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neptune-midheaven · 3 years

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ASTRO NOTES 🪐 🧿✨🌌

*THERE !!!!!! IS !!!!!! NO !!!!!! BAD !!!!!!!PLACEMENT !!!!!!! IN !!!!!!! ASTROLOGY !!!!!!!PLEASE STOP FEAR-MONGERING THESE POOR NEWCOMERS PLEASEEE !!!!!!!! CHALLENGING never equals BAD !!!!!! If you’re a true student of astrology this would be a well know FACT to you.

*Saturn and Capricorn placements are the areas you will slowlyyy become wise in, having developed compete mastery over that area with TIME.

*You usually get compared with other people who share your rising sign.

*Most scorpios/scorpio risings have dark complexions, they even could have almost a permanent shadow cast over their faces, they may struggle to find perfect lighting.

*Virgo in 6th house are hypochondriacs and are paranoid/worry a lot about their health. They’re very nit-picky about their “symptoms”, they’re the types of people to know what they’re coming down with when they’re already at a doctor appt., they may as well even EDUCATE THE DAMN DOCTOR LIKE GO AHEAD MRS PHDD.

*Chiron conjunct midheaven is the ultimate healer placement, other chiron placements, chiron in first/aspecting the ascendant, following behind, these people are true healers whether they realize it or not, they’re born to assist and heal the general public. The midheaven, the highest point of the sky representing our reputation and career, what we’re known for. These people generate a reputation for their “healing abilities”, they’re quite literally known as the wounded healer (depending on if Chiron is positively aspected in the chart, this will affect the flavor of their reputation), they will experience pain related to work or matters related to the reputation, their status and authority could be wounded, they can later use their pain to help and heal others. Challenges will be met at work if Chiron is afflicted. This placement also means one will have their pain and wounds projected to the public, the whole world knows your pain.

*Mars in twelfth need to express their energy, their anger and will through the activities of whatever sign mars is located in the chart i.e. mars in aries in the twelfth need to express suppressed anger/anger through physical activity, sports, working out, sex, pisces mars by unleashing their massive creativity, compassion, dreams (this sign, and house combo especially, has many dreams, it’s a sleepy placement for the ideal fiery and straightforward mars to be located in). Mars in twelfth is generally a good placement that could manifest in someone being a dancer or athlete, mainly finding escape through any type of physical activity for fire signs, work for earth, socializing for air and creativity for water. This placement has very gentle, enchanting watery movements if they get into any sports or physical activity.

*Mars in eleventh can be aggressive toward their friends esp if mars is in a fire sign it becomes no joke. Don’t get me wrong, they’re the best humanitarians and what not but they have a reputation of being the “angry” or “aggressive” friend out of most of their friend groups, they’re very competitive and energetic people. However the way they stick up causes, they way they are always seen supporting any humanitarian cause with their whole hearts is AMAZINGG. They’re the types of activists to stay late to a protest, they’re the types to seemingly never leave what they’re standing up for, what they’re supporting because they are SOOO AMBITIOUS AND YEAHH !!

*This isn’t talked about a lot but uranus in eleventh have to be the most comforting and “welcoming” presence out of every eleventh house placement in astrology, with uranus in its home, the house of aquarius, it erases any filter put on what friend is attracted by their social presence as EVERYONE is attracted to them, from any possible and imaginable background or culture and homeland, anyone can trust and confide in their wide openness as their care and concern for society is completely genuine. They are truly the biggest and truest humanitarians, the universal humanitarian that will lead us to the monumental revolution of history and bring humanity to a collective whole.

*Pisces moon, people lovee you. People want to come up and talk with you just because of how interesting and intriguing you are. You OOZE this aura of compelling mystery similarly to scorpio moon. Your innocent playfulness is undeniably charming and you are definitely the life of the party, people want to pay attention to you!!

*Saturn in 11th, you are not an outcast, you are not too strange. You’re fine for just who you are, your individuality is a struggle for you, saturn is restricting you from liberating yourself and merging with society, you can selective or strict with friendships. You teach others to have boundaries and to never trust others too easily, you select social causes with caution. There is never anything wrong with this !! You choose what you support for YOU and NO ONE ELSE. You choose who you wanna become friends with it’s because they have passed the true rigorous test of friendship. When you become friends with someone, you already know you can trust them deeply, your caution is quite admirable !!

*Mercury in 12th is an extremely beautiful placement. The native grows shy of their flawless minds, little do they know they are connecting with the watery depths of the astral and psychic realms of the twelfth, the vagueness of their cloudy thoughts winds them up in wispy sheets of intellectual confusion. Your mind is communicating the brilliant and unbelievable parts of what seems like a dream. You are not too confusing or vague for others to understand your ideas, people await what emerges from this shiny and imaginable abyss of a sleepy mind.

*Mercury in 8th have an intellectual superiority complex of sorts, they analyze a piece of information or thing by tearing through the surface until they find the deepest depths of the truth, they believe this will never compare to other placements as they have dug far deeper into something. Be careful to not assume that someone doesn’t know something you don’t, while it still can’t be true. You always want to know someone, don’t be too controlling about it because you could cause conflicts which you didn’t mean to in the first place. If you know your boundaries and limits and of others’, then you should be fine. This placement is brilliant for investigators, someone who could examine, analyze and evaluate to find the answer others can’t see. They harbor a psychic mind, a plutonic one who knows the weight words can have on people. Fantastically persuasive speakers !!

*Gemini in 3rd, gem mercury have unstable minds, they’re very much prone to babbling, but can easily start up a conversation because they never run out things to say so they’re pretty social and friendly.

*Capricorn moon is an amazing moon sign placement, here the moon is in detriment as the saturn ruled cappy doesn’t get along with the soft, nurturing moon, it’s always gotta work work work, limit, restrict !! There’s never anything wrong with the moon here, just because the moon and saturn can’t get along, just because they contradict each other’s completely different functions never means it’s a terrible moon sign. It just manifests in a completely unique way outside of the traditional service and role of the moon, similarly to let’s say sag mercury as it’s also in detriment, they both manifest creatively to make something new out of the planet’s sign. Back to cappy moon, this moon has the capacity to work as they find fulfillment in getting things done, serving others, but negatively restriction and criticizing. With saturn ruling capricorn here your emotions and wellbeing become restricted and limited, you have felt as if no one understands you, you believe something is wrong with you. Like no one in the world supports you emotionally. But this is NEVERRR true, people love you for how caring, attentive and even funny you are !! You care soo much about others you forget to care for yourself, SOME of you even begin to think it’s normal to ignore what your own needs, nooo you need to STOP THISSS . You deserve to feel great about what you do, your accomplishments, how you care for others, EVERYTHING, and most importantly believe, trulyy believe that nothing’s ever wrong with you !! You’re unbelievably charismatic and overall just.... WONDERFULLL. Ily guys smm you’re amazingly stronggg souls !!!

*Moon in 12th house is an EXTREMELY sensitive placement, these people are little babies on the inside (ilyy guyss you all have my heartt <33). They often felt neglected, not nurtured as a kid which creates their extreme sensitivity to their current surroundings and environment. Their shy moon is always hiding behind the mystical and otherworldly curtains of the 12th because of their sensitive upbringing or personality, it’s takes some time for the little guy to come out. The moon here needs SPACCEEEE. A person who’s a walking sponge with fragile emotions, they’re our emotional and energetic vacuum cleaners of the world, they are helping the world without ever realizing it !!

*Pisces risings are known for being hard to characterize for their ability to naturally adapt to their environment. You can tell if someone has this if they absorb their environment like a sponge, then, react to this energy, you can easily see this energy morphing. It becomes noticeable if there’s a lot going on. Another clue is having trouble defining them based on their first impression, like they could be anything you project onto them, very mysterious and dreamy individuals when you meet them.

*Your midheaven/10th house is what you look up to be or what traits you wish to embody, ex: aries MC, confidence, passion, courageousness, being a leader, etc. Moon in 10th, being a therapist, helping the less fortunate, medical professions.

*Libra risings usually have amazing skin, just like virgo risings, to contrast, I’ve seen most of them marked with freckles. They have very symmetrical features, perfectly balanced just like a scale. But it appears as if they’re “superficial” once their faces begin to wear into your mind.

#astro notes #astrology #astrologyobservations #libra #capricorn #aries #cancer #taurus #leo #scorpio #aquarius #pisces #gemini #virgo #sagittarius

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thewritewolf · 4 years

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Two For Two Chapter 12: Falling

A sky-high supervillain forces our heroes to use the yellow potion of flight.

@ladynoirjuly2020

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If Hawkmoth was going to repeat akuma ideas, Adrien would prefer if he’d at least repeat the fun ones. Like Gamer 2.0 or Mister Pidgeon. Well, maybe not Mister Pidgeon exactly since Adrien was always sent into sneezing fits for those fights, but still. Something easy or at least fun.

Certainly not being shot into space, like with Startrain or the Bubbler. And yet, that was exactly where Adrien found himself now. Riding a tiny spaceship - almost more a rocket with some cargo space - into the upper atmosphere.

Adrien shook his head and started digging through his bag.

“Correct me if I am wrong but,” Sass began, looking out the convenient window. “I feel that thisss is not good?”

“Great job, sass, you’ve really nailed it,” Plagg said, rolling his eyes. He crossed his arms and looked at Adrien. “So what’s the plan, kid? I doubt the bug is gonna be able to get you out of this mess.”

“Well, she sort of already did.”

“Huh?”

“Just give me a second… Aha!” He pulled out the container full of dyed cheeses. “Yellow is going to be our best bet, I think.”

“Bleh! Yellow potion tastes awful.” Plagg stuck out his tongue. He grabbed Sass and pushed him towards Adrien. “You’re the new kwami on the block, so you’re gonna have to take this one for me.”

Adrien gave a worried look to Sass who shrugged.

“Worry not, I am sssure you are in harmony enough with me to make full ussse of my powersss.” Sass tentatively took the cheese, his thin forked tongue darting out to taste it. “Hm… It has been some time since I have had some of the Guardians’ brew.”

“Okay, let’s give this a shot…” Adrien cleared his throat. “Plagg, claws out! Sky Sass, Plagg, unify!”

Snake Noir took a moment to stretch his wings and look at himself before he busted out of his rocket. His eyebrows rose when he saw in the reflection of the window that his bald cap had been replaced with a mane of rainbow feathers, and his mask had lost its domino mask appearance and looked painted on.

It suddenly hit him and he blinked in surprise. Wings?

Sure enough, he glanced to the sides and saw emerald green wings made of long feathers that reached to his knees even when held out completely. The edges and tips of the wings were lined with short white feathers, which naturally drew his eyes toward his chest, which was now coated with a crimson plumage.

He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting with a flight transformation, but in hindsight wings made sense. What surprised him even more was how using them already felt like second nature. Snake Noir punched out the window with cataclysm and leapt out of the rocket, plummeting towards the ground where he knew that his lady was fighting alone.

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Marinette watched another set of rockets blasting off into the sky, her lips pressed into a thin line of determination.

“If I am not mistaken, that doesn’t seem like the standard fare for Parisian life,” Longg commented drily. “What is to be done about it?”

“Marinette is going to go after them, of course!” Tikki said resolutely, brimming with confidence. “Right, Marinette?”

“No doubt about it, Tikki.” Marinette pulled out a yellow dyed cookie. “But I think we’ll need a little extra help this time, just in case whoever this is catches us.”

“That’s a great idea!” Tikki’s enthusiasm dimmed a bit. “But it might be best if you give that to Longg.”

“Why’s that?” Marinette scrunched up her eyebrows.

“Not all power ups are created equal, young Guardian,” Longg said with a bow. “Some kwami take better to the brews than others.”

“Yes. I’ll give you the power of flight, sure. But Longg’s is faster and more nimble.”

Longg nodded sagely. “The lack of wings also means you cannot be suddenly robbed of your gifts.”

“No wings? Then how do you-” Marinette shook her head vigorously. “Never mind, I guess I’ll find out.” She passed the cookie to Longg. While he was eating, she said, “Tikki, spots on!”

The potion took effect and Ladybug took a moment to brace herself for whatever was about to happen. “Tikki, Sky Longg, unify!”

At first, she didn’t really notice anything different. That lasted until she realized that she was floating a couple meters off the ground and her hair had lengthened into a massive, shimmering wave that rippled behind her like a dragon’s tail. She willed herself to move and found that her hair always stayed behind her and glided of its own accord as she flew in a direction.

Dragonbug understood what Tikki meant about Longg’s power of flight. The smoothness of it was like a dream as she easily sailed into the air and looked for the akuma. Which, judging by the yelling, called himself Rocketman. He lived up to the name too - besides the rockets that he sent people up in, he had what looked like a jet-boosted surfboard that he used to fly around and an outfit that looked like a fashion moghul had been given five minutes to design a suit with only the word ‘rocket’ as their guiding principle.

Not only was Dragonbug fighting for Paris and its people today - she was fighting to end this abomination in the eyes of fashion.

Rocketman was just about to catch another group of people when she snared his board with her yoyo and yanked it to the side, sending the rockets harmless into the ground. There, they burst into smoke after failing to capture anyone. An angry glare was on his face as he whipped around to look at her, before quickly melding into a look of maddened joy.

“Its about time one of you showed up. I was beginning to think you’d already been sent sky high!” He spun his board around to face her. “And now you will have the honor of being beaten by ROCKETMAN!”

“Keep dreaming,” Dragonbug said as she nimbly dodged the rockets sent toward her. “Way better villains than you have had their butts kicked by me.”

“They had to fight two meddling heroes.” Rocketman grinned. “I only have to fight one.”

He unleashed a wild barrage of rockets and it was all she could do to avoid it. Despite her earlier confidence, she was worried she would have to waste time - or worse yet, one of her powers - to break free. Especially when she had to go at double speed to dodge one rocket… and the momentum carried her into the path of another.

Her jaw clenched as she prepared to take the hit.

But it never came.

Instead, there was a loud clanging noise and a wild blur of greens and blacks and reds. Snake Noir had plummeted from above and smacked the rocket, sending it into a tailspin toward the ground. His wings stabilized him and he shot her a playful wink before turning back toward the Rocketman.

“You were pretty close there! You almost winged my lady. I can’t let you get away with that, now can I?”

“Nice wings, chaton.”

“Thank you, m’lady! And can I just say, I love what you’ve done with your hair today?”

“Hey! How dare you-” While Rocketman launched into a tirade about them not taking him seriously, Dragonbug drifted forward toward her partner.

“Chat,” she whispered. “Can you distract him while I summon my lucky charm?”

“Leave it to this cat to cause some mayhem!” He grinned and with a few powerful strokes of his wings soared above Rocketman and dived toward him.

With the akuma on the backfoot for now, Dragonbug summoned her lucky charm. A frown creased her face as a tall glass bottle - red and spotted, naturally - dropped into her hands.

“A bottle?” She shook it and felt liquid slosh around inside it. “Full of… something. Reminds me of-” Her eyes widened as she had a moment of remembering the meal her papa had made just the day before. “Oh!”

She threw it over the akuma and yelled out to her partner. “Chat! Break it!”

There was no hesitation or any questions on his part. In the span of a second he’d glanced from her to the bottle and immediately extended his baton and smashed the bottle. The akuma raised its arms to block as glass shards and a pale yellow liquid rained down on him.

Confusion gripped his face as he sniffed it. “...Olive oil?”

Snake Noir glanced back at her and she made a subtle motion to follow her. Then she flew away from the akuma at top speed, staying close to street level, but not so fast that he couldn’t keep up. Snake Noir was right behind her.

“Hey! Get back here,” Rocketman shouted indignantly as he gave pursuit. Even from this distance she could see the purple mask outline around his face - no doubt Hawkmoth was warning him about a trap, but Rocketman was in no mood to listen.

“What’s the plan, LB?”

“Just follow right behind me, okay? We’re going to make a hard turn in 3… 2… Now!”

They both suddenly veered to the right around a building. Rocketman turned as well…

...only to slide right off his board.

“Oh, the oil!” Snake Noir hit his forehead. “I get it now.”

“Mhm. Now if you’d be a good chaton and break that board.”

“Your wish is my command, bugaboo.”

A quick purification and Ladybug Cure later, and the two of them were fistbumping over another victory.

#Miraculous Ladybug #Chat Noir #Ladybug #Ladynoir #Snake Noir #Dragonbug #LadynoirJuly2020 #Sass #Plagg #Longg #Tikki #ml fanfiction #my writing #Two For Two

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endangered-liaison · 4 years

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Safety First

"Test one."

Wyda tries not to think about the fact that doing a series of experiments on her aether is what got her into this mess to begin with.

She's being smarter about it, this time.

She's in the Bellworks testing room, with all the reinforcements that would imply. The room's been able to deal with aetherically-charged bullets and, at one point, a portable cannon that Wyda still isn't sure how anyone authorised to test in a company that, as a rule, does not produce weaponry.

She finishes winding the hand-wraps around her fingertips and flexes them experimentally. Okay. Not exactly armoured, but she doesn’t want her hands covered to affect the results of her tests. This, and the bracers on her wrists, is the compromise.

"Shirina - you ready?"

Shirina barely nods from behind the reinforced glass viewing area, her eyes intently focused on the targeting dummy across the room, pencil at the ready. "On your mark."

Okay.

Here we go.

"Hyrt, you ready?"

You can do this. It's just like any other spellcast.

That doesn't exactly reassure her.

Wyda lifts the helmet she'd worn into combat during the Gyr Abanian campaign. It was never the most elegant thing in the world, but...it saw her through a lot. Her right index finger traces over the scar a bullet left across one side of the helmet's surface, an ugly reminder beneath Em's ring.

She pulls the helmet on, fitting it snugly over her eyes and trying to breathe steadily.

Safety equipment suits you. It really accentuates your lips.

Wyda rolls her eye. "Hyrt."

Right. Shutting up now.

She steps forwards, raising her thaumaturge's staff. She doesn't know if it's the right tool for the job, honestly, but...it feels sensible to start by trying to channel through a focus.

She focuses on channelling her aether through the focus at the tip of the staff, focusing on casting...she isn't sure what. For all of Hyrt's advice about releasing this power within her, she's freely admitted to not having a clue how that power will actually manifest.

That's something we'll have to find out together, she'd said. Well...now is the time for finding out, Wyda supposes.

Screw it. She'll try to cast Thunder, and see what happens. Just a low-power version - a Thaumaturge's staple, nothing like the Mhachi spells she'd been pushing herself to cast. Nothing dangerous to herself.

She focuses, points the staff forwards...and a bolt sparks across the chamber, striking the dummy and sparking over its metalwork.

She casts again.

Then a third time, until she can start to feel the strain on her aether. There it is. Low aetheric reserves, just like always. She lowers her staff, sighing.

"Huh. That was...remarkably normal."

Well, good to see you can still use your aether to cast normal spells. I'd wondered about that, admittedly.

She pulls a bottle of ether from her leather jacket's pocket, uncorking it and taking a swig as she glances towards Shirina.

"It isss good to sssee you can ssstill ussse your aether."

Wyda pauses, staring at Shirina and then sending a silent question towards Hyrt.

Hey, it was a worry. If she was worried about it too it just shows how good she is at her job. Or how smart I am. Or both.

"Aye, I suppose." Wyda nods as Shirina's focus shifts back to the notes she's taking. "Oh, can you make a note for us to test healing magicks at some point? Those tend to rely on neutral or light-aspected aether." She really, really hopes this hasn't impacted her healing abilities. That was the only thing she was ever any good at when it comes to spellcasting.

"Consssider it noted." Shirina doesn't even look up from her writing, all professionalism. Wyda nods to herself before corking the bottle and slipping it back into her pocket.

"Test two, then?"

Shirina nods, and she feels a vague affirmation in her mind from Hyrt.

Wyda steps forwards. One step, two. She swings her staff behind her, raising her left hand and waiting to feel the telltale thrumming of her aether before she casts a Ruin spell. She has the geometry on paper, stuffed up her left sleeve. Obviously.

She and Brave still haven't figured out when to get those tattoos.

Maybe she should redesign hers - something less reckless than her old shield geometry.

The Ruin blasts from her fingertips so unexpectedly she barely notices it until it slams into the target dummy.

She frowns, focusing and releasing another Ruin. It...looks a little different, she thinks? Ruin is meant to be unaspected, so surely it should reflect any changes in her aether. Surely she should be able to see - to understand.

Another cast. Another. Another.

Wyda.

There's nothing there. It's the same as it ever was. Another. There has to be something. Another. She can't just be the same, Hyrt said-- she trusts Hyrt, damn it, she can't be wrong about this!

Wyda, stop!

She stops, gasping for breath.

"Missss Hyrtwyda, isss everything alright?"

Wyda raises a finger, catching her breath. She just needs a second.

This isn't doing anything but exhausting you. Hyrt offers, softly. And at this point, I think it's safe to say that you can cast normal spells the same as you ever could. No changes, no ill effects, no spikes of dark destruction.

"What do you suggest, then?" She growls, ignoring the confused (and slightly alarmed) look Shirina sends her way.

We need to try something different. But I'm not sure what. I know only as much as you could, and that's...not much, right now.

Wyda waits, patiently. She's heard her own thought processes often enough to recognise the same in Hyrt's voice right now.

The darkness that's awakened within you. It's...both literal and metaphorical. Hyrt begins, cautiously. Literal darkness, polarized aether - so an attempt to cast a spell polarized to darkness, like the inverse of a healing spell, might have some effect. But also, metaphorical darkness. Your thoughts and desires and wants. I know you've been noticing them.

Wyda closes her eye, grits her teeth. She doesn't need to talk about that right now. Not with Hyrt. Not with anyone. She's fine. Everything's fine.

Embracing them, thinking about them...that might be enough to unleash the metaphorical darkness, and make it manifest literally. Might be enough to purge your body of that which has been building in your veins. She falls silent for a few seconds, considering her next words. Acting upon them might do the same. I don't know.

And just for a second, Wyda's traitorous mind considers it.

A shudder runs down her spine, and she shakes the thought off.

"You know that's a stupid thing to suggest."

I know. But lying to you about the possibilities wouldn't help us. I don't want to lie to you, and so I have to acknowledge the possibility.

Wyda takes a slow breath. "...I appreciate it."

"Missss Hyrtwyda?"

Wyda finally looks over at Shirina again, who looks like she's weighing up the pros and cons between calling for backup or politely slapping Wyda in the face to snap her out of this.

...The latter of those doesn't sound too bad, honestly.

"Sorry. I'm okay. Just had a minor disagreement with...myself." She's aware that that doesn't sound particularly fine. "I have one more idea for today, but I think we should probably call it after that."

Shirina's face shifts into even more of an alarmed look. "I think we ssshould probably call it now, Missss Hyrtwyda."

"One idea. I promise." Wyda raises her helmet to give Shirina a pleading, soft look. "I'm sorry that I worried you, but I had to work some things out."

Shirina sighs and crosses her arms. "Fine. But I am including thisss exchange in the report for Chief Horizon."

Wyda nods in agreement and pulls her mask back down. "That's fair. But I promise it will be okay."

Don't make promises you can't keep, Wyda.

She doesn't answer that particular jab. She just takes a step back, gauging the distance to the striking dummy.

"Test three."

She lifts her staff for a moment, then stops. Lowers it, and raises her left hand.

She breathes, slow and steady.

"Literal and metaphorical, aye?"

Aye. Literal and metaphorical.

"Sounds simple enough."

She closes her eye, and focuses within herself.

She feels for...a spark of darkness. For a void. An abyss. For anything.

But she doesn't feel it. There's nothing, but...not in any sense of Voids. There's just nothing there to sense.

But perhaps...

She focuses on what Hyrt had suggested. Literal darkness. Okay. If she inverts a cure spell, the aetherological effects would be...right. Okay. She can do this. It's all aetheric theory, and she is damned good at aetheric theory.

She shifts the casting parameters. Alters the motions of the hand, inverts them, like writing upside-down. She goes to call upon the aether in the air, then hesitates. No. Don't call upon the land, nor on the elementals. Call upon--

there

Wyda gasps and feels her fumbling, probing mind push against the Abyss.

It's there. She can feel it now.

How could she not have felt it before? The darkness inside her. It feels like something that's always been there, something so old she couldn't even notice it. Invisible until she pushed against it and felt the resistance. Vast and powerful and nebulous.

She grits her teeth, opening her eye and trying to tap into the darkness. But it doesn't shift. She turns her fingers, focusing on the target, but nothing happens. How can she possibly hope to vent this power, to purge it from herself? It doesn't respond to her, not like the aether of the land is supposed to when casting a spell.

Not that she's ever been any good at that, either.

She almost laughs against the strain she's feeling. Of course. Of course she'd be bad at this, too! She's a mage whose talents for magic have never come naturally. They've always been fought for tooth and nail, and they've always cost her nails and teeth.

Why would this be any different?

She's worthless. Useless. A worthless healer who might not even be able to heal any more, whose every attempt to improve simply hurts herself and those around--

Something thrums within her.

A sigil appears, dark and angular, around her arm. No. Not a sigil. A geometry. She almost laughs. Of course she'd still end up making geometries with her inner darkness. That sounds so hilariously like her.

But nothing else happens. The geometry remains, the power is there...but she still can't unleash it. It pushes at the edges of her aether, but it doesn't shift that final nock it needs to pour out of her.

As much as I commend the full dive into your own self-loathing as a method of harnessing your powers, might I suggest something else right now?

She grits her teeth. Fine. She'll listen. It's not like she's getting anywhere like this, anyroad.

You are a brilliant young woman, Wyda.

The words are close to her ear, murmured with care and reverence. They make her gasp, and the geometries flicker and twist around her hand.

You have come so far. And yes, you have made mistakes. You have faltered. But we are yet young. You have so much life left in you. So much passion. Hyrt's voice is soft and affectionate - amused, almost. You can do this. So reach out. Reach out, and feel my presence. Feel it as it is.

She feels the abyss inside her.

She feels her inner darkness.

It feels warm.

Shadow explodes out of her hand, shocking Wyda back into the present moment. Back into the here and the now, to the experiments and the bright lighting of the testing area.

Shards of wood and metal rip free from the front of the striking dummy. Rippling, sharp aether, all red and black and purple and darkness, tear it apart like it's paper.

One of the fragments of wood bounces off her helmet.

Wyda stares, wide-eyed.

She looks over at Shirina, who isn't writing anything down any more. She's just staring at the results of the experiment, brow furrowed.

She...she did it?

"I did it!"

Wyda can feel the amusement in Hyrt when she speaks.

Told ya.

#ffxiv #Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn #hyrt #Wyda

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arty-ffxiv · 5 years

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Selection: “Me? You’re kidding, right?”

Job: Botanist ( Moral Support- why on Hydaelyn did you bring her along? )

Weapons: A watering can and well-loved hatchet, neither of which she is brave enough to hit things with.

AI Behavior:

Svea is as useful in a fight as a carbuncle that’s been set to heel permanently. Less so, even.

As soon as a fight is initiated, she will stand as far back from the fighting as possible; should an enemy aggro her, she will run around the field until it is killed- though if she had a bit more experience, she’d probably realize that her running is only making the beastie harder to kill. Adept at hiding in corners and little nooks, Svea is possibly the biggest coward you will ever have the pleasure of meeting.

Expect her to wander off between trash mobs to study her surroundings- she’ll been on the lookout for specimens and plants to cultivate back at home.

If the limit break bar is at 3 and an enemy is dumb enough to step on nearby plants, expect her to unleash her wrath. Otherwise, she’ll just stand on the sidelines and shout encouraging words to her teammates.

What were you thinking, bringing someone so inexperienced in here?

That all said, Svea gains experience the more you run content with her- she will be mostly useless the first 2 dungeons done with her, but as she gains courage and experience her AI will adjust accordingly. After your third run with Svea along, her trust data is updated into a DPS class and she’ll (finally) fight alongside you.

Battle Lines:

• “ How did I let you talk me into thisss! ” - Starting Attack Line • “ Ooh! What a lovely little plant you are! ” - Using Specialty Skills • “SAVE ME PLEASE I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE! ” – When she draws aggro • “ Are you alright? You need to be careful! ” - Assisting an ally

Limit Break:

• “ Stop stepping on the plants, you monster! ” - Using limit break with 3 bars

KO’d:

• “ I… I told you this was a bad idea… ” - Variation 1

Revived:

• “ Th-thank you! I’ll be more careful this time! ” - Variation 1

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Tagged by: @cinnamon-suncat thanks lovely! ♥

Tagging: @elezendad, @crystalarcanist, @istolin, @nemophilisty, @keeperofthelilacs, @ishgard, @bardsoverflowers, @zurri-xiv & @foewreckem

#svea ljanta #ffxiv arr #viera #i'll do her dps one and c'arta's soon

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purple-worm · 2 years

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I finished the four episodes of 180-degree Longitude Passes Through Us that are out and I don't think I can contain within me everything this drama has made me feel today.

It's something about how the show is so aware of the space it’s taking. Whether it's in the setting of the house in a quiet village or as a drama that exists in today's reality. Most of the show has been set inside In's house, but there's always an acknowledgment of the village that's beyond. An awareness of the people that live there, a responsibility towards them. It partly comes from its characters (mainly In, who is always 'paying attention' to his surroundings), constantly reminding us of the reality beyond In's house - the produce grown by the farmers around, the creek that the villagers need to cross etc. This also keeps up with In trying to make his point about the world not really belonging to anybody.

Extending this to Wang's perspective: unlike In, Wang's awareness is more about discovery. I'm a sucker for all the shots of the trees, the leaves, the sun that gleamed through them, the shots of his footsteps as he ventured into the woods and potentially changed the course of their lives, all of which adds to his bold and youthful nature. Inthuwat 'meticulously' following his coffee-making ritual spoke experience, while Wang quietly observing him spoke newfound curiosity and awe. He once mentioned that he felt lousy when he saw how careful In was in everything that he did. Couldn't be further from the truth. He may be all over the place with his actions, but damn if he isnt always paying attention to everything/everyone around him. That boy is perceptive to an almost fatal degree. (re: “You don’t like challenges. You only like challenging people” ahh this line said it all)

In contrast, Wang's mother who seems to be absolutely out of touch with reality, or maybe someone who is desperately trying to escape it. Her sense of superiority over creating het lakorns as opposed to (the supposedly mainstream) BL dramas is almost funny because she is a BL drama character herself,,, she is just so unaware of her place. She sounds loud and carefree but it’s evident that she has chosen to live in a bubble that protects her son and herself, but mostly just herself. I pity her. Making her a lakorn director obsessed with romantic fantasies was a genius choice and brings me to how the drama itself is so aware of the space it's taking in the Thai entertainment industry. All of the debate on the escapism that the industry (with its reliance on tropes) provides versus the reality of the modern day. Escapist media isn't a bad thing at all, but of course, a balance in the type of content created is always great. Everything about the show screams an intent to stay grounded in reality.

And while I talk about the awareness of the show's writing, the same can be said about the camera. The shots are able to present us with the histories of the characters. It understands who the characters are at their roots and their relationships with each other, beautifully highlighted by how they've been staged. The cinematography is simply fantastic. It’s rare to have a BL drama that is this assured of how it wants to present itself. The beauty of the shots does not only come from the visual appeal but also in the purpose they fulfill, which is difficult to do for a seemingly simple concept.

Many of its qualities are unlike a thai drama, and this too seems purposeful. But I can't say for sure. I looked up the director/screenwriter - Punnasak Sukee, and turns out he is an acclaimed theatre director, with credits for various plays including Midsummer Night's Dream and the Rocky Horror show, in addition to several original plays (the titles of which sound hella interesting) and this is his only screen credit at all. It explains a lot.

Honestly, I don't know how they plan to lay out the next four episodes. Given the age gap and character dynamics, I'd be surprised if it has a happy ending. I think they're aiming for something bittersweet. It would be fitting. I don't know if it will be satisfying, hurtful, disappointing etc. But I know that I'd still cherish it for the state it exists in currently. Really, the only thing I wish for is for the characters to heal.

I'm nowhere near finished, there's a lot to unpack, but this is already all over the place, and if you've read this far thank you and sorry. I'm just so happy that it exists at all.

#180 degree longitude passes through us #and its awareness #unleashing thisss #meta???#i get that the angst and/or age gap may not be for everyone #but this one may be worth it #the angst comes from several places #the story has so much heart in it #the whole vision is intriguing #and i cant wait it to see it all laid out #and it pains me to see it not being talked about enough #180 degrees longitude between us #GAH im not going to be normal about this NOO #edited for hyperlinking

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themadamelibrarian · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Castiel, Castiel (Supernatural), Reader Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Self-Worth, One Shot, Castiel one shot Series: Part 32 of One-Shots & Reader Inserts Summary: Original Request - @funwithinthetardis Hey girly :) you mind writing a story where the reader is a guitar player and Cas enjoys listening to her play. he hears her playing Always by Panic! at the disco (music kinda confuses him but he likes her playing particularity even if he doesn't understand why.

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In the course of Castiel’s search for God, he would find moments where he would pause to wonder at various facets of his Father’s creation. From a simple blade of grass to children playing on a sunny afternoon in a park. It helped him remember why the world was worth his fall from the ranks of Heaven.

On this particular day, he was feeling defeated at another fruitless search for his Father. So he landed on a remote beach in what he believed to be New Jersey and sat on the sand watching the waves roll in. As he contemplated the next place he would search he heard the sound of a guitar in the near distance. Curious as to where the sound was coming from he slowly walked up the beach until he saw you sitting on the open porch facing the sea. You weren't playing any sort of melody, just strumming the strings making them produce sounds. Just as he was going to move on the sounds changed to a melody he wasn't familiar with, but it was pleasant. You started to sing with what he thought wasn't a sweet voice that wasn't too high.

When the world gets too heavy Put it on my back I’ll be your levy You are taking me apart Like bad glue On a get well card

He definitely had never heard this song before, but to be fair he wasn't too familiar with human music, especially contemporary pieces or the rock that Dean played in his car. Regardless, he found himself enjoying the song.

It was always you Falling for me Now there’s always time Calling for me I’m the light blinking at the end of the road Blink back to let me know

Amazed the lyrics seemed to fit what he was feeling at that moment. He was falling, however slowly, and his quest to find God. He realized that he was the light blinking at the end of the road waiting from some kind of response.

I’m a fly that’s trapped In a web But I’m thinking that My spider’s dead Lonely, lonely little life I could kid myself In thinking that I’m fine

Trapped in a seemingly never-ending cycle of failed searches with the Apocalypse looming ahead. The entire human race hanging in the balance and if he should fail or his Father not care. What was humankind to the Angels but an insignificant annoyance?

It was always you Falling for me Now there’s always time Calling for me I’m the light blinking at the end of the road Blink back to let me know

What would happen to him if he continued to fall from grace? Would he become human or just cease to exist altogether? Which one was worse? Which one would he prefer?

That I’m skin and bone Just a king and a rusty throne Oh, the castle’s under siege But the sign outside says, “Leave me alone.”

To be able to go back when Heaven was a happy place before Lucifer was cast out, to a time when all of the Host would watch the growing Earth and rejoice in their Father’s work. Why couldn't they remember those times and stop the insanity they were about to unleash on the world? He would just have to make them see that the humans were worth saving. He would find his Father and then they would see.

It was always you Falling for me Now there’s always time Calling for me I’m the light blinking at the end of the road Blink back to let me know (It was always you) Blink back to let me know (It was always you)

When you finished the song, you noticed a man wearing an overcoat standing at the bottom of your porch steps. You were about to ask him what he was doing there when he looked up, with a tear sliding down his cheek. Then he said in a stern gravelly voice. “Do not worry. I will find a way. You are worth it. I will save you.”

@silvaxus @meganwinchester1999 @buggre-alle-thisss-ineffability @jtownraindancer @thisisnotsteva @dreamdreaded @brieflymaximumprincess@jrhazard @nemesyis @helvonasche @copperseraphim @karategirl80@lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @dragonpressgraphics @truxblooded

#Castiel #Reader Insert #My Writing #Madamelibrarian's Writing

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bablingstories · 5 years

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Monsters Unleashed part 4:Retelling

"We all know thisss already, it'sss common knowledge in any data bank" the large Traxian said. The Traxians are a reptiallian race reminiscent of something from earth's early history.

"Of course it is" came the mans reply from under his hood while signaling the bartender for another drink. "but any good story starts at the begining, and that's what I plan to do. Now either shut up and listen or leave" it was bold of the man to speak back to a Traxian like that they stand over two units taller than the average human and are known for their temper.

"Very well human continue the sssstory." came the Traxians reply.

"For all our preparations we weren't quick enough..."

"Sir the enemy fleet is advancing!" came the captains yell

"All ships fire antimatter torpedoes, and scramble all fighters." Zaka's reply was swift. "Let's show them the 212th's new toys."

"Sir our torpedoes were all intercepted!" came the captains reply

"All ships phalanx formation! I want their flagship in the kill box prep all missile and torpedo tubes, mix of anti and standard. Fighters target their frigates and fighter escorts." the call went out and the fleet was quick to reply. "have the enemy capital ships made a move yet?"

"No sir only released fighters, no anti ship rounds detected."

"I have a bad feeling about this. All ships punch in retreat coordinates we can't lead them to Terra. I have a feeling this is a trap be prepared to warp on my order. Until then continue the assault. Second barrage fire!"

Hundreds of rounds streaked towards the enemy flagship the point defenses already dealing with fighters can't stop them all. Rounds make the mark and the ship is wrapped in purple flames.

"Direct hit!"

"Damage report?"

"It looks like minimal structural damage to the flagship, damn how did our rounds not work?"

"Just as I feared captain we weren't the only ones to learn from our encounter. Tell the colony to launch all transports evacuate the sector. All ships prepare another barrage target the smaller ships first. We should be able to take them out for now."

"Sir massive power increase from the lead ship!"

"All ships break formation now!" just as Zaka uttered those words a massive beam came from the enemy flagship targeting one of their battleships. It sliced the ship in two hitting the main reactor and triggering a meltdown. "All fighters return to ship! The Impecable has been destroyed. All capital ships buy time for the fighters and transports to get clear!"

"Sir they're charging again!"

"All ships brace for impact" another beam shot forth this time targeting a missile frigate destroying several fighters along the way. "The Pluto's been hit! Get the life boats onboard then full retreat the civilians are clear. Once we warp radio Terra and tell them we've lost this sector."

"Aye aye sir"

The next part will introduce the reasoning behind the name. Stay tunes for more updates!

#monsters unleashed #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #Part 4 #short story

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posiey · 7 years

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Batboys With A Male S/O Would Include...

Sorry if it’s short I have so much things to get done... also sorry if it’s bad

Dick

Have you seen that man’s butt?

It’s all yours

YOURS

So yes I expect you to slap and squeeze it which flusters the fuck out of Dick

But don’t worry he does it back too

Dick is not afraid of flaunting your relationship

He doesn't care what the public says

He is the big spoooon

But he lowkey loves being the little spoon which you make sure to make him be once in awhile

Dick always having his shirt off dear lord

If you work out Dick will love to help you

Mixing up your clothes with his all the time

Which you don't mind because his clothes just seem to be so much softer and better???

Eskimo kissessssss

Dick finds eskimo kisses ridiculously adorable so expect him to do that a lot

Jason

DEAR LORDDD

HOW I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO DO THISSS

Number 1

HIS LEATHER JACKETS

why am I so obsessed with Jason and his s/o wearing his jackets???

Jesus you look ridiculous hot and badass in them

Jason doesn't like small pecks

So if you give him once just know he’s going to pull you back in for a much more heated kiss

Jason absolutely hates when people congratulate you for doing basic couple things in public

Straight people do it all the time and are ignored

It’s not like it’s something out of this world it’s just a couple being a couples

But he thanks them anyways

Jason loves holding your hand, his is so much rougher compared to yours due to his night activities

If anyone dares say something bad about you get prepared for Jason to unleash hell on that person

He would call you so the most cliché nicknames ever to annoy you

“Hey honeybun?”

(I have so many sadly but I have so little time ugh, a second one is needed)

Tim

Tim would look so cute in your clothes

He isn't the most buff guy but he does have some good muscle

Tim would give you cute little cheek kisses at random

Him being the little spoon

Giving Tim massages to let him relax and refresh for a while from all his work

Tim steals your hoodies all the damn time

Having long conversations at night with Tim because how screwed up him sleep schedule is

Tim always making a cup of coffee/tea for you in the, morning he knows just how you like it

Tim plays with your hair when he’s bored and you play with his as well

He would send you the dumbest things, for example crappy valentine cards you know the ones with comic sans fonts?

Memesssss

Play fights, he makes sure not to hurt you

Damian

He is so romantic

Damian once bought a pet for you on your anniversary, at least he didn't almost buy a zoo like last time

One of your most romantic dates would be a picnic and ending it with star gazing

Damian laying on your chest all the time because he feels so comfortable and safe in your hold

Getting lost in those damn eyes jesusss

When someone says something about your PDA Damian makes the PDA more extreme to piss them off, he can't stand people that are just so rude

Damian’s constant worrying for you

You’re the only that can calm him down and who he will obey fully too

You showing him classic movies and having to explain everything to him

He would carry you to bed if you fall asleep on the couch

Hugs from behind

When driving he likes to hold your hand

Just your simple touch calms him down

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purple-worm · 2 years

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Inthawut and Guilt

okay I know there is a lot to unpack after that episode (my heart is jumping out of my chest), but I'm going to focus on Inthuwat for now.

Inthawut, a man ridden with so much guilt it continues to eat him alive 20 years later. A man who prefers to flee, who prefers to protect, a man who is willing to lose himself for it. A man who has grown but so has the all-consuming grief inside him.

Episode 5 made me realize just how tightly closed In's shell was and the ugly ugly cycle of emotions and regret that was eating him alive. The first half of the episode really drove home that Inthuwat still hadn't learned to face his emotions. He still hasn't processed all the events and his actions, and again the GUILT. the absolute GUILT.

It's in the way Inthawut is still willing to justify his running away. It's such a paradox because In is still desperately trying to believe that the choices they made were the better ones, even when he sees all the negative repercussions. It's the repeated questioning from Wang "Did Dad tell you he loved her?" to which In only replies "I wanted them to be together". Deep down he has always known that Siam never truly loved Mol. But he wanted to ignore it. He desperately wanted to close all of that underneath a pretty wrapping paper because he feared what the truth meant. The fear of what In's feelings for Siam truly meant. "It wasn't love. It was worship". This also made me wonder if something happened that shook the idealized version of Siam in In's mind.

And after that came Rosalin. The reserved woman whose charm could rival a cold breeze. Was this a beautiful cold breeze that always served as a stark reminder of his truth? It's the way In can't even answer simple questions about her. Every time Wang brings her up, In's counter question is "who?". He is drowning in his own feelings and can't even think about her. Until he begs Wang to quit talking about her because that's probably a box of guilt that he can't open. The guilt of never loving her, not being able to care about her, or using her to build a facade of a relationship.

How. How is he supposed to admit that he did all this because he didn't have the courage to face those emotions (and their consequences), and chose to protect the three by running away? Though it never really protected anybody, just silently broke everyone on the inside.

So, when In sees Wang admit his feelings for a boy so easily when Wang narrated his story of how he stood up for the boy and fought to hell, even if it meant he was fighting alone, In couldn't do much but stare in awe. His admiration for Wang's bravery rendered him speechless. I have to ask, was he slightly envious of Wang's courage? Did he wish deep down, that he had it in himself to rationalize his feelings as clearly as Wang could?

Inthawut stays plagued. The guilt of going against what Siam wanted, the guilt of running away from him when he probably needed him the most, the guilt of hurting his friend Mol, the guilt of not being able to love Rosalin, the guilt of not being able to face any of these feelings, all of this under Queer Guilt. And the worst of them all, if he had faced this head-on, would Siam still be alive today?

In was never really wrong in any of this. He only acted in a way he thought would make things easier for all of them. It didn't, but couldn't have known that. The episode laid out the generational trauma of (internalized) homophobia. A subtle comparison was made in the generational difference in the queer experience of 20 years ago and today. But of course, even over time, experiences don't become universal. @benkaaoi has already talked about the homophobia aspect, here (I loved what you had to say). The second half of the show made sure to stress that it was always the system/society's fault. This suffering was unleashed by our peers, and by the adults who enforced the same or chose to be bystanders because they didn't believe differently.

The writing on this show is phenomenal so far, and I am in love with how they presented all of Inthuwat's internal conflicts through one conversation with Wang. I loved Wang repeatedly poking him with direct but indirect questions and how he spoke with confidence. I love how this was slowly breaking In's layers, and he looked so exposed. I loved how when Wang asked about Rosalin (was she pretty/ was she upset), In's response was "who?". As painful as that is for her, it helped to lay out his state of mind perfectly. And, the way he described Siam is truly heartbreaking. Just reiterates how beautifully In thought of him. Watching this show feels like a play, yes, but it also feels like listening to a poem.

I'm again unsure if any of this made sense. And if you agree/disagree with any of it, please feel free to tell me more, I would love to read everyone's thoughts. I'm left with even more questions about In's state of mind and cannot wait for the next episodes.

#180 degree longitude passes through us #wanted to pull my hair out when i saw In speak #this was a beautiful episode #it was all just conversation #but i was MOVED #and i shall keep yelling for a week #and after that #i will yell some more #BYE BYE BYE THERE IS SO MUCH MORE TO SAY #ALSO more people watch this please i beg #unleashing thisss #meta???

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