend “You coming with, orrr… Looking elsewhere?” They laughed “Nah, I’m good down here, you go have fun! …Unless of course you’re… S c a r e d to go by yourself~” They teased, to which you rolled your eyes at

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“Oh p l e a s e… I’m not scared of some charred up building, not even with this… New floors or stairs, there’s gotta be a reasonable explanation” Your friend raised a brow “Oh like what, some of the corporate scumbags came back here JUST to do THAT? Nah, maybe there’s something out there! Maybe an actual animatronic that you wanted!” It was your turn to raise a brow now “...The animatronic would literally have to be like, giant or some shit to do something like this!” Your friend then spoke up “Well actually, there were some really tall animatronics, there was a literal giant one, I think it was uh… Music Man or something like that? I don’t remember really, they advertised so much it was hard to keep up with” You nodded “Well, I’m going on ahead” Your friend wished you good luck and then you headed up the stairs finally.

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Slowly but surely as you climbed the stairs, as you got to the first upper level you noticed the hole the stairs protruded from, it seemed like it was burnt…? As in, burnt to create the hole in the first place, you filmed it and then spoke up to your camera “Woah… This place is so cool…” You walked over to what you assumed would have once been a play structure, it was charred completely but it looked like something had been trying to keep it from falling down over the years, you felt nervous…

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The burned in holes, the shelf-like flooring shoved into the building, all of that seemed… Fresh, too fresh, it seemed like something or someone was still taking care of the remains of this place, technically speaking you knew that none of you were really supposed to come in here in the first place, after all, the large fence surrounding the place had been put up for a reason, to keep trespassers out.

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You continued up the stairs, the third level contained a bunch of drawings, some of them intact only with burnt edges while others were burnt pretty badly that became unintelligible. You couldn’t see the drawings but then you pointed your camera to the one drawing that was somewhat intact “...Su…Sun…?” You began, looking over the picture of what looked to be a sun themed animatronic and then to the next “...Moon…” Of course the other was a moon themed animatronic and then finally you saw another one…

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It looked a bit scary, the grin unnerving as could be, you saw the name Ecl but it was then scribbled out and ‘Solar’ was put in its place, it wasn’t that hard to put two and two together “...S-Solar Eclipse…?” You gasped when you felt a rumbling sensation, it startled you and almost caused you to fall. You had been scared that perhaps the building was close to collapsing but soon enough, as quickly as it began, the rumbling ended.

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You sighed in relief, glancing one more time at the drawing “...Sun, Moon, and Eclipse… …Seems fitting enough” You mumbled, you wondered if they were still here, despite being a bit on edge now you felt a twinge of excitement in the possibility there were some animatronics still left over, you continued up the stairs and to the fourth and final bit of the remains of the daycare, there were more drawings, more plushies, but also what seemed to be like the security desk, or well the remains of it anyways, you saw monitors there, none of them worked of course because why would they

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They are god knows how old and have been without any sort of power since the place burnt down! You walked over, picking up a plush of Sun and inspecting it first, some of the rays were torn off, you saw charred marks where they once were, then you picked up a Moon plush, the cap had been burnt up a little ways and then it was missing an arm, and then finally you saw a plushie of Eclipse, you hadn’t seen too many of those lying around.

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The plush looked somewhat… Melted…? You squinted at it, coming closer, you didn’t dare pick it up as you shined your flashlight on it and that’s when you realized, this just happened recently… You could smell the melting fabric, it was… Well it was just straight up gross, you stumbled back, someone or something had melted this plush recently and that’s when you finally decided “...Alright, I got enough… Ti-” And that’s when you froze, you heard a high pitched screaming sound, you saw birds flying up into the sky, it was so much easier to see from this height, you could see a good distance, but the view was the last thing on your mind, that scream belonged to one of your friends, before you could even think about getting down, that loud rumbling came back, what WAS that…?!

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You listened closer to try and find out what it was and then you realized… Thump thump thump, fast paced, mechanical, h e a v y, large footsteps… It was footsteps, and whatever it was, it was running, FAST! You quickly stood up, you were about to run and get down but then a loud roar echoed throughout the forest, it sounded garbled, robotic, you felt your hair standing up, goosebumps forming up and down your arms. You could feel yourself growing more and more nervous by the second, you looked down, surveying over your panicked friends “RUN! GET OUT OF HERE NOW!”

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The one that emerged from the direction of that awful roar sounded off, running past them, they all looked confused before suddenly, some trees were pushed over to the sides, those once huge trees now shoved aside as if they weighed nothing which they probably didn’t compared to the beast you were seeing now… It had to be fifty foot tall, it was an amalgamation of animatronics, melded together, no… Almost melted together it seemed, three heads which you recognized from the drawings.

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Sun… Moon… And Eclipse… You didn’t even know how to process what you were seeing… The only bits you noticed at first were the two missing rays, their body sparking which caused them to garble out some noise, almost seemed like… Pain? You couldn’t believe what you were even seeing right now, this felt completely unreal, you saw was spotlight-like eyes beaming down on all your friends, the Moon’s were red with white pupils in the middle, Sun’s were blue, and then Eclipse’s were just dark orange voids, his pupils are red and you swore you saw little flakes of white in its eyes, the three heads melded together on some poles, it looked almost akin to Cerberus…

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The monster glared down at your friends, baring teeth, Moon’s being razor sharp while Eclipse’s were all needle-like and jagged, Sun had normal teeth but that still didn’t stop the piercing terror that froze you to the floor… You watched your friends scrambling to try and get away, they were all crying and sobbing as the lights fixated on them, the Moon one grabbed a few of your friends causing them to cry and scream out for help.

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Some of the others had gotten away, while the giant animatronic had managed to grab at least four of them, the Moon had two and then the Sun had two more, meanwhile the middle… Eclipse had grabbed no one, just looking toward Sun and Moon confused, first thing it noticed was Moon’s broken giggling, static overlapping along with some glitches in between and then it looked over to Sun who seemed angry at first, except it seemed like a scolding kind of anger, scolding them as if they were children that got caught doing something wrong… You watched this play out.

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Watching in horror as Moon lifted both your friends up by their shirt collars with the slightest of ease, he slowly opened his mouth, a tongue lolling out to the side which caused your friends to scream and cry even louder, this made Eclipse’s eyes seemingly widen as he made a garbled noise to Sun who looked over, confused before his eyes widened as well, he yelled out to the other, it was unintelligible due to the overlapping static and glitches that plagued their voice boxes, it was more than likely broken.

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Moon hissed, glaring over at the others momentarily, he noticed the disapproving looks in their eyes… He then looked back down to your friends who were still crying, begging to be let go, apologizing for… One reason or another, you swore you heard the Moon hum slightly almost as if it was contemplating before growls sounded from the others and then they huffed, setting the humans down and snarling loudly at them, as if they weren’t already planning to leave.

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Then Sun set the others down after wagging a finger at them, one of your friends glanced up to the remains of the daycare, you looked down at them, eyes locking, they looked scared not only for themselves but for you too it seemed, before they could even attempt to rescue you, the other grabbed their hand and took off, all your friends had left… You… You felt completely frozen but you needed to move, you HAD to move! To run! You had filmed none of this, only the noises were caught but that was good enough for you.

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You forced yourself to stand, body fighting against the fear you felt and then you booked it, flying down the stairs practically as fast as your body could physically manage, you had turned your flashlight off so you wouldn’t be spotted as easily and just looked where you were going via the camera, after jumping once down at the final steps you quickly ran away from the building, you heard something that sounded like a sigh, or a huff even, you heard what sounded like steam coming from behind you.

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…Now you knew you needed to get out of here and you were going to but… One quick shot of the creature wouldn’t hurt, plus it could be used as actual evidence in case you needed it, after all nobody would believe you all if you just said a giant animatronic was chasing you! Despite how much your head screamed at you to just keep going, it’d only take one second…! You spun around, slowly tilted your camera up to catch the other in its entirety, from its multiple legs, to its multi-torso, to its multi arms, and then finally the multiple heads…

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The giant creature seemingly looking up to the starry sky, almost longingly it seemed, you blinked in surprise as it reached up, reaching for the sky, the stars, maybe even the actual moon itself. After catching the animatronic on camera, you then turned back around to continue running, your foot stepped on a left over plushie, this caused you to not only fall but it also let out a squeak as well, you made sure not to bust your camcorder as you fell but that was the very least of your problems right now…

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Suddenly, an array of colors shone down on you, a somewhat colorful yet ominous spotlight, you felt completely exposed, tears pricking at your eyes because you knew they were looking at you, you could feel their eyes piercing through your body and soul, you turned around somewhat, locking eyes with the three of them and you noticed they looked taken aback by you… For a few moments the both of you stayed still, eyes locked on each other, the only movement by the animatronic was the occasional sparking that seemed to cause them to flinch but it seemed like it couldn’t be helped.

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The animatronic just stared down at you, no growling, hissing, or anger however… They seemed rather curious in fact… And then… It reached out its hands to you, well except for Eclipse, you screamed which caused them to jolt back and then you got up and booked it, you had no idea where you were going but only a few minutes later could you heard giant footsteps booming, seemingly following you, you didn’t dare look back this time, you didn’t dare sneak a glance behind you, in fear of what you might see, because it was close, every step it took just seemed to get closer and closer to you.

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You were full on crying at this point, your body was shaking, you felt like you were absolutely going to die this night, you didn’t blame your friends, in fact, none of them knew you had gone up there except for that one and before they could even try anything, their hand was grabbed, you saw the look they gave you… You cried out for help, as if anyone could hear you this deep into the forest, you screamed, cried, and begged.

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You realized you had no idea where you were going either but it didn’t matter, after all, the place was encased in fencing, if you could just get to the fence fast enough and climb over you’d be free, you’d be safe! …You hoped anyways, either way you continued running in the direction, your legs felt like they were on fire, they hurt from running so fast but you didn’t dare slow down, you noticed the footsteps weren’t as loud meaning you must’ve been gaining some distance or the animatronic had maybe lost interest.

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You were hoping anyways because all you could think of is that thing tearing you apart, treating you like a plaything, or eating you or SOMETHING! You didn’t know what it wanted to do, after all, that Moon animatronic… He looked like he was about to eat your friends then and there, you weren’t going to risk that, you continued running despite your body screaming at you to take a break, man… If you lived to see another day, the video from the camcorder would be disorienting as hell, you supposed at the very least it really was going to give it a found footage type vibe.

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…You just hoped you weren’t going to go missing like all those videos ended, the footsteps were still present, booming but they were in the distance, they weren’t too close to you, you continued running in hopes of getting to the fence and getting out of here but before you knew it, once more you had ended up flat on your stomach, a branch had caught your ankle, you yelled out in pain upon falling down, you could feel it, your ankle was twisted thanks to that branch, not only that but you felt thorns pricking at you.

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Some seemed to be embedding into your skin thanks to that fall, and then finally your camera had landed somewhat in front of you, it was just out of your reach, tears fell from your eyes, sobs racking your body, the pain coursing through you right now was excruciating, pain from not only running like you were but now the pain of a twisted ankle and then thorns buried into your skin, you could feel blood running down the wounds.

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And then you heard it, those god awful thunderous crashes of footsteps, they were coming right this way, you tried not to move too much thanks to the thorns but sobs made you shake, you remembered wanting to find a functioning animatronic but… Not like this, you didn’t want this night to end up like this! This was just supposed to be a fun little adventure, you and your friends being silly, having a good time, laughing and having fun! Not… Not this, you shouldn’t have stopped to film the creature either, you should’ve just kept running, it’d be better than this current predicament.

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You thought about your friends again as the footsteps continued getting closer and closer with each passing second, you looked toward the camera, stifling a sob long enough so you could speak “I-I’m… I’m sorry… Guys… I-If you ever find my camera… I wa… f-fuck…” You hissed in pain and you could feel yourself growing a bit woozy from blood loss “Want you to know… O-One thing… I-I love you all… T-Take care of yourselves” And then, the footsteps were as loud as they could be…

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You saw the lights beaming down directly onto you, you didn’t even bother looking up, you just squeezed your eyes shut and cried, this was it, you were going to die here… The last thing the camera caught before the battery drained was the sounds of your screams, you did at least try to beg for your life so it caught that too, you knew it was no use of course and then you were being picked up by said creature, the camera then went completely static, meaning only one thing… Your tape ends there. . . …Or does it?

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(Literally I don’t think anyone will get the reference im making at the end here …exclude the or does it part, I, myself, just threw that one in there for funsies and to also let others know this’ll be a chaptered series, but who knows I could be wrong, if anybody knows the reference I’ll be surprised tbh!

Either way I made some changes to Gala’s design, they are now 50ft instead of just 20ft bc I wanted a bigger lad and they are also more melted together than what I put in their description, the basic thing I can tell y’all for those who don’t know, one night I just said fuck it

I wanna design my own kinda fusion lad and thus Galaxy was born I’ll give a link to his desc but likewise, things are subject to change about him, even his desc in this somewhat apparently)

Here’s the l a d: https://cryptidofthekeys.tumblr.com/post/689533527605362688/galaxy

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf eclipse #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moondrop #fnaf solar eclipse #reader insert #tw blood #tw death mention #Galaxy #The Cryptid's Writings

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roo-bastmoon · 2 years

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i’m little doubtful about jikook lately bc no content would you be a doll and reassure me 🤒

Sure, Nonie!

Now, I can't reassure you that they are a couple because I don't have proof of that.

But even though it's been a really, really rough year (especially for Jimin), they've shown us they still care for each other.

Here's what I recall:

There were some sweet moments in the Seoul concert, like hugs and touching each other's necks with cold hands and Jungkook bowing his head so Jimin could straighten his bangs and Jungkook whispering (probably nothing) into Jimin's ear to make him laugh.

There was being together on the couples' holiday of White Day, at the restaurant with friends, where Jungkook wore Jimin's hat with Jimin's name on it.

EDITED TO ADD: Jimin got moons tattooed down his spine. Later, Jungkook got his tiger tattoo covered up and has what appears to be a sun/eclipse tattoo, which hints at their sun-and-moon-duo ship name.

Before the Grammy's, there was Jungkook running to Jimin's room after quarantine, where Jimin exclaimed "JUNGKOOK-AH!" and they embraced.

During the Grammy's, they reassured each other in their in-ears not to be nervous, and playfully touched their shoes together during Trevor's bit, and Jungkook and Jimin shared an inside joke in the Vlive afterward about the champagne tasting bitter (a line from a show they both watched).

At the hotel in Vegas, on Instagram, Jungkook straight up said to a fan: "Keep being jealous; I'll keep holding Jiminie."

EDITED TO ADD: When an Army asked Jungkook how to impress their crush, his response was exactly what happened in Jikook's TOKYO trip: hold hands, eat food, go to an amusement park.

There was the Vegas Concert, where Jungkook squeezed Jimin's ass and screamed "I LOVE YOU!" into his face and gave him finger-hearts and possessively grabbed his waist to spin him around and carried him out of the stadium like a bride. They went back to the hotel in the same car all four nights, and for at least two nights were reported going to a Korean BBQ place, at least once sitting off alone together, drinking and singing songs to each other.

There was the Vegas Vlive, when Jungkook and Jimin spoke softly to each other and shook hands while discussing their (somewhat ruined) joint-diet and exercise plans (because Jimin ate and had hurt his foot). Jungkook walked in the room and immediately and silently tapped Hobi right off the sofa so he could take his place to sit next to Jimin. Then he slapped Jimin's thigh as he settled in close. He gushed about how happy he was to soon have Jimin as his boxing partner. He remembered Jimin's grandmother's birth date.

They came back to Korea and Jimin waited so they could leave in the same car.

In late April, in response to a fan's question, there was Jungkook screaming on his Instagram about Jimin: "HE IS MINE!"

Then there was a drought from late April until almost June. All during Jimin's (neglected) OST and news of his insurance premiums going missing and doxxing and "apartment seizure" it was like Jimin was nowhere to be found and his members had forgotten his name. I got really worried about the complete silence. Around this time, there was a behind the scenes photo shoot that showed Jimin looking closed off and downright angry and upset...and he didn't look at JK hardly at all (but he did at one point reach to hug him, thinking that was the photo concept). So I got pretty worried for a while and wasn't sure how to read into things.

Then it was all business for the White House visit. But afterward, they went out to an arcade in DC with Hobi and HER and had fun drinking and playing games. I believe it was said they also went out to play golf with Hobi and Tae but I didn't see video of it.

There were the performances in June, not all of which were filmed, but K-Army in attendance said they changed up choreography in order to sing romantic lyrics at each other and stared lovingly at each other and typical Jikookery all throughout. (This was mentioned by multiple separate accounts online, so I don't classify it the same way I do rumors of Jikook celebrating Left & Right at a steakhouse together, or being affectionate at a private party, as so far has no evidence has come to light about those things.)

Festa Dinner Vlive was released in June but filmed months prior. Jungkook absolutely took the piss out of Jimin because he shared some of his solo work with Hobi and Yoongi. He also sort of bullied Jimin out of crying. Jimin suggested the team consult Jikook about the design of their group tattoo. He mentioned that a straight line would imply a connection.

Jungkook got his tattoos touched up and it looks like the JM on his hand was refreshed. To date, Jungkook is the only other member to share a 7 tattoo with a straight line in the center like Jimin's finger tattoo, and he got his 7 tattoo placed where Jimin's Youth is behind the ear. They both were later seen wearing the same bracelet styled by Jungkook's tattoo artist.

At Hobi's solo album party, they made each other laugh while getting their makeup done and then at one point Jungkook rested his hand on Jimin's hand as they shared a giggle, and another time he rested his hand on Jimin's back while they talked with a mutual acquaintance.

It doesn't really mean much of anything, but Jungkook played In The Seom a lot, and he added to his own group players with usernames like KookminAreDating and Jimin'sLittleFinger. He did this even though KookminAreDating was only on level 99 and all the other players he added were on level 300. The handle KookminAreDating also popped up a few times, like on a post about their (stylist-chosen) black/white unisex wedding rings. The handle got a lot of pressure so it changed to Jaksal, and Jaksal made a cute edit on twitter of the song Okinawa, which Jimin then recommended weeks later on WeVerse. Again, this isn't really Jikookery, so much as tangent-related stuff that could imply that they continue to monitor everything online, as JK said in one of his Vlives.

During the announcement about the Busan expo, they shared a little moment where they found each other's eyes and softly smiled while taking off their masks. (You'd think if Jikook were fanservice pushed by Hybe, then as the favored sons of Busan, they'd at least be placed beside each other for photo ops during that ceremony but nope, it was OT7 all the way.) Later it was shared in the news that Jimin's dad and Jungkook's dad had spoken about the expo opportunity with each other and with their sons.

So that's what I remember, off the top of my head. Please note that I had two major surgeries for uterine cancer this year (I'm in remission and doing well now, no worries!) and the anesthesia kind of scrambled my ability to make short-term memories, so if I got anything wrong or forgot something, I'm really sorry. I'm not trying to be shady. Blogs like Stormblessed have a really great chronological catalogue if you want specific dates and details.

But from what I can tell, in 2022 there were no real big, loud, over-the-top flirty moments (unless you count the Vegas Concert, which was after all a performance, and had skinship and silliness between lots of members). But there are quiet moments--gentle touches, soft tones, mentions of making plans together. And the members around them have treated Jikook no differently than they always had.

Older Armys tell me that in 2020, Jikookers were really freaking out due to lack of content and apparent distance. Then Memories came out and it was revealed Jikookery was happening aplenty. It's likely the same thing will happen now, with Memories 2021 allaying some of the fears Jikookers had last year. Maybe next year, Memories or a docu-series or other content will give us a better picture of Jikook this year.

As of right now, I can honestly say I've noticed a shift between Jikook. Or rather, I've noticed they are sharing less and less with us (which doesn't mean it's not there--but it also doesn't mean it IS there). I think it's normal (and even a sign of intelligence) for fans to doubt and to question what they are seeing. But I would recommend you just hang on. We haven't seen even half the picture yet. There could be more moments of exclusive intimacy that we don't know about right now. At the very least, they are still warm and caring toward each other. So let's keep an open mind and enjoy what we have as it comes.

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irrelevantwriter · 3 years

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House Call

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids, reader being scared and horny, Rio’s BDE (y'all know what's up)

Word Count: 4.2K

Summary: Part 1. Rio shows up unannounced to talk business. Among other things.

A/N: It’s here...it’s happening. It took me a whole 2.5 seconds to become obsessed with Rio once I started watching GG. Ya’ll know how I roll. Anyway, this is me just dipping my toe into the water. I didn't get too deep with a plot (spoiler alert: there isn't any). It’s essentially just reader-insert into the show’s current plot, but with some smut thrown in. For fun. I hope you guys like it. Feedback is that good shit. 💗

*Added a Part 2! Read it here.

*Give and Take series masterlist

*Masterlist in bio.

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“You okay?”

The sound of your friend’s concerned voice filled the line, pulling you back to the moment and the conversation you’d been engaged in before you’d burnt yourself in the spray of hot water.

“Yeah, just washing dishes.” You explained, cradling your cell between your shoulder and cheek as you maneuvered dirty dishes under the spout of water.

“So the meeting with the principal? How’d it go?” Rachel asked, getting you back on track.

You sighed, beginning to scrub at a stubborn coffee stain left behind on one of your favorite mugs.

“Fine. The kids are still having a hard time with the divorce so it’s…” You paused, unsure of how to describe the child-like brooding your son and daughter had taken to participating in since you’d separated from their father.

“Tense? Difficult? Weird?” Rachel listed off helpfully.

“All of the above.” You deadpanned, still scrubbing.

“You take the rest of the day off?”

“Yeah, I’ve gotta figure out what I’m going to do with these kids. Paul said he’d come over later to talk it over.”

“How incredibly thoughtful of him.” Rachel replied, sarcasm and disdain dripping from her words.

“Well, it’s a start. And as much as I’d like to tell him to fuck off, I can’t. He’s still their dad.” You explained for the hundredth time, feeling the stress of your situation with your ex starting to creep into your body. Your shoulders felt stiff and your head began to throb with a dull ache. It was a familiar reaction these days. One you loathed.

You opened your mouth to steer the conversation elsewhere when the doorbell rang, chiming throughout the empty expanse of your home.

“Paul?” Rachel asked, obviously hearing the alert of someone’s company over the phone.

“I guess. Look, I’ll call you later.” You said with another sigh, this one more tired than annoyed. You gave up on the stained mug and moved onto drying it, shutting the water off as you did.

“Okay. Good luck.”

“Thanks.” You ended the call, aware that you were short with her, but unable to feel sorry for it. You had plenty of other things to worry about, none of which involved your shitty ex or his new girlfriend.

You placed your cell on the counter and turned to make your way to the entryway, mug still clutched in your hand. The ceramic cup dropped to the floor and shattered into pieces when you saw who was already in your kitchen. You gasped, clutching your chest and yelping at the familiar man in black, the dark ink splattered across his throat the first thing you noticed. Your heart leapt, your body going rigid at the unexpected visit. Pop-ups like this were never a good sign.

“I let myself in.” Rio supplied, voice low and thick with authority and charm. He wore a smirk, lips upturned at your surprised reaction. He always seemed amused by you. That fact only served to unsettle you further.

“What’re you doing here?” You managed to say between shaky breaths, fear making your own voice quiver.

“Just checking in, mama. Can’t I do that?” He challenged with his arms spread wide, daring you to say otherwise.

You didn’t.

You went to move around the large kitchen island but the shards of broken mug prevented you from getting far on bare feet. Rio took notice and strode towards you, all clean lines and hooded eyes. He had a swagger about him that radiated. It sent a clear message about the kind of man he was. Confident. Skilled. Smart. There was an ease in his movements, but a beast lay in wait inside, ready to strike when the need arose.

His piercing gaze took in your dress, uncaring of being discreet or polite. He appraised you from the tips of your painted toes to the top of your head. It was as unnerving as it was thrilling. He crowded your space. He always did. While the scent of him filled your nostrils. Something spicy, but pleasing. It sat in your nose, and you knew from previous experience that you’d smell it for hours after.

You swallowed, wanting to avoid his close proximity. You hastily bent down to gather what you could of the jagged pieces, moving around his sneaker-clad feet that stood before you. You tried to ignore his presence, tried to appear calm and composed. It was an uphill battle. The man always knew how to throw you off. He knew how to keep people on their toes. It was yet another facet of him that you both coveted and despised.

You hissed, feeling the edge of one of the shards dig into the tip of your finger. You stood and sucked the tip into your mouth, trying to clear the area of the blood that had started to surface. His eyes were on you, watching you with interest and a certain level of lust that you didn’t allow yourself to explore. You stiffened when he reached for your wrist and pulled your finger away from your lips. He inspected the cut, his flesh warm and soft against yours. It was a side of him that eclipsed the man you’d come to know over the last several months.

“It’s not bad. I’ll be fine.” You whispered, attempting to pull your hand free of his. It was futile.

“Band aid?”

“Uh...yeah. In that drawer. Next to the stove.” You pointed in the direction of the drawer, holding your breath as he retrieved the item. This time, you watched him. Watched as he unwrapped the bandage and tended to your finger with all the care of a parent with their child. He held the appendage steady as he got ready to wrap it, but he stopped himself. He locked eyes with you instead, making you shiver.

“I make you nervous.”

It was a statement. A very true statement. And yet you found yourself shaking your head; ironic because your voice felt too unsteady to use.

Your heart stopped when he placed a tender kiss to the cut. The air around you crackled with heat and tension. It was unlike any feeling you’d ever been subjected to before. It was danger mixed with primal fascination...attraction. And it called to you like a raft in a sea of treacherous waves.

He ignored your silent response and sealed the band aid over your finger, ensuring the ends were smooth against your skin. He didn’t let go of you.

“Don’t lie to me, okay? Trust is an important thing. And we’ve gotta have it if we wanna keep doing business together.”

His calm demeanor and gentle chastising made you a puddle of obedience. Your need to please wasn’t just born from fear. It was something you’d been unable to come to terms with until now. You saw it for what it truly was. You wanted to please him. In as many ways as he’d let you.

You nodded in response, agreeing to his statement.

“Let’s try it again then, yeah?” He started, eyes roaming your face. “I make you nervous, don’t I?”

“The constant threat of my life makes it difficult for me to be calm.” You said, choosing to still be untruthful.

You forced yourself not to fidget as his stare scorched your skin. His black eyes roamed across the open expanse of your collarbone and to the modest neckline of your wrap dress. He licked his lips as he focused on the measured breaths of your chest, your breasts rising with each pass.

“That’s not the only reason.” He retorted with a shake of his head. He leaned in close, noses almost touching as he spoke. “Don’t move.”

You said nothing as he bent down, continuing your failed task of picking up the broken bits of ceramic. You observed him dutifully gathering each piece, piling them into one large hand. His face looked pensive, as if he was trying to solve an equation in his head. You leaned against the island for support and bit your lip, unwilling to give into the lecherous thoughts that haunted you at night and managed to infiltrate your dreams.

“Nice dress.”

His compliment made you pause, looking down to meet that familiar smirk. He’d set what was left of the mug onto the counter, the floor relatively clear of large fragments. His fingers now played with the hem of said dress, the flowy material dancing in the air and away from your body.

“Thanks.”

Your voice was small. The apprehension so clear that you could both taste it. He found it funny. You found it humiliating.

He slowly straightened, taking the fabric with him as he gathered it to just above your knees.

“Color looks good on you.”

Again, the juvenile warmth of his praise sent you reeling further into anxiety’s waiting arms. Inwardly, you were responding to every lick of his lips and quirk of his eyebrow. Your thighs shifted restlessly against each other, waiting for that satiation that you hadn’t felt in forever. Outwardly though, you remained as skittish as a wild horse. You were as much on the edge of pleasure as you were on retreating.

“Thanks.” You said with a pleasant smile, wanting to conceal the yearning that bubbled just under the surface. You smoothed out the hunter-green fabric that rested against your abdomen, hoping to urge his hands away from you and the dress.

No such luck.

Instead, he ran his fingers up your skirt and along the outside of your thighs and hips, almost meeting the edge of your lace panties. Your traitorous body showed its hand, your nipples hardening in eagerness. Rio’s gaze predictably caught the action. And his face showed his approval.

“How long you been divorced?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion at his sudden curiosity. But the switch in topic had you alert again and somewhat clear of the fog he was so insistent on throwing you into.

“Why? What does that have to do with anything?” You questioned, stepping back from his body.

His hands fell away from you finally, but they didn’t stay idle for long. They skimmed over your hips, pressing your backside into the edge of the kitchen island.

“Answer me, mama.” He demanded, head craning down to meet your eyes. The intensity of his stare made you shift on your feet. He had an amazing poker face. A skill that left you envious.

“Two years.” You dutifully supplied, leaning backwards every inch that he moved in.

“It’s been that long then.” He commented with a nod, a finger tracing along the neckline of your dress, hovering just above your cleavage.

“That long for what?” You asked, taking note of the subtle ways in which his face changed. There was no trace of the teasing, light-hearted flirting that you’d become accustomed to seeing from him. He was serious. Almost as serious as the times he’d threatened your life. His touch was more insistent, telling you what he wanted rather than hinting. His mouth lowered to your ear, his nose brushing against your neck in a far too erotic manner. Your fingers itched to anchor yourself to him. You denied the request.

“Since someone stretched you out.”

A gasp caught in your throat, though you didn’t know if it was more from his words or his touch. He’d managed to slip a hand under your dress, tracing the crotch of your panties with a dexterous finger as he spoke.

“Wh-what do you mean?” You stammered, knuckles tightening against the edge of the counter you were currently gripping.

“I mean…” Rio started, lips brushing against the shell of your ear with each syllable. His finger barely teased your slit, but his voice more than compensated for the lack of physicality. “You haven’t had someone here,” He emphasized the word with a firm press of his finger against the soaked material that hid your clit from view. “In two years. Maybe more.”

You whimpered, biting your lip as he continued to manipulate your body. Your head screamed at you to stop, to pull away. But the sensation of his body pressed so firmly to yours was far too comforting to deny.

“You don’t know that.” You attempted, though the effort was obviously pointless. It was true. Since your separation and subsequent divorce from Paul, you’d barely been on a date, much less had sex. Your body was fiending for it...for him. And he knew it.

He scoffed, finding amusement in your words. He pressed his finger along the same dampened area, seeing your eyes roll into the back of your head. He licked his lips when your hand shot out to grasp at his wrist.

“Yeah, I do.” He affirmed with a nod, finger still teasing over your lace-covered slit. “He stepped out on you, didn’t he?” He continued, his eyes taking stock of the way you responded to his touch.

You had trouble focusing on the conversation he insisted on having while his hand was up your dress and practically in your underwear. You didn’t feel the need to supply an answer anyway. He already had all the information he needed.

“He didn’t deserve you.”

You were jolted back to reality by his words, straightening your spine and pushing his hand from between your legs.

“And what? You do?” You threw back, agitation seeping into your tone. You felt like he was patronizing you. He was always one step ahead. Always aware of the skeletons in your closet before you were.

“Never said that.” He said with a shake of his head, not stepping out of your space. His hands were off your body now, but the stains they’d left on you would remain there. They wouldn’t easily be erased. And you weren’t entirely sure that you wanted them to be.

“Why are you here?” You asked, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

“Business.”

“A simple call or text works for that.”

“Wanted to come in person.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders. He wore an expression of smugness, as if he knew something you didn’t, which was often the case.

“What do you want then?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” He retorted swiftly, lips pulled into a thin line.

The seriousness was back, his eyes nearly swallowing you as all humor became sucked from the room. The nerves in your stomach came back full force, the fear aiding them in their efforts. He was challenging you, apparently done with your lying.

“I…”

You didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to even begin. He was too intimidating. Just too much.

“I-I can’t.” You finished lamely, shaking your head and looking down at your feet.

He tilted your chin up, his mouth only centimeters from yours as he dared you to move.

“Just say the word.” He rasped against your lips, his free hand cradling your cheek.

You let yourself stare back, taking in his dark lashes and the angles of his face. He confused you on many levels, angered you beyond belief. He made your life a living hell. And yet, you wanted him more than anything. More than the money and the thrill of crime. And somehow he was privy to it all. And he wanted to give it to you.

So you were going to let him.

“Kiss me.” You breathed out, your hands finally coming to rest on his chest.

He needed no further encouragement. His mouth settled over yours in a tangle of lips and tongues. He tasted like mint, his lips much softer than they looked. The scratch of his facial hair only added to the moment as you pressed further into him, asking him to take more.

He did.

His hands were rough, but not unpleasant as they trailed along your body. They had the marks of healed scars. Not to mention the blood of those who chose to cross him. They were everywhere and all at once. Your breasts, your neck, your waist, your ass. He kneaded where he knew you yearned for more and tenderly stroked the areas in between. You struggled to keep up as his hips pushed into yours, his own yearning making its presence known.

“We shouldn’t do this.” You managed to say between heavy breaths, Rio’s mouth attaching to your neck and sucking near your throbbing pulse.

“Why not?” He mumbled into your skin, hands unwilling to slow down.

“Things will get complicated.”

He pulled himself away from the crook of your neck, his thumb running over your kiss-swollen pout.

“Yeah, they will.” He said with a chuckle, that devilish smirk staring back at you.

It was all a blur after that.

Limbs intertwined together as you worked on the buckle of his pants while he pushed your dress up and over your hips this time. He harshly pulled the lace away, the elastic snapping against your thighs as it got caught before making its way to the floor. Your mouths didn’t separate, not even when he lifted you onto the counter. He pulled one side of your dress away, exposing the matching bra you wore underneath. Your pebbled nipples called to him and he responded, massaging the flesh with expert precision. You moaned and writhed like a woman possessed. Like a woman that hadn’t been laid in two years.

“Feels good?”

The roughened gravel of his voice made your walls spasm, the hint of self-assuredness causing a wave of arousal to seep from within you. You could only nod, wordlessly pleading with him to continue on. His touch ventured south to your spread thighs. You widened them, allowing him access to the place you needed him the most. He didn’t disappoint.

His fingers were long and probing as they penetrated your sex, slipping easily in. You gasped at the fullness, the stretch around him making your eyes squeeze shut. He let your body guide him as he rubbed at your clit, his fingers curling against your walls.

“I’m...god...I’m gonna cum.” You confessed, only somewhat embarrassed by the suddenness of your climax.

He worked hard and faster. Your nails dug into his back, your mouth landing on his shoulder as you struggled to not cry out. You bit down when the euphoria of orgasm washed over you, trapping his hand within you. He could feel every tremor he brought forth as you shook in his arms. It felt like it lasted for hours, your body unwilling to let the feeling be a fleeting moment in time.

“You still with me?” He asked, lips pressed to your temple.

You nodded, hissing when he removed his fingers from the confines of your body. You watched, feeling as if you were in a daze. He shifted his pants and boxers down, revealing his length to your ravenous eyes. The hand that had been so deeply embedded in you now wrapped around himself. He was long and hard, as rigid as his hands. You felt like a moth to a flame, hand reaching out to feel if he was real. He was.

You swiped your finger over the tip of him and were overcome with wanton pride at feeling the moisture that sat there. His jaw clenched in a way that you’d only ever seen him do in anger. He didn’t allow you to continue. In an instant he was wedged between your thighs, his body already pushing into your waiting sex. Even with the climax from his fingers, he was a tight fit. You both expelled breaths, his a mumbled curse and yours a throaty moan. You shut your eyes as a new burst of pleasure radiated from your core and traveled up your spine. There was only a brief moment of intimacy as he sat unmoving within you, letting your body adjust to him.

It was short-lived.

“Fuck...” He cursed as he began to fuck you into the counter, hands holding your hips in place.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lavished yours with kisses and bites, each thrust of his hips causing his teeth to graze your skin. The chill of the marble countertop beneath your bare ass cooled your overheated skin. You bit your lip so hard you could taste blood as he filled you over and over, each pass making your walls accept more of him. He was deep and hitting that gloriously elusive spot that sat within your womb.

He cupped your breasts while you scraped your nails down his back, hearing him growl in response. The sound made you yearn to hear more. So, you did something you’d always wanted to do...you licked the ink on his throat. You decorated his skin with tantalizing kisses, your tongue aiding your actions. He shivered against your lips, the reaction making your walls clench around him. He was, at least for the moment, a slave to your ministrations. And it was a high unlike any drug you’d ever encountered.

It was animalistic fucking at its finest. He hit every nerve, soothed every ache. The union of your bodies was enough to send you sailing off the proverbial cliff, but his touch kept you tethered to solid ground, longing for more. He rocked his hips mercilessly into you, making your back arch at an almost painful angle.

“Right there, huh?” He teased, feeling you squeeze around him in raw desire. “Yeah, that’s the spot.”

You whimpered and tensed when he savagely rubbed your swollen clit, forcing your legs to tighten around him. He laughed, the sound ominous in your ringing ears. You could only hold on as he delivered the sweetest torture you’d ever felt. You spread your thighs wider, trying to get him closer than humanly possible. You opened your neck up to him, letting him have access to your bare flesh. You wanted him all over you and leaving a scorching trail of hunger in his wake.

It was manic. It was frenzied. It was passionate. And it all combined into a seductive elixir that made fireworks burst from within.

“Shit...I’m cumming.” You warned, feeling him double his efforts. Every muscle went taut with blinding pleasure as that coil finally snapped. You felt weightless, and yet the firm body still driving into your depths made you feel sublimely solid. And whole. More whole than you’d felt in the entirety of your marriage.

It was on the tail-end of your climax that Rio found his. His hips stuttered as he grunted and groaned, releasing himself into you and painting your walls. His fingers dug into the flesh of your inner thighs while his face burrowed into your chest and neck. It was as uninhibited as you’d seen him. And you were addicted to the sight.

You both heaved with shallow breaths, the exertion of each of your climaxes literally taking the air from your lungs. The room smelled of sex and instant regret as you straightened in Rio’s arms. He separated from your body, eyeing you as he redressed. You shifted your dress back together to cover your bra, the mess between your thighs preventing you from closing them completely.

Before you could say anything, Rio reached up and cradled your cheek. He played with your bottom lip, his thumb once again finding the appendage. His eyes took in every part of you, as if he hadn’t fucked you senseless seconds before. He licked his lips in that dangerous way that let you know his thoughts were on more than just money.

“Business is good?” He asked, warm palm still pressed to your cheek.

“Yeah, it is.”

“Cool, cool.” He nonchalantly replied, hand leaving your face as he stepped back from your debauched body. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You said with a nod, pushing your dress further down over your thighs, a lame effort to protect any modesty you might’ve still possessed. He smirked at the action.

“Might wanna clean up the mess.” He said with a cheeky upturn of his lips, hands gesturing to the remaining fragments of ceramic that still littered the floor but eyes locked solely to the spot between your legs. The place he knew he’d left a part of himself.

You bit your lip and nervously played with the hem of your dress, feeling his eyes bore into you. Despite still being fully dressed, you felt naked to him. Bare. Exposed. Vulnerable. You hated it.

He retreated, facing you as he walked backwards towards the front door. You watched him from over your shoulder, still unsure of what to make of the whole situation.

“And lock your door from now on. All kinds of madmen running around these streets.” He quipped, eyes lighting up at his own joke.

He was gone as fast as he’d arrived, causing havoc and then leaving without a second thought. The door closed with a crisp click at his exit, the house now feeling bare without his foreboding presence.

You didn’t move from your spot. You remained on the counter, Rio still leaking from your walls and your dress still disheveled despite your best efforts. Your mind raced with thoughts, each one riddled with panic. His unexpected visit left you with more questions than answers, all of which were tinged with fear. What did this development mean for you? Did it actually mean anything? Or was he simply taking what was so obviously laid out in front of him?

Did it matter?

No. It didn’t.

Because although he may have indulged your craving, your appetite was far from being fulfilled.

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"Tom Riddle effectively destroys the country from the inside out, which I believe was his true goal the entire time" (c) wait a second, so you think that he wasn't going to really take over or anything, just destroy the fuck out of w britain?

I have avoided this ask long enough.

I’ll start by saying that asking me about Tom Riddle is like staring down into a bottomless rabbit hole. We could travel down that path, but it is a dark and perilous journey, and by the end of it I will come out looking like the Mad Hatter.

It also requires a few prerequisites that you’re just going to accept as true (or else got off the crazy train here).

We know very little about Tom Riddle or Voldemort

What we do know of Tom Riddle comes to us from suspect sources

I’m just going to go out there and start with the basis that Tom is not crazy

Elaborating a little on number 1. We never actually see much of Tom Riddle or Voldemort directly. He’s a bit like Thanos in the MCU, or Palpatine in the first two movies of the Original Trilogy, he’s this looming threat that we pass by and glimpse every once in a while but never really get quality time with.

Generally, Voldemort makes an appearance in a moment of crisis.

He and Harry fight over the philosopher’s stone for Tom’s very survival. He and Harry fight over the diary for Tom’s very survival. He resurrects himself with Harry as a witness. We get those very strange dreams from Voldemort’s perspective (half of which we later learn are fabricated).

None of these really lend to our, or Harry’s for that matter, understanding of Tom Riddle. There’s too much going on, it usually happens far too fast, and there’s usually something Tom Riddle desperately wants or needs that eclipses all other concerns or else he has an audience.

This is part of the reason we get those Halfblood Prince pensieve lessons: Harry knows nothing of Tom Riddle and doesn’t understand him at all.

Which leads us, of course, to number 2, most of what we know about Tom Riddle comes from Dumbledore. I’ve talked about this before, so I won’t spend much time on it, but Dumbledore has a very clear agenda in relaying these memories to Harry. Dumbledore already has strong suspicions of what objects are horcruxes and where they’re located, he already has Snape as a very reliable agent to continue work when he’s gone, his job here is to convince Harry there is no path but suicide. And that involves portraying Tom Riddle as the most evil man who ever eviled, was born eviler than the antichrist, and will die eviler than the antichrist.

Now, does this make Tom necessarily good or bad? No.

However, it does mean when Dumbledore tells us things like, “See, Harry, an impoverished child was upset when I lit all his belongings on fire! What a monster!” (especially given that, in a similar situation, Harry thought it was hilarious when Hagrid gave Dudley a permanent physical deformity and Harry was told he was an angel child) we should take it with a very large grain of salt.

Right, so, with all that backdrop what I’m getting at is that a) we can’t take Dumbledore at his word b) even if we could he could be wrong c) Harry doesn’t have the introspection to be able to figure himself when a or b is happening. I won’t elaborate on this last much, suffice to say that Harry’s world is very black and white, divided into the camps of those who personally like him and those who don’t.

So, why do I think Tom’s goal was not to rule the wizarding world but instead to destroy it?

A few things.

First, there are so many easier ways he could have ended up ruling the wizarding world. More, even when he effectively does rule the wizarding world in book seven, he takes very strange actions so that he’s never directly in power.

Second, I never really bought Tom’s racism. It’s too convenient and too contradictory with his backstory.

The second first, because we’re going out of order today. I’ve gone over this before, but I don’t believe Tom had minions early and I think he was effectively treated as a muggleborn (see here and here) until he took on the Voldemort persona many decades later. I’m hard pressed to believe someone as intelligent, angry, and proud as Tom Riddle would willingly believe and accept he was inferior to the likes of Abraxas Malfoy. More, even if he wished he was a halfblood, I think the evidence of him being muggleborn would be stacked too high against him to deny even to himself (and when he finds out it’s not true, he has maybe a month or so before he realized that he’s the bastard son of a squib).

And it’s just so convenient. All the people with the power, with the money, who are itching for a cause against a threat that doesn’t really exist believe in blood purity. Ergo, Voldemort shows up suddenly espousing over the top blood purity rhetoric (rhetoric that directly clashes with his “there is only power” philosophy at that).

In other words, I think Tom Riddle gave himself a line that he knew would get him places very quickly.

And now for the first. For a guy who has had the entire country in the palm of his hands twice, one time taking it over in a bloodless coup, he’s really big on causing collateral damage and really small on actually doing the ruling thing.

The first wizarding war, Tom Riddle as Voldemort has the backing of the heirs of the most prestigious and wealthy noble houses save a select few. These are people with seats in the Wizengamot, which has a frightening control over the government itself (including the minister of magic). I imagine, in 1980 had Tom Riddle wanted to be elected as Minister of Magic, he would have been elected as Minister of Magic. If he wanted a friendly face in office then he probably could have made that happen to.

More than even this though, by this point, Tom had already won. By having control over the majority of the Wizengamot he owns the government. He’s done, it’s over, it’s finished, and many of the characters admit as much which is why Harry Potter was such a miracle. So why all the seemingly random, exceptionally pointless, terrorism?

One answer is that Voldemort is crazy bananas. And sure, I guess we can go with that, except for someone insane he’s oddly effective and very consistent.

I believe Tom was systematically destroying the very foundations of the country through its core aristocratic families. Within a few short years Tom decimates the Black family, it goes from having five heirs to none, and while some of this isn’t Tom’s fault he does take care of quite a few of them. He brands Lucius for life, while Lucius rises high in politics he never escapes the stigma of being a known Death Eater and in the end cannot escape the consequences for his actions. The Malfoy family is very nearly destroyed by the end of the series, had Draco died in the Fiendfyre. The LeStrange family, presumably decimated as well.

More, this is mostly me headcanoning, but I imagine Tom fuels an extremism that the Wizarding World had never contemplated. I imagine, previously, anti-muggleborn sentiment was probably fairly rampant among purebloods. Oh, some were very pro-muggleborn I’m sure, but I think most were fairly “eh” on the people and felt they were a drain on society (such as requiring constant funding for the obliviation department).

However, when Diagon Alley starts getting blown up every other week, when muggleborns start being tortured and murdered, when purebloods who aren’t anti-muggleborn enough are being tortured and murdered, this starts wigging people out in a way they’ve never wigged out before.

By the time we get to Harry Potter’s canon, it is now only a minority that are anti-muggleborn, and they’re perceived as raving lunatics. Nobody wants to be grouped with these people. Which, just goes to show, how much Voldemort rattles the wizarding world in a very small amount of time.

Then there’s Deathly Hallows, rather than become minister himself Voldemort installs a puppet minister. He shows no signs of wishing to change this and instead does things like destroy the sorting hat (which again shakes the very foundations of the wizarding world as whta will we do if we don’t know who’s a Gryffindor anymore?!)

So, where is this ramble going?

Given the results we see, that more than any others it seems to be the purebloods and often Tom’s own followers that suffer colossal losses, I think Tom’s actions are, in part, a means of vengeance against the entire damn wizarding world (but especially the purebloods).

He makes fools of these people, brands them as his slaves, and has them participate in the most over the top ridiculous rituals (the cloaks, the masks, the entire theatrics of it feels like Tom got drunk one night and planned this whole thing out). He destroys them entirely, and better, enables them to completely destroy themselves and the country they believe they’re trying to save.

Basically, I think by the time the series begins Tom is fueled by a nihilist rage that knows no bounds. But dammit all, the wizarding world is going to burn.

#ask #tom riddle #voldemort #anon

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saturniandevil · 2 years

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December 2021 Important Dates

AKA my notes from The Astrology Podcast’s December Forecast. This week, Becca Tarnas (Jungian astrologer and daughter of Richard, who wrote Cosmos and Psyche) is guest host! As usual our hosts start with a review of how literal astrology seemed to play out in November. Namely, the Mars♏-Saturn♒-Uranus♉ T-square was activated again, and we had a lunar eclipse on the Taurus-Scorpio axis. There was a literal storm of scorpions in Egypt, the new mutation’s collection in Botswana and identification in South Africa lines up perfectly with Mars-Saturn and Mars-Uranus hard aspects, and in the US the Taurean basic need of home has been affected by evictions ramping up and pipes bursting in the cold in Texas, to name a few. A lot of news stories suddenly appeared the day after the eclipse as well, such as SpaceX testing rockets to see if we really could prevent a Deep Impact scenario.

December 1st - Neptune stations Direct in Pisces This is part of Neptune’s longer transit through the sign over a decade or so (dipped its toe into Pisces in 2011, entered for good in 2012). Chris links it to the resurgence in popularity of not just astrology (and I have to admit that’s about when I got interested in astrology), but magic & the occult overall, as well as conspiracy theories. With Neptune changing motion we may see criticisms of astrology increase & a decline in popularity, or new questions about truth and clarity emerge. Becca talks about how Neptune transits are a bit easier to see through the lens of planets aspecting them, and with Jupiter conoining Neptune next year we might see some of these discussions around the occult and truth come to a head. The last Neptune in Pisces transit corresponded with the resurgence of seances as well as gold rushes--Austin relates the latter to the current “green rush” of people trying to capitalize on marijuana legalization in Cascadia (with varying results). Additionally, Chris brings up recent decline in the mainstream skeptic movement, which may find itself surging as we near a Saturn-Neptune conjunction in Aries in 2025.

December 4th - Total Solar Eclipse in Sagittarius (Late December 3rd for some). This is the partner eclipse to the lunar one on November 19th/20th, as well as the last of our eclipses on the Gemini-Sagittarius axis (which began in 2020). It’s a time of major endings and beginnings, especially for mutable risings. Jupiter is going to enter Pisces at the end of the month (he was there back in July or so before the retrograde), further stabilizing those axes.

December 11th - first exact Venus-Pluto conjuntion (not pictured) Mercury also trines Neptune, so a good time for writing poetry. More on Venus-Pluto later.

December 13th - Mars enters Sagittarius, Mercury enters Capricorn At last Mars moves away from aggravating the fixed sign conflicts! Although, as there was an eclipse there, Mars will conjunct the South Node soon after entering the new sign. Think cleansing, purification, letting go of something forcefully--be careful not to go too hard on it. If we take the Sibley chart as representing the US, the eclipse & subsequent Mars transit will happen in America’s first house and may indicate some kind of change for the nation (there was an eclipse in Sagittarius during the last election as well). The US is also experiencing a Pluto return (going exact in February, though the first of multiple due to Pluto’s slow motion), and Saturn-Uranus’s correspondence to internal conflict within nations seems relevant here as well. Generally, Mars may set into motion events that began brewing on the eclipse.

December 18th - Full Moon in Gemini This lunation takes us out of eclipse season. It’s trine Jupiter but square Neptune--jovial and expansive, but heavy on dreams and illusions. During this lunation Venus is very slow, about to station...

December 19th - Venus stations Retrograde in Capricorn She’ll be slowing down all month, and will station within 1° of Pluto, although the conjunction goes exact on Christmas Day(!). We’ll go into the underworld of Venus: hidden facets and the dark side, which includes both newfound awareness of relational patters as well as the uncovering of serious mistreatments and crimes. More generally, Pluto pushes things to their extremes--what are the extremes of Venus? What needs to be pushed to the limit and die, to make space for rebirth/something new?

For Venus retrogrades more generally, this will likely be a time to stress-test relationships. Think of this as an intentional challenge, like going on a road trip together to see how you fare in close quarters with each other. We’ll be looking into the shadow of the relationship, and like a good Jungian Becca recommends doing shadow work in this realm. This is a time to learn about our patterns so we can work with and through them--they’re gonna rear their heads in some form or another anyway!

Austin points out that in Capricorn, this means we’ll be contending with real, material structures, as well as the past during this event (look to that sign in your chart for the area of life it entails). With the underworld symbolism of both retrograde motion and Pluto, this can be a time to both lay dead things to rest and bring yet-unformed things into the light, though we’ll spend some time in the liminal spaces first. Chris recommends looking at the 8-year time periods related to Venus’s retrograde cycle, to see how this will play out in your own chart. Aside from relationships and love, we can also see money and valuables come into play here, with Capricorn indicating restriction. Supply chain issues are likely to continue.

December 21st - Sun enters Capricorn Winter solstice!

December 24th - Saturn exactly Squares Uranus Part 3 of 3 from this ongoing fixed-sign crisis of the year. Becca relates this to infrastructure changes, and overall we’ve been continually patching up the damage from stress-testing, and eventually we’re gonna have to let it break down to the foundation. Duct-taping our problems isn’t sustainable. With this square we’re entering the final leg of a Saturn-Uranus cycle that started in 1988. This is not the first of Uranus returns for the U.S.; the last two corresponded with the Civil War and the US entering WW2. Chris seems to think we’ll have new uses for VR or similar technologies when Uranus enters Gemini late this decade (at which point Saturn will join it for an exact conjunction--what rules and restrictions will we need or find?).

December 28th - Jupiter reenters Pisces This will stabilize events in mutable signs, though Saturn will now be left to his own devices in Aquarius, which can pose challenges for fixed sign people. We can look forward to relaxing in other aspects of life--like enjoying a hot tub after quitting a job you hate. It won’t fix your work problems, but it’s welcome relief and relaxation.

He’ll be in Pisces for about 5 months next year--during his first venture into Pisces over the summer, many restrictions opened up worldwide only to be restricted when he regressed into Aquarius during the autumn months. However, we’re best to temper our optimism until Mars moves away from Saturn in Aquarius next year. In April and May Jupiter and Neptune will conjoin, with Venus joining them soon after--rich,abundantly beautiful, though maybe too saccharine. In general this will feel like a New Year for everyone, even those not astrologically inclined.

This month’s electional chart is on December 13th, around 11:05AM locally, with Asc at ~25-27 Aquarius (to have Jupiter on the Ascendant). This is one of the last elections we have with Jupiter and Saturn both in Aquarius, softening the reaper there. (Our hosts are going to do their year ahead forecast on this chart! Apparently it’s gonna be two parts 👀)

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Energy Update: October 2021

October is a “6” Universal Month {10(October) + 5 (2021) = 15 = 1+5 = 6}. For most of us, the quiet introverted energy of the number 6 is going to be a deep breath of relief after September which with its 5 energy made us feel like we needed to scurry, hurry, and do away, even when there was nothing left to do.

6 Energy is in perfect alignment with the harvest season as it encourages home, support, empathy, and even stillness. 6 carries to pause of expectancy, much like you experience within the Inguz rune. Within the 6 energy, perhaps, we can find the balance we would otherwise be sorely lacking this Libra season.

The Setup

The Sun, Mercury, and Mars are all in Libra heading towards a stellium (conjunct of three or more planets) that will peek slightly after our Libra new moon. Venus is ahead of the gang in Scorpio. Mercury, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, and Chiron all begin this month in retrograde. This is the nadir of retrograde season. The air is hazy, perceptions may be a bit off. Sink into the 6 energy by spending time in your home – go deep with your space. That will be an antidote to this energy all month long. This is a great month to do a deep seasonal clean. Donate the things that no longer serve you. Hold a seed, plant, or clothing swap. Get together with your loved ones to have a good meal. Stay close to home. Mercury retrograde in Libra is going to bring a lot of the retrograde tension into our relationships to remember to make space for conflict and try to find a solution that fits all people involved. Watch out for stickler issues around people-pleasing and unhealthy compromises. You can refer to my post about Mercury in retrograde for those details.

There are big shifts happening this month, we will end the month with the Sun and Mars in Scorpio, Venus in Sagittarius, and with Pluto, Saturn, Jupiter, and Mercury stationed direct. When the planets stand still while they station, it can feel like life is also standing still. We will be going into and out of this retrograde fog until Mercury and Jupiter station direct on 10/18. I reiterate: you may feel helpless to affect anything outside of your immediate home right now, but you can always have an effect on your home. Tap into the 6 energy to make your home a perfect haven for you and your others.

As Saturn begins his ascent forward again, he will tighten the ongoing square with Uranus in Taurus – this is our force paradox beginning to re-exert the vice grip we’ve been stuck in all year long. If you feel like you can’t make any headway, know that you are right on time.

The Nitty Gritty

This month we are being asked to sink deep into the root of it. We are at the end of a cycle, during the new year our lunar nodes will transition from the Gemini-Sagittarius axis to that of Taurus-Scorpio. Something deep inside all of us needs to shift to accommodate these changes that are happening all around us. This is a time to go slow and really tune in to your own rhythm.

This month has a lot going on: we will experience two cardinal T-squares between Aries-Libra-Capricorn, 1 Air Grand Trine between Moon-Mars-Jupiter, 1 Air stellium of Sun-Moon-Mercury-Mars in Libra, three planetary ingresses, and four planets that station direct and out of retrograde. Every one of our planets are fully engaged in this transformative moment.

The MVP for the month is going to be Pluto in Capricorn. Here we see echoes of all of 2020 but most specifically last Autumn when Mars went retrograde in Aries and squared off with Pluto in Capricorn. Now, one year later, in the opposite sign, Mars will do so again alongside the Sun and Mercury. Pluto is also, ironically, the first of the planets to move out of retrograde. He also rules one of our two cardinal T-squares of the month. Some outdated form or structure needs to die. Agreements are being tested. Loyalties are being questioned.

Mercury and Pluto clash twice more this cycle: they square off while they are both retrograde on 10/1 and then later when they are both direct on 11/2. These are part of a series of ongoing cardinal squares we’ve been experiencing since the very beginning of 2020. The Sun squares Pluto on 10/17 and Mars squares Pluto on 10/23. Additionally, our full moon in Aries on 10/20 is overshadowed by an intense cardinal T-square as the moon in Aries squares off against Pluto in Capricorn and opposes retrograde Mercury in Libra. All of these dates should be approached with a reasonable amount of caution. Pack your patience and expect some explosions. Pay special attention to when Mars and Pluto square off in the sky – those are fighting words. It may be difficult to escape the adrenaline rush of quick reactions but it is wiser during this time to step back and sit with things before leaping.

Again, the 6 energy of October can really support Sun and Mars in Libra’s ideal of everybody getting an even slice of the pie. Dig into this. Where are you taking too much? Where are you not giving enough? Start small this month – look at your own body. Think about how you take care of yourself. Or, if you are more inclined, take a deep look at how you are taking care of your living space. Check on all of your plants. Do a roommate-style check-up with any humans that you live with. Spend some time with your pets. Come back to center by grounding yourself in your safe home, in your body, in this moment.

Mercury makes two additional trines to Jupiter in Aquarius during its retrograde cycle while both are retrograde on 10/3 and later when both are direct on 11/1. This is a fast-moving transit but can provide insight and luck when needed.

As the first full week of October progresses, the Sun, Mercury, and Mars fall into line for a stellium that lights up the sky when joined by the moon on 10/6. This is a big power day. If you have been looking for a day to find your new path, this one is it. Just remember, Mercury is still in retrograde so you may see your path only to have it obscured in the mists again. Look towards 11/6-11/7 when Mercury will again conjunct Mars (this time in Scorpio) for a day to put this new path into action.

On 10/7 Venus enters Sagittarius and the mood will get marginally lighter. Venus in Sagittarius is mutable fire energy – she wants you to let your heart roam. You might find yourself more interested in trying new things and going on adventures while Venus is in the sign of the archer. The excitement of Saggy bear energy will get tamped down quickly by the retrograde haze so don’t expect to follow through on those beautiful but whimsical plans anytime soon.

The weekend of 10/8-10/10 is a great time to take one big cosmic pause. Stay home. Say no. Take a bath instead. The Moon, Venus, and the South Node will make a brief conjunction at 02° Sagittarius just as Venus goes out of bounds. A planet is considered out of bounds when it goes above the tropic of Cancer, or, in this case, below the Tropic of Capricorn. These points reflect the plurality of the solstices and Summer-Winter connection. Planets that are out-of-bounds can be hard to reach – you may find it harder to access your feelings of empathy or may be down on yourself more about your physical appearance while Venus is out of bounds. This may be especially rough for our Venus-ruled Libras who are already undergoing an intense Mercury retrograde transit in their chart.

Be wary here. There’s a lot of prickle to the world these days and something about Venus going out of bounds right now reminds me a bit of checking out instead of dealing with what is going on in your own life. That won’t cut it through this year – through these hard aspects – you really need to settle in and do the work. There is so much to be gained right now by showing up and staying aware with yourself through these adjustments.

What is coming up during this time needs to be addressed. With so many personal planets involved, something close to home needs attending to. This weekend and really the whole month would be very counter-indicated for going away. Watch for who runs rather than showing up. On Sunday, Saturn stations direct at 06° Aquarius – this immediately reactivates our Saturn-Uranus square and tensions will begin to rise a bit. This is a long-term aspect that doesn’t resolve until the end of the year so there’s not much to do other than observe it now.

We experience our second cardinal T-square on 10/12 as Mercury retrograde in Libra squares off with the Moon in Capricorn and opposes Chiron retrograde in Aries. This is a major pain point, something that has been brought to light during this Mercury retrograde cycle.

This Mercury-Chiron oppositional peeks on 10/18 and will continue strong for another week or so. Mercury’s post-shadow stretched through the rest of October and into November, remember that we need to retrace our steps back through Libra before the lessons of this retrograde cycle will be fully revealed.

Mercury is joined by Jupiter going direct also on 10/18 – this is a go day. Do it. Make a difference. Make a plan. Make a list. You are supported.

The energy should shift drastically as the Sun enters Scorpio on 10/22 and Mars follows on 10/30. We might feel a bit like we’ve jumped from one deep pool to another as Scorpio season hints immediately at its own depths and the eclipse season that comes with it.

Our sweet Air Grand Trine happens on Monday 10/25 when the Moon in Gemini lines up briefly with Mars in Libra and Jupiter in Aquarius. This is another go day. Think big. We are starting to feel the pull of forward momentum now that some of the retrograde fog has lifted. The last week of October holds the lightest energy of the month – again, ironically.

As if we are walking this month backward, like Merlin. Spirit reminds me that he was another traveler who walked the low path.

All in all the energy of the month is going to be dense and prone to internalization. How you perceive that and how comfortable it makes you have a lot to do with your personal chart and comfort with self-reflection. Watch out for emotional regulation or disassociation especially around any of those harsh aspects between the moon, Mercury, Mars, and Pluto. Watch out for denial and rose-colored glasses – the world is trying to tell you something for a reason – it’s time to stop ignoring your gut instincts. It’s the time for you to show up every day, as often as you are able, for yourself.

Good Days: 10/2, 10/6, 10/8, 10/13, 10/16, 10/18, 10/25 Caution Days (Saturn square Uranus): 10/14, 10/21 Caution Days (Cardinal squares): 10/1, 10/3, 10/12, 10/17, 10/20, 10/22 Fuzzy Days: 10/6, 10/10, 10/18, 10/26

The Aspects

Please keep in mind that most aspects have an effect for a number of days before and after the day of exactitude, listed below. I have bolded aspects the require particular attention.

10/1 – Mercury Rx in Libra square Pluto Rx in Capricorn, Mars in Libra opposed Chiron in Aries 10/2 – Venus in Scorpio sextile Pluto Rx in Capricorn – sweet days 10/3 – Mercury Rx in Libra trine Jupiter Rx in Aquarius, Sun in Libra opposed Chiron in Aries 10/6 – Dark Moon at 13° Libra conjunct Mercury Rx and Mars, Pluto SD 10/7 – Venus enters Sagittarius 10/8 – Sun conjunct Mars 15° Libra – where do you need to move forward in your life? What motivates you? How can you be the best version of who you are right now? 10/9 – Sun conjunct Mercury retrograde, Mercury retrograde conjunct Mars, Moon square Jupiter Rx, Moon sextile Pluto Rx, Moon conjunct Venus and the South Node 2° Sagitarrius, Venus OOB – here you may really see where you are out of alignment with your path here. You may have to return to something you think that you’ve outgrown (Venus conjunct South Node). See warning above about Venus OOB 10/10 – Saturn SD 10/11 – Mercury opposed Chiron begins – this close aspect will last for the next 15 days, its a pain point that is being reactivated by this Mercury retrograde cycle – these to planets will stay within one degree of conjunction from 10/15-10/20 10/12 – Moon in Capricorn square Mercury Rx in Libra, Cardinal T Square – CAUTION – this is another one of these days that is going to light up that long-term fight. You know the one. 10/13 – Venus in Sagittarius sextile Saturn Rx in Aquarius 10/14 – Sun in Libra trine Jupiter Rx in Aquarius, Moon conjunct Saturn in Aquarius, Moon square Uranus – CAUTION – the Sun meets Jupiter while the sky is tense with our Saturn-Uranus square. Don’t pick that fight. 10/16 – Mercury Rx in Libra sextile Venus in Sagittarius – a way through, seek out freedom for everybody 10/17 – Sun in Libra square Pluto in Capricorn – CAUTION – go slow 10/18 – Jupiter SD, Mercury SD, Mars in Libra trine Jupiter in Aquarius, Mercury opposed Chiron – go days – get it. 10/20 – Full Moon at 27° Aries, T Square between moon in Aries, Pluto in Capricorn, and Mars in Libra – CAUTION. Take things slowly today. Watch your temper. Remember to pick your battles. 10/21 – Moon square Saturn, Moon conjunct Uranus – CAUTION, go slow 10/22 – Mars square Pluto – CAUTION, go slow. Take a break. Stay home. 10/23 – Sun enters Scorpio 10/25 – Air Grand Trine between Moon in Gemini, Mars in Libra, and Jupiter in Aquarius – go days, get it. think big. 10/26 – Venus in Sagittarius square Neptune Rx in Pisces – foggy 10/30 – Sun in Scorpio square Saturn in Aquarius

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One last one for the moment; top five superheroes who definitely AREN'T Pulp Heroes, but could be with a little tweaking?

Oof, that's a hard one. It's a hard one because, again, there ultimately isn't that much separation between the two to the point there's enough of a hard line in there to work with, but I guess the cat's out of the bag now that I've staked claims on there being differences between them.

Okay so, not counting superheroes who are deliberately modeled after actual pulp heroes, so no Tom Strong or Night Raven here. I'm sticking mainly with comic book superheroes (barring one oddball exception) since the medium separation is important), who I think could become pulp heroes with some tweaking.

5: Captain America

Sort of cheating because I already covered it here, but I definitely have to include Captain America in here, especially in the stories they actively go for a "pulp" vibe as well as the earliest ones.

Fun fact about Marvel: As Timely, they actually began life as pulp publishers. Not just pulp publishers, but specializing in some of the sleaziest, ghastliest magazines of the era, and you can bet this carried over to their superheroes. Where as DC's superheroes took inspiration from the big pulp heroes such as The Shadow and Doc Savage, Timely's superheroes seemed instead much more inspired by Weird Tales stories and Poverty Row horror films, and even in the 60s, Marvel never really abandoned their horror roots, the trick was just using them as a baseline to create superheroes. In DC, the world's first contact with superheroes begins with the world looking in wonder at a friendly strongman. In Marvel, it began with the world looking in panicked horror at a flaming monster rampaging through the streets desperately trying to not burn everything it touches. It should come to little surprise then that the majority of characters I'm including in this list are Marvel characters.

People think Captain America's first comics largely consisted of him fighting Nazis left and right, but they were actually much more often based around him encountering monsters and creatures of horror, like the above panel where it looks like Cap's staring down the beginning of Berserk's Eclipse (RIP Miura).

The early Captain America comics pretty much consisted of Kirby dipping his toe into the monster comics he'd make in the 50s which would later bleed into the 60s Marvel entourage. They even tried repackaging Captain America into a horror anthology in the 50s titled "Captain America's Weird Tales", just imagine how different the character would be today if that somehow stuck.

Imagine a world where Steve Rogers never became leader of The Avengers, never got to become the shining beacon of heroism of an entire universe, and instead, when he was unfrosted, he woke up to find a world running rampant with crawling nightmares and Nazi tyranny, and he has no idea what's become of his former sidekick. That definitely sounds like the start of a promising pulp adventure.

4: Namor

Another Timely creation. In Namor's case, he didn't so much encounter horrors from beyond imagination, as much as HE was the terrifying thing beyond us ready to rampage upon mankind, whose first on-screen act consists of the calculated slaughter of a ship full of innocents. The first true villain protagonist of comic books. Not just an anti-hero, a villain intent on wiping out the human race.

And not just a cardboard supervillain, but the beautiful prince of a race of ugly fish monsters, a momma's boy who's doing what he thinks is right by warring with surface dwellers. While Namor's become largely defined by his gargantuan arrogance, here, he's almost childlike, despite being much more brutal and villainous here, spurred on by the whims of his mother, who even acknowledges that Namor had no real reason to kill the divers but did so anyway, and now encourages him to genocide. His mom even tells him "Go now, to the land of white people!", and the very last panel of the story even states he's on a "crusade against white men".

The massacre of explorers at the hands of something beyond their understanding. A monster born of an interracial coupling. A race of fish monsters with bulging eyes, antagonistic towards humanity but are shown to have positive traits just the same. A dash of racism. There is no mistaking The Sub-Mariner's pulp horror influence.

A non-white superhuman warrior born from a Lovecraftian horror story, who gradually moves away from his villainous crusade into becoming more of an anti-hero, never truly putting aside his hatred for humanity, remaining a temperamental, unpredictable outcast, with a strong, palpable undercurrent of anger in his stories. I could very easily buy Namor as having crawled out of a Weird Tales story and I can't think of other superheroes whose origins are as steeped deeply in pulp horror.

3: Doctor Fate

Technically we already have a pulp hero version of Doctor Fate in Doc Fate, and I'll get to him separately, but even besides him, the earliest Doctor Fate stories in particular feel very much like he's a character steeped in the worlds of pulp and pulp horror who decided to put on a superhero costume and show up in comic.

He's got a similar set-up to The Shadow, from the pulp Shadow in the sense that he's a mysterious, eerie crimefighter who dwells as a presence more often than an active character and who kills criminals without remorse, always watching and waiting for the right time to strike as a a wrathful old-testament force of vengeance, and from the radio Shadow due to him using superpowers to fight crime while being accompanied by a smart, fierce love interest.

Originally, Fate was not a sorcerer, but instead a scientist who discovered a way to manipulate atomic structure, of his and other things, thus making it appear that he can do magic (although we never see his face, and he's implied to be thousands of years old, before they settled on the Nabu origin). And going back to Lovecraft, a lot of it appears in the earliest Fate stories. Fate was given powers not by a sorcerer, but an alien worshipped as a god. He barely encounters traditional monsters, but instead contends with hidden races, zombie slaves, abandoned alien monoliths, and half man and half fish creatures. Fate may have actually been the very first pastiche of Lovecraft in pop culture.

And of course we can't forget the gloriousness of Doc Fate pulling an Indiana Jones on us.

2: Wolverine

I don't even think you'd have to tweak Wolverine at all. You'd just have to get him out of the costume and Avengers/X-Men associations (although the X-Men have a substantial background in pulp sci-fi stories like Slan and Odd John, so they aren't really at odds here), maybe tone down his powers a bit and, that's it. Logan's already the kind of character who has such a varied sandbox history, whose powers can lead to so many different scenarios, that it's not a stretch at all to picture Wolverine in the usual pulp hero scenarios.

You can have half-naked Wolverine running around in the jungle with animals Tarzan-style, take him to Savage Land if you wanna throw dinosaurs in there. He's already Marvel's foremost "wandering samurai/cowboy" character which was one of the stock and trade types of the pulps. Western? Done. Samurai? Done. Wuxia? Just put him in China and add a couple extra fantasy elements. Wanna make a sword and sorcery story with him? He already comes with a bunch of knives and savagery and ability to survive grisly injuries. Horror? The MCU is crawling with them, or alternatively, tell a story from the perspective of someone who's being hunted down by Wolverine. Wanna tell a detective/noir/post-apocalypse story? Logan's right there.

Wanna have him crossover with pulp heroes? He's lived through the 1800s and 1900s and traveled all over the world, you could feasibly have him meet up with just about any of them. Logan may actually be the purest example of your question, because he's very much not a Pulp Hero, and yet, he definitely feels like a character who could have been one, at just about any point in the history of pulp magazines. He's perfect for it.

1: Wario

WAAA-okay, look, bear with me for a second here, I'm not just picking Wario because I love oddball choices and he's one of my favorite characters, I got some logic to this.

Okay so, the first question here: is Mario a superhero? While I'm usually adverse to calling characters prominent outside of comic books superheroes (hence why I'm definitely not interested in debating whether Harry Potter or Goku or Link or Frodo are superheroes), I do think it's a pretty shut case that, yes, Mario is a superhero. Superheroes don't just come in the form of skintight crimefighters, right from the start comic books have had varied types of superheroes appearing in comics and comic strips. For example, the "funny animal" superheroes are a type older than superhero comics, and they were arguably not only the most successful type of superhero of the 40s-50s era, but arguably defined trends dominating nonfunny animal superheroes, traits that predated or influenced Captain Marvel as well as Otto Binder's reshaping of Superman that defined much of superhero convention as we know it. It's part of why the question of "Is Sonic a superhero" has a very clear Yes as an answer.

So upon establishing that, yes, funny cartoon characters can be and are superheroes too, is Mario one? Well, I'd say yes. He's got an iconic uniform, he's got superpowers, he goes on fantastical adventures, he is both a nebulously general do-gooder as well as having a clear mission as protector of the Mushroom Kingdom. His adventures span multiple storytelling formats, he's got catchphrases, he even dresses up in Superman's colors and has a Super prefix iconically associated with him. Not a superhero the way we usually think of, but a superhero nonetheless.

And Wario? Well, putting aside Wario-Man who's more of a running gag than anything, Wario does just about everything Mario does. He's got all the traits that define Mario as a superhero short of a Super prefix and the selfless mission (which isn't exactly a rule). He goes around and gets into crazy adventures, he picks up items, beats bad guys, conquers the odds, and gets some kind of prize for it. He's got Mario's physical traits, and Mario's costume, and just about the same name short of a single letter. The caveat being, of course, that he's Wario, and so everything Mario is or does has to be exaggerated to gross extreme.

Mario is paunchy and strong, Wario's round and built like a powerlifter. Mario's got a friendly face and a fluffy mustache, Wario's got a massive horrible grin and jagged razors for a stache. Mario is a bit of an overeater, Wario can and will eat anything in front of him. Mario gets around with acrobatics and magic power-ups, Wario brute forces his way through everything and just rolls with whatever injuries he picks up along the way.

Mario gets fire powers by consuming magic flowers. Wario sets himself on fire and barrels around destroying everything in his path. Mario harnesses the elements or abilities of beings around him to clear obstacles and solve puzzles, Wario gets turned into a zombie, a vampire or a drunk to get the same things done. Mario befriends and rides dinosaurs who raised him from infancy, Wario piledrives dinosaurs and then uses their bodies to beat up more dinosaurs. Mario pals around with fellow heroes, princesses and friendly fantasy creatures, Wario pals around with aliens, witches, mad scientists, cab drivers, and lanky weirdos. Mario always ends his adventures joyfully leaping to the next one, Wario usually ends up either cackling in a pile of treasure or completely broke.

Mario races through plains to rescue princesses, Wario invades pyramids to hunt for treasure. Mario jumps through planets with baby stars guiding his path, Wario crashes into the Amazon jungle and fistfights the devil. You can see where I'm going with this.

If you were to take one of Nintendo's heroes to make them into pulp heroes, Wario, specifically the Wario Land Wario, may be the only one who really could do it, because in essence, he's the videogame equivalent of Professor Challenger. He's Bluto moonlighting as Indiana Jones, the weird brute adventurer for weird brute adventures where everything's off limits and you can trust our intrepid hero, who really shouldn't be a hero on all accounts, to deliver us a good time, give or take a couple deaths, scams, shams and oh-damns to complete said mad treasure hunts.

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Lightning Bugs in July | II

GUNNER AND BUG

Description: You were christened ‘Bug’ by Beth and ‘Gunner’ by your pals. Those are the names that define you.

Fandom: Band of Brothers

 Pairing:  Joseph Toye/Reader

Word Count:  5.9k+

Warning(s): Derogatory Language. Nothing you wouldn’t see in the show.

“What did they call you?”

Em’s question was so innocent.

You were called ‘Bug’ once, when you’d run barefoot through the grass, catching lightning bugs with your bare hands in the sleepy twilight.

Beth was younger, then. So were you. She would call after you from the porch: “Buggy! Come in. It’s getting late!”

You existed in a world without war for so long, why can’t you exist there once more? Why is it so hard to stand back on that beach and live in it the way it was, the way you once were?

There were lightning bugs, then, over the Potomac. They flashed like they wanted to remind you of everything good still left in the world.

“Were you a good machine gunner?”

They called you ‘Gunner’ once. You used to take pride in that name, then you learned to accept it for what it was: A fact, something that’s definition just meant you, something that was yours.

They would call after you, in a firefight, in the quiet often that followed one:

“Gunner!”

Wars seem never-ending when you’re in the middle of one.

You are shaking in a foxhole. Dirt falls over your head and shoulders the farther you press your back into the wall behind you, and your machine gun is steaming above you. These are unimportant details. Mostly, you are staring at your bloody hands.

Something drips down the side of your face like a shiver. Your chest rises and falls quickly -- so quickly -- you can't control it. Mostly, though, you are staring at the wet blood sticking between your fingers.

"Gunner!"

Where did all this blood come from? You look down at your arm and find that the red is soaking through your uniform as well. Is it yours? Panic flares, cold like dread in your chest, and you can't catch your breath, but you're breathing so quickly -- how can it feel like you're drowning? Is it the blood?

"Gunner!"

There is a loud ringing in your ears, like gnats swarming your head. Are you dying?

"Gunner!"

Someone slides into your foxhole. You suck in a sharp, rattling breath and scramble for your bayonet, but the straps of your webbing are tangled and you can't yank it free. Then a hand settles over yours -- kind in that it is unyielding -- and you realize it's just Joe Toye who's crouched beside you. "Oh, Gunny," he rasps as he sinks to his knees, the edges of him stark against the sky.

"Joe?'

You can barely make out his face in the broad daylight; your vision blurs and drops off to static around the edges. You try and force more words up and from your chest, but your jumbled mind won't let any thoughts stick. Slowly, Joe wraps his arms around you and brings you to his chest.

"Are you hurt?"

The question confuses you. You don't have an immediate answer. You turn your face into Joe's chest, nose pressed to his jacket, and beneath all the shellfire and hellfire, the air around Joe Toye tastes like Lucky strikes on your tongue.

“I don’t know.”

“Where’s Lieb?”

"I don't know." You find yourself struggling to hold down the urge to cry. You wrestle with it on the floor of your mind, bat at its hands and squeeze its neck. Joe cradles your head and begins rocking back and forth.

"It's alright. You're alright. You're looking fine, Gunner--"

"Oh, dear God--"

Someone else is at the lip of the foxhole, the familiar shadow of a friend cast over you.

"Go get the doc."

You barely recognize Eugene Roe when he slips down the wall of your foxhole. He has the pallid face of an angel, his halo, the red cross on his helmet.

Joe's voice rumbles in his chest like a beloved wave of thunder. "You're gonna be fine, huh, Gunner?"

"Huh, Gunner?

"Huh, Gunner?"

Does he know what your name means to you?

You were called 'Bug' once, when you ran barefoot through the grass chasing lightning bugs.

You never liked your first name because it was given to you by your mother, who didn’t, and still doesn’t, know you. You were christened ‘Bug’ by Beth and ‘Gunner’ by your pals. Those are the names that define you.

When you close your eyes, you urge yourself to remember that beach, that twilight, that last moment of peace you stole before you waded deeper and let the current of war sweep you under, tear you away from whatever simpler life you might have lead if you'd never joined up and shipped off, shot and been shot, dug into the earth and understood intimately the way it shivers during an artillery barrage.

This is one thing you know for certain: Your name belongs to you the same as it is you, who you are.

What did they call you?

Gunner. Because it's what you call a machine gunner. A good one.

Joe sets your helmet on your head; You forgot when you took it off in the first place. A hand appears in front of your face; Skip Muck is staring down at you grimly as he hoists you up and over the edge of the foxhole.

The sun in France is soft like velvet, and with the eclipsing of spring comes a fresh summer breeze. The air rushes over your skin, caressing your face like a lover might, and the sun kisses the apples of both your cheeks, speckled through the leaves. These are unimportant details.

Mostly you cannot tear your eyes from the field of German bodies that comes into view as soon as you clamber out of the foxhole. There are twenty, maybe thirty of them -- a whole platoon draped like dolls over each other, shredded from high-caliber rounds. It is a mass grave.

Blood soaks into the dirt. The grass it drips from sways in the summer breeze without care. Blood drains from your face, leaving behind cold dread, and you smear it on your pants when you try and wipe it from your hands.

Some memories make it past the filter of your mind. It was enfilade fire, which is a technical term meant to obscure the horror a gunner witnesses when it happens. The Krauts had been lined up so neatly, eager to catch the rest of the company off-guard to the point of deadly carelessness.

You remember feeling mostly confusion when the first couple soldiers in your sights fell, only to reveal the others stacked up behind them, pierced by the same spray of bullets. Hubs, your ammunition bearer, had shouted something along the lines of 'get those fucking Krauts, Gunny!" before loading up another belt for you to bury more dead with. You don’t remember why Liebgott wasn’t there to do it instead.

That confusion you felt -- your mind unable to process the carnage -- gave way to urgency when you were reminded of your buddies, just over the hill, their backs turned and wanting for a bullet while they take care of the line. “Don’t let anyone past,” Lip had told you and Hubs before shuffling off. “We’re all countin’ on you.”

The Kraut platoon leader managed to get his men together a bit, and they stopped mid-charge to fire back upon your position. Vaguely, you remember an explosion, a squelch, a shout, being thrown against the wall, then jumping right back on your gun. And now you're left in the silence of a firefight. The air tastes heavy with blood.

"Gunner," Joe Toye rasps.

You shake your head and fumble with your breast pocket for a pack of gum. You set a stick of it between your teeth, bite down, and let the spearmint burn a hole through your tongue.

It feels deserved.

“Gunner.”

That’s your name. It’s what you are. A machine gunner.

Instruments of war are carefully, purposely, deadly. A well utilized machine gun can change the tide of an entire battle -- that lesson was drilled into you the moment they picked you out for a machine gunner, the moment you were christened in Toccoa by Joe Liebgott and O. Petty.

You are a machine gunner.

You attempt for a moment to hang onto that urgency you felt when Lip gave you your orders to justify the death in front of you. You’ve never seen so many bodies before. In certain spots, the Germans are two, three deep, dead and dying on top of each other. One of them wails. The sound pierces you faster than any bullet. The sound is stuck in your ears. It is there, always,whenever it is quiet.

Your mouth tastes like blood and spearmint. You hate that flavor. You squeeze your eyes shut, but no memory comes.

"Were you a good machine gunner?"

Yes. You were.

An hour later, the rest of Easy Company bustles around you. You are sitting next to your machine gun while Smokey cleans it, occasionally spitting the chewing tobacco from his mouth onto the grass.

"Joe," you ask quietly, staring down at your bandaged hands while they shake. Joe Toye grunts, and you meet his eyes then, feeling brittle and empty. "Where's Hubs?"

It isn’t until the next day you find out you’re wearing what’s left of him. Liebgott tells you this shamefully, wringing the straps of his musette bag and unable to look you in the eyes. You both feel the loss immensely.

But wars end eventually, and in October, the Virginia heat touches down once daily, in the early afternoon. Tommy sits down on the wood pile beside you and pulls out his lunch box, same as yours. You tilt your head back and enjoy the brittle heat of the day wrapping itself around you like a quilt. You let your eyes slip shut and it almost feels like just yesterday you were standing out on the gravel bank in your wrinkled uniform, throwing your medals into the Potomac, instead of three months ago. Your fingers twitch, and your thoughts are flooded with the taste of spearmint.

"Hey," Tommy grunts beside you.

You peak an eye open to find him holding out a saltwater taffy for you to take. His pockets are always full of them. You don't remember exactly when he picked the habit up, but it's been this way since you were kids.

You accept the small offering, unwrap it, then pop it in your mouth. "Thanks," you mutter, and he nods.

The afternoon is quiet. The sweat you worked up installing drywall is freezing on your back, but the toes of your boots are sweltering in the dry sun. You find yourself lingering for longer and longer in moments like these. It began in France, when Easy Company would eventually break in a relatively quiet town after going through hell.

You were always a bit greedy with food and personal property, everybody with siblings is, but you were never as greedy with anything else than a peaceful moment after your boots touched French soil for the very first time. Some days, it was as if your entire mind, body and soul wanted for nothing more than to lounge out in the sun and play a game of cards. You held on to those moments with a greed so intense that at times, it felt like nobody but General Taylor himself could order you away.

There are some things you need to learn to let go of, though.

“Where’s Ma?” you ask after a prolonged lapse in conversation. The question has been on your mind for some time now. Your mother's a tramp, but she usually shows her mousy face every couple weeks around the house, begging for table scraps, sometimes demanding them.

Tommy shrugs. “Hasn't been back nearly as much since you left. Last I heard -- you know how Beth is with her -- she went off to New Orleans or somewhere with a gentleman suitor. Hasn’t been back since March.”

You shake your head. “‘Course that’s where she went." You remember her waxing poetic about Mardi Gras and all of its sexual freedoms. You run a hand through your hair and wish quietly for the way Lieb would cut it. The conversation feels awkward and stilted when it shouldn't, because Tommy is your brother and you’ve known him since you were two and he was zero days old.

The air tastes uncomfortable, and humor is the only weapon you have to mask the flavor. "Anything else happen while I was gone?” you ask, half-joking.

Tommy shakes his head, the attempt at humor landing between his feet, a dud shell. “Not much has changed. You know Norma’s graduating this year, says she wants to be a movie star” -- you laugh good-naturedly at this -- “She’s got a plan and everythin’. L. A,” Tommy continues with a snort.

You open your mouth to respond but a quick shout interrupts you.

“Hey, Bug!” A couple of the other workers at the job site are approaching you. You smile curtly and nod your head. Tommy is silent while they poke and prod at you, try and get you to tell them a couple war stories.

“So tell us what it was like.”

“Did you shoot anyone?”

“You must be either brave or stupid to have volunteered to jump out of a perfectly good aeroplane.”

These are all things you've heard before, a part of the same, re-used script every man who didn't enlist carries in his back pocket.

“Hey, next time you’re down at Old Towne’s your drinks are on me, alright, hero?” That one's new, and something you're having difficulty getting used to. No one in town thinks much of your family, your mother's broke and half of you are abominations on your fathers' side, but a war hero is a war hero, you suppose. At least that's the case for you.

You say what you have to to get them to move on as quickly as possible. You don’t want to talk about any of it, you don't want to think about any of it -- you want to scrub Europe from your mind until it's the blurry memory of a night terror you only have early in the mornings, before you're fully awake.

“Alex is back in town.” Tommy says when the crowd of workers finally moves on.

You frown. “Since when?”

“Since Christmas. ‘Was all torn up when we broke the news that you’d gone, said that you were real brave and real foolish, waxed poetic about how you were worth the wait.”

You can't help the bitter laugh punched from your chest. “The wait?”

Tommy shakes his head in sympathy. “Norma chased her off before I could, and I had to hold Pat back from trying to maul her in town a couple times.”

You laugh and drop the conversation. Alex Lanchester is a jar of worms you don't want to reopen. She left you for a suit and the Big Apple two weeks before you finally confessed to enlisting.

It’s stupid to get caught up in someone like that, so you don’t. You just close your eyes and think of those lightning bugs on the Potomac and when Tommy lights up a cigarette, you keep your eyes closed and pretend they’re not Lucky Strikes.

In the winter there is ice along the Potomac. The gravel's crunch underfoot is sharper and the flow of the river is slowed to a crawl. This is an unusually cold year. The snow began in late November and hasn't stopped since.

You are standing at the edge of the water, where the ice is thick and uneven, and you watch the opposite bank for paranoid movement. You wander back to this beach often. It's changed, eerie like a mirror image of a place you once loved, but it is quiet and often empty.

You kick at the ice, watching it crumble beneath your feet, then your stomach lets you know it's growing impatient for lunch. You stare out across the Potomac for a moment longer, then turn on your heel and begin marching home.

You pass familiar landmarks as you go, all of them covered by a blanket of slushing, gray snow. There are boulders you'd played king of the hill on as a child, overgrown trails leading up to the manor sitting empty atop the hill, and the crooked oak Tommy once leapt out of, only to break his leg in two places. A faint smile pulls at the corners of your mouth when you remember how he blubbered while you dragged him home. He's taller now, and broad like an ox; he doesn’t often cry anymore.

You pause suddenly at a large willow draped over the river and the road. Its branches droop low, and are frozen to the shoreline. You almost don't recognize your own initials carved into it, next to an A.L. lovingly, painstakingly inscribed beside them.

You remember when you'd taken a knife to this tree, in your senior year of high school. There's no greater taste than love in your mouth, and Alex taught you that, kissed and kissed you and promised her life to you. You'd been convinced that the world would fold up in front of you like a red carpet, that you would never want to wash out the flavor of caramel popcorn and a promise for the future like starshine from your mouth.

You press your fingers to the damaged bark, trying to glean some sort of emotion from it, then pull your hand away as if burned. It's stupid to get caught up in a person like that, so you don't. You pull out a pack of Lucky Strikes you'd nicked off Tommy, and set a cigarette between your lips.

The taste is strong, stronger than anything you'd ever had before. It makes your eyes water, but you keep it unlit and resting against your tongue as you walk home, ignoring the way your heart throbs until you're once again staring up at your three-bedroom house, at the end of the shitty road, wondering what in the hell you're supposed to do with yourself now that you're no longer 'Gunner', but instead 'Bug' once more, like you used to be.

You don't feel much like 'Buggy' these days.

You just feel tired.

You're sitting in your bed facing the window. The radiator under it is rattling, and the heat rolling off the coils warms the front of your body. Out the window, Virginia is naked and pale under the early morning sun, and you watch as the gray forest shivers in the breeze. The chill drives you to a razor’s edge and pulls memories you'd long since drowned to the surface of a river edged with ice.

You see faces just under the surface of those dark waters, staring up at you. You blink the image away, then see half-buried foxholes from the Ardennes out your window, waiting in the treeline at the edge of the yard.

You see yourself huddled in one of them, behind your machine gun, and Joe Toye sitting next to you, griping about his feet and smoking like a chimney. His face, his hands, his voice were rough. You wanted to die wrapped up in the blanket of his stumbled, awful vocabulary. Everything about him was warm to the touch, sometimes like spring sunshine, sometimes like the lick of fire up the side of a pan.

But winter leaves a bad taste in your mouth, like the bite of iron in blood. You can't stand the flavor anymore, and with it comes this itching under your skin; discomfort, rage.

You turn away and pull open the top drawer of your bedside table, intent on finding the pack of Lucky Strikes you stole from Tommy. There is a stack of letters held together with a rubber band, some faded photographs full of blurry faces, taken in Europe, and those cigarettes.

The taste of blood in your mouth is unbearable. It tastes the same as a field of German bodies. You lick your teeth, stare at the pack, then decide you deserve the flavor. You shove the cigarettes back into the drawer so they're hiding under a photo of Second Platoon, then look back outside. It's begun to feather snow.

Winter and the holiday season are in full swing, now -- The kids are home on Christmas break, playing in the snow and bothering Beth at all hours of the day, and the world outside your home is quiet and cold. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth, like the bite of iron in blood. You can't think of anything there is to celebrate anymore, and the fact that people are celebrating at all is enough to make undeserved anger well up in your chest.

There is a pounding of feet up the old stairs that stops abruptly at the door behind you.

"Beth says breakfast is ready."

You look over your shoulder to find Em hanging from the doorway, poking her head into the bedroom. Her clothes are a clash of yellows and warm blues, and she flashes her teeth when she grins at you.

"Thanks, Sweet Em."

Her eyes light up at the name, then she bounds across the room and drapes herself over your back. You grunt when she squeezes you, her sharp chin poking into your shoulder, then laugh, and grab her arms where they're clasped in front of your throat so you can stand up with her.

"Noo!" she squeals and wraps her legs around your waist, but she lets you carry her all the way down to the table, where you let her off at her favorite chair, then take Lip's seat next hers. "Got any plans for this lovely winter break, Em?"

Em shrugs her shoulders and begins to eat her oats. “Dog and Tommy said they’d go sledding with us! Did you want to come, too?”

Your mind fills with images of foxholes and forgotten faces and your smile falters for a moment, but you work to ignore the dread sinking into your chest. You're interrupted by a shout.

“Hey, Bug! Did you really cut your hair like this? And who’re your buddies?” Ulysses comes thundering down the steps holding a picture over his head. You immediately know the one, it was taken the day before D-Day when you’d all been kitted out. Joe Toye was in it, so was Smokey and Liebgott.

Panic like anger blooms in your chest. He shouldn't be going through your things. You fix Ulysses with a look. "Give it back."

"Why?" He shrinks back, holding the picture to his chest. "It's just a picture."

He shouldn't be going through your things. Your eyes burn. You're beyond words. You leap up and try to snatch it, but Ulysses backs up the stairs, holding it behind his back. The fact that he's holding that piece of you, waving it around, unsettles something in your chest. Beth shouts something, but you don't hear her.

"Give it back, Ulysses!"

He can play with your uniform all he wants, take your loot out and parade it around his friends like he was the one to steal it, but that picture is personal. It's the last thing you have left of your buddies. You grab Ulysses by the belt and tug him towards you to try and snatch the picture from him, but he squirms in your hold. "Hey! Stop it! That hurts!"

"Then give it back!" you shout, increasingly desperate and mad, tugging until Ulysses falls back onto the stairs, shouting at you. Then Jim-boy appears at the top of the stairs, and descends then faster than you can react. He snatches the picture out of Ulysses' hands, gives him a withering look, then holds it out for you to take.

The silence that follows a firefight is unbearable. You remember that they used to call you 'Gunner'.

You feel four pairs of eyes on you. Ulysses is rubbing his elbow where he knocked it on the stairs. You look down at the picture.

It's of Second Platoon, the same one you'd thought it was. Joe Toye and Liebgott are on either side of you, smiling. You have both your hands on your ammunition bearer, Hubs', shoulders, leaning over him and you're grinning widely, your mohawk cut fresh on your head.

Guarnere is towards the back, caught shouting something over his shoulder. Smokey, Rogers, and McClung are next to each other, arms over each other's shoulders. Malarkey and Buck are arm-in-arm with big, cheesy grins. Petty's there too, and Ramirez. Popeye, Muck, Penkala. There is paint on your faces. Half of you are dead.

Your hand shakes the more you stare at it, anger and frustration rising in you until you're choked by it. "Fuck!" Half of you are dead. You feel as if you died with them. Maybe you wish you had.

You drop the photo on the floor and stalk out the back door, not bothering with shoes even though the ground is covered in snow. The dog barks happily, but you ignore him and the slap of the screen door as you head straight towards the gnarled apple tree, knowing you can sit behind it in peace. Your feet burn in the snow, but it's nothing you're not used to.

From the house you hear Beth’s low voice scolding Ulysses, but it’s not his fault. You’ve changed.

The days that follow are rough. Winter's maw opens up and deepens; swallows you whole. It snows heavily through the rest of the week. You spend the meat of your days working, and the lean margins down at the Potomac, staring at the river ice and the faces just beneath the surface.

Now it is well past sunset, and it is cold. The white of the snow and clouds reflect the distant city lights, creating an eerie, lilac, never-ending twilight that surrounds you, holds its breath and watches your every move.

Bastogne never had any color; it was just gray. In Virginia, the winter is steeped in purples and pinks when night falls, and during the day it is powder fresh and bluebird soft.

You're sitting on a frozen log, throwing rocks at the river ice when you hear the sharp crunch of gravel behind you. You jump violently at the sound but don’t turn to see who it is even when your instincts scream for you to. A part of you wants to wait and see if they'll give up without acknowledgement, dreading any interaction, and another part doesn't care anymore.

"It's been a while." After a prolonged silence, a familiar voice rings out in the silence of winter. It is singular and friendly. Alex dusts the snow off a bit of log next to you, and smooths her skirt as she takes a seat beside you.

You continue to stare across the river, ignoring the faces in favor of searching for Krauts now. You're not quite sure why, but you're not surprised she's here.

Beside you, Alex digs the toe of her boot into the snow covered gravel, then asks, "how long have you been back in town?"

Your mouth is dry. "Since August,” you say reluctantly.

She sighs. "You never came to see me."

Her tone rubs against you like a cat asking for its chin to be scratched, then tests its claws in your chest. You remind yourself to be mad-- "Yeah, well, you left me first--" But you're not. You're not upset with her. Maybe you were, in the beginning, but you're not anymore. You don't think you could be even if you tried. You're so far removed from that heartbreak, it seems insignificant after everything you've done and seen.

"Can't say I blame you for being angry," Alex says frankly.

You roll your stiff shoulders and heave a sigh. You're past giving a damn. You bounce another rock off the river ice, then rub your chapped hands together. It might just be the way the light bounces off the snow, but sometimes you can still feel, see, smell the blood on them. You can still taste it. They are red. You work your jaw around a phantom piece of spearmint gum, then wish for the bitter taste of Lucky Strikes.

“What happened?” Alex asks.

You stare hard at the ground. "I went to war."

"No," she laughs humorlessly, then gestures to your hands. "What happened?"

You follow her gaze down to your hand, and it takes you a moment to realize she's not talking about the blood, but your scars. They are raised, irregular and uncomfortable. You stare at your skin for a moment, then hide your hands between your knees. "Burned myself with the barrel of my machine gun." Your nails cut your palm as you first your hands, and your mouth runs before you can catch it. "Had no choice but to bare-hand it. Doc patched me up afterward, said I was lucky that it wasn't as bad as it could've been."

She is quiet, then remarks, “Sounds painful.”

You are not yourself. You feel a sudden urge to correct her. "It didn't hurt till the morning -- I didn't even notice it to begin with."

There is more, just waiting on the tip of your tongue to be spilled. You haven't so much as breathed a word of the war in the months you've been home, so why is the urge to speak so uncontrollable now?

"It happened the same day my first assistant gunner died right beside me, a direct hit with a bazooka round, had his guts sprayed all over me and everything, and I didn't know till the morning. Joe had to pull me outta the foxhole, all covered in gore and that's when this--" you hold up your arm-- "happened, or a little afterwards, you know, when we finally got into the town we'd been trying to liberate. Fucking Nazis."

You look up to find Alex watching you with pity. You turn to watch the river instead. There is movement in the dark forest across the way. You squeeze your knees and shake your head. There aren't any Krauts anymore.

“Never mind.” “It must have been hell over there.”

"It wasn't."

"What?" she asks.

"It was," you amend. You realize that you don't know how long you've been sitting out here in the cold. It must be well past dinner. You pat your knees and make to stand with a huff. “Well, I gotta go. Beth won’t like it if I’m out after dark for too long. She barely lets me outta her sight anyways.”

“I missed you, you know," Alex says suddenly, voice wobbly.

You glance over at her, then back across the river at the Krauts and Bitterness returns. “I’m sure you did. Everyone misses the war hero.”

“No,” she says, “I mean I missed you. You. Breaking it off with you was the biggest mistake I ever made.”

You close your eyes, and even though you're standing in the exact spot you once had, before you'd gone off to war, a toy soldier, you can't picture this beach the way it had once been. But you remember Joe Toye, when he'd held you in that foxhole in France, rocked you, whispered right in your ear that you'd be okay.

"You know--" you start to say, then are forced to stop when your voice shakes with emotion you didn't know you felt. You swallow thickly, and blink your wet eyes. "You know, burning my hand or even losing Hubs wasn't the worst part of that day."

Alex looks up, but you stare at your hands. There is blood on them, and now you're sure it's not just the lilac sky. "It was knowing I killed those Germans. A whole platoon. I mowed down a whole platoon of Krauts with just a single gun -- and they were just kids, you know, like Hubs -- Like Dog. Just like him!

"I got a medal for it, they fucking congratulated me, said I was real brave. Crazy thing to tell a murderer, ain't it?"

There is a brief silence, then Alex sighs.

"Merry Christmas," she says sardonically, and it confuses you for a moment until you realize that today is Christmas. December twenty-fifth. What an arbitrary date. You remember how she used to be so adamant you celebrate it with her.

"Merry Christmas," you breathe, hollow. You feel her eyes on you for a moment, then she directs her gaze back out over the Potomac, and you wonder if she's looking for Krauts too, the way Joe would.

You wish for a flare. You wish for Tommy's Lucky Strikes to burn your tongue on. You try and fight the tears, but you're just so goddamn tired. You're more Gunner than you ever were Bug now, and Gunner is so goddamn tired. Why is that?

Your weak knees force you to take a seat on the log once more, and you drop your head into your hands, aware of Alex and how she is watching you, pitying you. Joe would never look at you like that.

You heave a quiet, shaky sob at that thought. How are you ever supposed to be Bug again? Since you were Gunner when you leapt to your death in Normandy? Since you were Gunner when you killed in cold blood for your buddies? Since you were Gunner when Joe Toye would hold you and make you forget about everything but him and his goddamn lightning bug eyes? Since you were Gunner when you heard the crack of a bat, then the news that the war would be over, for good this time.

You try and stifle the way you cry into your hands, but you can't. It is like the rain in Virginia: Absolute. A firestorm. You can't control the way your body shakes with each rattling, frozen breath. Your vision blurs to nothing and you dig the heels of your palms so hard into your eyes you see spots.

You barely realize what's happening when Alex wraps an arm around your back and leans into you, holding you tight to her chest. She's warm, and not as solid as Joe, but she is a startlingly welcome comfort nonetheless. As long as she stays quiet, you can even pretend that It's Joe Toye holding you instead, in Bastogne, whispering to himself and singing that stupid Billie Holiday song he was so obsessed with.

But you didn't love Joe Toye. He tasted like Lucky Strikes and hellfire and the twilight lit up by flares, drifting like lightning bugs in the sky. His river was not the same as your river from memory but it's all you can seem to think about these days. That night in France, when you'd been so close to something, but afraid to grasp it. Why can't you forget that night, like the rest of the war?

This makes you cry harder.

You didn't love Joe Toye, but you loved Alex a lifetime ago. Before all of this, you'd been in love, carved your initials next to hers in a tree and promised each other the rest of your long lives.

This is one thing you know for certain: Joe Toye did not taste like love, but Alex tasted like starshine and caramel popcorn and first dates and first loves and hurt and broken promises and it turns your stomach the way your fifth candy apple does but you want it anyways.

You fucking want it anyways.

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Happy Birthday Toshinori Yagi / All Might!

To celebrate the Symbol of Peace's birthday, here is my take on Toshinori's potential astrology natal chart, complete with explanations and reasoning. Buckle up for the highly specific, mashing up two niche interests post that literally no one asked for.

For BNHA Fans:

I will do my absolute best to explain the chart below step-by-step. If there's anything you want to know more about, feel free to ask or consult an online resource with the terms I used.

All the placements I've chosen are based on what we know in canon. Any new information we receive in canon may change this post.

The only official astrology information we have in canon is Toshinori's Sun sign, which is Gemini based on his June 10th birthday. (I'll get into this.)

After looking at some of the Sun signs Horikoshi gave to different characters, I'm convinced the man knows at least a little bit about astrology because they're very on point for everyone.

For Astrologers:

I only focused on the seven personal planets, even though I believe the generational planets have a big impact on the BNHA universe. It was just more than I could focus on.

I did not bother with the decans other than to vaguely have a sense of it, especially for the angles. I messed a few up slightly.

I also did not bother with retrogrades, even though I suspect Toshinori has one or two (I suspect Mars in particular).

I use Whole Sign Houses. To calculate houses, start with the AC, then move one sign counter-clockwise for each house. (Here, Leo is the 1st, Virgo is the 2nd, etc.)

For the moment of truth...

Toshinori Yagi's Astrology Natal Chart

(Yes, I drew it by hand. I'll zoom in for specific parts)

Sun, Moon, Rising

Since the only piece of information we have to work with from canon is Toshinori's Sun sign, let's start there.

The bigger circle surrounding the smaller circle represents Toshinori's Sun. Born on June 10th, this makes him a Gemini Sun. The Sun represents the ego, how the outer world sees us, and Geminis are very talkative, sociable, playful, and charming, but can be reluctant to engage with deeper feelings and are often restless for activity. As far as an astrological starting point goes, well done, Horikoshi. These themes clearly show up in Toshinori/All Might's external identity, and as I'll share, it plays a big part in his career, too, since I put it in the 11th house of community and serving others. (Note that conjunct MC, astrologers.) Next, let's talk about Toshinori's Moon.

This is the symbol for the moon. I feel pretty strongly that Toshinori has an Aquarius Moon. The moon represents our emotions, our inner life, and sometimes our mother. Aquarius is all about society, community, an unconventional way of doing things, and an idealism for what could be. Aquarius' often feel a push and pull between needing independence and needing to connect with others emotionally and intellectually. Not only does this seem to cover Toshinori's inner life well, but his mother figure served those ideals, too. Let's move on to the Rising Sign, also known as the AC. The Rising Sign indicates what sign was on the horizon at the time someone was born.

I placed his Rising Sign in Leo for two reasons. First, Leo is ruled by the Sun, and since Toshinori clearly embodies many of the traits of his Sun sign, it made sense to double down on that. Second, Leo Rising perfectly places his Sun in the 11th house of friendship, community, hopes and wishes, and social goals.

Mercury and Venus

Moving on to Mercury and Venus, these two planets go well together because they have rules about their distance from the Sun. Mercury can never be more than one sign away from the Sun, while Venus can never be more than two signs away due to their physical proximity to the Sun from our viewpoint on Earth.

First, Mercury.

Mercury is the symbol next to the Sun that (ironically) looks like it has bunny ears. Mercury indicates how we communicate things and how we learn. It is at home in Gemini, and people with a Gemini Mercury are often witty and knowledgeable. With it so close to the Sun and the Midheaven (which we'll get to later), it indicates how much his words were a part of his "brand" in his career, both through catchphrases and through frequent media appearances.

Now, Venus.

This was probably the toughest one to place for me (and for the astrologers paying close attention, I probably placed the degree too far from the Sun, my bad). I decided to put it in Aries in the 9th house for a couple of reasons.

First, Venus rules Toshinori's 10th house of career, and the 9th house represents, among other things, international travel and higher education. All Might's career was largely based on his time studying abroad and branding himself with symbolism from a country other than his own. Venus also represents things we love and our creative energy, and All Might clearly has a love of all things American.

Then, I placed Venus in Aries because Aries is ruled by Mars. It's a sign and planet of action, demonstrating Toshinori's drive in his career. However, Mars is also a planet that is considered violent, symbolizing war and things that literally cut. This pairs well with where I've placed Mars as shown below.

Mars

Alright, Mars is important canon-wise. As I just mentioned from Venus, Mars is a planet that cuts, which indicates war. And I've placed it in Cancer, which is Toshinori's 12th house. The 12th house, among other things, indicates service, sacrifice, mental health, and enemies. Toshinori literally sacrificed himself, his body, his life, by fighting a long-time enemy, an enemy he trained years to fight (hello again, 9th house Venus). Cancer is ruled by the Moon, which pairs well with his sense of service, too, since it's in Aquarius.

Jupiter and Saturn

Here's where we get into the meat of canon.

Jupiter first.

Jupiter is at home in Pisces, a sign that's all about dreams, saving the world, charitable giving, but also elusiveness. Jupiter, meanwhile is one of the best planets in Toshinori's chart, not only because it's in Pisces, but because Jupiter is all about good fortune, blessings, and opportunities. I've put it in the 8th house, which, among other things, signifies things that are inherited. That's right, my take on Toshinori's astrology indicates him getting One for All.

Planets in the 8th house can also indicate how someone handles a crisis, and Jupiter gives Toshinori the strength and positive attitude to handle a crisis well.

Finally, Saturn.

Saturn is like the Dad of the sky, indicating structure, discipline, and order. I've put it in Sagittarius, which is Toshinori's 5th house. Jupiter also rules Sagittarius, doubling down on the power of Jupiter in his chart. More importantly, the 5th house represents children and other ways we leave our legacy in the world. Saturn in the 5th house often indicates people who raise children that are not their own. This can be through adoption, step-parenting, or... mentorships. Hello, Izuku!

People with Saturn in the 5th house also are not inclined to relax, choosing to work more in lieu of leisure time.

What about all those lines?

Alright, I admittedly don't want to get too much into the aspect lines (the red and blue ones) because that goes more in-depth than I wanted, but they are purposeful. If you're interested in aspects, I encourage you to look up Squares, Trines, and Oppositions in particular.

I will mention the Midheaven, though. The Midheaven (MC) is the highest point in the sky, but not an actual physical body.

The MC represents a person's calling or vocation. If the Midheaven is not in the 10th house of career, it imports the themes of the house its placed in into someone's career. I've placed it again in Toshinori's 11th house of community since that's obviously a big part of his career. I also did that because the MC is always countered by the IC, which indicates someone's home and family life. Tumblr won't let me add another image, but if you go back up to Saturn, you can see the IC is also in Toshinori's 5th house, doubling down on the idea that mentor/mentee relationships play a big part in his sense of family.

As one final note, some of you may have noticed that I did place the north and south node in Toshinori's chart in the 5th and 11th house respectively. I won't get into detail here, but I wanted to give you the term in case you wanted to look it up. It's actually pretty significant this year, though, because the nodes indicate which signs eclipses happen in for that year, and it just so happens that there is a Solar Eclipse in Gemini today!

There you have it! I hope you enjoyed my wildly specific birthday post for Toshinori Yagi, better known as All Might. I'm wishing the happiest of birthdays to our favorite sunflower!

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the-owl-house-tarot-cards · 3 years

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Well, here is the post clarifying my thought process for the next few cards and the characters I'm unsure on. (Hope you'll enjoy it and that you may can help me with the decisions.)

Here are the remaining cards I still need to do (four of the cards I've already decided on a character/event with 99% certainty, regarding the rest I'm quite torn on which character/event/object I want to depict):

• The Magician (Card 1)

• The Hermit (Card 9)

• Justice (Card 11)

• The Hanged Man (Card 12)

• Death (Card 13) -> The Titan (probably)

• The Devil (Card 15)

• The Star (Card 17)

• The Moon (Card 18) -> Amity Blight

• The Sun (Card 19) -> Luz Noceda (I am waiting for the reveal of her palisman)

• Judgement (Card 20) -> The Day of Unity (probably)

• The World (Card 21)

[Note: Firstly, I'm not an expert in Tarot, so not everything will be 100% correct (especially due to the fact that Tarot is highly symbolic). Secondly, I'm using the Rider Waite deck, so the characters I chose are mostly fitting the description of that deck.]

Now, let's get to the potential candidates and my reasoning behind them.

Card 1 — The Magician

Keywords of "The Magician":

• UPRIGHT: Manifestation, resourcefulness, power, inspired action, willpower, desire, creation, skill, ability, concentration

• REVERSED: Manipulation, poor planning, untapped talents, wasted talent, cunning, trickery, illusions, deception, out of touch

First of all, I need to explain some symbolism regarding this card. In this card the four suits of tarot are shown (wands, pentacles, cups, sword). Each one stands for one of the classical four elements (wands = fire , pentacles = earth, cups = water, sword = air) and represents how the Magician is a master of the elements ("he has all the tools (and elements) he needs to manifest his intentions into being"). This of course would translate to (elemental) glyph magic and a master of glyphs.

Candidates for "The Magician":

• Luz Noceda — Luz wants to be a witch aka a magic user. She rediscovered glyph magic and is very skilled in using glyph magic. Also, a snake is usally depicted in this card (which might be Luz's palisman).

• Eda Clawthorne — Eda is (or at least was) one of the most powerful magic users on the Boiling Isles. She was a master of all kinds of magic and currently learns glyph magic. Eda can also be deceptive and manipulative. Her plans aren't always the best, but she's still very cunning and skilled.

• Augustus "Gus" Porter — Despite his young age, Gus is a very skilled witch (especially or rather mainly in illusion magic). In "Through the Looking-Glass Ruins" he felt down and how he felt like he was useless and wasted his talent. Also in this episode, Gus started to use glyph magic which he could still used later down the line.

• Hunter — Hunter is a very skilled person, both physically and in regards to his magical abilities. He also can be manipulative and deceptive (as shown in his appearances so far). He is also interested in wild magic and knows about 'elemental magic used in the Savage Ages'. Not to mention the potential of him learning glyph magic.

• Philip Wittebane — Mostly for his potential as a character and the fact given that he must have learned some sort of magic (probably glyph magic) during his life on the Boiling Isles.

Card 9 — The Hermit

Keywords of "The Hermit":

• UPRIGHT: Self-reflection, introspection, contemplation, withdrawal, solitude, search for self, search for truth, inner guidance, being alone

• REVERSED: Loneliness, isolation, withdrawal, recluse, being anti-social, rejection, lost your way, returning to society

Candidates for "The Hermit":

• Eda Clawthorne — Eda lived a long period of her life in solitude and isolation. She had to do a lot of introspection in order to get where she is now. This card also sometimes represents a mentor figure and is sometimes considered the mature and wiser version of "The Magician".

• Hunter — Hunter is quite a lonely character that needs to do a lot of introspection. Also, he has potential to fit this card quite well.

• Philip Wittebane — Mostly for his potential as a character.

• "King's Father" — He seems to travel alone in a chariot, so the descriptive term 'hermit' does seem to fit. This card often depicts a star which fits the astronomical symbolism found in King's orginal home. There is also a lot of potential for him as a character. (We really don't know much about this guy, so he's kinda a wild card.)

Card 11 — Justice

Keywords of "Justice":

• UPRIGHT: Justice, fairness, truth, cause and effect, law, clarity, karma, consequence, honesty, integrity

• REVERSED: Unfairness, lack of accountability, unaccountability, dishonesty, injustice, retribution, corruption

Candidates for "Justice":

• Augustus "Gus" Porter — Gus is a very juste and morally good character as we see in "Through the Looking-Glass Ruins". He has a very explicit moral compass in that episode, though he isn't flawless in that regard as shown in "Something Ventured, Someone Framed".

• Warden Wrath — He works as an enforcer for the Emperor's Coven.

• The Coven Heads — Mostly for their potential as a characters.

• The Emperor's Coven — They are basically the police system of the Boiling Isles, just extremely corrupt and founded/controlled by Emperor Belos.

• "Statue of Hekate" (S1E19)

Card 12 — The Hanged Man

Keywords of "The Hanged Man":

• UPRIGHT: Pause, surrender, letting go, new perspectives, sacrifice, release, martyrdom, waiting, uncertainty, lack of direction, contemplation

• REVERSED: Delays, resistance, stalling, indecision, needless sacrifice, fear of sacrifice, avoiding sacrifice, disinterest, stagnation, standstill, apathy

Candidates for "The Hanged Man":

• Augustus "Gus" Porter — Gus did sacrifice quite a bit during his episodes like "Something Ventured, Someone Framed" and "Through the Looking-Glass Ruins". In the latter episode, he expressed the desire to learn new kinds of magic.

• Raine Whispers — Raine sacrificed themself for Eda in "Eda's Requiem" and created the BATS, a resistance movement against the Emperor. So, they fit quite well.

• King — Mostly for his potential as a character.

• Hunter — Mostly for his potential as a character (e.g. Titan Sacrifice Theory).

• The Bat Queen — Mostly for her potential as a character.

• "King's Father" — Mostly for his potential as a character.

Card 15 — The Devil

Keywords of "The Devil":

• UPRIGHT: Shadow self, attachment, oppression, addiction, obsession, dependency, excess, powerlessness, limitations, restriction, sexuality

• REVERSED: Independence, freedom, revelation, release, releasing limiting beliefs, reclaiming power, reclaiming control, exploring dark thoughts, detachment

For people who do not have much knowledge of tarot and this card, I should explain something. This card does NOT stand for a literal devil or an evil person. The most common and basic description for the card is about an unhealthy bond with someone or something that's (usually) not for the greater good like an addiction, an obession or a toxic relationship. This card also symbolizes instant gratification, even if it is at the expense of your long-term well-being.

Candidates for "The Devil":

• Hunter — Hunter has clearly a very unhealthy bond with Emperor Belos. This is especially shown in "Eclipse Lake" and how badly the relationship to Belos affects him (Hunter literally dug his own grave due to the negative influence Belos had on his sense of worth). Also, both the upright and reversed keywords of this card do fit him quite well. He is a powerless witch that works for the restrictive and opressive Emperor's Coven and is dependent on Emperor Belos in regards to his own self-worth. And we know from "Hunting Palismen" that Hunter wishes some personal freedom and independence for himself (especially regarding his future). There is also the potential of Hunter's possible redemption arc in S2B and his breakaway from Belos.

• Emperor Belos — Emperor Belos is a dictator that causes a lot of opression and limitations on the Boiling Isles. His relationships with characters like Lilith, Kikimora and Hunter and his treatment towards them is quite unhealthy and even abusive. He himself is also very dependent on the essence found within palismen for his well-being. (So, most of the upright keywords fit him quite well.)

• Alador & Odalia Blight — Like Emperor Belos, Amity's parents are quite unhealthy people to be around (especially Odalia). This was shown in regards to their treatment of Amity. They also seem to be quite materialistic which this card can symbolize.

• The Titan — Mostly for his potential as a character and his design.

• "King's Father" — Mostly for his potential as a character and his design (a horned demon with wings).

Card 17 — The Star

Keywords of "The Star":

• UPRIGHT: Hope, faith, purpose, renewal, spirituality, rejuvenation, inspiration, positivity, healing

• REVERSED: Lack of faith, faithlessness, discouragement, despair, hopelessness, self-trust, disconnection, insecurity, negativity, despondent

Candidates for "The Star":

• King — King is quite interesting character. We know his hopes in regards of meeting his father. He also felt a lot despair and distress due to absence of his father. In his original home, there is also a lot of astronomical symbolism like stars.

• Augustus "Gus" Porter — Gus is a very positive character. And he has insecurities and he felt discouraged in "Through the Looking-Glass Ruins".

• Hunter — In "Eclipse Lake" Hunter is shown in his most despaired state so far, as well as his mindset in regards to one's purpose. He has also a lot of potential as a character.

Card 21 — The World

Keywords of "The World":

• UPRIGHT: Completion, fulfilment, wholeness, integration, achievement, accomplishment, travel, sense of belonging, harmony

• REVERSED: Incompletion, feeling incomplete, seeking personal closure, lack of closure, lack of achievement, short-cuts, delays, emptiness

Candidates for "The World":

• The Boiling Isles — The main setting of the series.

• The Titan — The Titan makes up the Boiling Isles which is the main setting of the series.

• The Bat Queen — Mostly for her potential as a character and her design.

• "The Collector" — Mostly for her potential as a character and her design.

If any of you have other suggestions regarding the remaining cards and the placement of the characters, please let me know. I would love to hear your ideas. :)

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margueritehall · 3 years

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CAN YOU SEE RIGHT THROUGH ME? - YMCULC

all the king's horses, all the king's men, couldn’t put me together again

( the archer ; taylor swift )

marguerite ( maggie ) brynn hall, the gentle bad-ass

“ show me a hero and i’ll write you a tragedy. ”

― f. scott fitzgerald

– BASIC INFORMATION –

» full name: marguerite brynn hall

» nicknames: maggie, mags, margie

» age: twenty seven ( at time of snap ), thirty two ( at time of blip )

» birthday: january eighth, nineteen-ninety-one, ten fifty-five in the morning

» birthplace: philadelphia, pennsylvania

» zodiac sign: capricorn sun, libra moon, aries ascendent

» current residence: new york, new york

» gender: cis female

» occupation: social worker for the stark relief foundation displaced children division, later avenger trainee

– HEALTH –

» physical health: overall, maggie is in excellent health. she works out most weekday mornings and tends to eat a balanced diet. she doesn’t drink too often or smoke at all. she knows that her health conscious habits stem from her need to control everything that she is able to but that doesn’t stop her from being set in her ways.

» scars: she has several small scars from various bumps and scrapes but there is a sizeable scar on the front of her left shoulder from a car accident while she was a freshman in college. a driver t-boned her small sedan in an intersection when she was on her way home from a final exam. when she woke up in the hospital, with both of her parents at her bedside, she had stitches stretching approximately three inches from her clavicle towards her upper arm.

» broken (any) bones: surprisingly, despite being quite active, maggie hasn’t ever broken a bone. she’s quite graceful from taking dance classes since she could walk until she graduated high school.

– MENTAL HEALTH –

» extrovert or introvert: since getting older, maggie has become comfortable with the knowledge that she is a relatively private person. when she was younger, she enjoyed being in crowds however, she now tends to retract into her shell when surrounded by too many people.

» logical or creative: maggie is incredibly logical; she is very formulaic in her thought patterns. when it comes to problem solving, maggie has all but got it down to a science which can be effective but she’d be incorrect to say it was without fault.

» optimist or pessimist: neither term seems to describe the woman very well; she feels as though she’d call herself a realist. the world has let her down more times than she can count so she makes an effort to always adjust her expectations towards the most-likely event.

» phobias / fears:

» problems: maggie was diagnosed with obsessive-compulsive personality disorder and generalized anxiety disorder when she was sixteen. she goes through occasional bouts of depression but she doesn’t find it to be chronic. though undiagnosed, following the death of her parents, she experiences the effects of post-traumatic stress.

– PERSONALITY –

» goals / dreams: maggie has always wanted to improve the world around her. when she was a little girl, she told her parents that she wanted to be the first doctor to go to space. when she found out that she’d have to be in space for months at a time, she quickly changed her plans. the brain always fascinated her and so she dove headfirst into her newfound passion. following the deaths of her parents, maggie wanted to help others like she wished that she had been and so she, once more, switched gears and went into social work.

» quirks / habits: maggie is a creature of habit. each morning, she wakes up and opens the curtains around the house before pouring herself a cup of cold brew coffee with cinnamon syrup and oat milk. she makes her bed and begins her day. when she gets home from work, she turns on her fairy lights and fans before removing her makeup and changing in to cozy clothes. as for quirks, maggie wouldn’t say she has any but her friends would be quick to point out her concentration face-- whenever she gets deep in to a hard task, her eyebrows screw up tightly and her lips purse. she doesn’t like to look in mirrors when the room is dark, she only gets out of bed on the left side, and she habitually sings in the shower even when she isn’t home alone.

» likes: precipitative weather like rain storms or snow ( especially thunderstorms ), vinyl records, lighting candles and allowing them to light the room, cooking or baking anything from scratch, old books with notes in the margin from an owner long forgotten, astronomy and any associated phenomena ( especially eclipses and meteor showers ), fleetwood mac and other classic rock icons, acts of service from loved ones, dogs with smushed faces, taylor swift, watching films (or rewatching films, whether new or old), freshly brewed tea, watching the sun set and staying awake to see it rise again, wisteria vines twisting around a fence, ‘casablanca’, f. scott fitzgerald novels, anything that is a dusty shade of sage green, tom hanks, vanilla bean ice cream (not french vanilla), using a polaroid camera to capture a moment, iced coffee with cinnamon, the beach during winter when the northern shores get a little bit icy, long drives at night with the windows down, sitting on the roof in a companionable silence with a loved one, the color of deep maroon rust, cozy throw blankets and an unnecessary amount of pillows on the couch and bed

» dislikes: too much physical touch, indifference or apathy in the face of injustice, the deafening sound of crickets and cicadas at night, showing any signs of vulnerability, open-toed shoes, powdery or floral scents, olives, thin pillows, overhead lighting (lamps only, thank you very much), lack of a routine, being unable to read situations and prepare adequately, not feeling in control of any situation, harlequin novels, ladybugs and any other insects, disorganization (physically or emotionally.)

» flaws: she feels the need to always be the strong one that she often doesn’t allow herself the freedom to feel without pushing it down. she has a habit of not letting people in, especially people who are new to her, and even when she does, she is always terrified that she’ll lose them like she’s lost most other people that she loved. she is a control freak and can sometimes be a little boss.

– FAMILY –

» parents: ; phillip hugh hall ( father / pierce brosnan ) ; allison marie hall née clark ( mother / jamie lee curtis )

» maternal grandparents: ; richard ernest clark ( grandfather / tony curtis ) ; virginia ruth clark née franklin ( grandmother / janet leigh )

» paternal grandparents: ; hugh alexander hall ( grandfather / kris kristofferson ) ; marguerite joan hall née green ( grandmother / ellen burstyn )

» sibling(s): n/a

» children: n/a

– APPEARANCE –

» height: five feet, two inches

» weight: one hundred fifteen pounds

» eyes: maggie’s eyes are one of her most striking features. the espresso brown orbs are speckled with golden flecks; they’re a rounded, almost almond shape.

» hair: her hair is chestnut brown and it has a tendency to gleam copper and slightly golden when the light reflects off of it. for the majority of her life, she had a tendency of keeping the gentle waves cropped into a side-parted, blunt bob that rested just above her shoulders. she typically wore her hair straight or blown out. following the snap, she allowed it to grow out beyond its typical length. she keeps it trimmed to just below her shoulder blades with a set of wispy curtain bangs to compliment the natural waves that she now maintains.

» face and complexion: maggie has a light skin tone that tans in the sun. she has no freckles on her face but has quite a few down her chest and arms; none of them are very dark. she has a round face which can almost be cherubic but as she’s gotten older, she has developed a sharp jawline that makes her look more mature despite her stature. her rounded almond eyes are lined with thick, dark lashes. she has a small button nose that pinches minutely at its tip as it turns slightly upwards. her brows are full and straight with only a slight arch. she has full cheeks with small dimples that frame her smile. maggie’s lips are typically tinted a red berry shade; her bottom lip is slightly more voluminous than its top counterpart which is home to a sharp cupid’s bow.

» build: maggie is petite, to say the least. she stands just slightly over five feet tall and weighs just over one hundred pounds. though slim, her figure is a narrow hourglass. despite her size, she’s quite agile and strong. years of channeling all of her emotions in to ballet as a child caused a habit that has yet to die. when she feels the need to get rid of excess emotion, she runs or attends a fitness class to channel that away.

» defining marks: when she was eighteen, maggie and her best friend poppy got matching tattoos. on the inside of her left wrist, there is a small crescent moon to match a sun on poppy’s. following her parents death, she got a second tattoo and on the inside of her upper arm, close to the crook of her elbow, there is one of two ravens perched on a branch. several months after the blip, she got another tattoo. on her right side, on her ribs under her bra-line, there’s a small star housed within four concentric circles.

» dress style: maggie’s fashion sense is on the border between classic and trendy. she doesn’t stray too far away from her comfort zone or wear too many patterns. she tends to stick to jewel tones and neutrals. for her work, her style tends to be business casual-- typically a blouse with a skirt or wide legged trousers and a heel. when she’s at home, an oversized sweater and leggings or pajama shorts are her go-to uniform. if she’s out running errands, she loves a flowy skirt or a pair of mom jeans with one of her dad’s old, classic band tees. her shoes are typically a revolving door of plain keds or converse, ankle boots, or a small heel.

» faceclaim: jenna louise coleman

– ROMANTIC & SEXUAL –

» marital status: she is unmarried.

» sexual preference: although maggie is primarily heterosexual, she’s never been closed off to the idea of dating anyone of the same gender if she found that she was attracted to them.

» ever had sex: she had sex for the first time when she was a freshman in college; it was with her boyfriend at the time, nicholas gray. as she’s gotten older, she has had a variety of companions-- some were romantic partners, several one-night-stands, and two attempted friends-with-benefits arrangements.

» opinion on sex: maggie isn’t ashamed to say that she enjoys sex and the freeing feeling that comes with it.

» opinion on relationships: although she likes the idea of a relationship, maggie’s fear of not being in control makes it difficult to maintain one. before the snap, she had only been in one long-term relationship which she abruptly ended after the death of her parents. she found that it was easier to try and turn off her feelings than to deal with them as everything in her life changed. since graduating with her second degree, maggie has been trying to open herself back up to dating and the possibility of a relationship.

» turn ons: the feeling of someone brushing her hair off of her face, being praised, bravery, kindness, interlacing fingers when holding hands, a genuine smile, sincerity, strong hands, bright eyes, taller men, a strong jawline, delicate kisses that gradually deepen into something more, kisses down the neck, deep conversations and debates, cologne that isn’t overpowering

» turn offs: sleazy behavior, apathy towards important issues, party-scene demeanor, bragging, lying, being late, ill-fitting clothes, lacking ambition or drive for moving forward

» past relationships: ; nicholas gray ( first love / ben barnes )

» current relationship: ; n/a

» future relationship: ; steve rogers ( tbd / chris evans ) ; bucky barnes ( tbd / sebastian stan )

– FRIENDSHIP –

» big group of friends or several close friends: maggie would rather have a smaller quantity of people in her life with better quality relationships than to have a large group of friends that she feels as though she doesn’t know.

» best friend: maggie was a relatively lonely child; she spent a lot of her time reading and imagining her life in other worlds. she had some friends but none that ever ventured further than the occasional hangout. when she was a freshman in highschool, she sat next to poppy stewart on their first day of orientation and the two have been inseparable ever since.

» ever lied to a friend: she’s told white lies when necessary but she’s never lied about something earth-shattering.

» the most horrible thing they did to a friend: when maggie broke up with nicholas, she left him a letter on his pillow before she left his apartment one morning. she avoided his calls afterwards and didn’t speak to him for several weeks until he came to her apartment to try and work things out. later in her life, maggie felt extremely guilty that she wasn’t able to confide in poppy about steve’s plan until after he had already left.

» list of friends - ; poppy stewart ( best friend / annie murphy / @petalsofpoppys ) ; pepper potts ( boss, friend / gwenyth paltrow ) ; tony stark ( boss, family friend / robert downey jr ) ; natasha romanoff ( co-worker, close friend / scarlett johansson ) ; steve rogers ( co-worker, friend, boyfriend / chris evans ) ; bucky barnes ( friend, lover, boyfriend / sebastian stan ) ; sam wilson ( friend / anthony mackie ) ; wanda maximoff ( future friend / elizabeth olsen ) ; monica rambeau ( future friend / teyonah parris )

– MORALITY –

» ever been drunk: the first time that maggie got drunk was her senior year of high school; she was at a house party with poppy and she since vowed to never touch any drink with ‘punch’ in the name, ever again.

» lied to a significant other: following the death of her parents, maggie never disclosed her tumultuous emotions to nicholas and so he was blindsided when she left him on one random morning. with an apologetic note of a goodbye, maggie made sure no trace was left behind when she slipped from the apartment in to the warm summer breeze.

» cheated on significant other: maggie would never cheat on a partner. she would rather end things than break someone’s trust in her.

» gotten into a fight: she’s never gotten in to a physical altercation but following her move in to the avenger’s compound, natasha and steve helped to train her tactically. after she moved back to the city, bucky takes up the position of being her trainer.

» deepest regret: not telling her parents how much she looked up to both of them before they died.

» religion: maggie was not raised to be religious. her parents always emphasized the importance of trying to be morally good whenever you could. she identifies as an atheist.

– MISCELLANEOUS –

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» character inspiration: leia organa (star wars trilogy), alex parrish (quantico), emma swan (once upon a time), amy pond (doctor who), buffy summers (buffy the vampire slayer), emily prentiss (criminal minds), lily evans (harry potter)

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