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suzukiblu · 8 months

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more pocket-sized soulmates from @bucky-boychik-barnes's Pockets AU:

Tim's Pocket refuses to wear a mask, which is an issue. He doesn't want to wear the tiny wire-rimmed glasses either, or even change out of his weird straps-and-belts version of the Superman suit into . . . literally anything else, at this point. Tim would take anything else. They've given him options, but he's refused them all. He won't take off the costume.

Also he won't stop flying around the cave like a bat out of hell, and it's seriously annoying.

"Have you successfully selected a name for your Pocket, Master Tim?" Alfred inquires as he pours everyone tea at the table while Bruce is staring assessingly at Tim's Pocket, including four little Pocket-sized cups' worth–one for Bruce's Cat ("Kitty" to the tabloids), one each for Dick's Red and Star, and one for Tim's . . . whoever.

Alfred doesn't have a Pocket of his own. Tim's always felt too awkward to ask about it.

And Jason never got a Pocket at all.

"No, not yet," Tim says, because the whole no-mask/yes-cape issue has been a lot more immediately concerning than naming him. He can't take a Pocket Superman home to his dad. Pocket Clark Kent is going to be bad enough.

Assuming Tim's Pocket ever puts the stupid glasses on, anyway.

"You should get on that," Dick advises as he picks up his teacup with an appreciative nod of thanks to Alfred and takes a sip. "Red got really mad at me when I didn't name her right away. I mean, like, naming Pockets is so . . . outsider, you know? And kinda gilly, too. But that's how Babs grew up, obviously, and I don't know how they did it on Krypton, but Uncle Clark was raised by gadje too, so . . ."

Tim understood absolutely none of that, but just nods like he did and makes a note to go do some research later.

"Sure," he says, just hoping he can convince his Pocket to ditch the damn cape sooner than later. Red wheels her tiny wheelchair over to the Pockets' nicely-set little tea table and ignores Star floating down to land in the seat across from her. They don't usually get along very well, which is a little weird to see in Pockets who didn't come from people who are, like, on the literal opposite ends of the ethical spectrum, especially ones that belong to the same person, but they both settle in all the same. Cat does an artful flip off of Bruce's caped shoulder down to the table and then strolls over to join them. Tim's Pocket looks curious, but stays hovering in the air just over his shoulder.

Is his Pocket, like, antisocial or something? Is that a concern? Usually Pockets group up really easily, from what Tim knows. Not that he's ever had one before, and admittedly his parents' had always mostly ignored each other, but . . . normally they do, right?

Cat chirps impatiently and makes a beckoning gesture at Tim's Pocket, but he, very weirdly, sort of floats backwards and almost . . . hides behind Tim's head. Just for a moment, but . . .

Weird, Tim thinks. Weird, and not very Superman-like. Pockets are usually a bit more emotionally honest than the people they come from, but Superman's met Cat as many times as Bruce has met Laney, so why would a Pocket that came from him ever hesitate to go over to her?

Star chirps too, holding out her arms and starting to glow with intensely bright solar radiation that would only be an encouraging gesture to a Kryptonian, Tim is sure. It does the job, though, and his Pocket pauses for just a moment longer, then goes to the visible effort to put on a bright grin and darts over to land beside her. She immediately starts chattering at him in Pocket-talk and he chatters back easily, and Tim then has to witness his own damn Pocket start undeniably flirting with one of Dick's Pockets.

He has never been more mortified in his life, he thinks right up until his Pocket turns his head and starts flirting with Cat.

Tim disassociates a little. Like. Just a bit.

Or a lot.

"Hm," Bruce says while Tim is busy dying of mortification, his eyes narrowing assessingly. Star is happily flirting back at Tim's Pocket, to Tim's absolute horror, but worse, Cat is actually humoring him.

Tim has died and this is hell. There's no other explanation whatsoever for this.

Cat reaches over and scritches his Pocket behind the ears. He looks startled, then visibly zones out for a moment, and then leans into the contact and purrs. Cat chirps approvingly, Star laughs, and Red snorts, but fondly.

Tim is definitely, definitely in hell right now. Oh god. What is happening right now and why is it happening to him?

"Well, he's got aspirations, I'll give him that," Dick says wryly as he leans back in his chair. "Though I don't think Lois Lane would appreciate them."

"It's not Superman," Bruce states matter-of-factly. Tim and Dick both blink; Tim's Pocket immediately scowls.

#tim drake #kon el #dc robin #superboy #timkon #the larger fic is Core Four polyam but Tim's absolute mortification is taking center stage rn lol #rinfic #long post #wip: a pocketful of kons

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scifrey · 1 year

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Cling Fast: Chapter Seven

By Losyark The Sandman (Netflix with some sprinkling of comics canon, and Gaiman Cinematic-Literary Universe canon) Dreamling (Hob Gadling x Dream of the Endless | Morpheus) Unfinished (tentatively 10 chapters) PG-13 (for now) Unbeta’d

Author's Note: Those of you who have been following along at home will note that Hob's co-owner of The New Inn is now named Patrick instead of Dennis. No reason for the change, except that there were too many 'D' names floating around and I was loosing track of who is who.

Hob wakes up with a splitting headache, but otherwise no other effects from his hangover. Except for the sinking feeling that comes with remembering that he screwed up his 1589 feast again.

Would it be pathetic to try a third time? Especially knowing now that Morpheus rarely eats, and when he can be persuaded to, it's never British fare.

Yeah, it would be pathetic.

Hob rolls onto his back and presses his hands to his face.

He doesn't remember drinking more when he got home, but he was definitely out of it when he hit the Dreaming. It felt more like somebody had slipped something into his water bottle, but he can't imagine that anyone on set would drug him. Besides, the fey food artist had kept an eye on it all day for him, and it wasn't until after they'd parted ways with a handshake that he really started to feel woozy.

When he turns to look at the clock, groaning and sandy-eyed, he finds a light dusting actual dream sand sprinkled on his bedside table, along with a glass of water and a bottle of paracetamol. The clock reads 4:13am, so Hob takes a pill, drinks half the bottle, and sweeps the sand onto his face.

One of these days, I'm going to scold that anthropomorphic personification of a concept for leaving his shit all over the place, Hob thinks. But not today. He sinks back into sleep, grateful for Morpheus' thoughtfulness, and spends the rest of the morning laying on his back in the grass of Fiddler's Green. He and Gilbert make shapes out of clouds, and chew on coriander stalks amid a bed of flowers that Hob calls foxgloves, but Gilbert corrects him and calls gillyflowers.

"Two very opposite things," Gilbert says gently, through the rustle of the wind through the boughs of a nearby copse of French willows. Hob is reminded what the fey food artist said, that flowers scream their secrets.

"Never got into floriography," Hob confesses to Gilbert. "You know, back when it was all the rage and people were sending each other bouquets that said 'meet me in the garden at midnight', or 'my father says I am never to see you again', or 'I want you to do me dirty seven ways from sunday.' Maybe I should."

Gilbert's laughter is in the babble of a brook. The dream doesn't elaborate though, because Hob's alarm rudely interrupts them. All thoughts of tracking down a book on flower language fly from his head as he drags himself through a quick shower, and races down the back stairs of the New Inn while the transpo van idles in the drive and honks obnoxiously.

Hob gets to wear a few different costumes today, which is nice. He was sweating to death in the black velvet. They're filming all the scenes that need to happen in the study today, which will all be woven into the ten different episodes, so Hob's in and out of the wardrobe trailer on the front drive constantly.

That's why he notices that someone's left the outside door to the solar standing open.

This is one of three doors to the solar, the one that leads directly out into the back garden, where his bench and apple tree still blessedly stand. The other two doors are off the kitchen, so the maids could bring El her afternoon indulgences directly, and another that was knocked into the outer wall of the withdrawing room.

While the door is open, the heavy curtains are still drawn to protect the fragile textiles within from sun damage.

Hob has been desperate to catch just a glimpse of the eden he'd built specifically for his wife. He's seen the photos on the postcards in the gift shop of course, but it's not the same thing. Those pictures have it dressed for the Edwardian era, to reflect the last time the house was occupied by a family.

But the set-dec team has re-dressed it according to the descriptions in El's diary, and the merchants receipts for the fabrics, flowers, and furniture. They'd even found notes on what kind of pottery and dishware El had kept in there, a screed in the loveletters between Eliza and Will as the maid raged over the ridiculousness of having special dishware that the mistress will only take her supper on when it's being served in the solar.

Hob sneaks over to the door, and cautiously pokes his face in. Nothing is moving in the cool dark of the room, and he can't hear anything, so he slips inside and closes the door behind him. Not all the way, though, in case someone has just stepped out and left it open on purpose. He doesn't want to be caught where he shouldn't be.

Shouldn't be, he snorts to himself. I built the damn place.

The cameras are all in the study, nobody is here but him, so Hob gives himself permission to react. He feels his face crumple, and bites his lips to keep in the noise trying to crawl out of his throat. The study is right on the other side of the brick wall. He doesn't want the crew to hear him, or they may make him leave, and he's not ready for that yet.

God's Wounds, thank you, Hob sends up the prayer, but he's not sure to whom. He’s not sure it matters. Thank you for letting me have this.

The glass is different. It's newer, clearer, smoother; clearly a later addition. The small diamond-shaped panes have been replaced by long, modern sheets. But the size of the frames are still the same, wide as Hob's full arm span and at least ten feet to the ceiling. The windows are separated by a single row of red brick, the frames black metal, a dark red drape pulled across each of them. And the roof, which in Hob's day was thatched, is presumably now also made of glass, as there are light canvas tarps pulled taught on a winding pulley where the solar meets the rest of the house.

The floors are piled with carpets, to dampen the echoes that the glass had created, so El could hear herself playing. The ones the production has provided are far too modern in design, but the camera isn't going to spend a lot of time pointed at the floor, so it doesn't matter.

What does matter is that the furniture is absolutely correct, and exactly where it used to be. The little cluster of a table and chairs, where El and Robyn used to do his numbers lessons together, where they'd snack on fruit and sweets while Hob was a docks, is in the corner by the door. On Sundays, when the three of them had just returned from church, Hob would sit on the bench under the apple tree with his pipe, and watch Eleanor pull Robyn into her lap at that table, and feed him bread pudding and tell him stories that would make him giggle and clap his hands.

Beside that, under the windows sits the long, skinny sofa. It has miniscule padding and none of the springs and memory foam of the modern version, but Hob fell asleep stretched out on it's welcoming yellow damask, listening to El pluck her way through a new piece she was learning more afternoons than he's ever napped on his current sofa. It's been recovered, but it's the same piece, because, when he runs his hand along the wooden arm rest, he can feel where Robyn scratched in an 'R' with a letter knife.

The brick wall opposite the windows is bare and exposed now, but there used to be a tapestry that, like the ones in the entry hall, have likely been removed for the sake of preservation. If they weren't thrown away or repurposed by the new family. They used to portray the bounties of the first Garden, every plant, and animal, every fruit and flower woven together in intricate, tiny detail. There had been black and red snake in the apple tree, and Hob had liked the little bugger immensely because he reminded Hob of his Stranger.

A furniture chest, what Hob would call a sideboard or a dish hutch today, stands against the bare brick. It's not the same one, that one had portraits of El's parents painted on the upper doors, but the style is similar enough that it's not distracting.

And at the other end of the solar, surrounded by massive potted ferns and an array of flowers that Hob had never paid much attention to, save for appreciating their perfume, is Eleanor's chair.

It's a grand, double-wide thing, with a matching footstool and only one arm, so El could play her lute comfortably without jamming her elbow against the side. He'd commissioned it specifically for this room and this purpose, having it covered in flaxen cloth-of-gold to match El's hair, and carved all over with little cherubs and their own heavenly instruments. It had been his wedding gift to her, and had lived first in the study, beside his desk, so they could spend their evenings together as he worked. But then he'd build this addition when he'd learned she was pregnant with Robyn, a thank you and a celebration, a little private Eden for Eve carrying Hob's new beginning, and new life.

And it's… it's all perfect.

Hob presses his hands against his chest, turning in circles to take everything in, emotion that he can't name pulling on his stomach and limbs like gravity. This place should be filled with laughter, and music, and sunlight. Instead the cool dark is as quiet as a tomb.

Hob gives into the pull of the earth and sinks onto El's foot stool, burying his face in the seat of the chair. She should be here. It should be her lap he rests his head on, like had so many evenings, where he'd perched on this exact same stool, back against her knees as she warbled in her thready, soft voice. Instead it's just fabric, and empty nothingness. Because his child killed her. His love killed her.

"Eleanor," Hob weeps, throat constricted. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you… or our son. Either of them… I'm so sorry I didn't protect him…"

"Hot mic?" someone says from the corner, behind the plants.

"No, I turned it off to change," Hob murmurs, and then realizes with a start that he's not alone after all. He jolts upright, wiping at his face. Makeup is going to scold him again. "Christ! I—sorry! I didn't see you there."

"That's fine," the voice says, barely more than a whisper. "I sneak up on most people."

A short, voluptuous woman that Hob charitably would call extremely beige, steps out of the shadows. Her hair is beige, styled in a stringy, unwashed bun. Her skin is beige, the kind of milk-pale White that humans get in northern Europe. She's wearing a set of boring beige overalls. The only color comes from the handful of embroidered throw pillows she's carrying.

Set dec, Hob's mind supplies. She's probably the one who left the door open. They're staging this space to film.

"I'm sorry, I should go," Hob says. "It's just that the door was open and I—"

"You can stay," the woman says, moving to distribute the pillows on the sofa. "They don't need you on set right now."

"I must look ridiculous," Hob says, "Sitting here in a costume, mourning a—" he swallows hard. "A woman I never met. I just… you know, being here, I really feel what Sir Gadlen must have—"

"It's fine," the woman says, and steps up beside him to deposit the last throw pillow onto El's chair. "Grief gets its hooks into you in weird ways. People try to avoid despair, but it can be good for you. Helps you get it all out. So you go ahead and cry."

Hob thinks she's going to pat his shoulder, but she ends up cupping the back on his neck. Her palm is cold, and a bit uncomfortably damp to be honest, the kindness in her touch as she grants him this permission is what undoes Hob.

He tips forward, forehead pressed against the seat of the chair, arms wrapped around his middle, and howls.

He doesn't think he's cried this hard since Eleanor died, since her labors exhausted her, and even that challenging, stubborn spark that she'd always carried in her heart was extinguished. Since taking another breath became to taxing for her poor body, and as Hob petted her sweat-dampened hair back from her face, and kissed her temple, and told him how much he loved her, and begged her to just push, to just hold on, to just stay, please El, please, don't go, don't do this, don't leave me— Since poor wee John strangled in the womb, wrapped in his cord and stuck in his mother's body, dead before his first breath, went with her.

The set dec woman just crouches on the carpet beside him, rubbing his back soothingly, and making soft, encouraging sounds. She smelled revoltingly musky, which was the only thing that kept Hob for accepting the hug she was clearly offering. She'd probably spilled something on her overalls.

Hob sniffles and pulls a prop handkerchief from his sleeve to pat at his face. His head is throbbing, and he feels hollowed out.

But…but not in a bad way.

"Thank you," Hob says at length. "I think I… I really needed that."

"It was beautiful," the woman whispers.

Something in the way she says that is familiar.

“I know you," Hob says, looking up at the woman blearily. "How do I know you?"

"We used to drink together," the woman replies. She smiles sideways, like the expression is uncomfortable on her face and wants to flee immediately. "Years and years ago."

"Oh," Hob says, and thinks, It must have been the early 90s, when I spent most of days fucked up on coke. She looks good for her age. But then again, so do I.

"Thank you—" he says again, but then her walkie crackles to life, and Celia's voice comes through.

"Anyone got eyes on Doc Bob?"

"Got him," the woman replies into the mic. Hob jumps to his feet, patting at his face with a prop handkerchief he hastily pulls from his sleeve. The woman shoos him toward the door. "He's traveling, landing in five."

Bob squeezes her shoulder in thanks and jogs over to the door between the solar and the study, letting himself in.

It's not until after the makeup assistant has fixed his face, and they're part way through filming a scene where Glenn—now playing the part of the steward that robbed him blind—that Hob realizes he didn't get his old drinking buddy's name.

When they wrap for the day, Hob looks around for the beige woman, but she's nowhere to be found.

Tuesday rolls around again, and Hob has to beg off his usual meeting with Morpheus to sleep on camera. Hob's already been filmed tossing and turning on the narrow cot in the printer's shop (a corner of another BBC production's period drama set, while they were off for lunch), and groaning with exhaustion in a fetid boarding house bunk (a hastily slapped together set of plyboard and just-dried paint that still smelled strongly when his nose was next to it).

Now they've retrofitted the actual bed that he used to share with Eleanor with a bunch of modern supports to prevent the ancient frame from cracking under his weight, and a modern mattress disguised to look like a feather tick.

On the floors below him, Harriet is making herself comfortable on a bedroll by the bread oven, which as a kitchen maid she has to keep hot and ready at all hours; Glenn is in the servant's wing, enjoying a bed with a frame at least, but he'll still have to be up at dawn to begin his duties; and the graveyard shift skeleton crew are luxuriating in their campervans on the front drive. Robert Gadlen the Third gets to sleep until he damn well feels like it. Hob, however, has an alarm set for 8:00am so he can pop out to one of the campervans for a shower before reporting to wardrobe and makeup to begin a new day.

At least this shot is easy. All Hob has to do is stand alone in the bedroom, look into the camera mounted in the corner, remove his wrapper and cap, say a few lines, and crawl into bed. They'll then film him sleeping, and speed up the footage in post to provide a timelapse of his comfortable, cozy night's rest to juxtapose it against Harriet's and Glenn's restless one.

Hob gets the go-ahead from the crew manning the monitors outside over the walkie on the mantelpiece out of frame, claps loudly so sound can get a speed count and level on the boom mic that's mounted beside the camera, and then steps into the shot. The camera's red light blinks once, twice, three times, then glows steadily.

"For the master of the Elizabethan Manor, staggering to bed drunk and sleeping late was only for Saturdays and special occasions," he says, doffing his cap and hanging it on a peg driven into one of the posts by the head of the bed. "If he was a good god-fearing protestant, it was early to bed, and early to rise. Sunday mornings saw him, and his family, off to church or face a stiff fine. Work days for the Lord ended around sunset, no matter what time of year it was, unless he literally wanted to burn the midnight oil getting his accounts and correspondence up to date."

They had filmed that bit earlier in the afternoon, so now Hob peels off his wrapper, leaving him in only a tired old knee-length night shirt and his leather house slippers. Wardrobe had offered him a vest or pajama pants to wear under it, but Hob was quite comfortable. He'd worn something like this to bed for hundreds of years.

"But this particular lord," he gestures at himself, "has had a long day hunting, and riding, and I'd like to not waste candles needlessly. So, I'm off to count sheep. Sweet dreams."

Hob sits down on the side of the bed, swings his legs around, and pulls the blanket up to his chin. And then he screws his eyes shut because he's already had one emotional breakdown today, and he's not keen to have another by thinking too hard about how the canopy of his old bed has not changed.

"Clean take, Doc Bob," some AD or other says over the walkie talkie. "It's in the can. We're done."

"Sweet dreams," Hob calls back as a sign off.

"Same to you, Doc," the AD says, and the walkie goes quiet.

Hob peeks at the camera, with it's red eye. It's still recording as agreed, so Hob, exhausted and genuinely sleepy, sinks into the pillows and closes his eyes.

He dozes for a bit, and comes back to awareness in an exact replica of the room his sleeping body is currently in. It takes him a second to figure out what disturbed him, and then realizes it's the sink and shift of the mattress beside him. For a second, he's terrified that he's dreaming about Eleanor. That he's going to roll over and find her laying there, dead and horrid, half-decomposed and skull-grinning on her pillow.

But a gentle voice says, "No nightmare would dare."

Hob lets out a breath of relief, and wriggles onto his side to smile at Morpheus. He is laying down over the covers, head on the pillow, face-to-face with Hob.

Incoguously, there's a single flower laid on the blankets between them, a small white-and-yellow daffodil.

"Hello, stranger."

"Hello, Hob. This is not your bedroom."

"It used to be," he whispers. "I missed you these last few nights. What brings you here?"

"You," Morpheus says plainly. "It is Tuesday."

Hob laughs. "Well, yes, I do suppose it is. But as much fun as it may be, Morpheus, I'm not spooning you in my dead wife's bed."

"Spooning?"

Hob snorts. "You know, for a god of sleep who has probably either seen or crafted every wet dream that every teenaged boy has ever rued, you are a bit of a prude, my friend." It's easier to joke about it in the Dreaming, when he is asleep and the pain is safely tucked away in the Waking world.

"I know what spooning is," Morpheus says drily. "I was simply unaware that you desired it."

"Hey, you're the one who popped up here." He gestures at the Dreamscape of his old bedroom. "You know, We used to share the bed all the time," Hob says. "Even the queen slept with her lady's maid when they were here, did you know that? This sleeping alone lark is a relatively recent phenomenon for us humans."

Morpheus gifts him with one of those ridiculous self-satisfied, haughty smirks. "I'm unsure if you've been paying attention, my friend, but I am the god of sleep—"

"Oh, shut up," Hob sasses. "I'm supposed to be resting. You know what, I've changed my mind about the spooning. Either get out or c'mere and give me a cuddle."

Morpheus looks reluctant to take Hob's invitation as a serious one, which absolutely cannot be borne. The skinny bastard is still touch starved, no matter how much pre-scheduled hand-holding they do on any given Tuesday.

Hob reaches for Morpheus' shoulders, attempting to push him onto his other side and snug up behind him. Morpheus resists, clearly deciding that as a celestial deity, it's his right to be the big spoon. The daffodil ends up above their heads on the pillow as they wrestle playfully.

Hob, who secretly has no problems at all being cradled by his Stranger, eventually lets Morpheus win.

They settle that way, Morpheus' hand played against Hob's heart, and he's suddenly quite glad that his groin isn't pressed up against his friend's arse when a puff of Morpheu's breath against his nape gives Hob some terribly naughty ideas.

And some places that they touch that Hob is pretty sure a body can’t–Morpheus seems relaxed enough to loosen his hold on on his human-shaped corporation. There are extra limbs tangling sweetly with his feet, a dark mist spilling over his shoulder like heavy incense, tangible but foggily opaque, the glow of stars in Morpheus’ eyes reflecting back at Hob from the canopy of the bed. It’s sweet, that he feels safe enough around Hob to be himself.

"Hob Gadling," Morpheus says gently, "Are you well? Only your sleep has been tumultuous."

There's no point lying to Morpheus, especially here. "It's a lot. It's—" Hob starts, before interrupting himself with an unexpected hiccough of a sob. He's cried enough for today, though, so he swallows it back. "It's just so much harder than I thought it would be."

The confession shreds his throat. Shame crawls up his face, flushing his cheeks and making his ears tingle with the heat of the horrible blush. He curls in on himself, a miserable comma. Morpheus presses himself in one long line against Hob, probably trying to comfort but instead making Hob tense and hyperaware of every place that they touch.

"Hob…" Morpheus says again, worry tinging his voice. "I did not mean to push you into an situation that would cause distress."

"And you haven't!" Hob assures him. "At least not on purpose. I just… it's a lot, is all. I had a good cry today, and they’re right, you know. It does help with the–" he does the pulling-heart-out-of-chest-squish motion. “I hate every second of it, but I’m glad of it, you know? It’s good pain. It’s… pain I’ve put off feeling for too long. A goodbye that I’ve let linger for centuries.”

“Like a nightmare whose lesson you ignore, it will only continue to plague you until you listen,” Morpheus murmurs, and Hob can feel his lips movings against the collar of his nightshirt which is absolutely unfair.

“Yeah,” Hob agrees, swallowing hard and pretending that the dryness of his mouth is from the old building, and not his situation. “And I mean, I feel like I’ve been gutted, you know. All my insides scooped out. But that’s okay, because maybe it’s time for something new to take its place.”

You, Hob lets himself think, but doesn’t dare say out loud. I wouldn’t mind if the emptiness was filled with you.

Morpheus raises his free hand, and gestures into the air. Dream sand sparks into existence in an arc, but instead of falling onto them, it hovers there, swirling and pulsing. Like a snowglobe, the sand moves in the open space beside the bed, forming figures and landscapes.

"Shall I tell you a bedtime story to soothe you to a more peaceful slumber then, Hob Gadling?"

"Bedtime story?" Hob says, sitting up. "Wait, aren't I already asleep—"

The door to his chambers pushes open. Hob's sore and swollen heart leaps into his mouth at the noise.

"Bob?" Henrietta calls into the darkness. "Are you still awake? I was doing my video diary and I could hear your voice through the chimneys and I… what," she hisses, freezing a few steps inside with her eyes the size of saucers, "the absolute fuck."

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aja-aja-hanja · 4 months

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character story:

To be truly just, one must 止 지 stop even 一 일 one thing from being wrong.

Study vocab here!

Vocab:

眞正 진정하다 genuine

正初 정초 beginning of January

公正 공정* fairness

正義 정의 justice ; righteousness

正當 정당하다 be just ; be legitimate

正當化 정당화* justification

正正當當 정정당당하다 be fair and square

不正 부정* injustice

正直 정직* honesty

正말 정말 truly

正確 정확하다 be accurate; be precise

正子 정자 printed letter

正書 정서* print handwriting

訂正 정정* correction ; revision

改正 개정* amendment

修正 수정* revision

校正 교정* correction

正式 정식 regular form

正體 정체 true character

正常 정상 normality

正規 정규 regular ; formal

正 정장* formal costume

正色 정색하다 put on a serious look

端正 단정하다 be decent; neat

正三角形 정삼각형 equilateral triangle

正四角形 정사각형 square

正數 정수 whole number

正札 정찰 price tag

正札 정찰제 price tag system

正面 정면 facade

正門 정문 front door

正比例 정비례* direct proportion

正反對 정반대 exact opposite

正刻 정각 exact time

正午 정오 noon

新正 신정 (solar) New Year’s day

舊正 구정 (lunar) New Year’s day

*can add 하다 to make a verb form

**can add 이다 to make an adjective form

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Fandoms

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Last Edited: 2/1/24

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🔪Fandoms I am currently writing for🔪

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- Adventure Time

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- Blue Exorcist

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- The Devil is a Part-Timer!

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- Haikyu!

- Hazbin Hotel

- How To Train Your Dragon

- Invader Zim (Original series and Enter the Florpus)

- House of the Dragon

- Monkie Kid (Lego)

- My Hero Academia

- My Little Pony (FiM and a New Generation)

- Murder Drones

- Naruto

- Ninjago

- Noragami

- One Piece

- One Punch Man

- Pirates of the Caribbean

- Puss in Boots

- Rick & Morty

- Saiki K

- Spooky Month

- Star Wars (Movies + Clone Wars)

- Steven Universe

- Solar Opposites

- Terminator (All movies)

- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Media (2003, 2007 movie, 2012, 2014/Bayverse, 2018/ROTTMNT)

- Tokyo Ghoul

- Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

- Treasure Planet

- Trigun Stampede

- Umbrella Academy

- Voltron: Legendary Defender

- Walking Dead

- Watchmen

- Wednesday

- The Witcher (Show)

- X-men Evolution

Games

- Apex Legends

- Arknights

- Assassin's Creed

- Bendy and the Ink Machine

- Bioshock (All games)

- Borderlands (Including 1, 2, Pre-sequel, and 3)

- Call of Duty

- Criminal Case

- Cookie Run

- Cult of The Lamb

- Danganronpa (Games only)

- Dauntless (Creatures will all be pet-like)

- Darksiders

- Dark Deception

- Dark Souls/Souls-Like games

- Dead By Daylight (All Survivors and Killers along with costumes)

- Dead Space (1-3)

- Detroit: Become Human

- Devil May Cry

- Deltarune (Both Chapters)

- Disney Mirrorverse

- Don’t Starve (All Survivors and Costumes)

- DOOM

- Dying Light

- Evil Within

- Evolve (Creatures will all be pet-like)

- Fallout

- Far Cry

- Fear and Hunger

- Five Nights at Freddy’s (All Games, Books, Fluffy AU) (Animatronic or Android)

- Friday Night Funkin (Base game)(?)

- Final Fantasy (Primarily anything past 7)

- Gears/Gears of War (Yandere Fics)

- Genshin Impact

- God of War

- Half-Life

- Halo (Reach, CE, 2, 3, 3 ODST, 4, 5, Infinite, Wars 1+2)

- Hollow Knight

- Honkai Impact

- Human Animal Crossing

- Identity V (All Survivors/Killers and their costumes except Hastur and younger characters are depicted as Platonic)

- Killer Frequency

- The Last of Us

- League of Legends

- Left 4 Dead (1 and 2)

- Legend of Zelda

- Lobotomy Corporation

- Mario Franchise

- Metal Gear Solid (All games, although I like Revengeance the most)

- Metroid

- Minecraft (Experimenting)

- Mortal Kombat (9 through 11)

- Mystic Messenger

- No More Heroes

- No Straight Roads

- Obey Me!

- OFF

- Outlast

- The Outer Worlds

- Overwatch (All characters/Costumes)

- Payday 2

- Persona (3-5)

- Portal (1 and 2)

- Pokemon (Just Trainers Right Now) (All games)

- PvZ Garden Warfare (Mostly Platonic but we'll see)

- Ratchet and Clank

- Rainbow Six Siege

- Resident Evil (All Games)

- Red Dead Redemption (Mostly 2)

- Roblox DOORS (?)

- Silent Hill

- Skyrim

- Street Fighter

- Team Fortress 2 (All Classes and characters like Miss Pauling and Saxton Hale)

- Twisted Wonderland

- Undertale

- Warframe

- We Happy Few

- Xcom

Books

- Halo Books (Fall of Reach, The Flood, Contact Harvest, The Cole Protocol, First Strike, Ghosts of Onyx, Cryptum, Broken Circle, Hunters In The Dark, Last Light, New Blood, Envoy, Retribution, Smoke and Shadow, Bad Blood, Renegade, Point of Light, Divine Wind)

- Jujutsu Kaisen (I read the manga)

- Bungou Stray Dogs (I read the manga)

Fits in more than one category

- Alien vs Predator (Just Alien movies or Predator movies are also included. Also books and games.)

- Black Butler

- Creepypasta/Gaming Creepypasta (Not everyone, it depends)

- Cuphead (Game/Show)

- Cyberpunk 2077 (Anime/Game)

- DC Comics (Comics, Games, Movies) [Injustice and Arkhamverse mainly, but let's discuss]

- Demon Slayer

- Hiveswap

- Homestuck

- Madness Combat (Game and Series)

- Marvel Cinematic Universe (Up to Endgame)/Marvel Comic Universe (SPECIFY WHAT COMIC PLEASE-)

- SCP (Not everyone, it depends)

- Slashers/Horror in general (Please say what movie your slasher is from)

- Sonic (All games + The Paramount Movies + IDW Comics. All characters are aged up except characters Classic! Tails, Movie! Tails, Cream the Rabbit, Ray the Flying Squirrel, and Classic Amy, which are Platonic as I can't see them as aged up.)

- South Park (All aged up of course, Show and games)

- Splatoon (Manga/Games)

- Transformers (Animated, Cyberverse, Earthspark, Generation 1, IDW comics, Prime, Robots In Disguise, War for Cybertron)

- Yandere OCs I have (Look at this list)

~~💜~~

🚫Fandoms I am taking a break from🚫

#yandere x reader #yandere fandoms #panther fandoms

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 3 months

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Solar Opposites in Mighty Solars Issue #40: “Stolen” Pt. 1 Ch. 2

The Human Solars dropped off Sonya as she waves goodbye to them. Then, the human Solars starts driving home.

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: You know, it's been a good few days.

Human Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: Yeah, ever since Sonya came along, our lives become better than ever.

Human Terry then flirts with Human Korvo.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Say, do you wanna head home and have some fun later, my sweet invisible man?

Human Korvo blushesz

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: chuckles I sure you big strong sexy brute.

Yumyulack gags.

Phoebe MacCarthy: laughs You guys and your love is very sweet.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: putting his hand on Human Korvo’s cheek Of course it is.

The two husbands then start making out, until they heard an explosion.

Human Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: What was that?!

The Solar Opposites then drive their bus until, the road was blocked. Human Korvo then sees a broken bridge as he got out of the car and the Solars turn back into their normal alien selves.

Korvo: What the fuck happened here?

Terry: in the car Korvo? What’s happened?! What going on?

Korvo: I-I don’t know I- gasp when he see the Silver Blades and the Silver Cop symbol on their helmets

Some of the Solar Opposites’ human friends and frenemies came out of the building and sees the Silver Blades.

Kevin’s Daughter: to Kevin out his arm around her and her brother What is it, Daddy?

Korvo: looks at the Silver Blades; turns to Parker We need to get everyone out of here. The rest of the Solar Opposites got out of the car and gets out their lethal weapons as they get into a defense stance Stay close to me.

The Solar Opposites got in front of the townsfolk to shield them just in case of an attack as they sneak away from the Silver Blades. Finally, they made on a church where Yumyulack, Jesse, who is carrying Pupa, Monica, Parker and Kevin’s children looks at the Silver Blades’ vehicle.

Phoebe: turns to Korvo and Terry What's going on, Korvo?

Terry: I think that must be the Silver Cops.

Korvo: to the rest of the Solar Opposites Round everyone up! We need to get to the exit and evacuate immediately!

Montez, Phoebe, and Cherie, who is carrying Pezlie, start running as the Silver Blades’ vehicle is flying behind them. Cuts to a cafe where Sherbet is busy making a soda float for a costumer until the trip suddenly shows up.

Cherie: Sherbet, we got an emergency. We're evacuating the city. grabs Sherbet’s hand Come on!

Costumer: Hey! What about my fucking float?!

Montez, Cherie, Phoebe, Pezlie and Sherbet start running when silver lava appears underground and blocking their way.

Montez: Holy fuck! Look out!

The quartet and Pezlie eject themselves back. Zelda looks on smiling evilly, revealing she is the one responsible for the lava. Later, at the meditation room in a local spa where Mia is meditating with four other women. A door sound disturbs them and they turn toward it. Yumyulack and Jesse appears and heads to them as Jesse turns off the music.

Yumyulack: holding Jesse’s hand worriedly It's the Silver Cops! We have to leave.

Quickly, Yumyulack, Jesse, Monica Mia and the other four women run outside. Jesse screams as Aqua grabs her from behind with Loo-Loo and menaces her with an ice spike.

Aqua: No one's going anywhere, or she gets it.

Back with Korvo and Terry, who is carrying the Pupa, the two husbands, Parker and some of their human allies running across a bridge. Bullet soon lands in front of them.

Bullet: Good. The entire family is here.

The Solar Opposites and the humans are rounded up in the courtyard by the Silver Blades.

Bullet: It's a pleasure to finally meet five Shlorpians in awhile.

Parker: What is it you want from us?

Maverick: Nothing at all. In fact, if everyone cooperates, you will all walk out of this situation unharmed.

Korvo: Then what are you doing here?

Maverick: We want you five Shlorpians, and I'm tired of chasing you parasite motherfuckers all these years.

Terry: You're using us as prisoners?!

Maverick: Yes.

Terry: Korvo, Terry, Parker and Pupa gets into a fighting stance as the humans stand behind them We will never let you get to us.

Bullet: Unfortunately, you don't have a choice.

Parker: Fuck yeah we do.

Parker pushes the five corrupted crooks away with her own weaponry blades.

Korvo: Terry! Get everyone out of here. Parker, help me hold them off! Zelda shoots near Korvo, but he uses his force field without anyone noticing to protect the group And stay out of her line of sight! Go, go!

Terry and the other humans all run away to saftey. Loo-Loo fires a fast lightning beam at the exit, though everyone has evacuated. Cut to the frontal shot of the siblings, as Yumyulack Jesse, Pupa and Monica prepares to defend themselves. Silver Blades ready themselves and Bullet stomps his feet to the ground before creating big rocks, which causes the kids to lose anny chance of escaping, reaching the end of the sheltered route. They look at the stable and Yumyulack gestures for them to move out, though they are forced to retreat when bombarded with combustion beams. Meanwhile, Later, at the hall exit, Zelda and Bullet approach Phoebe, Cherie, Montez and Pezlie who were trying to reach for the exit.

Montez: It's too dangerous. We'll never make it to the stables with her up there.

Phoebe: Don’t worry, I got you covered. grabs a metal beam with her strength that creates a bridge to safety Come on.

Cherie: Thanks, we owe you.

Phoebe blushes at Cherie. Suddenly, Zelda and Bullet surrounds as the trio gasp.

Zelda: creates a silver-red flame with her hand You wanna play with fire? throws the fireball at Cherie’s left arms as she screams in pain

Pezlie: Mama!

Phoebe: Cherie! No!

Montez: Cherie!

Phoebe: to Zelda Grrr! You bastard! You leave her alone! You hurt Cherie, I’ll-

Bullet shoves Phoebe and Montez to the ground as they scream. Zelda wraps as silver red rope around Cherie who is carrying Pezlie, who started crying.

Cherie: struggling to break free No! Phoebe! Montez! Get out of there! Go get the Mighty Solars!

Zelda: grabs Cherie and Pezlie away from Phoebe and Montez You and your little brat are not going anywhere. So long, bitches!

Zelda and Bullet transports away with Cherie and Pezlie, much to Phoebe and Montez’s horror.

Phoebe: CHERIE! NO! collapses on the ground in tears as Montez puts a comforting hand on her shoulder, but she refuses to give up

Later, with Terry, he and the other humans made it until suddenly, Loo-Loo appears laughing maniacally and like a crazy fucking psycho.

Loo-Loo: laughing Going somewhere?!

Terry: Get the fuck out of our you crazy bitch!

Loo-Loo: charging up Make me!!!

Loo-Loo speeds around at the humans as they gasp once she puts electric ropes around them, except for Kevin and Sherbet, who were knocked away as they gasp.

Kevin: calling to his kids and wife Honey! Kids!

Kevin’s Wife: Kevin! Get help!

Kevin’s Children: Daddy! Help us! Please Daddy!

Terry sees the captured humans as he kicks Loo-Loo in the face.

Terry: Let ‘em go you fucking psycho!

Suddenly, Bullet appears behind Terry as he grabs him hard and Loo-Loo shocks Terry as he screams. Terry then gets tied up as Kevin and Sherbet looks on in horror.

Sherbet: No!

Terry: struggling to break free because of the restraints Kevin! Sherbet, get to Korvo! Quick!

Sherbet nods with tears in his eyes. She cries a little as she looks back at Terry but escapes with Kevin. Bullet smirks and uses his ability to knock Randall out. Meanwhile, Korvo and Parker continues to battle Maverick who bends the floor beneath Korvo into make it a hill, but he is able to jump off and lands safely with his feet. Maverick directs purple silver spades to Korvo, but he leaps to the wall and charges toward Maverick and kicks him in the stomach, sliding beneath his legs behind him. Parker pounces atop the lavabender, grabbing him by the neck and pulling his hair before stabbing him on the shoulder. Maverick screams in pain before launching Parker his hand. Korvo growls as he helps Parker up and stares angrily at Maverick. Back with Yumyulack, Jesse, Monica and Pupa evades Ming-Hua's attacks before being thrown toward her brother. Both siblings gather in front of a statue to catch some breath, until Aqua appears in front them as the kids scream.

Aqua: See smartass, you're having as much fun as I am.

Yumyulack then sees the exit and looks at his bo staff.

Yumyulack: Ugh I can't fucking wait any longer. grabs his staff

Jesse: Wait, what are you doing?

Monica: Yumyulack! Let me fight ‘em! Krav Maga! gets into her fighting stance

Yumyulack: No! I’m gonna do whatever I can to get them away from you guys. turns to Monica and Jesse, who picks up the Pupa to carry him Quick girls, you and Pupa to the exit! Get out of here!

Aqua fires a water beam at Yumyulack, who narrowly misses the attack. The next water beam threw Yumyulack off the cliff, but he manages to climb back up. As he runs past Aqua, they turn their attention to Jesse, Monica and Pupa fleeing to safety. Cut to Yumyulack who tries to head back to girls and Pupa, sending a swipe to Aqua, causing her to misfire and splash the cliff above. Aqua turns her attention to Yumyulack and fires a water beam. Yumyulack protects himself with his laser eyes without anyone noticing, but is knocked out. The girls and Pupa turns back and gasp in horror upon seeing Yumyulack falling.

Jesse: with tears on her eyes Yummylack! No!

Pupa: reaching out his right hand Yumyulack!

Monica: Yumyulack! turns to Aqua and then sees Loo-Loo coming down I’ll take care of this! Krav Maga!

Loo-Loo: Think you can catch me?!

Monica uses her special moves of Krav Maga as Loo-Loo tries to dodge with her speed.

Monica: Damn it, will you stop dodging me?!

Loo-Loo: Oh, I wouldn’t dare compete with the speed of you…. Lightspeed!

Monica: gasp upon hearing what she just heard Wha? You know who I am!

Loo-Loo: Yes! blast Monica with a rope that ties around her and Jesse as the latter drops the Pupa accidentally as he screams.

Jesse: to Pupa Pupa! Get the fuck out of here! Get to Korvo and Terry! Quick!

Pupa gasp and whimpers as he runs away to safety. Back with Korvo and Parker, they then see Yumyulack, plunging down the mountain.

Korvo: Yumyulack! No!

Korvo leaps up towards his son as he catches him in his arms as Yumyulack wakes up and sees himself in Korvo’s arms.

Korvo: breathing in and out I got you Yumyulack, I got you.

Yumyulack: crying hysterically upon facing a near-death experience Ko-or-or-vo-o-o!

Korvo has hugs Yumyulack as he comforts him with a cool down soothing fatherly hug as Parker looks at them in concern. Back with Phoebe, she and Montez finds Pupa, who running to them. His nanny retreats to cover him, by kicking Zelda away, though the next attack causes her to fall on a tree branch. Montez steps back and nearly loses his footing. Bullet appears and levitates a large earth fissure, throwing two adults and Pupa off the branch. Phoebe uses her lasso and holds on to the ledge while grabbing Pupa and Montez.

Phoebe: I got you.

Montez groans before turning to see Zelda.

Phoebe: Hang on boys! This is gonna be a bumpy landing.

Bullet directs a combustion beam toward Phoebe. Phoebe hangs on before letting go, narrowly missing the combustion blast. Phoebe, Montez and Pupa plunge down the cliff before their fall is cushioned by trees, and they land on the cliffside safely as Pupa holds on to Phoebe. Korvo sees them and uses his force field around them and Montez to save them from their fall as they meat up with Korvo, Yumyulack and Parker as they meet up with them and Sherbet and Kevin catches up to them. Maverick laughs evilly as the rest of the Silver Blades appear behind him.

Maverick: Give up. It's over.

Korvo: As long as I got my family, it's not over. wields his sword

Zelda: I’m afraid you weird-ass family are right in our grasp.

Korvo and Yumyulack: What?!

Phoebe: What have you done to Terry, Jesse and the rest of the humans, you monsters?! Cause if you hurt them, including Cherie, I’ll-

Maverick: You’re too late! We already taken them! They are now our prisoners! You can’t stop us now! Once test some of those pathetic humans, you aliens will be ours for the taking!

Korvo and Yumyulack: What?!

Pupa: Noo!

Phoebe: You bastards! Give us back our family you bitch!

Maverick: It’s too late! They’re ours now! And there’s nothing you can do about it! Meet us at dawn, or your family gets it! Silver Blades, retreat!

Korvo, Yumyulack, Pupa, Phoebe, Parker, Montez, Sherbet and Montez watches in horror as the Silver Blades took Terry, Jesse, Monica and the other humans away. Nova sees what’s happening down below and gasp in horror upon seeing Korvo’s bruises on his face.

Nova: Korvo! Guys! What happened?!

Korvo: It’s the Silver Cops! They’ve sent down five new apprentices and captured Terry, Jesse and the rest of the humans!

Yumyulack: Korvo! Our family! We have to-

Korvo: Go after them! I know!

Korvo, Yumyulack, Phoebe and Pupa nods at their corned to come with them as they head inside the Mighty Solars Javeline after Korvo summons it and flies off to follow them. Meanwhile, Sonya is waiting for her family, until she sees a news notification about the Mighty Solars and gasp.

Sonya Solar-Opposites: I gotta find them!

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crackiswack13 · 7 months

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Promt for kinktober

1. Pegging- Helluva boss Millie and Moxxie

2. Roleplay- Solar opposites Terry and Korvo

3. Hate sex- Helluva boss Fizz and Blitz

4. Prostitution- Solar opposites Terry and Korvo

5. Collaring- Helluva boss Asmodues and Fizz

6. Frottage- Camp Camp David and Daniel

7. Stuck in a wall- Good omens Aziraphale and Crowley

8. Master and Slave- Solar opposites Terry and Korvo

9. Glory Hole- Good omens Aziraphale and Crowley

10. Fucking Machine- Helluva boss Asmodues and Fizz

11. Humiliation- Solar opposites Terry and Korvo

12. Medical/Costume- Solar opposites Korvo and Terry

13. Size Difference -Helluva boss Asmodues and Fizz

14. Orgasm denial- Helluva boss Stolas and Blitz

15. Temperature play- Solar opposites Terry and Korvo

16.Public- Camp Camp David and Daniel

17.Threesome- Helluva boss Millie and Moxxie and Blitz

18. Spanking- Good omens Aziraphale and Crowley

19. Uniform- Solar opposites Terry and Korvo

20. Foodplay-Soloar opposites Korvo and Terry

21. Tentacles- Helluva boss Asmodues and Fizz

22. Bondage- Helluva boss Asmodues and Fizz

23. Collaring- Adventure time Princegumball and Marshlee

24. Sex toys- Solar opposites Terry and Korvo

25. Edge play- Helluva boss Stolas and Blitz

26. Masturbation- Camp Camp David and Daniel

27. Double penetration- Helluva boss Asmodues and Fizz

28. Body worship- Adventure time Prince Gumball and Marshallee

29. Breathplay- Camp Camp David and Daniel

30. Overstimulation- Helluva boss Stolas and Blitz

31. Free day- Camp Camp David and Daniel

#kinktober #defenitly going to procrastinate this #friend forced me too do this #I am sane #idk wtf I am doing

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ao3-solar · 1 year

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Normal Not Spooky Costume Day

by devilcat

Terry's got some very topical Halloween costumes he wants to share with Korvo!

Words: 409, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Solar Opposites

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Terry (Solar Opposites), Korvo (Solar Opposites), Jesse (Solar Opposites)

Relationships: Korvo/Terry (Solar Opposites)

Additional Tags: Halloween, Halloween Costumes, Twilight References, Funny, Drabble

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43656187

#solar opposites #terry #korvo #tervo #ao3-feed

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angelenerae-blog1 · 7 months

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A continuation to our Venture Proposal

As a continuation to my last blog about our venture proposal, I can say that me and my groupmates made some improvements. It may not be the best because there are plenty of room for improvements, but I can say that it is better than before.

Through the course of enrolling for this subject, The Entrepreneurial Mind, I said to my last entry that this will be an exhausting subject. Indeed it is, but I find it fun and enjoyable. Through the activities that our professor prepared for us, I learned new things and understand new things on how to be an entrepreneur, on how to win your costumers, on how to handle failed business, on how to help people through your business. We once had an activity where we have to find a partner and sit back to back with each other, with the other partner facing the front of the board. The professor then flashed a picture on the board. The partner that is facing the board and who is seeing the picture, should describe the picture to their partner who is facing the opposite direction and gets to draw the picture that their partner is describing to them. I remember having so much fun while performing that activity. Questioning myself on how can I describe the picture to my partner that she can visualize and imagine the picture that I described to her. The next activity that were assigned to us was to perform a social experiment that will make the people say no to us but will eventually say yes after convincing them. That activity was very fun because I get to experience new things and learned that if you want to start a business, you should learn on how to approach people, offer a product, and handle a rejection. We also get to answer an Empathy Map where we externalize our understanding about our target customers. About what they feel, what they think, what they would say, what do they see in the market, what do they hear, what would they do and need to do. In order to achieve a perfect target market, a perfect customers that would see your product as reliable and worth it, we need to place ourselves in their shoes and understand them by looking through their perspective. As for the last activity, our professor gave us 20 pieces of raw spaghetti stick, and one marshmallow. We have to make a tower, as tall as possible using the spaghettis, and put the marshmallow above it. Note that the tower must stand for 10 seconds after transferring it to another space. It is easy to imagine on how to do it, but it is very difficult to build. The spaghetti stick was brittle that it is easy to break. Once we got to make our spaghetti tower to stand, we tried to put the marshmallow on the top but failed miserably. We tried again and eventually made our tower to stand but it is not stable. In the end, our tower collapsed not being able to withstand the weight of the marshmallow and due to its instability. That activity taught us that a product should be durable, stable, and sturdy. Performing those activities get us to have fun and to learn at the same time.

We get to apply the things that we learn from our activities when having discussions for our venture project. Performing the Empathy Map really helps us to visualize our target market, and what we would have to improve to make the target market buy our product. On our latest interview, some interviewee's raised their concern regarding the product, if it has warranty? if so? how many years? or months? Some customers asked about how to charge the container, if it has to be specifically outside, since it is powered through solar energy. In one of my interviews, the interviewee asked a lot of questions about the structure and how can the product last long through the solar power and like the other interviewee, she also said that charging the container outside with a food inside it, is not very practical. Through this concerns, the group discussed that the features of the product is subjected to change. One interviewee suggested that the solar power should be detachable for better charging since according to the other interviewee, it is not practical to charge the whole container outside. Further group discussions suggested places, where we could get the materials of the product reliably without sacrificing our budget too much. We also improved our questions in our interviews so that it will be easier to answer by the interviewees. We also take in different suggestions and ideas from each other and other people in order to broaden the concept on how we can better improve and refine the product.

#entreprenuership #innovation #eco friendly #student

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suzukiblu · 7 months

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Expanded version of Tim's next scene in the Core Four poly-pocket soulmate AU, with a read-more for length.

The adorability of Pockets as a concept y'all can thank @bucky-boychik-barnes for.

Also he won't stop flying around the cave like a bat out of hell, and it's seriously annoying.

Alfred doesn't have a Pocket of his own. Tim's always felt too awkward to ask about it.

And Jason never got a Pocket at all.

Assuming Tim's Pocket ever puts the stupid glasses on, anyway.

Tim understood absolutely none of that, but just nods like he did and makes a note to go do some research later.

Cat chirps impatiently and makes a beckoning gesture at Tim's Pocket, but he, very weirdly, sort of floats backwards and almost . . . hides behind Tim's head. Just for a moment, but . . .

He has never been more mortified in his life, he thinks right up until his Pocket turns his head and starts flirting with Cat.

Tim disassociates a little. Like. Just a bit.

Or a lot.

Tim has died and this is hell. There's no other explanation whatsoever for this.

Tim is definitely, definitely in hell right now. Oh god. What is happening right now and why is it happening to him?

"Well, he's got aspirations, I'll give him that," Dick says wryly as he leans back in his chair. "Though I don't think Lois Lane would appreciate them."

"It's not Superman," Bruce states matter-of-factly. Tim and Dick both blink; Tim's Pocket immediately scowls.

"You sure, B?" Dick asks skeptically. "He looks just like him. And he literally showed up wearing the El crest."

"I knew Smallville," Bruce says, ignoring Tim's stubbornly glowering Pocket. "He was nothing like this Pocket. And Superman is undeniably dead. Believe me. We checked."

Of course Bruce checked, Tim thinks. They know so little about Kryptonian physiology, after all, and even less about how Kryptonian physiology works under a yellow sun. It's not as if Earth is spoiling for other Kryptonians.

And Clark Kent was Bruce's friend.

So of course he checked.

"It is true that Mr. Smallville did have a markedly different personality from the one our new young Master Pocket seems to," Alfred says, delicately setting a tiny tray of tiny Pocket-sized treats on their tea table. Tim has no idea how Alfred even makes cookies that small, but he does it. "I don't think I ever once saw him in any semblance of Superman's costume at all, in fact."

Tim's Pocket looks briefly puzzled, and then very worried. Tim isn't sure what to think about that, but it makes him feel a little useless. He doesn't know how to take that worried look off his Pocket's face, but he feels like he should be able to do something about it all the same.

He tells himself–soon. Once he knows him a little better. He'll be able to do it then.

Or he hopes he will, anyway.

Star and Cat get Tim's Pocket to sit down at the table and scoot their chairs in to pin him between them, which seems to help more than Tim was going to be able to figure out how to. At least, his Pocket looks a bit less anxious about the conversation now.

He's still shooting Bruce sullen little glowers, admittedly, but one step at a time.

"Maybe your Pocket's just really work-focused, Robin," Dick observes wryly, and Tim's Pocket immediately laser-focuses in on him and jumps back to his feet so fast he knocks over his chair and nearly Star and Cat and the tiny tea table too.

"Rob!" he shouts excitedly, definitely not in Pocket-talk, and Tim blinks down at him in bewilderment, trying to figure out if he just hallucinated hearing that or not. That was–that was so fast for a Pocket to have picked up their first non-Pocket word. Most Pockets don't even care to learn more than a handful of those, and certainly not so quickly. And Tim's not an expert on Pockets, obviously, but . . .

"Hm," Bruce says.

"You probably do need to name him pretty soon, if he's already latched onto your name this quick," Dick says, leaning forward a little bit to peer a little closer at Tim's Pocket. Tim's Pocket ignores him to grin delightedly up at Tim, which Tim feels very weird about. No one ignores Nightwing for him. Ever.

He guesses if anyone would, it'd be his Pocket, but still.

"That's not technically my name," he reminds Dick. Dick had it first, after all, and Jason had it too. Tim just . . .

He didn't even inherit it, really. It's not like Jason deliberately left it to him or anything. He doesn't even know what Jason would think of a Robin like him.

His Pocket scowls again.

"Rob!" he insists loudly, flying up into Tim's face so fast he nearly smacks into it. "Rob! Rob!"

"Tim," Tim corrects, although obviously his Pocket isn't going to pick up two words on his first day of existing, it's just–

". . . Tim?" his Pocket repeats uncertainly, his brow furrowing as he stares much too intently at Tim.

Tim has absolutely no excuse for how red his face turns.

"Hm," Bruce says again.

#tim drake #kon el #batfamily #timkon #the whole fic is Core Four polyam but this bit is Timkon so that's what we're tagging for lol #dc robin #superboy #rinfic #wip: a pocketful of kons

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Mighty Solars in Taken Away From Me Ch. 4

Warning: This episode has huge amount of heartbreak and loss. Be warned. This is about to get really emotional.

Back on Emeralddon, Terry was resting since he depowered from his super suit after escaping from the guards. Terry then made a fire to keep him warm as he looks at Cheery slowly recovering. She began to open her eyes but she was still feeling nauseous ever since she was kidnapped by the Emeralnites. Cheery barf a little, which made Terry a little bit disgusted, but then as he looks at her scars, Terry began to feel sorry for her. Then, his stomach started to growl. Terry then sees a market place nearby and then got an idea. Terry sees a loin clothe and turns it into a cloak as he puts it on. Then, Terry looks at Cheery one more time and sets her on a soft place where she can fully recover.

Terry: Stay low, I’ll be right back.

Cheery coughs as she sees Terry leave for the market place. She then started to rest on the spot, but suddenly. A flashback emerges. It shows her with another woman, who is two years old than her, a woman named Alexis, who is 22-years old. The two young women are shown having fun with each other weaving a basket for something. Cheery accidentally cut her finger as she gasp. Alexis then uses a washcloth to wash off the blood as Cheery blushes and smile at her. The flashback then end and the scene shifts back to the present where Cheery started weeping in her sleep as tears slowly emerge from her eyes. Why is she dreaming about that memory? Why is she is crying about Alexis? Whatever happens to Alexis? Did Cheery really like like Alexis?

Meanwhile, Terry heads to the market place where he started to grow unsettle with the setting. There, he witness the Emeralnites and their awful deeds, actions and emotions. All Terry could hear are gambling, scams, fighting, stabbing and street brawling from the Emeralnites as he started to shudder at this horrifying brutal sight. Terry then sees a soup vendor and walks over there as the soup vendor looks back at him.

Terry: Hello, excuse me! Uh, how much is this soup worth?

Soup Vendor: Oh, about….. ten coppers?

Terry: Oh sure, just let me- starting to check his pockets but then started to panic Oh shit! Uh, hey. How about a little pizzazz from your loyal costumer here? does a clicking noise with his finger

Soup Vendor: Dude, I don’t fucking know you. You either pay for this soup or get the fuck out of here.

Terry: started gooblering as he gulps Hehe, you see, I don’t have any coppers, so trying to reach for the soup pot I’m just gonna have this soup right here and- gets his hand stabbed by the vendor Aaahhh!

Soup Vendor: You ain’t going through shit asshole! You either pay or get another stabbing, bitch!

Terry began to breath in and out as he holds his bleeding right hand. He then started growling as visions of him getting kidnapped by the Emeralnites flooded his mind. Terry finally snaps and kick the knife that stabbed his hand out of the Vendor’s hand and away from him.

Terry: Oh, nobody stabs Terry Solar-Opposites! grabs the vendor and lifts him up Time to take out the fucking trash!

Terry then throws the vendor at his stand as the shoppers witness this. In fast pace, Terry grabs the soup pot, cover it up with a warm towel and runs off without anyone looking at him, as he looks back with a nervous regret on his face. Zolthar and his fellow guards arrived as they head over the now destroyed soup stand as the soup vendor gets up.

Zolthar: growling Who did this?

Weapon Deals Vendor: picking up the soup vendor with help from the meat vendor A strange hooded person came and couldn’t pay for the soup. That’s when he went crazy and attack this soup vendor here.

Guard #2: That must be one of the prisoners that have escape.

Zolthar: to himself growling in fury Mighton. to the guards Men, fan out. Search around the market for Mighton and one of our prisoners, leave no body behind!

Guards: Yes sir.

Zolthar looks at the destroyed soup stand as he throws a machete at the wanted poster that has Terry/Mighton and Cheery on it. The poster even says it has an award for $2000,0000 to whoever turns them in. Later, back in the woods, Terry heads back, only to see Cheery keeping herself warm by the fire as she started shiver and grow cold. Terry quickly heads to her while placing the soup on the fire with a soup stand to keep it warm. Cheery began to smile at Terry’s kindness as he wraps a blanket around her shoulders.

Cheery: Thank you Mr. uh….

Terry: Terry. Terry Solar-Opposites. Yeah, I know. It’s weird seeing an alien for the first time. But, hey. Earth-4 was the next choice for us since incident we vow to not talk about ever again. No no no. Trust me, my husband Korvo gets it.

Cheery: Okay, but how did you-

Terry: Get captured? Let’s just say, a task of taking out the garbage turned into a huge event for me. One minute, I was taking out the garbage for my husband since he was exhausted of fixing a technology machine, the next thing I knew, I was kidnapped by a deranged empress that leads a bunch of out of control moutherfucking asshole emerald aliens. But right now, this is not going well for me. feels a sting from his bleeding hand Ah.

Cheery: Huh? What’s wrong Mr. Opposites?

Terry: Oh uh, I got fucking stabbed by a crazy vendor while getting goddamn soup for us.

Cheery: What?! Oh my God! The fuck! Are you okay?

Terry: But hey, I’ll be okay. hisses as he feels the pain again

Cheery: Here. Let me help.

Cheery rips a part of her prisoner dress and wraps around Terry’s bleeding hand as Terry sighs heavingly.

Cheery: Better?

Terry: A little, but…. Cheery…. what are you doing on this planet anyway? How did you get yourself captured?

Cheery: freezes up a little thens gets depressed again as she looks down

Terry: Oh, I’m sorry. It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk about it, I understand it must be very emotional and-

Cheery: No, I-I think it’s best if I tell you. Terry looks at her with a concern look on his face as Cheery sighs Okay, two years ago, I made a a friend. Her name is Alexis.

A flashback appears with Cheery meeting Alexis with their job training classmates for the first at a picnic area at a garden. Cheery blushes as Alexis, who was waving at her. Cheery waves back at her as she blushes. Cheery sits down next to Alexis as she smiles.

Cheery: Hey, it’s very nice to meet you. My name is Cheery, what’s yours?

Alexis: Alexis. Alexis Web.

Cheery: Wow, I like that name.

The flashback scene then shifts over to the time Cheery and Alexis were helping each other with the gardening training.

Cheery: voiceover as it shows good times between Cheery and Alexis Alexis was my only friend. She didn’t mind about my autistic behavior or when when I do crazy stuff, like stacking potato chips with whip cream and chocolate sprinkles, or that time I was spray painting a mural for the garden but accidentally got pain all over us, but we laughed about it, because it was pretty funny. But most of all, I really like like her, not because she understands me. But because, she was kind and thoughtful and helps people. So, when she graduated from job training, I gave her a note to tell her how I feel about her before I left for the taxi. I was hoping she going to read it, but then…..

The flashback then shifts over to however, a gloomy morning with clouds and sounds of thunder appearing as Cheery heads over to Alexis’ house, but then opens it and sees Mr. Web with a sad look on his face as he places his hand on Cheery’s right shoulder.

Cheery: Hi, Mr. Web…. suddenly sees Alexis not around Where’s Alexis?

Mr. Web: Cheery…. I’m sorry. Alexis passed away today in an motorcycle accident. I am so sorry.

Cheery: gasp as tears burst from her eyes No…. It can’t be… I-I never got to tell her I….

Cheery begins to cry as her moms embrace their daughter as they comfort her. The next morning, Cheery was still depressed as they sunrises, so she looked at the car keys and decided to take a drive.

Cheery: voiceover The day Alexis passed away really broke me. So, I decided to take a drive to cool my mind off.

Mrs. Smithers: Morning sweetheart, where are you going?

Cheery: I’m…going for a drive…. don’t worry it won’t be long…

Ms. Smithers: Okay, sweetie. Be back in time for lunch!

Cheery then gets in her car, as she sighs sadly and drives her car around the neighborhood while the car’s radio plays “Burn” from Alexis Monroe. Suddenly, Cheery hears a tire pop as the car slows down. She stops the car and gets out of it as she checks the tires. Cheery sees a flat tire of a glittering darkish green-purple crystal spear with the symbol of the Emeralnites.

Cheery: What the fuck?

The guards tranquilize Cheery as she gasp. She grabs the dart from her neck and grows faint as she weakly sees the guards before collapsing and fall into a concussion. Cheery then gets up and gasp she finds herself in a prison dress cloth and sees Ophelia coming up to her.

Ophelia: Well done Zolthar. Grabs Cheery by the chin This young woman is the perfect specimen for our energy. Don’t let her out of your fucking sight.

Zolthar: Yes my Empress.

Cheery: voiceover That’s when I was kidnapped by these green-purple fucking monsters on a strange world for some type of bullshit diabolical plan. It was a fucking nightmare, I tried to escape, shows Cheery escaping attempts but she keeps getting shock and attack whenever she tries to escape and gets thrown back in her prison cell but they keep catching me and placing me back in the cell while attacking me. So, I gave up, I thought it was over. Until, you came along.

The scene flashes back to the present where Terry is terrified but then started to feel sympathy for Cheery as he feels bad for her losing Alexis.

Cheery: on the verge of breaking down in tears So, that’s-s- h-h-how I got h-here…. by a loss of a f-f-f-friend….. th-that I-I-I really l-l-like……

Terry: Aw Cheery, I am so sorry.

Cheery: sniffles as tears fall down Don’t be. I-I….. breaks down in tears I just feel so awful, I made a dumb move that got me captured and turned into a prisoner by a fucking madhouse planet away from my home. I feel so awful, I miss everyone I know and love. I even miss my moms, my neighbors, my home, everything. God, I miss them so fucking much. It just fucking hurts so much losing Alexis, because I-I never got to kiss her and tell her that I love her. cries in her right arm

Terry: walks up to Cheery as he bends down and pats her on the back I’m sorry about your friend. I know how much you really liked her. That she was your lifemate.

Cheery: sniffles What?

Terry: But hey, it’s okay. I dealt with that same thing once, and I got better because I met Korvo and fell in love with him. He changed my life for the better and became one of the best people that I have ever known. Right now, I have the best life on the whole world, because of my sweet hubby, our Replicants, our Pupa, our nanny and some of our human friends. I know it’s hard losing someone you loved, but you still have your moms, your house, your job training coworkers and your neighbors, because they care about you. Sometimes, one person you love leaves, but there are still people who love you who will always be there for you. No matter what. Cheery, you are never alone. You still have the best people in your lives, and they are never going away. Some of the might, but most of them are not going anywhere. They’re still staying, with you.

Cheery hugs Terry and continues to cry as Terry comforts her.

Cheery: Thank you Terry.

Terry: Anytime kiddo. But don’t worry. We’re gonna find a way to stop that empress and get us home back our families. I promise Cheery.

Cheery: Thank you. That really means a lot.

Terry and Cheery then smile as they watch the sunset. But, Terry/Mighton is still hopeful, because he is gonna find a way of these savage planet, defeat that godawful empress and back to his family. He just knows it.

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Satanism - a way to embrace Pluto?

My mind has been occupied with Pluto lately, the planet, god and symbol of “the hidden things”, the occult, the underworld, darkness, fate, rage, destruction, transformation, abduction, man’s primitive nature, life and death, power and powerlessness, fear, violation and fertility. There’s so much nuance to all planetary (archetypal) principles and there’s always more to explore. Pluto especially is a mysterious and threatening figure (force) in our lives and in the world at large. I have talked about it in previous posts, here / here and here… I’ve also explored the 8th house, which is the astrological house of Scorpio and Pluto here and here.

Many people understandably avoid anything that has to do with the darker elements of life and human nature until they are forced to deal with them. This is possibly why Pluto has been associated with violence because we are typically dragged into the depths; we don’t go there willingly. Some people, however, have lives that are marked by Pluto to such a degree that they can’t pretend that he doesn’t exist. By deciding to consciously accept him and embrace his influence it is possible to live a richer life. After all, Pluto is not only a god of destruction; he is also a god of riches. It seems to me, that the worship of Satan (as practiced by members of the Church of Satan) is very much in line with Pluto’s gifts and his riches. It’s an attempt to embrace the carnal nature. However, this Plutonian carnality is not as basic as it seems. It has its own intelligence, its own spirituality and its own laws. It seems to me that Pluto has to do with survival – psychological, emotional, spiritual and physical. He stands for survival and life at all levels of the being. As stated on the official website, “To us, Satan is the symbol that best suits the nature of we who are carnal by birth—people who feel no battles raging between our thoughts and feelings, we who do not embrace the concept of a soul imprisoned in a body. He represents pride, liberty, and individualism—qualities often defined as Evil by those who worship external deities, who feel there is a war between their minds and emotions.”

I think, that this philosophy attempts to treasure the whole (hu)man, to recognize his divinity even in his subjective thoughts and feelings. It’s an attempt to honor the darker aspects of human nature – anger, rage, and instinctual responses. It’s essentially to honor the earth, the dark void, and the merciless existence. Putting faith in external deities is robbing the individual of his divinity; it’s separating him from life. Christianity has, at least in part, made people think of Evil as an autonomous force (an external deity), corrupting good souls and creating fear and panic. By avoiding seeing reality as a whole, Christianity perpetuates fear instead of confronting it. As I understand it, Satanists don’t invest belief in any gods (symbolic of human drives and instincts) because they see that these mind-made constructs are part of their own psyche. Satanists place themselves at the center of their own subjective universe without seeking to befriend or worship mythical entities that are separate from them.

It seems to me though, from studying astrology, that there’s no way to escape deity. In the effort to not have any god, to place the self at the center, as is characteristic of the Church of Satan, one is in fact aligning or siding with an archetype. It’s impossible not to. I think this is made quite obvious when using astrology and analyzing natal charts. The archetypal energies are expressing themselves through and as the individuals.

In fact, let’s take a look at the chart of the founder of the Church of Satan, Anton Szandor LaVey. I would expect him to have a strong Pluto because of the emphasis on embracing the carnal side and the spiritual dimension of it. There’s also a big emphasis on being whole (a solar principle) through recognizing the totality of life, facing the strength and power within oneself and using the necessary tools to improve one’s own life. This would include consciously using symbols and images (like the image of Satan) in order to get the desired effect. If symbols are given autonomous power it’s a problem only if it puts the individual in a disempowered position. Personal integrity and liberty is also of utmost importance, which sounds rather Aquarian to me. Let’s have a look.

The chart of Anton Szandor LaVey, as found on astrotheme.com.

The Sun is in Aries, which is not surprising considering his strong faith in individuality, his initiative to start a “new religion”, to provide a contrasting influence, to place himself at the “center”, to go by no other rules than his own, to welcome opposition, the desire to be his own master and a leader of his own life. Aries as a sign is strongly linked to the warrior archetype, of fighting for what one believes in without compromise, to claim authority in spirit, to conquer, to place subjectivity over objectivity (because there’s no real difference from the perspective of Aries). Selfishness is the basis for existence; it is through honoring the self that one can honor other people’s independence. Mars, which is the planetary ruler of Aries, is concerned with personal strength and potency (note; Mars is sometimes referred to as the lower octave of Pluto). It seems like LaVey lived on his own terms, relying on his own natural instincts and gifts to get by in life. This is all very typical of Aries people, to live of off a self-generated optimism and conviction of one’s own ability. “The rules don’t apply to me” is the overall sentiment – the rules originated somewhere and that which originates from my own self is no less valuable or divine, even if it’s raw, ugly or imperfect it is still of “The Self”, the force that animates existence.

To no surprise, Pluto makes a square aspect to his Sun. He would’ve lived with the threat of his own destructive rage, his own inner violence and uncompromising desire. To him, it was probably difficult to consciously accept this side (the square aspect always represents a conflict) but he certainly tried to acknowledge his “darkness” through founding the Church of Satan. A person with a trine aspect between Sun-Pluto would not have been as motivated or pressed to bridge the gap between the self and the primitive and taboo because there wouldn’t have been anything to bridge. The square relationships between two planets usually motivate the individual to try to solve dilemma of conflicting principles within the psyche through external work. Squares usually force work in a very concrete fashion. When a person is serious about something, and is trying to make something happen it’s usually indicative of a square aspect within the personal chart. For example, I have a Neptune square Mercury aspect. I try to read and write and educate myself to some kind of higher state, some transcendent and elevated experience because the connection is not smooth between these planets. I try to articulate things properly in order to bridge the gap between personal mind and the nuance of collective feeling. I try to reflect the essence or feeling tone of energies through my writing.

The interesting thing about LaVey is that he truly took on the appearance of a devil – he was probably aware of the power of looks, the impact that certain clothing or symbols have. He was undoubtedly theatrical. Pluto in the 5th house might have something to do with this, as it’s the house of individual expression. The 5th house is all about personal creation; it’s the realm of children and play. In a sense, he was no different from a child dressing up in costumes and playing “the dark one”, which is probably why people mocked him for it. Even when Pluto is in the 5th house it is never light-hearted, he is all in, ruthlessly determined. Pluto placed in this house takes play seriously. He takes personal expression seriously. His creations are his and he should be at the center of them. The individual should be credited for his abilities, not the other way around, just as the individual shouldn’t be appreciated because his gifts are “of the gods”. They belong as much to the individual as it does to the deities. This is certainly the spirit of Pluto. He answers to no other god than himself and he sees life as it is, in its most vile forms, without flinching. Life is in all expressions, in the primitive as well as in the sophisticated. This is, in many ways, a deeply honest way to live. Another thing that catches my attention is the bi-quintiles Pluto makes to the MC (public image) and the AC (personal image/persona). The bi-quintile aspect is generally considered to say something about a certain talent or style, a mercurial quality or skill. He truly has the style of Pluto, both in his countenance and in his societal achievements. He looks dark and mysterious, preoccupied with the occult side of life. Perhaps he even had a certain talent for “magic”, at least he claimed to.

Satanists believe in indulgence (which doesn’t imply compulsion) over abstinence, primarily because there’s no belief in heaven or an after life. The individual is placed at the center of his own universe as his own master – through and through. Although many people would agree that self-mastery is a good thing, many also tend promote, in the same vein, that “people make mistakes” and that they “should be forgiven”. As I understand it, Satanism as a philosophy would state that mistakes are only mistakes if the self-mastered individual firmly believes it to be so in complete honesty and integrity. Self-deceit is considered to be a sin, unless of course it’s done intentionally - it would then not be a sin. Going along with roles that other people have cast one in is self-deceit – that is, for example, shouldering the role as a “sinner” because other people have imposed that label or role onto you is not indicative of self-respect, it’s a betrayal of your own reality. Notably, LaVey has an Aquarius Ascendant, Lilith in Aquarius in the 1st house and Uranus widely conjunct his Sun (both in the independent sign of Aries). He is definitely not a person to follow the herd – in fact “Herd Conformity” is one of the Cardinal Sins in Satanism. He leads life through the principle of being his own godhead, his own intellectual genius, and his own unique and separate individual, detached from the norms and conventions enough to go against them if he pleases. Aquarius is a sign that considers the map of life in an intellectual sense. This sign is also the sign of the progressive individual, someone who wants to make a difference on a larger scale. He certainly did, through constructing a thought-system that could benefit people. It’s no wonder that the first of the Nine Cardinal Sins (as found on the official website) is Stupidity. Of course it would be to an Aquarius Rising! “Think for yourself; don’t go along with everything you’re told” is the plea.

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