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astroa3h · 3 months

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venus through the houses (negative traits) 🦢

Venus, often celebrated for its qualities of love, beauty, and harmony, also has a shadow side that can manifest in various ways, depending on the house it resides in. Imagine Venus not just as the planet of love but also as a complex character with its virtues and vices, navigating through the neighborhoods of the zodiac.

✨1st House: The Mask of Vanity✨

When Venus sits in the 1st House, it's like wearing a mask of charm and attractiveness. However, this placement can lead to an obsession with personal appearance and a compulsion to be liked, often at the expense of genuine self-expression. People with this placement might struggle with superficiality, using their charm as a shield to hide their true selves.

✨2nd House: The Hoarder of Pleasures✨

In the 2nd House, Venus's dark side turns to materialism. Here, the love for beauty and comfort can morph into an unquenchable thirst for possessions and luxury, leading to greed or excessive indulgence in sensory pleasures, making it hard to understand the true value of things beyond their price tags.

✨3rd House: The Sweet Talker✨

Venus in the 3rd House can weave words like a spell, but this gift might be used manipulatively. The desire for social harmony can become a fear of confrontation, leading to dishonesty or saying what others want to hear instead of the truth. Relationships may suffer from a lack of depth due to an avoidance of uncomfortable discussions.

✨4th House: The Homebound Heart✨

In the 4th House, Venus's shadow shows in the form of clinging to comfort and familiarity, leading to resistance against change and growth. Emotional security might be sought in possessions or the home environment, creating a bubble that's hard to leave for the fear of losing stability.

✨5th House: The Drama Lover✨

Venus in the 5th House loves romance and creativity but can get caught up in the drama of love, treating relationships like a stage for personal amusement. This can lead to superficial connections or a chase for eternal honeymoon phases, avoiding the reality of deeper, more mature partnerships.

✨6th House: The People Pleaser✨

Here, Venus's need for approval manifests in the workplace or daily routines, leading to over-accommodating behaviors. A desire to be liked by peers and superiors can result in neglecting one's own needs or values, causing burnout or resentment in the long run.

✨7th House: The Co-dependent✨

In the 7th House, Venus's dark side is in its fear of being alone, leading to co-dependency in relationships. There's a risk of losing one's identity in the quest for harmony and partnership, with a tendency to compromise too much or stay in unsatisfying relationships for the sake of peace.

✨8th House: The Obsessor✨

Venus in the 8th House can bring intense relationships, but with a potential for possessiveness or jealousy. The desire for deep connections may turn into an obsession, where love is confused with control, leading to toxic dynamics that are hard to escape.

✨9th House: The Eternal Optimist✨

While optimism is generally positive, Venus in the 9th House can lead to unrealistic expectations, especially in love and beliefs. There's a tendency to idolize partners or philosophies without acknowledging their flaws, which can lead to disappointment when reality checks in.

✨10th House: The Status Seeker✨

In the 10th House, Venus's influence can focus too much on social status and success, valuing relationships based on how they enhance personal reputation or career. Genuine connections might be sacrificed for the sake of ambition, leading to a sense of emptiness despite outward achievements.

✨11th House: The Fair-weather Friend✨

Venus in the 11th House may love to be surrounded by friends, but there's a risk of superficiality, where connections are maintained only when they are beneficial or enjoyable. This placement can struggle with commitment to deeper, less convenient friendships.

✨12th House: The Secret Lover✨

Lastly, in the 12th House, Venus hides in the realm of secrets and sacrifices. Love may be expressed through suffering or martyrdom, leading to unrequited loves or relationships that exist more in fantasy than reality. There's a danger of losing oneself in illusions, avoiding the practical side of love.

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atravesty · 24 days

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Scorpio Full Moon Messages for You (Love/Relationships)

There may be some guidance meant for you below to support you during the upcoming emotional Scorpio full moon (please heart/share/follow/provide feedback if this resonated with you):

Pick a Crystal - 1. Black Tourmaline, 2. Peach Moonstone, 3. Rose Quartz

Pile 1 - Black Tourmaline

Protection, purification, grounding, stability/security, growth

Numbers: 1, 4, 5, 9, 11

Tarot: 4 of Pentacles Reversed, 9 of Cups Reversed, Ace of Swords, Page of Cups Reversed

You may currently be in a situation where you're hoarding and placing too much value on wealth and material possessions. Despite you coveting what you have, there may still be a sense of emotional unfulfillment as everything you've obtained still isn't what you truly desire. There may be a "missing piece to your puzzle" that you're seeking, which may be in the form of a romantic connection. You may be being stingy out of fear that someone will take advantage of your generosity, especially if you're currently trying your luck in the dating scene. What you may not realize is that your greed is actually what is blocking you from fulfilling your deeper desires and forming meaningful connections. You are being encouraged to be more appreciative of what you already have and make a daily habit of practicing gratitude. You may finally have a breakthrough moment of clarity about your situation after a period where you had been missing all the signs. You may tap into a more creative way of thinking that puts you on the right path to fulfill your material & spiritual desires.

Pile 2 - Peach Moonstone

Calming/soothing, protection, luck, hope, intuition/dreams

Numbers: 1, 3, 6, 9, 33

Tarot: Fool, Justice Reversed, Moon Reversed, 8 of Cups Reversed

You may currently be feeling a lot of guilt and grief about something you said/did in the past that you feel you must atone for now. You may have a habit of escapism and letting your avoidant tendencies get the best of you, which resulted in you saying or doing hurtful things (potential third party) and forcing you walk away from a romantic (or platonic, but mostly romantic) connection. It may not have taken you that long to realize that you regret what you had said to this person and wish you hadn't pushed them out of your life. You may be missing them being by your side at this time. Despite wanting to reach out to make amends, you may be being held back by anxiety and fear that they won't accept your apology or allow you back into their life. You are being encouraged to take full accountability for any dishonesty and your past actions, regardless of the result. There is potential to pursue a new beginning with this person ("clean slate"), but you must approach this situation with optimism, despite not knowing the outcome, and discern between reality and the illusions you cast in your brain out of self-deprecation and self-sabotage.

Pile 3 - Rose Quartz

Trust, harmony, unconditional love, emotional healing, attracts love

Numbers: 1, 4, 5, 6, 11

Tarot: Hanged Man, 2 of Cups Reversed, Queen of Cups Reversed, Knight of Wands

You may be currently ruminating about a previous breakup, or have recently experienced one, which is causing you to feel closed off and apathetic to future love. You may be feeling insecure, unworthy of love, suppressing these emotions to avoid confronting your uncomfortable truths, and potentially even projecting your insecurities onto others in the form of criticisms and unrealistic expectations. You are being encouraged to take this time to reflect, address the unhealed traumas, and embrace the new to adopt a new perspective to the heartbreak you've experienced. This is an opportunity to find great wisdom by practicing self-love and healing any wounds from past relationships. Be responsible for your own emotions and how they may have played a a part in negatively impacting past relationships as well. You must shift your reality to match your desires and pursue what you want with courage and enthusiasm, as your positive momentum will eventually put you at the right place & right time for something better.

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graves4girls · 7 months

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for syzoothhhh... any fluff relationship hcs on your mind ?

☆ headcanons | syzoth

✮ wc. 1.2k ⚠︎ warning(s): gn!reader (i normally write fem!readers so if i put the wrong prns smwhere let me know and i'll fix it) i apologize if this is ooc i'm still learning how to write him (つ﹏<。)

also idk what species his family was so let's just say they weren't human/humanoid so this holds up

Just to start off, he finds himself taking a liking to you far too quickly, and he doesn't really understand why exactly you're so intriguing at first. Maybe it was the way you accepted him so earnestly upon meeting him, without a hint of dishonesty in your sweet voice, or maybe it was the simple fact that he found you to be incredibly appealing physically. Spoilers: It was both, and so. much. more.

He's hesitant to bare his natural form in front of you at first, worried he'd scare you off. And he panics when he spots you in a crowd, having just wielded his scales moments prior in the midst of battle, unaware of your presence until the damage was already done.

You'd found him before he could flee the battleground, gently prodding questions at the scene that'd just unfolded before you, and he sheepishly offers a mumbly explanation, green eyes darting everywhere but your own. You had assured him it was "fucking awesome," and he fell that much harder.

When he does realize he's attracted to you romantically, he isn't quite sure how to run the news by you. Does he just outright blurt it out? Does he drop little hints and let you figure it out? He doesn't have a clue how human attraction works, not necessarily having much practice in the area, so instead he yearns from a distance for a good while.

You'd catch him staring at you whenever you were in the same room, and he'd always be the first one to defend/protect you, were you caught up in any sort of trouble.

He isn't the best at hiding his infatuation, as much as he'd like to say he is. He slips up numerous times: lingering a hand on your waist when he helps you up from the sparring mat, offering you small trinkets he says reminds him of you almost on a daily basis, spewing mindless praises whenever you do something that impresses him before he can stop himself. I mean, can you blame him? You were perfect in every way.

You catch him alone one afternoon, giving him a knowing look as you tilt your head. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" He'd stiffened for a moment, concerned with your sudden cornering. "Have I upset you?" You punch his chest lightly, rolling your eyes with a small smile. "No, you're not in trouble. I was just wondering…how much longer are you gonna wait to make a move?"

He was both thrilled and utterly mortified by your interrogation, but he wouldn't dwell on it. He'd finally been able to voice his feelings, and you'd accepted his confession with a sweet smile and a brush of your thumb over his knuckles.

NOW to the ensuing relationship.

He was already protective of you prior to your relationship, but with the new emotional territory came his heightened need to keep you from harm or stress, following you like a lost puppy whenever you ventured into foreign land, unknowing of the threats that may be lurking, or clinging to you whenever you fell victim to unwanted attention, assuring whoever was heckling you knew he wasn't one to piss off.

Even behind closed doors, he's hanging off of you any chance he can take, partially owing to the fact that he's cold-blooded, and you're so warm. He can't get enough of your body heat, draped over you like a blanket as you tend to the most mundane of tasks, half-heartedly whining that he was too heavy to be dropping his full weight on your back as you amble around the house.

He's not exactly accustomed to the physicality of an intimate relationship in this form, but he swears he falls even harder when he sees how patient you are with him. You don't reprimand him if he accidentally bashes your noses together the first couple times he tries to initiate a kiss, or when he kind of hovers his hands around you when you slip into his lap to make out, unsure of where to grab you. You'd giggled against his lips, mumbling something into his skin as you'd settled his hands on your waist, assuring him he was getting the hang of this thing.

When he learns how to kiss you without nearly breaking one of your noses, he's stealing kisses left and right, whether it be a quick, chaste peck to the lips or full on tongue. He's starting to understand the appeal of human relationships.

He's not too much of a show-off when it comes to being out in public, he likes to keep your business your business. But, if need be, he'll wrap an arm around your waist, or press his chest to your back with a hand settled on your hip if someone tries to chat you up, his subtle possessiveness creeping up on him as he spits a few choice words. He avoids your eyes, a bit embarrassed at his childish behavior when you tease him about it later, but you follow up your taunt with a kiss, hand caressing his cheek. "It was kinda hot, honestly."

Selfishly, he loves to be praised and complimented. Be it due to his rough past, he absolutely melts whenever you shower him in heartfelt praises. You tell him how much you love him, how drop-dead gorgeous he is, how proud you are of him, and he's a mess. Thanks to your constant affirmations, he isn't nearly as ashamed of this form as he was before you met, and damn if he isn't grateful to have someone like you to call his.

He adores his alone time with you, soft caresses to his strong muscles as you ramble about your most recent training session, fingers absentmindedly drawing shapes into his skin as he listens to every word that falls from your pretty lips. He'll never get tired of the way your warm hand mindlessly trails all over his cold skin, ultimately ending the night with him curled around you from behind, arms like a vice as he silently pleads you to stay with him, nuzzling his nose into the side of your neck as he falls asleep.

He enjoys the days where you offer him a massage after a long sparring match, chilled skin warmed by the candles you light as he relaxes against your touch. Little hisses and grunts leave him as you knead at the tense muscles, working out all the knots with skill, and without fail he ends up fast asleep every single time.

He also likes when you run your fingers through his short hair, nails gently massaging his scalp as he hums, leaning into your gentle touch.

On the off chance he decides to morph back into his natural form, he'll curl up to you, big head nestled in your lap as you run your fingers along his rough scales, low, content grumbles rumbling in his throat as he lays there.

He's absolutely head over heels for you, and he makes sure you know it. Nuzzling up to you in the quiet comfort of your home, longing gazes when he can't get to you from across the room, muttering gentle reminders of his unbridled affection in passing between training sessions or battles.

#s.reptile #syzoth #reptile #syzoth x reader #reptile x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk #mk1

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milkb0nny · 26 days

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Hello. I saw the open request box and I didn’t know if you would be open to write something for Bjorn? Is he a character that you like? Do you have a favourite character from Series Vikings? I read a lot of your work and it’s so beautiful. Would you be able to write something about and obsessed Bjorn with reader and maybe some smuttyness ✨✨✨Mybe she joins him on the first trip to the Mediterranean 😍😍Andhe can see her from the ship across speaking to Floki and Helga ?

loyal dishonesty

Björn x neutral!reader

Björn: A man obsessing over you

Summary: Björn, who is known to be an adventurous and lustful lover, finally caught an endless desire: you. Though, how is he to portray his passion and admiration towards you?

Note: Thank you for your request! Björn is an... okay character. I rewatched the series so many times and with every rewatch I'm able to like him more. Still, he's far away from being a favorite. 😭 I love Ivar and Floki, as well as Helga and Torvi. Also - the smüt might be a little... Well, I usually don't write smüt. 🫠

Warnings: a little smüt, lustful behavior

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⚜️ When Björn fell for you, his attention became laser-focused on you. The first spark emerged just like with other women, though with you he felt he couldn't reach you. You were different - hard to get yet playful. He's known for his ambition and drive, but when he's in love, that intensity is redirected towards his beloved. His mind desired you, his body burned for your touch and his eyes were always glued on your very beautiful features. Every decision he made was influenced by thoughts of you.

⚜️ He kindly offered you drinks, a lovely chat or a sweet tease to make him seem interesting. Your personality was not only captivating but making him obsessive. Björn's love manifested as a fierce protectiveness - and an unhealthy obsession with you. He was almost obsessive about keeping you safe, especially on the way to the Mediterranean Sea. He secretly checked on you - your health, your daily activities and your bonds with others.

⚜️ Although his history with cheating is well known, he's also a jealous person. He despised to view you with other men or women who glared at you with lust. Björn felt entitled to you as if he had owned the right to you. No one should come too close, no one should touch your precious body without his permission. Though you weren't his, he still kept barging in whenever a person insisted perverted intentions.

⚜️ Björn is not one who opens up. He prefers to be viewed as the strong provider, a fearless man and a good soldier. However everyone is vulnerable. Björn found himself in a difficult position: he wanted to be vulnerable to show you his honest love though he didn't want to lose his identity as a powerful man. Throughout your time together you watched the thick wall break into pieces little by little. You learned about his flaws, his emotional struggles and especially about his insufferable self esteem. Deep inside he was more insecure than you ever had anticipated. Nevertheless you loved him for sharing that with you which was another reason to never let you go. You knew things no one else was supposed to know. In order to keep his secrets hidden, he needed to make you his. His only.

⚜️ As Björn's love deepens, so does his desperation to hold onto it. Emotions crept up his mind he had never encountered before with anyone else. A strange feeling, robbing his thoughts at night. He fears losing you, his passion, more than anything else and is willing to go to extreme lengths to keep you by his side, even if it means sacrificing his own happiness or ambitions. You did not only entertain him, you showed him how true love looked like. The feeling of your warmth was unique and too worthy to ever let go of. Your embrace motivated him to fight for his ambitions but you also scared him. You could not only pass away during battle, but sicknesses also haunt people's lives. A constant bitter taste - one that made him into a loyal husband.

⚜️ His care showed through intimate times as well. Whenever you begged him for nightly adventures, he was more than ready to fulfill your desires. However, in the back of his foggy mind, he would always make sure you're comfortable. Scaring you or hurting you during such vulnerable actions frightened him. Even if his thrusts were rough and heavy, his hands kept softly petting your shoulders.

⚜️ His obsession with you came so far, that he never engages in positions where he can't see your face. Oh, how he adores your flushed red face, your closed eyes and the messy hair of yours. Björn was convinced he would miss out on your heavenly being if the two of you would not see each other during the deed.

⚜️ Björn is a master of seduction, and he loves to show his affection through physical intimacy. Whatever he lays his eyes on isn't safe from his flirtatious attempts. Especially with you he loved to take his time. Playfulness was a form of embracing his love: he would tease you, give you soft pecks and would tickle you only to hear you laugh. From tender caresses to steamy embraces, every touch is filled with desire and longing. He'll tease and flirt shamelessly, always keeping you on your toes with his witty banter and mischievous grin. After all, you were the one for him.

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blurredcolour · 4 months

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I Wish You Love | Part Three

I Wish You Love Masterlist

Lewis Nixon x Housemaid!Female Reader

The letter you never intended to post has a slew of consequences and life will never be the same for anyone – you and Captain Nixon most of all.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Angst, Class Divide, Infidelity, Dishonesty, Minor Reader Injury, Blood, Language, Smoking, Alcohol Consumption, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Mature/Explicit Themes - 18+ ONLY.

Author's Note: Reader's nationality is British and liberties have been taken in describing her background and family life for the sake of plot. No physical descriptions or y/n used. A good portion of this fic will be letter-based. This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the HBO series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

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Lieutenant Nixon’s reply arrived in early October. The weeks since the family’s return to Lydiard had been bleak. The change from summer to autumn typically brought with it a renewed sense of energy, vigor, and anticipation for the festivities to come at the end of the year. All you seemed to feel was the life draining out of the world around you, underwritten by a growing sense of dread that culminated in the arrival of the morning post that day.

You lost your breakfast in the bathroom, hands shaking as they wiped your mouth clean, unable to face the contents of the envelope. Miss Isobel, for her part, was basking in her re-insertion into her social circle around Lydiard – gentlemen callers, vapid daughters of landed gentry. She barely noticed how unwell or vacant you looked, though catching your own reflection in her mirror as you fixed her hair reminded you to get a grip until you could take Dash for his walk.

Even once you’d reached the lake shore, the dog settling into a more relaxed pace after his initial excitement at the outset, you remained reluctant to open it. It felt as though there were a ticking time bomb lurking in your dress, awaiting one wrong move. The only problem was, you’d already made that wrong move.

“No going back now.” You muttered grimly and gingerly slid the letter from its envelope.

The pages crinkled in your hand as your gripped them fiercely, trying with all your might to swallow past the lump in your throat. You weren’t entirely sure which part was worse, reading him pledge his undying devotion to another woman or the fact that he would not give up on her unless she were to outright refuse him. Because despite the utter mess you had made of it, there was no possible way you could ever find it in yourself to do that.

And so, like the complete coward you had become, you took a page from Miss Isobel’s book and simply did not reply. As you should have done all those months ago in May. It was her intention to leave his correspondence unanswered, you were just, finally – after a long and twisted path – honouring her wishes. Never mind that it turned all food to sawdust in your mouth and robbed you of sleep, changing you into some sleep-walking wraith.

Letters continued to arrive from him, every three weeks or so, and were promptly stored away in the bottom of your suitcase with the rest. Sweet Izzy was as good as dead. There was only the real article left and she was just as much a handful as she’d ever been, carrying-on with some doctor at the prison camp now. The air turned cold, sparkling frost replaced the morning dew on the lawn. You barely noticed it as you allowed Dash to drag you along behind him on his daily sojourns.

Your father was begging you to come home on your day off before Christmas, maybe it would do you good to get out of Lydiard for a while – out of your grief-stricken stupor and back into the land of the living. Returning Dash to his favourite cushion in the sitting room one morning, you quickly grabbed a tray to collect one of the cut crystal glasses that had surely been left in there by a house guest the night before. You were crossing through the front hall towards the back stairs when you heard Mr. Atkinson open the front door.

“Good day, Captain Nixon.” His tone was as professional as ever, but you still managed to note the hint of surprise as you whirled around to see the very man whose letters you had been avoiding standing there in his dress uniform.

Two gold bars now adorned his garrison cap. So that was why Mr. Atkinson had called him Captain. Struggling to inhale a full breath, you realized much too late that you had lost sensation in your fingertips, the sound of the tray and its fragile cargo impacting the ground overtaking whatever Captain Nixon had said in reply to Mr. Atkinson’s greeting.

Cursing under your breath, you crouched quickly to snatch up the tray, frantically trying to pluck the shards of broken crystal from the floor with your bare fingers as your heart slammed against your rib cage like a bird trying to escape its confines. A particularly large, jagged edge caught the flesh of your palm, making you hiss as blood welled scarlet against your skin.

“Whoa, easy there.” Captain Nixon’s voice was a lot closer than you expected, making you jolt back, startled. “Let me see that.” He coaxed gently as he grasped your wrist in one hand, producing a monogrammed handkerchief from his pocket with the other. “You really shouldn’t be picking up broken glass with your bare hands, you know.” He chided with a soft grin, expertly wrapping your hand with the soft, expensive cotton.

You watched silently, wondering how many times he’d performed similar acts on his fellow soldiers in the heat of battle. You’d never realized quite how good his aftershave smelled, how the hints of vanilla and allspice wrapped around you before.

“There, all better.” His voice shattered through your retreat inward, and you looked to him quickly, barely meeting his warm eyes, the same shade as his favourite whiskey, before you had to look away lest your expression betray your inner turmoil.

“Thank you, Captain.” You murmured softly and shuffled backward again before pushing to your feet.

“Almost makes me sorry I got promoted.” He smirked and your brow wrinkled in bewilderment as he rose to his feet. “Miss being called ‘leftenant.’” He shrugged and you gulped as tears stung your eyes with a sudden viciousness.

“If you’ll follow me to the sitting room, we’ll find Miss Isobel, sir.” Mr. Atkinson stepped forward, shooting you a reproachful look.

You tensed rigidly with a quick nod. One of the footmen had arrived with a broom and dustpan to continue cleaning up your mess and you surrendered your tray filled with broken parts, wondering if they could all see the shattered pieces of your heart laying there upon it too. Dashing up the stairs towards Miss Isobel’s room, you endeavoured to regulate your breathing, not needing to dissolve into hysterics now. There was no escape. Your Waterloo had come, it seemed, and you may as well face up to the mess you created with your own two hands and a pen.

Knocking on the door, you entered only once Miss Isobel’s voice called out to you, finding her lounging on her bed with the newest edition of her favourite magazine.

“Miss Isobel, I wonder if I might have a moment of your time.” You clenched your fists at your sides, digging your nails into the heels of your palms, the ersatz bandage on your right hand driving home the purpose and necessity of what was about to be the most awkward conversation of your entire life.

She let the magazine drop to the duvet dramatically with an annoyed, expectant look upon her face as you clicked the door shut behind you.

“Captain Lewis Nixon is downstairs, Miss–”

“What?” She interrupted sharply and you took a shaky breath, seizing the last threads of your composure in a death grip.

“He’s come because…well I’m afraid he believes…” You struggled to sum up the litany of your offences tidily.

“Oh, do get on with it.” She huffed, tossing the periodical aside and sitting up, patting at her hair vainly to check the style was still in place.

“Captain Nixon is under the impression that you have been writing to him since May, Miss.” You forced the words out in a rush, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as she stood slowly.

“Whyever would he think that? He been drinking too much again?” She laughed snidely, smoothing her skirt.

Clenching your jaw, you shook your head firmly. “No. Because I’ve been writing to him in your name.” Your voice trembled but you managed to keep it at an audible volume, standing completely still as she stalked over to you with a cold rage in her eyes.

“Why you sneaky little bitch.” She sneered before her palm lashed out to smack across your left cheek with a harsh ‘crack.’

Blinking rapidly as your eyes immediately began to water, in retrospect you wished you had given her a piece of your mind, but in reality, all that tumbled out of your mouth was a series of apologies. “I am so very sorry, Miss, I just wanted him to feel supported while he fought overseas. I know it wasn’t my place and I swear I meant nothing by it I–”

“You are dismissed.” She cut you off with words you dreaded and yet expected all at once. “You filthy fortune hunter. Did you really think he’d fall for such stupid tricks?! What a foolish girl you were all along, just like I told Papa. He’s married you know?” The cruel glee that lit up her eyes before she began to laugh like a jackal made your blood curdle, the word ricocheting through your brain.

…married….Married…MARRIED…

“Now remove yourself from this house at once, I never want to see your face again. I will be sure to inform Atkinson and Papa just what you’ve done, you horrid girl.” She reached behind you to wrench to door open and pointed, sending you fleeing from the room towards the back stairs with that singular, devastating word still echoing in your mind as your vision began to blur.

Bursting into your room, your former room, you collected your limited number of possessions and roughly shoved them into your suitcase and duffel bag. Stripping out of your serving dress for most likely the last time you would ever wear such a garment, for you were surely leaving without a reference, you pulled on a wool dress and coat before taking your things down the servants’ stairs to the kitchen. Ignoring Mrs. Brigham’s call from the kitchen you dashed out to the garage to fetch your bicycle, strapping your luggage to the back fender and taking off down the side drive as fast as your legs could peddle.

Eventually you had to slow down, legs aching, lungs burning, allowing yourself to glide along the asphalt of the road into Swindon as you finally permitted the tears that had been brimming at your waterline to slide down your cheeks. In truth you should be more upset about the loss of your job, especially as the main breadwinner in your family, but it would be easy enough to get a job at the Railway Works. It most likely would pay better and have shorter hours too – your father had just never approved of you becoming a ‘canary girl’ with skin and hair tinged yellow from hours of pouring TNT into shells for use by the military. Well, he’d have to get over that now, if he wanted to keep the flat and have food in his belly.

No, the far more distressing thing in all this was the fact that you’d allowed yourself to develop such deep-seated feelings for a married man. It was honestly no surprise that Miss…just Isobel now…had carried on with him despite that knowledge, but that was a line you would have never allowed yourself to cross knowingly. You let out a wry, watery laugh. What a pathetic line to draw amidst lying, impersonation, and god knows what other sins you had surely committed. Your bicycle wobbled to a stop as it ran out of momentum, and you slowly began to pedal once more to keep progressing towards town. The heavy load would certainly double the usual time it took to get there.

The sound of vehicle approaching from behind had you carefully steering toward the shoulder, giving them as much room to pass as possible. As the American military jeep drove slowly past, you held your breath, heart plummeting to your stomach as it too pulled off onto the shoulder, stopping a few feet in front of you. Captain Nixon jumped from the left side and began striding back towards you with a very determined look upon his face. Of course, Isobel had told him everything, she had made it clear she would, you had been naïve to hope to avoid this moment. Dismounting carefully, you turned your head to quickly wipe at your face, wincing at the tenderness in your cheek born of Isobel’s palm, before turning back to find him standing directly in front of you.

“So, it was you.” His voice was quiet, quieter than you’d ever heard him speak, lacking his usual playfulness.

“Yes.” Your voice refused to come out in anything above a whisper, so you nodded to be sure he understood your answer, gripping the handlebars so tightly the cut on your palm ached in protest.

“Was it some kind of joke, then?” He scoffed, crossing his arms defensively and your eyes widened in horror at the idea of doing something so cruel.

Captain Nixon’s eyes flicked your throbbing cheek, and you wondered if it had started to swell. “No.” You replied with a firm shake of the head.

“Did…did you mean a word of it?” His voice was laced with a dangerously tempting hint of tenderness and you felt your lower lip tremble precariously.

Of course you had, every word of it in fact, but there was no way you could admit to such things now that you knew the full truth. Clearing your throat painfully you took a deep breath to steel your nerves.

“I see you’re not wearing your wedding ring, Captain. Were you afraid you’d lose it?” You replied to his question with one of your own, feeling every bit of pain that unfurled across his impeccable features as though it were your own.

Gritting your teeth against it, lest you give in to your weaker impulses, you steered your bicycle around him and continued on your way to town. Captain Nixon did not stop you. Did not say a word.

Regret would stalk you for weeks, your harsh, high-handed words replaying cruelly in your mind any time you read or heard about the surprise German offensive through the Ardennes.

Your hasty packing job had inevitably resulted in failure and Helen kindly took it upon herself to deliver the last few items you had missed on her day off. Word of your transgression had spread like wildfire through Lydiard House, and while she did not seem to approve of what you had done, she did have sympathy for Captain Nixon who had apparently ‘departed immediately for France’ after leaving that morning. It could not have been a full week before the Germans pushed through into Belgium and his Regiment was deployed in desperate defence.

The Battle of the Bulge was discussed endlessly at your easily acquired job at the Swindon Railway Works factory where you were immediately put on the assembly line filling shells with TNT and gingerly tapping detonators into their caps. Tap too hard and a girl could lose her limbs – it was something everyone on the floor had witnessed at least once, you were told. The exacting work was fairly sufficient to keep your mind off the fact that you had sent a man to his possible death with nothing but harsh admonishment.

If he had found you not fifteen minutes later, you may have been able to bite your tongue, to answer him truthfully. Surely, he had deserved it after the dishonesty you had perpetuated, but your pride and cheek were smarting awfully from your ill treatment at Isobel’s hand, and you had taken it out on him. For all your judgment of her as a twenty-five-year-old spoiled child, you had behaved no better when it truly mattered. You had not been very forthcoming with the details upon arriving home to your father, freshly unemployed, but he had tolerated your silence and poorly hidden tears as you made up your old twin bed in the corner of the sitting room.

You were also able to save a little money, no longer needing the neighbourhood girl to come by the flat to clean once a week as you were able to manage that outside your hours at the factory. In fact, you found yourself with too much free time, and a dramatic increase in wages, deciding to visit a used bookshop to pick up a novel to read just after New Year’s. The display in the shop window with a relatively new World Atlas caught your attention and you found yourself leaving with it as well as a well-worn copy of War and Peace so that you might finally finish it.

As your father turned on the BBC news broadcast on the wireless that evening, the pair of you sitting side-by-side on the worn sofa, you cracked open your Atlas to follow along with the locations named on the pages within. The mention of the 101st Airborne or the ‘Battered Bastards of Bastogne’ as they were now affectionately known, made you inhale sharply. You squinted at the small village on the page, a spider’s web of roads all converging on that singular dot, truly illustrating its strategic importance.

“I really don’t understand what happened up at the House, sweet pea, and you never have to tell me. But whoever that American Lieutenant is, you really ought to let him know how much you care for him.”

You looked to your father slowly, pressing your lips together before exhaling through your nose “He’s a Captain now.” You murmured softly.

“Whatever his rank, my girl, whatever transpired, tell him.” He eyed you firmly.

“But–”

He held up his hand, silencing you. “I won’t terrify you with the things I’ve seen or endured. But I swear to you there is nothing more important when the world is so intent on tearing itself apart.”

“Oh Daddy…” You sighed tearfully and he pulled you into his shoulder as you wiped at your eyes quickly. “…what if it’s too late?”

“Oh, sweet pea.” He squeezed you tightly into his side. “It might be, but at least you’ll have tried and that’s all any of us can really do.”

You nodded weepily, quieting down as Churchill came on to give an inspiring address before you stood to clean up for the night, seeing your father to bed before turning in yourself. As you lay in your bed in the corner of the room, staring at the water-stained ceiling, you turned your father’s words over and over in your mind, not getting a whole lot of rest. On your way home from work the next day, you stopped by the local store to pick up some nice paper and a new pen. With all the writing you had undertaken last year to both Captain Nixon and your brother, your stores were running low, and a fresh start felt appropriate for the task you were about to attempt.

As you father settled in to listen to the news that night, you took a seat at the small table in the kitchen, staring at the crisp, white sheets, gnawing on your lip thoughtfully.

You signed your name before tapping your pen against the tabletop thoughtfully and quickly added a postscript before you could convince yourself not to do it.

Folding it up carefully you looked up startled to see your father leaning in the doorway with a fond smile on his face. “Well done, sweet pea.”

“Thanks, Daddy.” You sighed softly, sealing the letter into the envelope before seeing him to bed.

Posting it on your way to work the next day, you tried to put it out of your mind. You had done your best, just as your father had encouraged, and now it was in the hands of the Royal Mail. As the weeks ticked by, you undeniably deflated a little more each time you checked the mail and found no response. Your resources to check on his welfare were limited, but according to what you had access to, Captain Nixon’s name was not on any of the grim lists of wounded, dead, or missing. Which most likely meant he was not replying to you by choice. It was no less than you deserved.

It was not until the beginning of March, the soft caress of spring chasing away winter’s chill, when you came home to find an odd grin on your father’s face. He could hardly sit still in his favourite chair, watching you intently as you reached for the pile of post on the end table. You eyed him a moment until he glanced at the letters in your hand, and you looked down to the immediately recognizable cursive, heart skittering and skipping a few beats as you traced the letters of your name written in Captain Lewis’s hand for the first time. Definitely alive.

“Think I’ll go down to the pub tonight.” Your father was halfway out the door before you looked up and you sighed deeply in response.

“Thank you, Daddy. Be home for dinner in an hour, alright?”

“An hour and a half.” He winked before making his way out.

Shucking off your jacket, you hung it on its peg near the door before sinking onto the worn sofa and used a butter knife to carefully open the envelope.

Laying the pages down onto the worn tabletop you cupped your cheeks, aching from the broad grin that had taken up residence there as you read Captain Nixon’s letter. It was quite honestly more than you could have hoped for in a reply. More than you felt you were worthy of. Like a reward for bad behaviour, but one that you had spent the past month and a half trying to deny you craved to the very marrow of your bones.

It took a lot of restraint not to pull out a sheet of paper and begin a reply immediately, but the insistent growl of your stomach reminded you that neither you nor your father had eaten dinner yet. But after. After you were both fed, you were most certainly going to stay up far too late answering his question.

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the-down-upside-finch · 7 months

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Help me name my new WIP, please!

I'm writing a series of urban fantasy slice-of-life short stories and I have NO idea what to call the series. Here are some random titles I've been toying with:

If you can, please reblog for a larger sample size! No pressure though; I'm just curious if any of these names are any good for general use haha (I'm so bad with titles please help)

Invoking the taglist: @my-cursed-prince, @athenswrites

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warrioreowynofrohan · 25 days

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Silmarillion Daily - Of the Dangers of Middle-earth

But as the third age of the captivity of Melkor drew on, the Dwarves became troubled, and they spoke to King Thingol, saying that the Valar had not rooted out utterly the evils of the North, and now the remnant, having long multiplied in the dark, were coming forth once more and roaming far and wide. “There are fell beasts,” they said, “in the land east of the mountains, and your ancient kindred that dwell there are flying from the plains to the hills.”

This is one of the things that makes me frustrated with the Valar. To an extent, I understand them not wanting to go after Melkor when they’re worried about how much the resulting damage would risk the rest of the world. But this is a low-level threat that they could easily deal with, and they’re just ignoring the elves of Middle-earth.

And in addition to this, it relates to Melkor’s parole (still upcoming). They should be paying enough attention to know that this is going on, and in that case it seems like it should be relevant to their ability to judge his sincerity! Where are these monsters coming from? What is the location of all your former bases of operations? If they don’t get verifiably true answers, that at least suggests insincerity or dishonesty.

I can understand if not agree with many of their macro-level decisions, but things like this suggest a serious lack of due diligence on multiple fronts.

#tolkien #the silmarillion #valar #melkor #silmarillion daily

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hawkinshighdropout · 2 years

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Masterlist.

Key: ❀ - Fluff ✰ - Smut ☾ - Angst

❀ - Our Lips Are Sealed. Eddie comes into the music store you work at to purchase the new Metallica record, but he’s a few dollars short so you let him off the hook.

❀ - Hideout Hangout. Tuesday Night, Eight O'clock rolls around, and you’re on your way to see Corroded Coffin in concert at The Hideout. You promised Eddie you’d be there, was it worth the trip downtown? Spoiler Alert: It was.

❀ - Welcome to Hellfire, Kid. You’re the new kid in school and have no one to hangout with during lunch hour, Eddie comes and seemingly saves the day with his group of doe eyed misfits!

❀ - Fairies Wear Boots. Eddie has major heart eyes over the new kid in school and he can’t help but feel like a hopeless little puppy at the mere sight of you. As one of the few people in Hawkins that dressed how he did, you had his heart at first sight.

❀ - I Wanna Dance With Somebody. It's getting late but you and Eddie are hanging out and listening to music from the hood of his van, one particular playlist comes on and it opens up the door to a whole new side of your story.

❀ - Two Worlds Collide. You and Eddie strike up an unlikely friendship, built on the foundations a little white lie, are things going to unveil and fall apart, or will he overlook the slight dishonesty in favour of something more?

❀ - Painting Flowers. Hellfire have been invading your art space for a year now, causing you to behind on major deadlines. Will you hiding their most prized possession get them to behave? (Platonic Pairing)

❀ - Skyway Avenue. Eddie has totally fallen for the new metalhead in school and is taking every opportunity to hangout with you and get to know you. He takes you on a guided tour of Hawkins to show you around your new home.

❀ - My Boy. Eddie is desperate for you to attend his band practise, but unfortunately you have a shift at your job, he begs repeatedly but you have to decline. A few pouts and a lot of sweet treats later, will you be able to make it up to him?

❀ - Waiting for The Snake. Eddie has a crush on the girl who works in the pet store, you, so he visits daily just to admire you and try and work up the courage to strike up a conversation with you. You’ve noticed him around and take the chance to surprise him, and well? He’s definitely surprised!

❀ - Everything I Ask For. It's your time of the month and you are in agony, so your boyfriend Eddie does his best to comfort you and take the pain away. Fluff ensues.

❀ - We Get High. Eddie has smoked as long as you knew him, but you had never given it a shot, the curiosity gets the better of you and you ask to try a hit of his blunt.

❀ - What Took You So Long? Eddie is once again falling behind on his classes, his friend and your younger brother Dustin offers to tutor him to get his grades up. Only problem is, you are back in town and Eddie has had a massive crush on you for years, so it's hard to focus when you're around him...

❀ - Stuck With You. You and Eddie decide that you want to get matching tattoos, but as you are both low on cash you opt for doing stick and pokes in his trailer instead.

❀ - Hold Onto Me. You are having a tough day and struggling with being overstimulated during lunch hour, your boyfriend Eddie can sense that you are at your limit and takes you away from the situation to allow you to decompress.

❀ - Happy Halloween, Nerds! Eddie loves Halloween, yet his boyfriend Steve isn't a fan in the slightest, but with a lot of convincing? Eddie manages to bribe Steve to dress up and go trick or treating with their daughter, Rose. Spooky/fluffy things ensue.

❀/✰ - All Within My Hands. You get chronic migraines, they’ve happened for years and it’s only getting worse. Nothing makes you feel any better, so Eddie offers himself up as a form of distraction from the pain… Finger fucking!

❀/☾ - Please Don't Judas Me. Chrissy wants what she can’t have, Eddie. Your best friend and long-term boyfriend. Things are growing tense in the group as you are slowly being replaced by his new best friend. Only problem? He’s clueless.

❀/☾ - Today Your Love, Tomorrow The World. Your mental health has been getting bad again, worse than usual at least, and Eddie comes home at the end of the day to try and take some of the weight off of your shoulders.

☾ - Come Hell or High Water. You and Eddie come up with “Dare Cards” that can be redeemed at any point before graduation, but you only get three each. What will each of those cards be used for? Find out…

☾ - Beautiful Remains. Six months pass since the doomsday with Vecna, your boyfriend Eddie has become more recluse and you feel that you are losing him. What will it take to get him to trust you? To believe you still love him, scars and all.

☾ - You Will Be Found. You're new to Hawkins High and you're getting bullied by Jason and his band of assholes, Eddie finds you locked up in a storage closet and decides to scoop you under his metaphorical wings and keep you safe.

☾ - The Strays. You and Eddie had been on good terms, you were one of the few students in Hawkins High that respected him and befriended him, one day Jason says something a little too far, and you have to intervene. (Platonic Pairing)

☾ - Free Now. Your ex boyfriend Billy has been harassing you ever since the breakup and he just won’t take “no” for an answer. You have spent every day since then alone and sad, Eddie intervenes in your time of need and it caused a lot of unwanted attention.

☾ - The Weigh Down. You are working on overdrive at all times, pushing yourself beyond your limits as keeping busy was the only way you could keep those negative thoughts at bay. It all comes crashing down around you when another panic attack hits, your boyfriend Eddie tries to sail you through the storm.

✰ - Knock Knock. Eddie wants to try something new in bed, he wants you to try anal. You two were open to experimenting, but… Under one condition. You only agree to let him do that if he lets you peg him to make it even. Surprisingly? He agrees! 18+ ONLY!

✰ - Finish What Ya Started. You let Eddie try anal as that's something he's been fantasising about, but to make it even you declare you get to peg him. The weekend rolls around, Wayne is outta town and you two make use of the empty trailer by pegging Eddie. 18+ ONLY!

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seafoamreadings · 1 year

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week of april 30th, 2023

aries: if you have been putting *work* into a money situation, which may seem grim, keep calm if it appears to become... even more grim? this week, with the eclipse. you actually have really good money astrology at this time, but patience is the key. don't give up.

taurus: the new moon eclipse of this eclipse season was teetering on the threshold of your sign but this week's full moon eclipse occurs in your relationships house, with the sun fully ensconced within your sign. so yes, it's a big one. and yes, it involves a special someone.

gemini: mercury is half done with its retrograde but there's also how an eclipse in your daily routines and pluto backtracking after his fresh entrance into your 9th house. so, it's crazy out there in both small and big ways. but no one handles changes better than you do.

cancerians: people do see you as someone who loves to stay in the nest so to speak. by the end of this week venus enters your sign and you can enjoy doing so in style. she graces you with extra charisma as well, so use it wisely in these strange times. it is especially useful on the heels of that full moon eclipse!

leo: this lunar eclipse is in fixed signs, quite possibly squaring some of your natal points. and being that it involves your natal ruler the sun, and what with plutonic upheaval afoot, it is likely not an easy time. so go out of your way to take things easy. rest if needed, guilt-free.

virgo: be cautious about someone who might be described as a business partner, especially if you also have romantic links or interests involving that person or those people. i do not like to issue dire warnings but there is, amid all the astrology of this week, a chance of some kind of dishonesty/deceit/even betrayal in that arena.

libra: you do have a lot going on all week so watch those transit posts but perhaps what you feel the most will be pluto going retrograde in your 5th house. at first this will feel like you're getting flipped from rom com mode to soap opera tragedy mode. it'll even out later on, especially after venus settles into cancer, where she enters by the weekend.

scorpio: you have two major astrological events to watch this week. first, your ruler pluto takes a retrograde before even reaching the first degree of aquarius. second, there is a full moon lunar eclipse with the moon in your sign. all this spells upheaval. it's phoenix season for the scorpion folks.

sagittarius: it's hard times for many, but for you it's mostly just strange times. in fact things may flow so quickly and easily as to seem actually rather suspicious. it's true you can't trust anything to turn out according to plan at this time, but you can trust it'll work out somehow.

capricorn: pluto did finally give you sort of a break. now it goes retrograde. it'll be in your sign for a few months again, then, and after that? never again in your lifetime. all really is transformed and renewed.

aquarius: pluto good retrograde in your sign before really getting settled AND there's a fixed sign full moon eclipse squaring off with whatever you have going on in the middle of aquarius natally. these are not easy times but they ARE impactful and they do have the ability to really lay a nice foundation for what is to come.

pisces: it is an underappreciated fact about pisceans that you have houdini-like escapist abilities. this week, that can be tempting and/or useful. but try to make sure nothing will backfire on you if you go that escape artist route. it sometimes pays off and often doesn't.

#astrology #horoscopes #weekly horoscope #signs #zodiac #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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Natsu Tenokami- Emperors Daughter

Nastu | Emperors Daughter | 24 years old | Manipulative + Clingy

There's a few things you need to know before we talk about Natsu in general. In 1635, Japan made a law called the Sakoku decree which limited foreign trade from other regions. Sakoku translated into English is ‘country in chains’ which basically means what it means. No Japanese citizen could leave the country without a really good reason to do so and even then it was hella difficult and expensive. The same restrictions have been happening way before 1635 but the sakoku decree made it impossible to even go anywhere near or anywhere out of japan.

If you're one of the traders you could only go to China and China only. This goes with foreigners as well, Nagasaki was the only port of which trade would be conducted and even then royal guards would watch over and make sure nothing of christian variety would go through trade. During this time southern Japan (Mainly Kyushu) has seen an increase of catholic converters which the imperial emperor found as a threat. Many catholic citizens were killed due to them not converting back or were killed if they didn’t agree to move to a small island off the coast of Japan.

Now that is done and explained in the best way possible let's move on to the main reason we are here.

Nastu was born before the sakoku decree, in the winter of 1611, where everything was still a bit strict with trading but wasn’t to an extent of murder on site. At a young age she would play with the children from the nearby village that laid at the bottom of her imperial fortress. The only issue with this is that her father, Kibishi Tenokami, saw this activity as horrifying and brought dishonesty to the imperial family. ‘No daughter of mine should play with that of commoners’ her father would say on the daily once he found out she went to play in the village. However she would still go down to play since her father wouldn’t dare hurt her in any physical way and only kept her in the fortress for a week max as punishment.

She had 1 older brother, Nobaru, who would be the heir of the throne once he came of age and a younger brother, Kibo, who would be the second heir to the throne if the original heir were to unexpectedly die. Her mother passed away after childbirth due to complications and blood loss. Her father as mentioned earlier is strict with who she talks with others and definitely controls what she does on occasions which is probably why she becomes manipulative towards her lover.

Here's a little side note about Natsu, while yes she did grow up without a mother doesn’t mean she didn’t have a mother figure in her life. That's where her personal assistant Aio comes into play. Aio was 20 when she took care of baby Natsu and was about 36 when Natsu had her first crush. To keep it simple, Aio wasn’t much help and probably didn’t tell her that she was doing something wrong.

At 16 Natsu fell in love with a boy in the village she used to go to as a child. At that time she hasn’t gotten much attention or affection from her father so she quickly became attached to this village boy. Her father heavily disapproved of this and banned Natsu from visiting him, going as far as threatening Aio into locking Natsu in her room at night as well as locking the windows.

Aio, feeling bad for having to do this to a child, she let Natsu visit the boy in the village every week for one night. This kept happening as the months went by and only did it stop when Natsu found out that the village boy she once loved didn’t love her back in the same way. She ended up telling Aio in broken sobs that her lover truly didn’t love her back.

“What am I supposed to do Aio? I-I thought he loved me! H-How could he just fall for some…some ragged village girl! I could’ve given him anything he wanted!”

She spent hours in her room heartbroken, her brothers didn’t know what was going on and tried to help but she refused saying stuff along the lines of ‘I hate this family, if i wasn’t his daughter I could’ve had him!’ which confused the two brothers since they didn’t know who this unknown man was that their sister had unknowingly fallen in love with.

It was only when Natsu came up with the idea to just get rid of the boy who was causing her so much stress and pain in her heart. So after a few days, the village boy disappeared and was never seen again by anyone. Aio helped hide any evidence in fear she would get caught letting Natsu out at night.

Years have passed since that fateful day, rumors came and gone like the morning breeze, none really stayed put into the solid ground in fear the Emperor would cause all hell to break loose. Natsu realized her mistake, even though she doesn’t really feel any guilt. It was the boy's fault for not loving her back.

In my view of the AU I have created I would imagine something like this to happen for Natsu to meet her Darling (Aka male reader)

It was early in the morning with just enough light to pass crates to one another and for the guards to watch everything. She didn’t really want to be there watching the transaction happen but she couldn’t stand Nobaru’s whines and begs for her to at least watch what happens behind the scenes. This was the fourth time he asked and ,to her very reluctant pleasure, she agreed. Which is why she sits alone in the cold morning air at this very moment.

She sat on one of the stone stairs with her elbow on her knee, her gray blue eyes lazily glossing over all the traders one by one with not a single ounce of interest. A slight frown stood on her face, showing how unhappy she was to be here in the exact moment. The chitter chats of the traders talking with the imperial guards filled Natsu’s ears. She couldn’t even pick out what even one trader was saying due to how hushed they talked. That was until something caught her eye. A small group of traders huddled around one of the crates in a bout of confusion. A small cloud of air showed right in front of the blackette’s lips as she sighed. Slowly standing up from the cold pebble stairs the soft clicks of her heels as she walked down the steps quickly quieted everyone near.

“What’s going on here? This isn’t a small party, we should be hurrying the produce onto land.” Her voice was strict but had the flow of sweet honey as she talked, all of the traders stuttered out a response only for one of the guards to walk over and randomly grab down into the crate and pulled out a H/c boy who seemed quite afraid.

Natsu’s eyes widen in shock, she hasn’t seen a foreigner in years if not decades since her father put the Sakoku decree in place. She was quite mezmorized at the exotic features of the man. Even though he was covered in dirt that soiled his commoner clothes his eyes were such a pretty e/c that Natsu couldn’t look away. His hair was covered in dirt and knots probably formed from the rough journey but Natsu didn’t care.

“Let me go!” The unknown boy yelled in both fear and anger as the royal guards held his forearms in a bone crushing grip so he wouldn’t escape. It was chaos as some guards ran to get the emperor while others stood their ground and watched the boy. Natsu knew what was gonna happen next, they would take the boy near the water and slice his head clean off with one of the sharp swords they had. She can’t have that, for some reason she felt compelled to do something to save this boys life.

“Hold your ground!” Natsu yelled above the roaring chaos making everyone stop and turn towards her in confusion and slight annoyance. Her brother Nobaru was even more confused as she walked her way to the unknown boy and ripped him from the guards grip.

“He’s the servant I have requested not to long ago, I wasn’t aware of when he would come. So I’m sorry for not informing you earlier.” Natsu’s grip on the boy loosened quite a bit as he stood confused but happy as he was dragged without further instructions towards the Imperial fortress.

If only he knew that life would’ve been much better if his head was chopped off then.

-Hello! How was the first Oc introduction? Some feedback would be appreciated as well as reposting! Have a good day/night-

#Natsu-Emperors Daughter #Yandere Female #Yandere x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere imagines #Yandere girl #mediveal #Mediveal times #Oc #Oc x reader #Horror

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mossy-green-aka-ferrythem · 8 days

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Been playing through Canto IV in Limbus Company and it's probably the best one thus far. I love the story of it and the sort of intrigue with the very clear dishonesty on K-Corp's part. Tons of stuff to adore and analyze later. Thing is...

The story is progressing too slowly to keep all this information stored. What I mean by that is Daily Enkephalin costs are much too low for me to get through this consistently, and it feels as though that the only way to actually earnestly level up units is through EXP Luxavation, which I have to keep doing, because the enemy level keeps fucking spiking, makes me lose all my clashes, and thus causes me to have to try and conserve resources for the fucking GRIND. Especially annoying since I know for a fact that Luxcavations get better in terms of resource yield right now and as of now it's not a proper enough investment. Also man. This Canto has so many fucking enemy fights. I love it but god damn. It drags the fuck onnnnnnnnnn and as I said having to halt all momentum to level units or wait for Enkephalin to refill fucking SUCKS. Shame Limbus is designed in such a way because I really do adore Project Moon's work in both gameplay and narrative, and this progression feels like a big slip up in terms of making progression, I don't mind the prospect of leveling but jesus fucking christ at least yield enough XP through normal gameplay that my units can get through the story as NORMAL and not have me stop and do that fucking Luxcavation.

#project moon #projmoon #limbus company #lcb #limbus #canto 4 #canto IV

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rpstartersinc · 1 year

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* 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.

feel free to change pronouns / wording!

“ what’s the point, she’s dead? ”

“ you look like a man who could do some wishful drinking. ”

“ been behind this bar since you were in short trousers. ”

“ not seen you in here before. ”

“ i don’t get out much. ”

“ i bet you’re the life and soul of the party, eh? ”

“ whilst he was a bit of a sadistic cunt, he was first and foremost a professional. ”

“ he’s eye-fucking us. ”

“ there’s blood everywhere. ”

“ you must be a tough guy then. ”

“ you don’t look like a tough guy to me. ”

“ finish the fucking story. ”

“ am i supposed to be scared? ”

“ anyone else make a move on me, i’ll kill them! ”

“ get away from that door! ”

“ you remind me of someone. ”

“ only takes a moment to be courteous. ”

“ i don’t blush now, darlin’. ”

“ can’t fucking hear myself think. ”

“ well, to be fair, you have just blown his foot off - it will sting a bit. ”

“ nice and quiet. ”

“ you’re full of shit, apparently. ”

“ you eyeball me i’ll blow your fucking head off. ”

“ this isn’t the first time i’ve looked into that end of a shooter. ”

“ prison turned you into a stone-cold killer, did it? ”

“ i’m gonna take pleasure cracking your fucking skull open. ”

“ i got pretty good at waiting. ”

“ doesn’t know the meaning of dishonesty. ”

“ means more to me than life itself. ”

“ never, ever, ever lend money to family ”

“ why do you talk to me like that, eh? condescending. ”

“ you always fucking get excited, you and that temper. ”

“ i don’t wanna do anything illegal. ”

“ trust me, it’s a piece of piss. ”

“ so you knocked him out cold? ”

“ it hurt, and i don’t just mean the money. ”

“ i made a mistake, right? it’s not gonna happen again. ”

“ about two and a half pounds of none of your fucking business. ”

“ if she causes you any trouble, you can knock her out cold, can’t you? ”

“ i didn’t have a criminal record, i never had that mindset. ”

“ say excuse me, cunt. ”

“ excuse me, cunt. ”

“ you should’ve said please. ”

“ they make me look scary as fuck. ”

“ got into a bit of a scuffle. ”

“ nothing to be proud of. ”

“ i was on my own. ”

“ it was clear that i was gonna have to look after myself. ”

“ it’s self-defence, clearly, right? ”

“ what do you want me to do, let them stab me? ”

“ i had to change myself into something i didn’t even recognise anymore. ”

“ the body can be strengthened to a degree, but it’s your mind that makes you impervious to defeat. ”

“ just like the skin on your knuckles, the mind can be made callous as fuck. ”

“ i learned how to take pain, but more importantly, i learned how to dish it out. ”

“ my daily existence became about survival. ”

“ i bet you didn’t know it’s possible to make your own napalm in prison. ”

“ probably not gonna be easy for you to hear. ”

“ i didn’t think you had it in you. ”

“ none of us had planned on being held hostage today. ”

“ i’ve got the devil me in me, too. but i learned to accept my wickedness, i learned to apply it for good. ”

“ you’ve gone and messed up my nice interrogation room floor. ”

“ i fucking remember it vividly. ”

“ this is so fucking bad. ”

“ i’ve been living with the threat of violence hanging over my head, twenty-four-fucking-seven. ”

“ i’ve been stabbed half a dozen times. ”

“ i’ve killed people, with my bare fucking hands. ”

“ you do have a problem with your attitude. ”

“ you’re a loose cannon. ”

“ i never said a fucking word, not a syllable! ”

“ you’re not thinking straight. ”

“ there’s no coming back from that. ”

“ maybe i don’t wanna come back. ”

“ oh, shit me, that toast smells nice. ”

“ are they aware of what you do? ”

“ i didn’t take you for the violent type. ”

“ you sure are racking up the reasons to get yourself killed tonight. ”

“ i hope your little revenge mission was worth it. ”

“ key words there - revenge. ”

“ when i found that purpose? well only then could i bear all the pain and suffering, because now it all had a meaning. ”

“ why are you protecting him? ”

“ they’re gonna kill you in here, you know that, right? ”

“ i’d quite like to leave, actually. ”

“ the only thing you’re ever gonna be remembered for is being a fucking mess. ”

“ i’m alright not being remembered for anything. ”

“ whatever satisfaction you think you’re gonna get out of all this is gonna be very fucking short-lived. ”

“ i will not be fucking disrespected. ”

“ what’s done is done. ”

“ that’s what happens when you get other people to do your dirty work, you forget to check the gun to see if it’s loaded. ”

“ two shots, two barrels, and i’ve already used both of them, you dumb fuck. ”

“ i think i’ll call it a night then. ”

“ sorry about the mess. ”

“ i’m thinking clearer than i have done in years. ”

#( sentence. )#sentence meme #sentence starters #rp meme #rp starters #movies #crime #action #avengement

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@shacchou Sent:

❛ You don't ask for a lot. ❜ An observation accompanied by an imperturbable tone that betrayed no immediate emotion; baritone voice resounding through the cold surfaces that encompassed the woman's cell. Not unlike a statue, the priest stood before the iron bars; blue eyes fixed on her, and the Millennium Rod held tightly in his grasp. Since the incident that took place a few days before at the underground arena, he had given the order to his guards to not only move her to a new location unknown to anyone but him, but also to provide her with anything she might ask for or require; food, drink or clothing. And yet, not once had she requested for more than what little was given to her. (Kisara, from Priest Seto)

Following the incident, Kisara had went into yet another string of days where she did nothing but sleep. Her body was under a constant state of pain and discomfort, no doubt in part due to the years of struggle from being deprived of basic necessities. So, rest was often one of the only ways to restore her strength. However, after what she had learned from those of the Pharaoh's palace, there might be another reason for her frequent sleeping state other than because of her deprivation of food and drink.

She had been told she had a monster, otherwise referred to as a Ka, living deep inside her, one akin to a god. Of course, she was hesitant to believe such things. Kisara, despite her unique appearance, was not one to think of herself as noteworthy. She knew her limitations, knew of her fragility, and lived each day simply to survive. She had no purpose other than that...at least maybe until now.

If she harbored such a mighty beast, the 'white dragon' as Lord Seto described, could she potentially use it for the greater good? Despite not being from this land, the young woman was well aware of those like her who struggled daily. Even those who would curse her existence and stone her were in a similar position. They didn't want her to 'curse' them to more anguish than they already had.

But perhaps that 'curse' of hers that seemed to be around her since she was born could be reversed and instead turned into something good, something that can help people come out of the darkness and into the light. Though, there was an obvious hurdle with that. Kisara isn't aware of even how to summon her Ka, let alone control it and use it.

Could she be taught how to do that? Could Lord Seto teach her how to do that?

Her thought of the man who saved her is soon followed by his appearance on the other side of the bars, as if on queue. Kisara slowly stands from her bed, moving towards his direction. At his inquiry, she simply bows her head in respect before answering.

"You have already given me more than enough, Lord Seto." Her voice is soft but laced with no hint of dishonesty. "You are the reason I am still here today, after all. I am eternally grateful to you. Kindness like what you have shown me has been...a scarcity in my life. I only hope I can manage to repay you for it someday."

#💎 Priest With A Blue-Eyed Nobility (Shacchou: Priest Seto)#💎 Maiden Treasure (Kisara)#💎 Maiden Answers (Kisara Asks)#💎 Maiden's Monochromatic Alternate Destiny (Kisara Manga Verse)#(And now we got the ancient interaction going!#(love how hes so observant he is and how just appreciative kisara is #(girl was starved and beaten to death and shes just happy to be alive and doesn't want to ask for more than what shes already been given #(feel free to continue if you'd like! <3

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shidiand · 4 months

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2023 year review

2022 review

Another long year -- the second year of funemployment. There were good moments, I think. But most of them were overshadowed by the glum, endless fog of the job search. I will come back to those good moments in a bit. First, the job search.

The job search It was bad. I am certain you know well that the job search in current year is steeped in misery, but please -- permit me to expound upon the horrors it subjected me to. I beg of you.

(Feel free to skip the following passage when the bleak misery of Darkest Dungeon-style narration starts to overcome (bore, or otherwise fill with unfun vibes) you.)

Gathering the resolve to emerge from the cocoon of joblessness was its own ordeal, but the weight of growing shame gave me no choice but to push forward. This was resolve I had gathered by the end of 2022, the first year of funemployment, as was discussed in 2022's review.

Despite this resolve, my ever-present sense of dread kept me from attacking the job search in earnest until March. Those first two months were spent on the first and most hopeful of my self-improvement projects, which, like the others, petered out and died a death too ignominious for me to recount in detail. This act would turn out to be a symptom of a deeper insecurity and impostor syndrome that would immediately attack me during my next hurdle, which was confronting, once again, the emptiness of my resume. Even working up the courage to look at my old resume was its own ordeal, let alone facing the lacking accomplishments and projects from the job I had run away from at the beginning of 2022, dredging up memories of two pandemic years filled with holes of depression, and forcing myself to curdle them into recruiter-friendly bullet point sentences, promoting myself with the excruciating dishonesty that the process of discovery demands.

Further subjecting myself to terror and shame, I then had to reach out to my colleagues and manager on L*nked*n to request the favour of serving as my professional references. What a mercy it was that I had somehow managed to part on good terms with all of them, without my fraudulent self coming to light, that they all jovially agreed to provide this favour. However, this meager blessing would only hang heavy around my neck during the long coming months, when the search truly began.

Slowly I began to settle into a daily routine of browsing of the Job Posting Sites, wading through those hateful, cheery descriptions with a sullen tread. I soon developed the eye with which to discern by a glance offers bearing promise from those without, well before I should try to read them in full and despair at my lacking qualifications. I developed many such mechanisms of defense, to limit the decay of my flagging spirits; filtering strictly, limiting the scope of my search and my aspirations -- fewer positions crossed my path, and the daily pains of trawling through them became all the more bearable. I could not bear to fake my way through writing a false and cheery cover letter for each hopeful spot, only to inevitably be greeted by silence: I bluntly sent only my resume, but sent all the more resumes for it. Thusly, I would play the numbers game; I whispered this to myself.

As you well imagine, it was not long until the doubts assailed me. Was the time I was investing insufficient? Was my fragile heart dooming my own efforts, just to save itself from despair? Would a hardier, more industrious soul have pushed through and sought more offers of worth, written more attractive cover letters, and have found a job already? Certainly my family took no shortage of pains to inform me of the success of my various family's friends and their children in jobs of significantly superior recompense and status while I, hapless captive audience, drove them to the produce market each week to purchase several bags' worth of delicious vegetables at competitive prices.

Every day that turned up little to no suitable results in my searches, every day I woke up to an empty inbox only served to drive home the bleakness of my search, a year delayed after the date of my last employment. The mistake of my depression, that I hadn't strength to turn away, was coming back to haunt me. But my networkless existence had no recourse to seek but this. I repeated this process for months without the strength or courage to change it. I simply drifted on.

I was not without luck, for I did receive a scant few interviews for my efforts. I tormented myself with preparation for the most common questions and further introspection about the memories of work from my troubled last job, working myself up with anxiety, and did my best to rally my sallow self into a front of appealing normalcy. Some calls were ruined by my own hand, other seemed to go almost well. A few led to technical interviews or online assessments. All ended with eventual rejection, or, worse, radio silence.

All the while, I remained caught in the cycle of madness and anxiety, paralyzed between the need for immediate results and the desire to undertake new projects and make something else of myself, an accomplishment to line my resume that would surely provide the edge I was lacking. I was crushed by the need to move forward without being able to decide how. Forcing myself into solitude, I passed the time endlessly, unproductively.

I made a number of attempts at self improvement throughout this year. None bloomed into full reward. But, I tell myself this, attempting them was a fruit in itself. I tried many things, some for my potential career, others for some distant resume-lining project, and many just for my personal interests. Gamedev ideas, full-stack curriculums, UI design, blog writing, reverse engineering, romhacking, video essay scripting; none of them culminated into something greater, but I can claim some pride in the fact that I was, each time, able to cobble together my determination long enough to attempt them at all. I created little, I despaired, but I endured.

I do not know if it was my efforts that bore fruits, or just my dogged endurance, but I received a hopeful portent in August that slowly opened the door to further interviews throughout the remainder of the year, and eventually struck a positive enough impression with an interviewer to advance to pre-hiring checks. I have yet to receive my offer from this organization, but things are going well, and I may be able to start working in January. What a welcome blessing. What a wretched journey.

I cannot provide much advice for other seekers on the path. I can only offer you the cold solace that the despair you feel was mine too. I cannot promise anything. All I can ask is that you endure.

This concludes the job search portion of the year in review.

The rest of the review There were also other things I was doing when I wasn't beating my head against the wall, or rather, avoiding the duty of doing so, the millstone that I had tied around my neck.

I finally built a new PC to replace my shit ass laptop that couldn't run most games good and didn't even have a working screen so I had to constantly keep it plugged into an external monitor and the W key kept threatening to fall out so I had to press it awkwardly every time, piece of shit fuck I carried with me when I left home in 2020 and then back when I returned home in 2022 that couldn't run any modern fighting games that my friends wanted to play without dropping frames that had me running 0 texture quality mods that made Guilty Gear Strive look like a .bmp file in motion. It was a great relief of a longstanding pain.

I drew very little, and wrote little as well. However, by the end of the year, I got excited to write again. While I was still in despair about the fate of my employment, I started working on some ideas for an original novel. This has taken a step back in favour of another set of ideas that I'm going to put into a fanfic. I've hashed out a lot of the planning already, and even finished the introductory chapter. It remains to be seen whether I will be able to follow through on it, or if I will let it fall by the wayside like my every major project before, but… I really want to write it. It desperately needs to be written. So, I think it will.

Twitter continued to decline, yet I stayed on it anyway. The sobering depression it enclosed me in granted me many thoughts as I languished in unhappiness. Alas, I will continue to use that site in my small and closed-off manner until it finally manages to drive me away, or it falls apart.

I somehow got roped into translating a Bandori doujin from traditional Chinese into English. It was a productive week of terrific pains that served as a reminder that I cannot read traditional Chinese very well. https://mangadex.org/title/f4971f28-fc7e-48a9-b103-970c692e91dc/bang-dream-sono-kamen-wa-ta-ga-tame-no

Did you know that 讓 (23? strokes) is the traditional equivalent of 让 (5 strokes)? I didn't, until I started translating. It's not the best translation I could have done. But it could have been much worse.

Um. Let's do the media roundup here.

There were many okay anime shows and manga I saw this year. At first I felt like there wasn't anything that was both complete and a life-changer that I saw, but there were a lot of pretty alright works that I enjoyed.

Hello Girl. https://malaises.itch.io/hello-girl 4 hour yuri VN entry for the indie VN Cup about Ana, a telephone switchboard operator, and her lonely life in a small town. Delightfully crafted showing on all fronts; art, music, writing, RenPy presentation.

Koi Yori Aoku (ongoing). https://mangadex.org/title/4a89da3a-ebf9-467b-94a1-beeb7d1bd3e8/koi-yori-aoku Slowly developing relationship between two girls from different schools who catch the same train one day after school and hit it off well. I'm kind of surprised the more vocal himejoshis in my peripheral circle haven't talked about this one. Its premise and setting may be mundane, but the execution of its writing and art, combined with the depth of the author gives their characters, really stand out to me.

Yuri is Forbidden for Yuri Otaku (YuriOta). https://mangadex.org/title/6e4ad3f8-9304-49e1-9b45-821488e9bc60/yuriota-ni-yuri-wa-gohatto-desu Die-hard himejoshi Watanabe Fuyu has finally made it into her school of choice: catholic girls' school, the yuri heaven of all her favourite stories. She understands that she has no part in this world of yuri, and contents herself with watching from the sidelines. But when cheery, unladylike gyaru Yoshiokari Rika threatens to destabilize this delicate ecosystem with her extremely trendy demeanour, only Fuyu can preserve this school's yuri! But can she do so without falling into the trap of breaking her manga-titling credo? Laugh out loud gags, charming art style. Then it hits you with the good stuff. Wonderful execution.

Urasekai Picnic volume 8 (novel). This series has taken a couple of directions over the course of its run, but this one was a surprise to me. There are some unforgettable scenes in this one that really feel like the culmination of every volume prior. Very happy with this one; the series could end here and I would not be too unhappy with this as an ending point.

Hirogaru Sky Precure (ongoing but almost finished). Hero girl from the floating island country of Skyland falls through portal into Japan to save a mysterious baby, she becomes Precure and helps stop darkness guys in both Japan and Skyland. Some unusual Precure decisions like a boy Precure and a young adult Precure. It's my first full airing precure viewing experience, and I'm sharing it with a friend, which has been quite pleasant. I think it's pretty decent. Not highest peak, but it's been a pleasant weekly show to share with someone else.

Girls' Frontline story events up to Chapter 13.Z via cutscene viewer https://gfl.amaryllisworks.pw/ I ended up muscling through this from beginning to 13.Z (this is the first decimal scheme I've seen that's weirder than touhou) over like a month. GFL's story is messy, hard to keep track of, and the military squad stuff wears on you; in many ways I find it lacking compared to Arknights', although they're both guilty of making me sigh and steel myself for oncoming Chinese Novels. However, it has SOP and RO, and I love SOP and RO. I'm not sure I can recommend that other people put themselves through this. But I think I had a good time. So. Sure, on the list it goes.

Lobotomy Corporation LP, then the game itself https://lparchive.org/Lobotomy-Corporation/ This is a really fun and informative LP that's like 75% composed of dialogue acted out by the agents, who the author gave their own personalities and backstories. I think it builds on the narrative of the game in a wonderful way, and it's extremely informative and strategically helpful to boot. It is very long though. A great time all the same.

I also played through the game after reading it. It's a game full of personality, love, and emergent interactions. But I have certainty that it would be horribly stressful to play blind, so you really need to consult the LP or have some friends to guide you as you play. This game is actually pretty relaxing when you're informed and feeling in control. Pretty good time.

Siren: Blood Curse (LP) This game is weird. It's an alright Siren game, I guess. It has its great moments. There were things that put me off, like I thought the protagonist was voiced by Yuri Lowenthal for the whole game, only for the credits to say otherwise. Sorry Mr. Stephen Fisher.

Pudding (Pudding and Shield Lyre) https://store.steampowered.com/app/2424240/Pudding/ Shmup-like story game. Lyra, you have to save the kingdom from the demon king with your Shield Lyre! I can only read like 50% of this game, but that which I can read, combined with the Katatema pedigree, assures me that I will love it all the more when I can read the rest of it. A game that's not as long as it seems, tragically, but it still delivers a fascinating narrative in full. As always, watson's music is a delight.

World of Horror It's pretty neat, but there's no keyboard support, so I'm clicking tiny squares all the damn time and I don't like that. Got maybe 20 hours of play out of it before I felt like I had my fill of the runs and scenarios.

Tetris There was a few weeks' stint where I got pretty into stacking tetronimos on Tetrio and really put some effort into trying to improve. But then I stopped feeling the drive to practice and learn techniques, and I haven't touched it since.

vivid/stasis (free game) https://store.steampowered.com/app/2093940/vividstasis/ Some girls in Japan investigate a weird mystery. It's also a rhythm game.

Pretty nice showcase of songs on a four key rhythm game. I appreciate the passion project production, and I played it a lot during the summer. My scores have taken a backslide after a long break, which is a bit depressing. The initial Ch.1 story wasn't quite enough to hook me, but Ch.2 has shown some more cards, so I'm a little more invested in it now.

OBAMAQUEST: The Search for the Melon Slurpee (YT video) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p6_puHKl_UY Travelogue of MajinObama's bullheaded bike ride from Tokyo to Asahi. A culmination of Obama's many stories about his earlier years in Japan, fighting games, and the death of the arcade. I watched this live on stream and it was a spiritual experience. This cut is only a portion of that experience, but I think it's still quite good.

I also revisited some media from my past with my abundance of time, just to confirm whether they were as good as I remembered.

Starwish: RPG Shooter (rewatched all cutscenes on YT because i cba to play that shit) Flash side-scrolling shmup with a significant VN component. I remember being really impressed by the surprising scale of this Flash-era story, and to some extent I still am, but upon reviewing all the endings, almost all of them were not that good. Only Ginny's was alright. This soured my nostalgic impression of the game greatly.

Super Paper Mario I like the story and characters a lot. The game is kind of whatever. It looks like it has more depth than it does.

Yagakimi It was enriched by a reread. Still good.

DEADBOLT Very clean stealth game about a reaper doing hits in the underworld. I think it pulls off a 2D stealth game and a 2D shooter incredibly well, it's very satisfying to land headshots but just tricky enough to require good execution to perform consistently. Game has a good length on first playthrough, but streamlines to a nice short length when speedrunning. I spent a few weeks going for the deathless clear but never got there before I gave in. Stylish presentation and bumping Chris Christodoulou (Risk of Rain) OST.

Blood Bowl: Chaos Edition WH40k board dice strategy game about scifi fantasy bloodsport football. Features long-term team building and perilous RNG. Reasonably entertaining in single player for some time. Got my fill of it after achieving a reasonably developed Orc team and not feeling much resistance from the AI any longer. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQB5aandpf4 An authority I follow has recommended not playing this game.

Fallout: New Vegas I mean, it's good, it's full of fun stuff, but the combat lost its luster for me after some point. I went through some pains to curate a big list of recommended mods and such but I still fell victim to loss of momentum eventually, didn't make it through the full DLC lineup. I like the character of the New Vegas wasteland and its quests a lot though. Not bad.

Helen's Mysterious Castle https://store.steampowered.com/app/418190/Helens_Mysterious_Castle/ Extremely cleanly put together RPGMaker game with a really nice take on turn-based combat. Worth just to see what it does. Simple but doesn't overstay its welcome. I'm glad I went back to finish it.

Bones of an Invisible Person (reread) https://mangadex.org/title/0717cb7b-b36f-49df-baa5-70a8006099b7/the-bones-of-an-invisible-person A girl who endured family abuse for too long discovers she has the ability to turn invisible. She kills her dad without being caught, and then must live on. It's still quite good. Some motivations I didn't understand on my first read made more sense to me this time. There's an omake chapter floating around on other sites, but I recommend that you don't read it and just let Chapter 22 stay your pleasant last memory of the story. It will only remind you that this author was the author who wrote Semelparous OMEGALUL

Healer Girl (mostly complete rewatch) Girls train to become medical healers who heal through song. This may sound corny, but the writing establishes vocal healing as a new emerging field that intertwines with modern medical practice, it's quite well done. It's still good. Delightful musical bits and very fun characters. And I still was moved by the episodes that moved me when I first saw them.

Titan Souls I tried it a while ago, and I tried it again. As echoed in other reviews, the runback time is unacceptably long for a game where you die in one hit. Reflushed.

End of Goldfish Kingdom https://mangadex.org/title/bf238392-168e-48b4-af02-2d78a413d568/end-of-goldfish-kingdom Story about a young girl who decides to give up eating meat, and the ordeal of stubbornly clinging to this pure ideal. As a manga, it's delightfully drawn and quite well-written. Well worth the read.

This concludes the media portion of this year in review.

Not much left to discuss. I think I've accepted that I'm in Touhou retirement. I got excited when I saw the 19 announcement, but by the time it released I no longer cared to play it or read about all the cross-dialogues within. I feel a bit estranged from the community these days. I've made my peace with that. I'll still read the works of authors I know, and reflect fondly on works I remember, but I'm hibernating once more as my focus shifts to some other fandom.

I'm cooling down on fighting games somewhat too. One of my potential resume projects was fighting game-related, but as it died I've lost a lot of my passion to write about them. I don't watch Will It Kill any more, nor Sajam livestreams (although I still enjoy watching his edited pieces on YT). And I don't think I really ever had the drive to grind and improve on any particular character for any particular game. I still enjoy doing cool combos in training mode, and they are still fascinating and meaningful to me, but I've accepted that I'll probably never become a cool expert at them. That's fine.

I made new friendships, rekindled old ones, deepened others, let a few drift away. By my own standards, I think I did alright socially. When I'm bored, I sometimes read back through my Discord DMs and smile.

Was I funny? Was I good to other people? Did I create things I liked? Did I grow as a person?

I think so. So, it was an alright year for me. Despite the agonies.

Horrors abound in the world around us. I feel quite powerless, all the time. So all I can do is focus on doing what I can for myself, for now. I will continue to move forward once more in 2024.

"There's no guarantee that I will reach the peak that is preserved for me. I may get cheated out of it; I might cheat myself out of it."

This quote comes from James Booker, and is used in the song "Peak" by Windmills from their album "Stay Golden". Windmills is a hip-hop group whose output ranges from pretty good to sort of whatever. Mostly whatever. But thanks for the quote.

As I write, I am currently doing idle game cocaine at the end of the year again, but this is kind of a recent thing so im going to leave it out of the formal count. I have chosen not to disclose the identity of the idle game in question for the safety of my followers. This shit is spreadsheet crack. I now choose to optimistically believe that my avid play of this game will not portend ill omens from myself in the coming year, as I magically develop the discipline and focus to set it aside when I need to.

We're all going to make it. That's what I choose to believe.

#bulb

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Lynn Wisteria Felix.

The art in the center is my drawing, so credits to me for doing one good thing in life<3.

Name: Lynn Wisteria Felix.

Age: 25.

Gender identity and Sexuality: Genderfluid, bi.

Pronouns: he/them.

Race: Changeling.

Class and subclass: Sorcerer, wild magic (chaos origin in the Bellowing Wilds universe).

Canonic romance in BG3: Astarion<3 (trauma babies help each other healing)

Appearance:

Long white hair are braided carefully while leaving his overgrown bangs to roam free on his head. his eyes are like a void that eats your soul as you stare into them. His skin is pearlescent, almost looking like a sheet of parchment.

He's around 6'5, and has a slutty little waist.

The particularity with him is in his right hand. Since he was a newborn his curse has manifested physically as a curious type of vitiligo. It started small, just a finger, and slowly expanded until it reached his shoulder and part of his neck.

He likes rings. In fact, he keeps a golden band on his middle finger. Talking about his hands, they are slender, the hue of the blood flowing underneath is a shadow on them. He keeps his nails well curated, grown in stiletto and painted with black lacquer. He wears tightly fitting button ups that usually have frills around the cuffs, yet always makes sure to expose part of his chest by leaving a few buttons open. He wears a necklace that he- let's say found before meeting his friends. He's very attached to it because of the resemblance with him. He wears leather pants that hug his body finely, matched with a pair of leather boots that keep the cuffs of the pants secured underneath.

Likes and dislikes:

He likes writing, he has kept a diary since he has met Jenneleth, his companion in countless of quests. he likes music, and humming while trying to stay sneaky is his biggest flaw, though his companions enjou his voice before bed as he sings them all to sleep. He despises lies, dishonesty, hurting weaker beings, and abuse. He also hates pickles.

Personality:

He's a sassy, straightforward person, never shying away from putting someone in line or giving his - most of the times- unwanted opinion. On the flip side, he has trust issues. He won't open up until he can be sure he's safe and you are not going to judge him. Beyond that he's a loving man when you get to know him, if he grows to call you his friend, he will make sure he's going to protect you at the cost of his life.

He's very insecure, and he will make jokes about it without hesitation, but to truly get to know him, you gotta dig deep and earn it.

Get to know him:

What is sadder than a lonely person? A lonely person that has lost hope.

Lynn was born in a small changeling village, where everyone took care of each other. He has grown in a very loving family that reminded him daily that his curse was okay.

Was it actually ok? No, Lynn grew up being bullied by his peers, especially when it came down to magic, which was supposed to be natural to him. Yet his inability to control the energy that flows through his body made sure he could never prove himself worthy. No one ever dared to defend him, until the lovely Tryx waltzed in and took his side. Little did he know she was going to be the reason he lost it all.

Years layer, when he turned 20, he was ready to settle down, maybe have kids, or maybe just travel with his beloved, yet when he was about to reach his happiness, tragedy had to push him off the ledger.

One night, he jolts up at the smell of smoke. Everything around him was too hot. He didn't hesitate to tumble down the stairs and search for his parent, only to be greeted by their corpses at the end of the last step.

He did all he could, pulling them out of the house and trying to save their life, but it was too late.

It was too late cause he looked around him, and his home was not the only building on fire. The whole village was burning down, families were exhaling for the last time when it dawned on him.

He never run so fast, skipping steps as he made his way towards Tryx's bedroom, but he was once more too late.

He gathered her, cradled to his chest, and brought her out. He sobbed for hours on her corpse until he realized he was lonely.

And that's where it began. He doesn't tell the tale of his travels, or how he gifted Jenneleth a necklace, or how he almost witnessed his world's apocalypse, nor how he ended up in faerun, but he's finally taking the chance and look for himself.

Rules:

-NSFW is ok only if u have your age in bio or i know you. All nsfw asks in anon will be deleted.

-no dub/non-con, LIKE EVER. Unless it's about a backstory. I wont rp anything that will harm lynn or any muse.

-please let this be a safe space for everyone.

Where to find me:

- @lynnlovesthestars where i normally post n write fanfics.

- @ask-karlachbear my Baldur's Gate 3 roleplay account.

Navigation tags:

#bloodshift - for all lynn x astarion content

#lynnstarion - old lynn x astarion content

#lynn's dashboard - for lynn on the internet

#faces: [name] for recurring friends.

I hope you have a nice stay, Lynn.

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