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pynkhues · 3 months
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Hi! Are you still planning on posting the pregnancy scare fic before the new year?🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️
Hey! I don't think I'll have it quite done by New Year now, but I'm aiming for before I go back to work on the 16th January, so hopefully it won't be too long of a wait!
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asjjohnson · 5 months
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I did a vine theme for pumpkin carving this year. A pumpkin pumpkin and a rose pumpkin.
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I'd made a poll asking whether to do vines or draw Dan and Valerie from Danny Phantom, or both. ...And although 'vines' won, the idea of adding something Dan and Val related was too compelling. The thought of deep red roses with their thorns being like Valerie. ...And, well, I suppose Dan's like a big heavy pumpkin being thrown at stuff?
I tried making the plants wrap around an object representing them, Dan in a D shape and Valerie in a triangle shape. Though it's not very noticeable.
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infinitesofnought · 9 months
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Two tasks set at the beginning of life: limiting your circle more and more, and constantly scrutinizing whether you haven't gone into hiding somewhere outside your circle.
– Franz Kafka, The Zürau Aphorisms
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bratbby333 · 13 days
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it's just a game, my love
gamer!bf sukuna x fem!reader ‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ nsfw mdni warnings: language (duh), rough sex, mild degradation, creampie, established relationship, sukuna is his own warning summary: sukuna can't stand losing, so he takes his anger out on you in the best way possible author notes: this my first request, courtesy of @youliveincassisworld !! i hope u love it, thank u so so much for sending this in. this was so fun to write. my reqs are open! send a message here♡
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“No FUCKING way!” You jump at the deep, booming voice that resonates through your apartment. You sit upright, hoping to hear more.
“You’re trash. Scum of the earth.” 
You peel yourself off the sofa and walk down the hall, pausing in the doorway of your boyfriend’s office. 
“Stupid bitch.” He spews out. You see him leaned forward, headset adorning his unruly pink locks. The rapid clicking of buttons and the soft sounds of gunfire that escape the padded circumference of his headphones let you know he was playing Call of Duty. This game always gets him so worked up. You don’t understand how it’s still enjoyable at this point.
You watch from the doorway, his body mimicking the movements he’s making in the game. An amused smile dances across your face. He’s so cute when he’s focused. 
“Fuck!” He shouts, throwing his controller down and sitting back abruptly in his chair. He’s enraged. You walk up behind him, placing your hand on his shoulder. 
Placed 5th displays across his screen. 
“Sukuna, baby, you alright?,” you ask, rubbing your fingers into his shoulder blade.
“Does it sound like I’m fuckin’ alright?” he bites back at you, rubbing his fingers between his eyebrows. You don’t take his anger personally.
“It’s just a game, my love. Why not take a break and try again later,” you suggest, attempting to calm him down. 
“It’s just so fucking stupid,” he seethes, his eyes covered by his large hand. 
He finally meets your gaze. You expect to see anger plastered across his face. Your heart drops when you’re met with a different, unexpected look; arousal. 
A coy smile spreads across his face.
“Bedroom. Now.”
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Laid on your back, Sukuna smirks down at you. Positioned in the center of the mattress, knees pressed against your chest, ankles on either side of Sukuna’s neck; the mating press. Deep, powerful strokes cause your head to bounce around. The pressure of your legs against your ribcage makes it hard to breathe. 
Sukuna’s lustful red eyes gaze deeply into yours. “C’mon, brat. Give me your cum.” His large, firm hands dig into the backs of your thighs, pushing you deeper into the bed, his cock reaching unimaginable depths. You can’t help but cry out for him. 
“I-I don’t think-ahhh-I can c-cum again, Kuna,” you stutter out, overstimulation raking through your body, hands pushing against his stomach. 
“Do you think I care? Move your fucking hands.”
Frustration is still painted across Sukuna’s face as he plows into your pretty pussy. He’s taking all his rage toward the game out on you, and you couldn’t be happier. His strokes are mean and demanding, eliciting such crude noises to fall from your lips. 
“You better take that shit…let me fuckin’ break you.” His thrusts are unrelenting, the head of his cock bullying your g-spot. 
You can barely keep your eyes open, undeniably falling apart on his cock. He feels you tightening around him, and he grins back at you.
“Let it go. C’mon.” he rasps, his hand grabbing your throat tightly. 
“Mmmph, Su-Sukuna…I-I…” you gasp out. You can’t form a coherent sentence, his rough hand constricting your windpipe. Your wide eyes stared into his as if you were pleading with him to give you a break.
“Shut the fuck up. You better cum for me. Now. Make a fuckin’ mess on my cock.” His coarse, demanding voice was all you needed to lose it. Your eyes roll back, body shaking violently. Sukuna growls at how tight you’re gripping him, the warm squirt of your release painting his abdomen. 
“That’s it…I knew you had another one in you. Such a good girl for me” he groaned out, hand still tight around your throat. He shifts his position, sitting back on his knees, one arm straightened out and pressing your folded leg against your chest, the other holding your extended leg flush to his chest, your ankle resting against his neck.
“Takin’ me so fucking good…want me to fill ‘ya up?” he cocks an eyebrow at you, seemingly amused at your fucked out expression. 
“Mhmm,” you hum out, eyes low and head foggy.
“That’s not how you ask. Beg for it, brat.” he bites back at you, still stroking deeply. 
“P-please…Sukuna.  Please fill me with your c-cum.” You gasp out. He fucks into you, his strokes never losing momentum. He repositions again, leaning back over you, pushing both your legs back into your chest with his hands. He bottoms out inside of you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls. He stills, his cock twitching as he empties himself completely. He remains deep within you, his pelvis pressed firmly against your aching core, ensuring you take every drop of him as you both struggle to regain your breath. 
“Sucha good fucking girl for me, baby,” he says, voice softer now, his hand cupping the side of your face, the rough pads of his fingers dragging down your cheek. He pulls out and lays beside you, his hands rubbing your stomach, as if he was massaging his cum deeper into you. 
"You feelin' better, my love?" you ask lazily, eyes low and breath labored, shifting your body toward him and propping yourself up on your elbow.
"No," he replies simply, "I think I need another round." His eyes follow the curves of your body hungrily.
As much as he hates losing, you can't help but love it.
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cbini · 5 months
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fem!skz and guessing who is who just by squeezing their pretty tits <3
THIS IS THE HOTTEST ASK IVE EVER FUCKING GOTTEN i just stared into space for like 45 seconds specifically
pairing: ot8!fem!skz x afab!reader
warnings: boobies!!!!! poly skz, girls being lesbians, tease of mommy kink
“yah, this isn’t fair! hyunjin and felix have their nipples pierced! that’s too easy!” changbin stomps her foot where she’s standing.
you giggle from your spot on one of the kitchen chairs. you’re blindfolded, courtesy of minho of course, tapping your fingers on the table while your girls scramble around to play their little game with you. you hear the shuffling of their socks and the ruffle of clothes being tossed. just picturing them pushing each other in a line and fighting where to stand is making your smile grow.
“you’ve never complained about those before, unnie~” hyunjin coos, aegyo dripping like it always does whenever she plays with changbin.
“okay!” that’s chan. “okay, yeah. yeah, we’re ready to start. i think. are you?”
you sit up straighter and hold your hands out, making grabby hands at the eight beautiful girls standing topless in front of you in the kitchen.
“bring me your titties!”
they go easy on you first; changbin was right. the first pair of tits to grace your hands could only belong to one of two people. your fingers immediately find pierced, perky nipples and flick at them quickly. that does the trick right away, and you hear and feel the breath leave her lungs, stuttered and shaky.
“mmm, hi lix,” you croon and press a kiss to the center of her chest.
“s-shit, shit, guuuys! that was mean! you know they’re sensitive!” she's laughing though, wrapping her arms tenderly around the back of your head to pull you to her chest. you press another kiss there and nip at it when she shakes her small, cute little tits in your face.
she leaves you with a sweet peck to the top of your head and pulls another chair from the table beside you so she can sit. still topless. good.
the next contestant steps up to you and knees your thighs apart so she can stand between them. your hands move to slide up her thighs, but she gently slaps them away.
"ow, rude! so you're not gonna let me touch anywhere else? you're depriving me." you huff.
felix snickers beside you and bites your shoulder. "there are seven sexy-hot girls standing in line waiting for you to touch their tits. you're so not deprived! more like depraved."
you fondle the boobs in front of you, biting your lip and kneading like a cat. you lift them up and make them drop so you can slide your hands to the sides of her chest. her breasts are side-set, and her hard little nipples pebble even further in your hands as they play. your fingers trace from her nipples to the sides of her chest again.
"are you like, measuring the circumference of her boobies right now?" felix asks. her head bonks against yours from the side when she leans into you and rests her chin on your shoulder.
"boobographer," jisung whisper-snorts. your ears perk up to try and decipher where in the line she stands.
"yes, i'm so measuring the circumference of jeongin's tits," you say, and the girls erupt into hollers in the otherwise quiet of your kitchen.
"damn, that's talent. you could probably win a show with that, or something," jeongin responds. she pats you on the head and moves to the side.
you're honestly a little sad someone comes to stand between your legs because you ache to rub them together. you just started your little game, but being blindfolded and surrounded by your half-naked girlfriends and their beautiful tits is working you up easily.
you know it's changbin the second she steps between your legs. not really because of her tits but because the stubby hair on her legs when they brush against yours. you'd be able to tell from her tits too, obviously, but you want to play with her.
she has the biggest breasts out of all your pretty girlfriends, biggest and most sensitive, with dusky brown and puffy nipples that make your mouth water.
her chest is so warm when you grope her with your hands, squeezing and jiggling the fat just like you do when you're in bed together.
"she's got her head thrown back," jeongin leans down to whisper in your ear and pairs it with a sharp nip to the lobe. "you're making her feel good."
you whine at that; that's something you always want, to make your girls feel good in any way.
"binnie?" you keen. "binnie girl."
she whines back and pulls you to her chest like felix did earlier. "p- ah! please, just- just a second. want your tongue, please? o-oh, please!"
you can't deny her when she whines so prettily, and you're encouraged by felix and jeongin running their hands through your hair and down your back. you suck one of those sweet, puffy nipples between your lips and bat at it with your tongue until someone interrupts you with a slap to changbin's ass.
"greedy girl," minho croons, faux niceness seeping through her words. "some of us are still waiting for our turns, hm?" changbin whimpers pitifully.
"unnie! come to me, come here, come sit in my lap." felix pats her thighs, and you press your hand to the small of changbin's back to blindly lead her to felix.
three down, four to go. you've got this in the bag if you do say so yourself.
soon you're met with another set of piercings, and you know hyunjin has made her way between your legs. your hands cover her small, perky breasts completely, and she ducks her head to suck one of your fingers into her mouth before she kisses the tip of it.
"hello, my angel. you having fun?" she asks.
"sooo much fun, hyunnie my love. i think we should do this every day! do you guys still do bonding exercises? add this!"
she laughs at that, and you can hear jeongin's inhale laugh to the side of you too. that's not all you hear though. on the other side, you hear the telltale sound of felix sucking on changbin's nipples. changbin's breathing is slow, heavy. you're almost certain tonight is going to end in an orgy. you couldn't think of anything better.
"alright, hit me, come on!" you beckon with your hands, and the next girl steps between your legs. the next set of breasts are relaxed, saggy and perfect in your hands. you know it's not jisung. jisung would be moaning like a whore with the way you're treating this pair of tits; she couldn’t stay quiet if she was paid to. chan and minho's breasts are bigger than this. so that can only mean...
"you're seungminnie," you say, and you nip at the underside of one of her tits.
"ahh, mine are so... obvious?" she says. she sounds a little mopey, and you can't have that.
"they're so sexy! fuck, give 'em to me again." she lets you maneuver her easily and huffs a laugh when you motorboat her and squeeze her tits against the sides of your face.
"okay! okay, i get it, geez," you mutters. you can hear the smile in her voice though, so you'd say that's a mission accomplished.
"besides, hannie would be squirming and moaning if i touched her like that, so..."
"hey! oop-" you hear jisung slap her hand over her mouth. "ah, fuck it. you know i'm next, but i need my turn!" jisung moves seungmin out of the way and grabs your hands and slaps them on her chest. her cute little asymmetrical tits… the hardest, dusky brown nipples you’ve ever seen. you laugh but squeeze away, pinching and rubbing her nipples rough just how she likes.
you were right about her though, she makes it known that she thoroughly enjoys the rough treatment of her chest. you hear her knees knock, and her chest is arching towards you.
"you should, ah- you should see the unnies," seungmin pants. you wonder what jeongin's doing to her to make her sound that weak. if the slick sounds of pussy is anything to go by, you'd say jeongin has her long fingers between seungmin's slender thighs. when did she take her pants off?
there's another addition to changbin and felix's huddle too, and you wish you could see what exactly felix and hyunjin are doing to changbin to make her sound like that. sweet, tortured little noises escape her lips, and it has you dying to take the blindfold off.
the unnies in question though, chan and minho... oh, you can hear them. you must have been keeping them waiting too long because all you hear is the smack of their lips as they kiss.
"ahh, fuck. fuck! okay, come on. okay, you two." jisung squirms one last time and pulls away from your roaming hands. she pushes the two remaining members to you and sits impatiently beside jeongin and seungmin. "my pussy's so wet, oh my god we have to fuck, like, right now."
with chan and minho both standing in front of you, you guess this is the last test. their breasts are about the same size, so if you get this wrong... maybe you'll be punished? maybe not though, it seems like everyone is getting too worked up to dole out a punishment.
your hands find a breast on both girls, kneading and jiggling the fat in your hands.
"mmm, fuck. these are mommy sized tits," you groan, and you hear jisung groan with you.
after a moment, you move both hands to the beautiful woman on the right. her tits spill over your hands. they're heavy, full. when you touch her nipples you know it's chan. chan's nipples are so small, so tiny. they're almost inverted, and even when they're pebbled and hard they're still tight and small, clinging close to her body.
you move to minho's now and play with hers too. minho's nipples are bigger, longer when they're hard, and her tits sag deliciously from their own weight. you don't want to take your hands off of either of them, but all of your girls are waiting.
"channie," you say, bringing your hands back to jiggle her tits. "minho." you repeat the action with minho's chest as well.
"such a smart little cat, aren't you?" minho asks, humming as she unties the blindfold and removes it gently from your head.
now that you can see, you're immediately overwhelmed with the sight around you.
seungmin's back is to jeongin's chest, and jeongin's fingers piston in and out of her cunt while jisung kisses at the mound of seungmin's neatly trimmed pussy.
on your other side, felix's lips are still occupied with changbin's chest. her little hands knead at changbin's big tits, her areolas spit slick. her nipples are swollen from felix's relentless mouth. hyunjin is kneeled behind changbin, spreading her asscheeks and licking at her tightest hole.
"you win, yeah? that just means you get a present. know what you want?" chan's already helping you stand from your chair, and she pulls you close to her naked chest to kiss the side of your head.
"to the bedroom!"
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gallusrostromegalus · 5 months
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How does trash pickup, Recycling centers, &/or Hazardous Material Disposal work for Soul Society in AEIWAM? Is there a Kido-based ritual to break things down into Reishi? Are there Tech Repair Shops?
Sewage in Soul Society works really well but very dangerously because those fucking idiots built the city directly on top of an active supervolcano.
Let me back up:
There isn't a good consensus on how big the Seireitei is (Yoruichi says it takes 10 days to walk 1/4th of the way around the circumference, but whether that's her speed, the average person's or how long a patrol group takes is unclear), Or any real maps of the place, but it's generally agreed that
the city is LARGE. Yoruichi says it would take her and the kids ten days to walk to the next gate 1/4th of the way around the city. Maybe that's 8 hours average human walking speed minus 'trying to herd a bunch of teenagers' but that's still a long trip!
Even before the Seki-Seki stone wall was put up, the city was pretty much circular.
Unlike pretty much every real city, there's no river running through it. Where are they getting their water?
There is a Small but substantial and TOTALLY ISOLATED mountain in the middle of the city made of apparently hard-to-mine rock. A Lonely Mountain, one might even say.
The only visible natural sources of water I've seen evidence of are hot springs in both the Yoruichi/Urahara Super Secret Training Ground/Love Nest and the first division grounds.
Soul Society is run by jackasses and if there's a stupid way to do things, that's the way they're doing them.
In fact, the Soul Society as a whole is almost suspiciously Amestris-shaped, but instead of nefarious alchemy, it's negligent civil engineering
...all this leads me to believe that Seireitei is built DIRECTLY ON TOP OF the caldera of an enormous supervolcano. The city gets it's water from the aquifer of rainwater that's collected in the underground cracks and fissures of the Caldera, and the seki-seki stone wall is set up around the really convenient geographic barrier made by the rim of the caldera.
"Hey!" I hear some of you nerds objecting "Aren't calderas usually concave? Seireitei is convex, if anything!"
You're right! Most Calderas are concave! But they will absolutely fill in with sand and dirt over the true floor of the caldera over time and develop Mounts like the thing at the central part of the city and start to rise WHEN THEY'RE ON THE VERGE OF A CATASTROPHIC ERUPTION.
So yeah! The Gotei-13 has an almost infinite supply of hot water, and probably less than a century to figure out what to do before The Big Kaboom.
Anyway, back at sewage:
There's been a city where the Seireitei is since time immemorial, and even though it's done the istanbul-not-constantinopple shuffle a few times, very little of the actual infrastructure has changed. Empires rise and fall but the desire paths stay the same.
This is especially true in Seireitei, because unlike very nearly every major IRL Municipality, it doesn't have a river running through it, something that usually necessitates Sewer updates By Force. But compared to a river which is constantly moving around in it's bed, a volcanic aquifer doesn't move much until it moves a whole fucking lot real fast, so the undercity of the Seireitei has really had time to... Develop isn't quite the right word.
"Ferment" is closer.
Above-ground waste management is the provenance of the actual local city government- yes, there is a Mayor of the Seireitei that the Gotei-13 has to pay property taxes to. Yamamoto maintains a lot of goodwill with the Mayor by dint of sentencing ill-behaved shinigami to shore up the municipal labor pool, and by knowing the mayor's family for the last millennium. So you'll see Shinigami doing things like trash collection and street-sweeping, but they're just there on probation.
-But nobody wanted to deal with the undercity. It's got a soul of it's own. Washington DC, which is less than 500 years old as a city and on top of a swamp, has an undercity that goes down over half a mile. Imagine how deep the sunken buildings, abandoned secret tunnels, and sewer system of a city that's millenia old, not sitting on actual mud and constantly subjected to high levels of magical background radiation might develop.
An Appetite, for one thing.
The 11th likes to talk a big game, but the reason the 4th is in charge of sewer maintenance is because the only people with the guts for it were people who got degrees rummaging in the guts of living people. Sewer maintenance really is a lot like abdominal surgery, if you were able to walk around inside the patient.
It was Retsu Unohana's idea, actually. Chigiri was a battle medic and aged rapidly for a shinigami. She was old when the court guard finally went from "Yamamoto and his gang of assholes" to "A for-real governing body". Her successor, Kirinji was more interested in traumatic injury recovery than preventative medicine, for obvious reasons- his triage was constantly full of combat casualties and early kido experiment victims Blood Loss was still his #1 Killer.
But Retsu had been reincarnated in and spent her youth in South 80, in the utterly undeveloped conditions there, and held deep, personal grudges with Dysentery and Cholera. For all his talk of healing waters, Kirinji had no sense of the importance of water sanitation, and it was a continuous point of contention between them for her apprenticeship.
"FINE!" He shouted one day after a particularly nasty row. "IF IT'S SO GODDAMN IMPORTANT TO YOU, YOU HANDLE IT! FORM NOW ON, YOU'RE IN CHARGE OF SEWAGE, SLUDGE QUEEN!"
She made her first descent the next morning.
She did not return for six weeks, and Kirinji almost thought he'd resloved that particular problem when she reappeared from the depths, a changed woman. That long in the darkness, alongside the buried secrets and skeletons of the city, with the horrors that did not dare brave the sunlight- it would change anyone, and most would come up looking at least mildly haunted.
Retsu Unohana is not most.
She looks radiant, almost like The Kenpachi again, covered in the horrors of the underground as she used to be covered in blood. She thrives on a challenge, and excels at the art of purification, and now, she has been given the single greatest challenge of purification in history. There is something beautiful and terrible in her eyes as she explains that it does down at least five miles, look at this, she thinks it's from the neolithic era, and there are incredible boneyards of thousands of skeletons, and fungi the likes of which she's never seen before- She is ecstatic- a creature kept in captivity, finally released into it's natural habitat.
It's hardly a surprise, if you consider Minazuki. Stingrays are benthic creatures, right at the bottom of the river, deep in the muck and decay.
It's been a little over eight hundred years into her tenure as a medic, and she has tamed much of the beast. The upper levels are well-mapped and have been made clean and well-lit, enough that even the civilian sanitation forces of the city can regularly enter and work in them without any particular unease. Infant and preventable disease mortality has dropped astronomically. Nobody's had cholera since the 1800's . While they have other jobs, all members of the 4th division are required to take at least one tour in the depths of the undercity.
Horrors still lurk in the depths.
They're pretty sure they lost Tokagero Kenpachi chasing one of those, shortly before Unohana became captain, and she's been reluctant to let other divisions assist since then. The Fourth Division's Fourth Seat, rumored to be the unluckiest post in the entire Gotei-13, is permanently stationed underground, and she loves it that way.
It's only recently that the 11th has been allowed to come along on descents, after Zaraki vanished for two days and then emerged victorious from a manhole in the 5th division with a tentacled horror she'd been tracking for decades that lived at least three miles down. He apologized- he had meant to come up in the 4th to present it's corpse to her directly, but well, you know what his sense of direction is like. Anyway, I saw it scuttling around in the rain aquifers and we don't need it tracking literal shit into the water supply so I went after is and d'ya think maybe I can take the lads down sometime? They' get lazy between deployments and you have a triage up here to manage.
Charmed, she agreed.
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Hm. I just re-read that ask and it's actually about dry waste managment.
Sorry. I got very excited about the sewers.
I am now about to get worse about trash.
I don't think they have plastic in soul society- given how bug-themed the 12th division is, I'm pretty sure the casing on Rukia's soul pager is made of Chitin, and if you break it, it bleeds. Also it makes people with shellfish allergies break out in hives.
Since pretty much all the waste in Soul Society is either recyclable or organic matter, I think those trash pits Yumichika and Ganju were fooling around with are really more like Kido-enhanced composting centers. All waste goes into them and the bottom of the pit is pulled out in a tray, like with a vermiculture tower, if the worms were eighteen and a half feet long and hungry enough to swallow anything that falls in the pit, because Mayuri is incapable of making anything that is not at least slightly awful.
The compost is then shaken out for any spare glass or metal that made it into the compost and that's sent off to the 12th division forges to be recycled. it's baked to kill any dangerous pathogens and Giant Garbage Worm Eggs so they don't breach containment, and measured for nitrogen, phosphorus and other important plant nutrient content. Based on it's composition, it's then shipped out to farmers in the upper districts of the rukongai because "Free, A+ grade fertilizer if y'all don't start revolutions, pay your taxes and give us first dibs on crops" is an amazing incentive for rural farmers to not start backing the local warlords.
It was 12th division founder Uhin Zenjohji who came up wth the scheme- he remembered the lengths upper-district farmers were willing to go through to make sure their land remained fertile, what kind of demand Nitrogen was in, and the ravages of phosphorous runnoff, so he could kill two birds with one clod of shit by supplying farmers with 'free' fertilizer that kept them loyal to the court and was tailored to that area's nutritional needs and watershed capacity.
The fact that it kept a lot of swamp and waterway areas pristine so he could indulge his birdwatching hobby was a nice benefit too :).
NORMALLY, those pits are covered, clearly marked, and usually the site of a major traffic jam because that's the local collection point, but when Ichigo and friends arrived, Aizen had whipped everyone into believing they were being invaded by an elite force of super-assassins and not like. 4 high schoolers and a furry. All the street signs and markings came down, civilians shuttered themselves inside, and generally made the Seireitei as difficult to navigate as possible.
I wonder how much Zaraki's rotten sense of direction was exacerbated by that.
ANYWAY! That's my thoughts on trash! Deep undercity horrors and giant compost worms over an active volcano!
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randomoutsiders · 3 months
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hey girl!! can you do a smut with finnick and its the readers first time:)??
the artificial lights that blink in and out of a dynamic background outside the shimmering windows that span the wall of your apartment's single bedroom, reminding you existence outside of the encapsulated space. calloused hands drift over your rib cage, thumb catching on the white brassiere that circles the circumference of your midriff. "this is cute," he quiffs when he finds the delicate bow pressed into its center, pulling at a looped ribbon. "you save this just for me?"
its age and frequent use support the blush in your cheeks, and you cower under finnick's curious eyes. "oh, shut up," you push at his bare shoulder, and the muscle ticks with the sudden blow. "i wasn't preparing for this, you know."
finnick's curls tickle at your chin when his head ducks down, palms sliding down over your torso, gliding over your hip until it finds the small of your back. here, he draws you in closer, lips a fiery presence against your collarbone. unmatched panties shift in the movement, rolling up against your pelvic bone until he smooths it out with a thumb, leaving it there in his docile touch. "who was gonna tell me you were this soft?" he drawls against your chest, and you gasp wetly, shifting under him.
"didn't think it was a conversation starter," you excuse, nearly choking when he eases a hand between your quivering thighs, not quite drifting upward but remaining a stagnant weight until he can feel the muscles unwind and relax. "sorry."
finnick chortles, thumbing over the supple skin of your inner thigh and observing when you quiver and whine. "don't apologize," he croons when he dips in for a kiss, whispering over your lips and drinking every wispy whine that rolls off your tongue. "i think it's quite cheeky, if i'm honest, honey."
"shut up!" you trill once more, shaking your head with arms reaching behind your back to undo the bra, fumbling with the clasp. "you're too much."
he jolts forward, then - metaphorically, however - taking the leap and pushing a thumb against your clothed cunt, the tip of the digit tickling at your throbbing clit. the arousal that clinks to the finger through the thin fabric of your panties forces his jaw into an exaggerated drop, and sucks in a shuttered breath. "yup, yeah, honey, yeah." he grinds his hips further into the mattress, aching cock throbbing between his thighs.
but he's not here to scare you, and the doe-eyed look you're flashing him might force his hand. but he swallows it back, and it nearly gets caught in throat. your teeth sink into the inside your cheek and your legs fall apart, making the wet patch more accessible for his eager fingers. "just.. too much."
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felicitassews · 1 year
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How to draft a Witch Hat
I love makeing witch hats. They are pretty simple to draft, and don't use too much fabric. so here are my instructions:
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A = height of hat
B = circumference of head + 1 inch
C = radius of head (calculate from B)
D = C + width of brim
For the cone draw a circle with radius A, and measure B along outside.
For the brim make 2 circles with the same center point, with radius C and D.
Cut 1 of cone, and 2 of brim. I also like to line the cone with felt, and use canvas or something heavy to interface the brim.
Just inside the seam allowance of the brim, zigzag over a wire to help give the brim shape.
Right sides together, sew the side of the cone and the 2 brim pieces along the outside. Then sew the cone to the center of one of the brim pieces and flip it inside out. Then sew the bottom brim to the top in the center.
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squishi-bunni · 1 year
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🧶💝As Special as You💝🧶
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Reader who was in a past toxic relationship is shocked by Howl spoiling them.
Reader likes to crochet
Howl x Reader
tooth-rotting fluff , comfort , cheesy
The castle creaked and huffed as it crawled across the rolling green fields. I watched the bright blue rivers wind across the plains from the balcony. The Wastes were quite beautiful, despite their name.
In my lap sat a half finished crochet project -  one mitten out of a pair. The yarn was a bright fuscia, vibrant against my wooden crochet hook. I finished the last row of the mitten, cut the yarn, and sewed the ends in with a darning needle. I put the mitten on my hand and smiled at its perfect fit.
The flung open, startling me. I whipped around to see none-other than my love, standing proudly by the door and beaming at me with excitement.
"There you are!" he proclaimed."I've been looking for you!" He grabbed my arm and yanked me put of my chair before I could say a word. "Come downstairs my love -- I have something to show you."
I stumbled down the stairs as I was being not-so-gracefully dragged to the living room by the eccentric wizzard. I laughed at his antics. "Slow down there, Howl! I'm gonna trip if you're not careful!"
We reached the living room and Howl stood next to the center table, presenting to me a long wooden box and sealed black bag.
I cocked my head at him. "What's all this?" I asked, eyebrows raised with intrigue.
"It's a gift!" he said, "for you!"
I was stunned. I wasn't used to getting gifts, or just having anything done for me in general. Even a flower picked from the garden would shock me when Howl gifted one.
"Don't just stand there," he said, gesturing towards the gift. "Open it!"
He beamed at me as I carefully opened the wooden box. The hinges at the back creaked as I slowly lifted the lid.
I was presented with a set of gold plated metal crochet hooks of every size available. There was a hook small enough for a piece of sewing thread, a hook which took up the circumference of my hand, and every size in between. Howl's delighted chuckle is what indicated to me that my mouth was agape. I could feel my smile reach up to my eyes.
"I-- you-- Howl--" I stammered.
"You still need to open the bag!" he reminded me.
I looked over to the velvet back and opened it. There was assortment of yarns of all different colors, thicknesses, materials. I dipped my hand in the bag to feel the yarn, and it was like how I'd imagine shoving your hand in a cloud would feel. Each yarn was soft and somehow silky.
I felt the tears come to my eyes then. I choked on the built up air in my throat and broke out in sobs.
Howl's beaming smile turned into a concerned frown. He rushed towards me and held my shoulders gently. "What's wrong my love?" he asked, brows furrowed.
"I--I just," I choked out. "I haven't-- No one's ever gotten me something so nice." I hugged him and buried my face into his shirt. "This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."
Howl wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight embrace. "My love, you deserve every precious thing in the world," he said. "Only a fool would fail to make you feel as special as you are."
I looked up and gave him a chaste kiss through salty tears. "Thank you so much."
He smiled at me. "It's no problem love -- I'm happy to make you happy."
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anon asked:
Hi! It says on your description thing that your requests are open? ( I’m sorry for this if they’re closed :’) )
I read your request rules and it said you take poly kiribaku and I was wondering if you could write a scenario of kiribaku with a fashion designer reader? reader makes them suits and an outfit for themselves from scratch for an event? Just kinda funny fluffy stuff with reader slowly getting more annoyed at them not cooperating ( mainly Bakugou cause he’s Bakugou lol ) but still managing to finish and make them cool suits and an outfit for themselves too :)
I’ve had this lil idea in my head for months now and I love your writing, so if you think you could do something with this I’d be very happy :)) ( sorry for the long request, if you don’t want to write this I wouldn’t mind, also sorry again if your requests are closed :’) )
thank you! :))
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a/n: so sorry its a bit short anon, but i did what i could!
w.count: 1.1k
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your office was currently a mess. an organized mess but a mess nonetheless and katsuki made sure you knew that by his sneering. it wasn't unusual for either of your boyfriends' to stop by your workplace for various reasons. forgot your lunch, bringing you papers you needed, maybe repairs to their hero suits since your stitching 'holds up better than others'. still, this time you were the one to strong-arm them into both coming by. or rather, strong-arm katsuki, since eijirou had no issues in popping by when you called.
your work office was filled with used and unused mannequins, your main desk, a separate desk littered with fabric scraps, your sewing machines, and straight pens left, right, and center. there was also a quiant little loveseat with two comfortable cushions you have for visiting clients.
that very loveseat is where both your boyfriends' currently parked their asses. you standing in front of them with your hands on your hips and a tape measure gripped in your palm.
"i dont see why we need all new shit," katsuki groans, his arms on the back of the loveseat, looking away from your unimpressed scowl. eijiou curls his lips in to try- and fail- to conceal the amused look on his face.
you had called them both here because of the next hero gala. the dates were finally sent out to those permitted to attend, and both of their names were on the roster. of course, they would be going- mostly because katsuki's pr team begged him to- and since they got to bring plus ones along, you would also be with them.
the two of them have always been wearing store bought formal wear or renting suits, but this was literally your area of expertise! you would get measurements from the two of them if it was the last thing youd do before making them outfits they can freely keep for such occasions.
eijirou had no qualms about the whole process. in fact, his measurements went smoothly aside from him flexing his arms when you were trying to get their circumference.
"yes, you're very muscular babe, now relax your arm or so help me," was what he got in return to his playful tomfoolery. checking off his waist and hips was also filled with banter since at least three times he had hugged you and kept joking about how he wasn't just going to not when you were right in front of him. that would be far too many wasted opportunities.
katsuki had been scrolling on his phone the whole time eijirou was prolonging his process by playing harmless pranks and showering you in goofy affection as he does. you almost wished you had measured him last to get the stubborn fool that is katsuki over with first though.
now, here you stand, impatiently waiting for him to get his ass up and get started.
"katsuki," you warn, his head tipping back in a groan. "i've got all day," you tell him as if you weren't bothered in the slightest. you were though, and annoyed to boot. while you did in fact have time, that doesn't mean you want it to be wasted in a battle of wits.
"what's the damn point of taking measurements? we've got plenty of shit at home to wear."
"no, you don't. I do, but you guys have nothing properly formal enough for a gala, and im sick of renting suits when i can just make something and save some money in the process. do you know how expensive it is to rent a suit? no, because you're loaded, so up."
"i did enough of this kinda shit growin' up, i aint dealing with it when im not even livin' with my folks anymore."
you roll your tongue across your teeth, squeezing the space between your eyes with your fingers and holding yourself back.
"come on, kats, don't be such a fun sponge," eijirou tries to help. knocking him lightly in the side with his elbow, katsuki just huffs and looks at the nearest clock as if gauging when your workday was supposed to end and how long he can keep this up.
"fine," you heave, tossing your measuring tape at his chest before it flops onto his legs. "have it your way."
"that's what I tho-"
"I'll just call mitsuki and she can give me your measurements." there was a slight pause after your claim settles into the air you three occupy.
"what?" he almost sounded like he didn't believe you. but oh how serious you are.
"go on, shoo." you walk back towards your main desk with your computer and grab your purse where you start digging around for your phone. "i have a phone call to make, so go somewhere else if you're not going to be useful. oh, eijirou you can stay though if you want."
"hey!" katsuki, pulling his arms off the back of the couch, both offended that he was being kicked out while his boyfriend got to stay and miffed because- were seriously going to call his mom? over his measurements? god, who knows what else could come out of that hag's mouth if you call her asking for that. the last thing he needed was you and his mother commenting on how small his waist was or worse.
you plant yourself in your desk chair and pull over a notepad and pen to write down the oncoming numbers you would be getting one way or the other. katsuki springs from the loveseat when he sees the phone line start dialing from across the room against your cheek.
the phone rings twice and you're ready to apologize for calling in the middle of the work day when she picks up, but before you could your phone was ripped from your hand and away from your cheek.
"wha- katsuki!" you utter in disbelief.
"ignore this," he huffs before hanging up the call and tossing your tape measure into your face.
"take your stupid ass measurements, but you don't get this back for a while." the blond tosses your phone over to kirishima who had been gleefully watching the free entertainment. the red head catches it easily and safely tucks it into his pocket.
"traitor," you send his way across the room and he just shrugs.
"sorry, boyfriend's orders."
"that's right," katsuki backs him up with his arms crossed and you return the sentiment by jabbing him in the side with the back of your pen. "now hurry up, this offer expires soon."
"i hate you," you groan as you get up and untangle your measuring tape to start the process of finally getting what you needed.
"no you don't."
"i wish i did."
"liar."
"shut up, im concentrating."
he hates to admit it, but the group of coordinating matching outfits you three all wear to the gala weeks later was totally worth pushing your buttons for. plus, it was cute to rile you up sometimes.
(mitsuki did call his cell later that day to explain why it's incredibly rude to hang up on his mother. he hung up on her again.)
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NASA Photographers Share Their Favorite Photos of the SLS Moon Rocket
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NASA’s Space Launch System (SLS) rocket is on the launch pad at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida and in final preparations for the Artemis I mission to the Moon. Now that our Moon rocket is almost ready for its debut flight, we wanted to take a look back at some of the most liked photographs of our SLS rocket coming together over the years.
We asked NASA photographers to share their favorite photos of the SLS rocket for Artemis I at different phases of testing, manufacturing, and assembly. Here are their stories behind the photos:
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“On this day in March 2018, crews at NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama, transported the intertank structural test article off NASA’s Pegasus barge to the Load Test Annex test facility for qualification testing.” —Emmett Given, photographer, NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center
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“This is the liquid oxygen tank structural test article as it was moved from the Pegasus barge to the West Test Area at our Marshall Space Flight Center on July 9, 2019. The tank, which is structurally identical to its flight version, was subsequently placed in the test stand for structural testing several days later. I remember it being a blazing hot day!” —Fred Deaton, photographer, NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center
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“The large components of the SLS rocket’s core stage can make you forget that there are many hands-on tasks required to assemble a rocket, too. During the mating of the liquid hydrogen tank to the forward section of the rocket’s 212-foot-tall core stage in May 2019, technicians fastened 360 bolts to the circumference of the rocket. Images like this remind me of all the small parts that have to be installed with care, expertise, and precision to create one huge Moon rocket. Getting in close to capture the teammates that work tirelessly to make Artemis a success is one of the best parts of my job.” —Eric Bordelon, photographer, NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility
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“An incredible amount of precision goes into building a rocket, including making sure that each of our SLS rocket’s four RS-25 engines is aligned and integrated into the core stage correctly. In this image from October 2019, I attempted to illustrate the teamwork and communication happening as technicians at NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility in New Orleans do their part to help land the first woman and the first person of color on the Moon through the Artemis missions. It’s rare to see the inside of a rocket – not as much for the NASA and Boeing engineers who manufacture and assemble a rocket stage!” —Jared Lyons, photographer, NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility
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“When the fully assembled and completed core stage left the Michoud factory in January 2020, employees took a “family photo” to mark the moment. Crews transported the flight hardware to NASA’s Pegasus barge on Jan. 8 in preparation for the core stage Green Run test series at NASA’s Stennis Space Center near Bay St. Louis, Mississippi. When I look at this photo, I am reminded of all of the hard work and countless hours the Michoud team put forth to build this next-generation Moon rocket. I am honored to be part of this family and to photograph historic moments like this for the Artemis program.” —Steven Seipel, MAF multimedia team lead, NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility
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“This photo shows workers at Stennis prepare to lift the SLS core stage into the B-2 Test Stand for the SLS Green Run test series in the early morning hours of Jan. 22, 2020. I started shooting the lift operation around midnight. During a break in the action at about 5:30 a.m., I was driving my government vehicle to the SSC gas station to fuel up, when I saw the first light breaking in the East and knew it was going to be a nice sunrise. I turned around and hurried back to the test stand, sweating that I might run out of gas. Luckily, I didn’t run out and was lucky enough to catch a beautiful Mississippi sunrise in the background, too.” —Danny Nowlin, photographer, NASA’s Stennis Space Center
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“I like the symmetry in the video as it pushes toward the launch vehicle stage adapter. Teams at NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama, loaded the cone-shaped piece of flight hardware onto our Pegasus barge in July 2020 for delivery to NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida. The one-point perspective puts the launch vehicle stage adapter at the center of attention, but, if you pay attention to the edges, you can see people working. It gives a sense of scale. This was the first time I got to walk around Pegasus and meet the crew that transport the deep space rocket hardware, too.” —Sam Lott, videographer, SLS Program at Marshall Space Flight Center
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“This was my first time photographing a test at our Stennis Space Center, and I wasn't sure what to expect. I have photographed big events like professional football games, but I wasn't prepared for the awesome power unleashed by the Space Launch System’s core stage and four RS-25 engines during the Green Run hot fire test. Watching the sound wave ripple across the tall grass toward us, feeling the shock wave of ignition throughout my whole body, seeing the smoke curling up into the blue sky with rainbows hanging from the plume; all of it was as unforgettable as watching a football player hoist a trophy into the air.” —Michael DeMocker, photographer, NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility
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“When our SLS Moon rocket launches the agency’s Artemis I mission to the Moon, 10 CubeSats, or small satellites, are hitching a ride inside the rocket’s Orion stage adapter (OSA). BioSentinel is one of those CubeSats. BioSentinel’s microfluidics card, designed at NASA’s Ames Research Center in California’s Silicon Valley, will be used to study the impact of interplanetary space radiation on yeast. To me, this photo is a great combination of the scientific importance of Artemis I and the human touch of more than 100 engineers and scientists who have dedicated themselves to the mission over the years.” —Dominic Hart, photographer, NASA’s Ames Research Center
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“I was in the employee viewing area at Kennedy when the integrated SLS rocket and Orion spacecraft was rolled out to the launchpad for its wet dress rehearsal in March 2022. I really like this photo because the sun is shining on Artemis I like a spotlight. The giant doors of the Vehicle Assembly Building are the red curtain that opened up the stage -- and the spotlight is striking the SLS because it’s the star of the show making its way to the launchpad. I remember thinking how cool that NASA Worm logo looked as well, so I wanted to capture that. It was so big that I had to turn my camera sideways because the lens I had wasn’t big enough to capture the whole thing.” —Brandon Hancock, videographer, SLS Program at NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center
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“I made this image while SLS and Orion atop the mobile launcher were nearing the end of their four-mile trek to the pad on crawler-transporter 2 ahead of launch. Small groups of employees were filtering in and out of the parking lot by the pad gate to take in the sight of the rocket’s arrival. The “We Are Going!” banner affixed to the gate in the foreground bears the handwritten names of agency employees and contractors who have worked to get the rocket and spacecraft ready for the Artemis I flight test. As we enter the final days before launch, I am proud to have made my small contribution to documenting the historic rollout for this launch to the Moon.” —Joel Kowsky, photographer, NASA Headquarters
More Photo-worthy Moments to Come!
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NASA photographers will be on the ground covering the Artemis I launch. As they do, we’ll continue to share their photos on our official NASA channels.
Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space!
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pynkhues · 4 months
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Hey! Just wondering if you’re still planning to write the pregnancy and marriage fics for C&C? I can’t tell you how much I love that verse!!
Hey! Thank you so much, anon, I'm so thrilled that you love that 'verse, and it's always so nice to get asks like this given it's been a minute since I updated that series.
I am planning on finishing both of them, and am aiming to post one of them before the end of the year.
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aprilodite · 4 months
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Wheel Symbolism in Good Omens
Tarot, Zodiac, and more Hippie Dippy Bullshit
It started with The Wheel of Misfortune, but I had a hard time breaking down anything other than things I have already observed (yin/yang, tarot elements, etc). It does show the Zodiac signs specifically (the Ancient Greek zōdiakòs kýklos meaning "cycle or circle of little animals") THEN I saw the spinning wheel of death in the opening credits and thought: Ah! There is something… But still… nothing specific. So I went to the Dictionary of Symbols, looked up “wheel,” and down the rabbit hole I went.  
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The wheel represents duality in all its forms (including the idea of oneness versus duality: so meta). The wheel has an unmoving center, as the circumference spins around. It indicates the passage of time, cycles of death and rebirth, or starting anew: Oh Look! It’s Yeat’s Second Coming Poem again! “Turning, turning, the ever widening gyre.”  The wheel is turning, too fast, too big, and “the centre cannot hold.”
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Do you know where else we have seen an ever widening gyre? Before the beginning, where Starmaker spins the universe into existence. “The wheel is set in motion by a handle — fateful because it is irreversible” (Dictionary of Symbols). The HANDLE is a key image for the wheel, the catalyst, the mover as opposed to the unmoving. Aziraphale holds the thing steady, while Crowley makes it move.  
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Isn’t this Aziracrow’s conflict in a nutshell? In season 2, Crowley is the unmoving one, desperately trying to stop change, while Aziraphale is the mover, taking the car, putting his nose in Jim’s business, instigating stuff. The angel busts out his HALO (wheel) that he hasn’t used “since the Great War.”
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Also connected: The Sphinx, traditionally featured on the Tarot Wheel Card, is described as the beast slouching to be reborn.
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But maybe the most surprising and interesting thing I got from the wheel is its association with Gemini.
“Heavenly twins, both divine and mortal, black and white [... one the] ‘Heavenly Twin’, expressive of opposites, fused together and integrated into Oneness (represented by the spherical or perfect being) [and the other the] ‘Earthly Twin’ displaying the break, the split (as in two-headed Janus, or triform Hecate, etc.), that is, opposites in conflict or at least in dissidence. Aziraphale the Heavenly twin, Crowley the Earthly twin, the split angel turned demon.
Gemini are also the “Wheel of Transformations: pure creative force (Aries and Taurus) severed into two parts, one side of the dualism is elevated but the other descends.” And here we go back to Tarot which in the traditional Rider-Waite-Smith has the ascending Anubis and the descending Serpent.  
What do I make of this? Two things must happen that may seem contradictory, but the paradox is part of it. Aziraphale and Crowley need to be more separate and also more together, at the same time. Aziraphale is meant to be the yang, the steadfast, the center, and Crowley is meant to be the yin, the ever-changing, the questioning, AND they are meant to be these separate opposing entities that are also fused together. This is the balance and wholeness, the alchemical wedding, and the Gemini’s Wheel of Transformation. This “‘zone of contradiction’ is the threshold of unifying and unified mysticism.” Unifying and Unified, the same yet opposite.
And don't forget that Gemini's Tarot Card is THE LOVERS
Addendum: Looking back to the very first image, no wonder it is called the Wheel of MISFortune. The images again show our moving, catalyzing Angel, and an immobile, sad looking Demon.
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batwritings · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 2 - Collaring
Another different fandom that has caught my attention is Obey Me! What can I say? I'm a monster fucker through and through and have a soft spot for anime men. ^^; Enjoy!~
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No matter how many times you were summoned to the Demon Lord’s castle, a wave of nervousness would slither down your spine. Were you in trouble? Or was this simply your beloved demon prince seeking your company once again? Either way, you had no idea what to make of the situation you’d found yourself in now.
Neither Diavolo nor Barbatos had asked any overly strange questions to you that week. Maybe you should’ve seen a red flag when the heir to the Devildom’s throne asked if you knew the circumference of your neck. But the man was full of odd questions about seemingly random topics all the time with you. This wasn’t too far outside the realm of possibility. 
So here you were in the prince’s room, trying your best not to shake like a leaf. “The young master will be in shortly,” Barbatos informs you before quietly shutting the door. You fidget quietly with the little keychain Asmo had gotten you for your DDD. It felt like an eternity, just sitting there waiting in the quiet of your lover’s room.
You jump slightly when the door opens again, regardless of how soft the sound actually was. “Did I startle you?” Diavolo is across the room with a surprised look. It’s true that since you began your residency here, you’d become arguably less startled than you used to be. You’re sure you had the seven brothers you lived with to thank for that amongst other things. “Forgive me, I know this summons was sudden.”
“It’s okay,” you reassure him, despite all evidence to the contrary. Diavolo slips into the room fully, an arm hidden out of your line of sight. You lean a little to try and see, but the prince follows your movements, keeping his surprise hidden. 
“In time dearest, in time,” he assures you. You offer him a small pout that he has come to know as teasing before he comes to rest on his knees before you. A small blush rushes to your cheeks at how intimately close Diavolo is to you. Sure the two of you had been intimate before, but…this felt beyond different. “You have drawn me in further and further with each passing moment. Every instance we share together, I will treasure, even once I take my father’s place.”
You watch with awe as the demon prince produces a box from behind his back. Without even noticing, you noticed his shift to his more demonic appearance. It was one you were far more familiar with these days than his day to day appearance. Velvety wings as dark as the night sky fluttered softly against his darker skin. You could see his amber eyes watching your expression closely from behind cherry red locks.
“But I don’t want the memories to make to stay here, within the confines of your exchange program,” Diavolo continued. Perfectly black painted nails tucked under the lid of the box to open it slowly. Inside, resting against beautiful scarlet velvet was, what you could only describe to be, a collar. An obsidian chain that would rest around your neck and come to sit just between where each of your clavicle. At it’s center point was a lock that would serve to hold the two ends of the chain together.
“I need only know that you feel the same.” The heir’s voice, soft yet somewhat eager pulls you out of your trance. Your eyes meet his; the demon before you is borderline buzzing with anticipation. A sad mixture of hopefulness and fear should you turn his offer down. It’s all so overwhelming, you can’t help but let a few tears streak down your cheeks.
Just as his smile starts to fade, you lunge forward, arms wrapping tightly around Diavolo. Not expecting your affection, he topples backwards, nearly dropping the box in the process. “Oh Dia!” You cry against the crook of his neck and shoulder.
As you pull back, you can’t help but notice the confused look on your prince’s face. You can’t help but chuckle; some things still really were a mystery to him. “Of course I’ll accept,” you tell him, wiping tears from your eyes. “This…this has a whole different meaning to humans. And it’s really sudden, but…I’d be a fool not to.”
That eager puppy-like smile is back in an instant as the demon prince now embraces you oh so tightly. You feel a few pops along your spine and can’t help but laugh. “Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would fine someone as precious to me as you are,” you hear him mumble against your chest. “And to think, you’d feel the same…”
Strong yet careful hands take the chain out of it’s box, fingers tender as if he fears it will simply break under his touch. You try to stop crying as Diavolo unclasps the lock at the front, gently laying the cool metal against your skin before the lock is clicked shut. “I’m having Barbatos find someone who can make me a matching chain so I can keep the key safe with me always,” the demon informs you. “I am yours, as you are mine.”
You take his much larger hand in yours and place it against your cheek, leaning in to press a kiss to his palm. The action always managed to bring a rather noticeable blush to the demon prince’s cheeks. “You know…” you start, briefly considering not telling him this. “In human terms, you basically just proposed to me. You know that, right?” 
Diavolo flashes a cheeky fanged grin, despite the blush remaining. “Well, you did say ‘yes’, didn’t you?” And now it’s your turn to blush, chuckling softly in response.
“Til death do us part.”
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Part 7 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🧁
~ Part 6 ~
~ on ao3 ~
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Billy had his assignment, and getting the smaller Billy’s head measurement was the easy part. He had to use a strip of paper to mark the circumference of the large noggin’ on the little body, and then measure that before he went to the most expensive store for tiny clothing.
“Okay, chipmunk. I’ll see you at the music store.”
“Bwing the hat!”
“They might have to make it if it’s not available,” Billy warned on his way out of the video store.
Big Steve sighed heavily, inducing Robin to scrutinize him. “Are you afraid of the doll store?”
“Only the woman who runs it. Can we close already? I’m ready to be a person again.”
“Music Stowre!” little Steve shouted with his hands in the air. Big Steve set their finished shoebox room on the counter and waved them in.
“Get inside, you two, and hold on tight.”
Billy charged through the cardboard flaps they’d cut like doors and pushed the button on the battery pack shoved under his bed. The little fairy lights around the room bloomed with warm light as they landed on their beds, ready for their ride.
Robin carefully tied shoelaces over both of them like seatbelts while Steve closed up the back of the store. She carried their precious cargo as he moved the register money bag to the safe and turned the lights off. With the front door finally locked, Steve heaved a breath of relief and ripped his vest off. “Okay, let’s go.”
Little Steve and Billy sang movie tunes on the way to the record shop. Robin couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she held them on her lap and said to big Steve, “Getting Billy to go to the doll store is a test, isn’t it?”
Steve shrugged. “B wants a hat. It’ll be nice for someone else to use a credit card for a change. If I can get Hopper to buy anything, he’s getting a list.”
However, he felt Robin’s gaze on him and peeked at her before admitting, “Yeah, Billy Hargrove, lifeguard extraordinaire, in a doll store sounds hilarious. Sue me.”
“What’s wife gward?” small Billy exclaimed.
“He’s not a wife guard,” Robin sassed, rocking from the nudge Steve gave her. She rerouted, “Billy works at the Rec Center, little man. So he teaches exercise classes, swimming lessons, and makes sure people stay safe in the indoor and outdoor pools.”
“Biwwy’s a knight?” small Steve exclaimed in wonder.
Robin’s eyes narrowed as the car turned into a new parking lot. “I don’t know if that’s the right word for it, but it is technically his job to protect people.”
“Wow,” he breathed. “Big Biwwy, is so cool! But who keeps Biwwy safe?”
Robin and big Steve exchanged a loaded silence as he turned the car off. The latter reassured, “Billy can take care of himself while he’s gone. Are you ready to hear some music?”
“Hell yeah!” Billy declared.
Reggae played over the main speakers of the store, and an underlying aroma of marijuana wafted up from the carpets. Steve and Robin understood without saying anything that they needed an empty nook of the store. Robin set the box on a shelf between cassette and vinyl racks. She looked at the tape left in the player and set it aside before giving the shoelaces a tug to free the little ones. “You need to stay in there, okay? It’s too easy to get lost in here.”
Steve appeared and held up two small LP’s. “Do you want a little spicy or a little soul?”
“Spicy!” Billy demanded.
Robin placed the headset on the box as if the shoebox were a head, and Steve got the record player going. “You Spin Me Around” by Dead or Alive started up and Robin’s nose wrinkled.
“You’re going to give them a heart attack. Soul, soul, soul...” She started switching the LP’s, only to corner, “Steve, Boney M. is disco.”
“It’s groovy,” he smiled over a rolling shoulder. He put the other record back and set the needle down on the right song.
As music began to trickle over the shoebox bedroom, little Steve began to sway his hips. “Gwoovy,” he said experimentally.
Steve and Robin place the other headsets on their heads, the latter nodding along as Steve shamelessly danced in the store. “Let it out, lil dude. Let the music wiggle through you.”
Little Steve smiled shyly as he looked at Billy sitting on his bed and kicking his feet. “Gwoovy, Biwwy!”
Robin laughed, “Can you imagine how many complaints we’ll get if we play this at work?”
“Yeah, from Keith, if he ever bothers to actually come into work. Everyone else will thank us. How long until the GM realizes Keith is at the community college instead of Family Video?”
“Depends on when I need a raise,” she finished, letting more of her body move to the music.
Steve laughed and watched his smaller self coax Billy off the bed and do little hops and wiggles to the music. Robin encouraged, “Woo! Shake that wittle butt, Billy Boy. You’re rocking it.”
They both laughed as Billy did just that, bending his knees and throwing his butt back and forth while little Steve clapped his hands to the music.
A deeper voice warned, “Don’t throw your back out.”
The little ones gasped at big Billy joining them with his own box under his arm. Flicking the lid open, he withdrew something and twirled a familiar hat over his finger. “How about a summer jacket instead of that winter one? It’s not in season yet.”
Little Billy jumped up and down. “My hat! Will it fit? Gimme!”
Steve marveled, “They had a whole Indiana Jones doll?”
“I’ll mail you my fees,” Billy retorted, and shoved the box against Steve’s chest. Steve held it while Billy disrobed the doll and passed down the thinner jacket. Next came the hat -
“Don’t show him that,” Steve warned quietly when he gripped Billy’s hand inside the box.
Billy held his gaze a moment before he assured, “Relax, Harrington. It’s not a real whip. It’s just a string.”
“I don’t care. A bird will take these guys away if we’re not careful. B tries to belly flop off my bedside dresser every morning. Don’t let him see it.”
Billy’s brows reached for his hairline as he removed his hand from Steve’s grasp, holding it up defensively. “Your call, daddy Harrington.”
Robin pointed a mild grimace over Steve’s shoulder. Billy didn’t draw attention to it and instead looked down at little Billy putting the hat on smaller Steve’s head. “Stevie! We need a miwwor in here.”
Little Steve giggled and looked up at them, holding the wide-brimmed fedora on his head. “How do I wook?”
“Like a million bucks,” Steve congratulated.
Little Billy blushed. “Gwoovy.”
The corner of larger Billy’s mouth crooked up.
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Flower of life
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The flower of life is part of sacred geometry, which is the underlying form or geometry in nature (mindbodygreen). It symbolizes the balance of male and female energy in creation and contains the secrets of the universe.
The flower of life is another sacred geometric form. It is the symbol of creation. It is created by forming a circle then moving to the edge of that circle and forming another one. Each circle begins one radius away from the surrounding circles and is of equal size. (uoregon)
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The striking visual is meant to represent creation, the sacred masculine and divine feminine, and cycles of life, death, and rebirth. Some believe the flower of life is also a key that can unlock hidden knowledge of time and space within its petal-like structures. (mindbodygreen)
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“It is thought that the flower of life holds a secret within it—a circle, which in many cultures, is considered the 'zero point' or the 'origin' of us all," Dale says. "This is the Oneness that ties us together.”(mindbodygreen)
Sacred Geometry in the Maasverse
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In the Maasverse, Sarah also uses sacred geometry to create balance between opposing forces and characters use this balance to channel power. Sometimes it’s a symbol, like the six-pointed star @silverlinedeyes highlighted in this post. She connected the six-pointed star to the three brothers and three sisters in theory because they bring together opposing forces—light and dark and female and male energy—and create balance.
“Ithan angled his head. “A six-pointed star,” he said. Like the one Bryce had made between the Gates this spring, with the seventh candle at its center.
“It’s a symbol of balance,” she explained, moving away a foot, but keeping the dagger at her side. Her crown of cloudberries seemed to glow with an inner light. “Two intersecting triangles. Male and female, dark and light, above and below … and the power that lies in the place where they meet.” Her face became grave. “It is in that place of balance where I’ll focus my power.” She motioned to the circle. “No matter what you see or hear, stay on this side of the candles.” (hosab)
When they come together, as we saw with Feyre and Rhysand in the original series, they may be able to channel their combined energies to achieve powerful creation or healing (e.g., reforging the Cauldron, creating a baby who’s named for a deity and is probably going to be unique, etc.). As Rhys said in acowar, the sisters are in his court for a reason, and Mor might have hinted this long before as @lesolehabitantdelalune pointed out in relation to the six-pointed star:
Mor stayed overnight, even going so far as to paint some rudimentary stick figures on the wall beside the storeroom door. Three females with absurdly long, flowing hair that all resembled hers; and three winged males, who she somehow managed to make look puffed up on their own sense of importance. I laughed every time I saw it. (acomaf)
The three Made sisters and the three winged brothers are all blessed by fate and seem to be even more important together. Six is a perfect number and seven—the point where they all meet—symbolizes completion.
So, how does this relate to the flower of life? The flower of life contains circles that create a six-pointed star (see below) and there is a circle in the middle where they all intersect.
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Source: uoforegon
The flower of life also contains other symbols Sarah has used across worlds:
Throne of Glass Series
Aelin wore an amulet that warned and helped her when needed. It was called the Eye of Elena, which Manon corrects as the Eye of the Goddess. It is the symbol Blueblood prophets tattoo on their hearts to indicate that they are Goddess-blessed.
A large circle—and two overlapping circles, one atop the other, within its circumference. “That is the Three-Faced Goddess,” Manon said, her voice low. “We call this …” She drew a rough line in the centermost circle, in the eye-shaped space where they overlapped. “The Eye of the Goddess. Not Elena.” She circled the exterior again. “Crone,” she said of the outermost circumference. She circled the interior top circle: “Mother.” She circled the bottom: “Maiden.” She stabbed the eye inside: “And the heart of the Darkness within her.” (eos)
A Court of Thorns and Roses Series
The Bone Carver drew interlocking circles to represent the death-god siblings, two of whom were worshipped by the fae before they were trapped. Two out of three siblings helped Prythian in a bargain with Feyre and Rhys.
The Carver traced three overlapping, interlocked circles in the dirt. “You have met my sister—my twin. The Weaver, as you now call her. I knew her as Stryga. (acowar)
Crescent City Series
Bryce wears an Archesian amulet with entwined circles that keeps her hidden from those searching for the Horn.
Bryce zipped a tiny golden pendant—a knot of three entwined circles—along the delicate chain around her neck. (hoeab)
In the space between, I discussed all of these interconnected trios, including the sacred trio which I believe this all stems from (Mother, Cauldron, Fate) and the rose amulet chosen for Elain. Although it is not described in circles, Elain’s amulet glows with three colors—red, pink, and white—in the Faelight, mimicking Azriel’s observation that she glows like the dawn in the Faelight earlier in that scene. We don’t know if it contains any protective properties or whether it will even make a reappearance. But out of all the symbols we’ve seen with the divine number three, it is the only one in the form of a flower…except, that is, for the Cauldron.
The Cauldron as the Flower of Life
In hosab, the Under King hinted that Urd, the goddess of fate, might be Mother, Cauldron, and the Forces That Be all in one.
A pyre smoked atop a black stone altar in the center of the temple. A stone throne on a dais loomed at the rear of the space. No statues ever adorned Urd’s Temple—no depiction of the goddess had ever been made. Fate took too many forms to capture in one figure.
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The Under-King rose, black robes drifting on a phantom wind. “I thought the Fae bowed to Luna, but perhaps you remember the old beliefs? From a time when Urd was not a goddess but a force, winding between worlds? When she was a vat of life, a mother to all, a secret language of the universe? The Fae worshipped her then.” (hosab)
As I’ve explained with help from @silverlinedeyes in this post, mother to all = Mother, vat of life = Cauldron, and a force = Forces That Be (which seems to be used interchangeably with Fate in acotar). Mother, Cauldron, Fate. Three interconnected parts of a whole.
If we’re to believe the Under King, the goddess of fate isn’t actually a goddess. It is the Cauldron, which moves like a force, is a mother to all, and possesses the secrets of the universe. The Cauldron is Sarah’s flower of life.
The Cauldron shattered into three pieces, peeling apart like a blossoming flower—and then she came. (acowar)
And it can be controlled through spells in the Book of Breathings. Those spells must be uttered by someone who is Made because like calls to like.
“When the Cauldron was made,” the Carver interrupted, “its dark maker used the last of the molten ore to forge a book. The Book of Breathings. In it, written between the carved words, are the spells to negate the Cauldron’s power—or control it wholly. But after the War, it was split into two pieces. One went to the Fae, one to the six human queens. It was part of the Treaty, purely symbolic, as the Cauldron had been lost for millennia and considered mere myth. The Book was believed harmless, because like calls to like—and only that which was Made can speak those spells and summon its power. No creature born of the earth may wield it, so the High Lords and humans dismissed it as little more than a historical heirloom, but if the Book were in the hands of something reforged … You would have to test such a theory, of course—but … it might be possible.” (acomaf)
The pieces of the Book seem to contain void, or cold cunning, and chaos.
Life and death and rebirth
Sun and moon and dark
Rot and bloom and bones
Hello, sweet thing. Hello, lady of night, princess of decay. Hello, fanged beast and trembling fawn.
Love me, touch me, sing me.
Madness. Where the first half had been cold cunning, this box … this was chaos, and disorder, and lawlessness, joy and despair.
Light and dark and gray and light and dark and gray (acomaf)
And these seem to be the same beings (forces?) that Apollion mentions in his own creation.
“Do you not know where I come from? My father was the Void, the Being That Existed Before. Chaos was his bride and my dam. It is to them that we shall all one day return, and their mighty powers that run in my blood.” (hosab)
If the Cauldron contains both Void and Chaos, which I believe it does as a bowl of life and death, then the Book of Breathings allows the wielder to control those forces. In the tog series, higher beings are forces that are part of the same consciousness. They are interconnected parts of a sacred whole. And we’re told early on, and repeatedly thereafter, that the Cauldron is the origin of everything.
Inside the Cauldron was nothing but inky, swirling black.
Perhaps the entire universe had come from it.
Azriel and Cassian tensed as I laid a hand on the lip. Pain—pain and ecstasy and power and weakness flowed into me.
Everything that was and wasn’t, fire and ice, light and dark, deluge and drought.
The map for creation. (acomaf)
Feyre put together the two pieces of the Book and as Amren predicted, there was a great, noticeable blast.
“You put the pieces together,” she clarified when Rhys gave her a questioning look, “and the blast of power will be felt in every corner and hole in the earth. You won’t just attract the King of Hybern. You’ll draw enemies far older and more wretched. Things that have long been asleep—and should remain so.” (acomaf)
So, it’s also probable an old and powerful enemy might come calling (ahem, Koschei and/or the Asteri). Does that mean someone might need to wield the Cauldron again, but to help and protect Prythian instead this time?
If so, that someone would need to be Made. All three sisters are Made, so I personally dream about all three of them wielding it together like the witches they are. But I also think it would make sense for Elain to wield it on her own or with her love interest. When she emerged from the Cauldron, Sarah described her appearance in detail—pale, delicate, beautiful, glowing.
More water than seemed possible dumped out in a cascade. Black, smoke-coated water. And Elain, as if she’d been thrown by a wave, washed onto the stones facedown. Her legs were so pale—so delicate. […] Elain sucked in a breath, her fine-boned back rising, her wet nightgown nearly sheer. And as she rose from the ground onto her elbows, the gag in place, as she twisted to look at me— Nesta began roaring again. Pale skin started to glow. Her face had somehow become more beautiful—infinitely beautiful, and her ears … Elain’s ears were now pointed beneath her sodden hair. (acomaf)
She has been described as wise, gentle, and kind, but doesn’t hesitate to do what is necessary to protect life and restore order, like a gardener whose glowing hands won’t hesitate to get dirty for a pretty result.
A Gardener’s Hands
It began with a cauldron. A mighty black cauldron held by glowing, slender female hands in a starry, endless night. Those hands tipped it over, golden sparkling liquid pouring out over the lip. No—not sparkling, but … effervescent with small symbols, perhaps of some ancient faerie language. Whatever was written there, whatever it was, the contents of the cauldron were dumped into the void below, pooling on the earth to form our world… (acotar)
Elain isn’t just connected to a flower amulet. She is a blooming flower in an army camp, a bloom of color and sunshine even in the middle of winter. She is Hope shining in the Void on the longest night of winter.
The River House had finally fallen quiet after the raucous Winter Solstice party, the Faelights dimming to cast little pools of gold amid the deep shadow of the longest night of the year. […] He knew he’d be swallowed by it if he went up to his bedroom, so he’d remained down here by the dying light of the fire. […] Soft steps padded from under the stair archway, and there she was. The Faelights gilded Elain’s unbound hair, making her glow like the sun at dawn. (Azriel’s bonus chapter)
Tell me, who is better positioned than the Cauldron-blessed gardener and seer to wield the flower of life? Sarah essentially set her up to defy Nesta’s command below, meaning she will not stay away from the Cauldron and might tend to a garden on a greater scale as a result.
“Why?” Elain demanded. “Shall I tend to my little garden forever?” When Nesta flinched, Elain said, “You can’t have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to lead a small, quiet life while also refusing to let me do anything greater.”
“Then go off on adventures,” Nesta said. “Go drink and fuck strangers. But stay away from the Cauldron.” (acosf)
The issue, of course, is that the Book of Breathings is now in Midgard under the care of a sorceress whose past is a mystery and the name we know her under, Jesiba Roga, isn’t the only one she possesses. Now that the two worlds are connected, though, it seems like only a matter of time until the Book is (re)discovered. But will it find the right hands?
There are more immediate ways for Elain to defy Nesta’s order and engage the Cauldron even without the Book. In hosab, mystics combine energy from a male, female, and the space where they meet—both male and female—to achieve perfect balance. It is perhaps this balance of power that allows them to become the Eye of the Goddess, mapping the secrets of the universe and influencing others from afar. Mysticism involves achieving a higher level of consciousness and uniting with the divine. Similarly, the flower of life can be used as a tool for meditation and enlightenment.
Elain seems to have used mystic ability on her own when she located and appeared to the Suriel across the world, and it’s possible she could use Rhys’s orrery as to expand her map in future books. Since these are romance books, I think it’s important to mention that we’re told Azriel is fascinated by the orrery. And like a sacred vision as @offtorivendell, @merymoonbeam and @psychologynerd have pointed out, Feyre witnesses perfect balance between Azriel and Elain: her immaculate hand meets his scarred one in the space between where light and dark, life and death, and female and male combine.
Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade. I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection…that knife. (acowar)
Elain may not need anyone to navigate the space between with the Cauldron. But I have a feeling she will need something or someone to help keep her grounded as she expands her Sight and maybe even peers into Hel. If she does need to form a sacred trio to move beyond their world, then she, Azriel, and the Cauldron (which is both male and female), would suffice. As Feyre’s vision of the lovely fawn and Death seems to foreshadow, they would create perfect balance together. And maybe, just maybe, their bargain tattoo will represent that balance in the form of a blossoming flower where the Eye of the Goddess, her heart of darkness, remains half-hidden in the shadows with the secrets of the universe.
Read more about Elain’s arc and powers here.
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