how do u think summons like Oz work? a part of the summoner's soul? a figment of their imagination? some sort of Creature? if the summoner lost their vision, would the summon die or go dormant? could they be reactivated by another? etc

interesting question, bc like Oz specifically is different from most "summons", bc most of them canonically exist outside of vision's powers. like guoba and ushi are actual creatures to happened to befriend vision-holders, baron bunnies are real physical plushies that amber stuffs with explosives and uses her vision to detonate, etc

but as far as i'm aware, oz is not a creature fischl happened to meet and befriend, he's 100% manifested by her vision. unfortunately, we don't know if the effects of the vision change dependent of the user, but i would assume yes, bc they are soooo deeply personal. i think that vision give ability based on user's perception of themselves and what they think they need.

like the closest we have to oz is furina's salon. look at similarities between them. two overdramatic theater girlies, proud, but very anxious about their presentation and what ppl think of them, lonely, but too scared to reach out to ppl. their visions give them friends who are 100% in support of them, but also play along with their personas. fischl also has trouble communicating bc she always speaks in her roleplaying speech, so oz is there to literally translate it.

so bc of high highly oz tailored to fischl, with his backstory and aesthetics, i don't think if someone else used that vision, it would summon oz. like, i think to reignite fischl vision you'd need like. a kid who wants to be ash from pokemon. and the summon wouldn't be oz, it'd be pikachu. with its own unique quirks tailored to this kid's weak spots as he sees them.

Subconscious Manifestation ; How the Womb connects us to the psyche of our hopes and dreams. Divine Fem Talks.

Hey! So this is a small read on subconscious manifestation, using the womb. If you're someone who identifies with your womb than this is for you. The point of this read is to help understand how to the brain and the womb come together in terms of manifesting our realities. I start off with speaking about the subconscious and daydreaming alone, and then connect them all together. Anyways I hope you enjoy this reading and if you have some questions do feel free to ask !

Subconscious Manifestation - Using the mind to connect to the psyche of dreamed realities and making them more realistic day by day.

So you daydream correct? Maladaptive Daydreamers can make a 9-5 out of this constant roleplay of characters they've created with themselves and the world around them.

However, when we spend too much time in the mind, we have forgotten how to manuveur in the body. When we're not activating our conscious brains to morph into the realities we seek. We get lost in what we think is realistic. And whats realistic is not always true. It's something we've all grown accustomed to. So heres my tips on how to process the reality you want but taking a closer look from where it's coming from.

Why did I add the womb? Because the womb carries knowledge of what we need in this reality. And working with both changes the universe's law. Which is connected to the woman. So I'll explain in detail what I mean by this, changing universal law etc.

We are the universe, we carry knowledge, abilities, ideas, things from out of this world comes into this body of ours and we as women give it life. The soul of a baby has connected itself to the womb before you known you were pregnant, and again, you give birth bring life to the world and we celebrate newness in this earth.

So your brain is the same way, it connects the soul to an idea and the idea waits for it to be birthed. When we are day dreaming, we are connecting to the universe. We are connecting to a certain part of our brain that lets out a certain arousement for the dream to even live on. So in this case, I'll ask you this... What is something that you're dreaming of? what are you waiting for? Yin energy is darkness, it is connected to the shadows, and its birth is how it comes to the light.

Now with yin energy, this is unconscious mind written all over it. The mind knows its place but you don't. You surrendered to society's stigmas on how the mind really works but have you really checked in to view that society might not be listening to whats really changing in our bodies and minds? Our minds are capable of a thousand different things. And i want to relax on this and allow others to shape their minds to a new perspective and make things different for your future.

My favorite thing about the womb and the subconscious/unconscious mind is that astrology aligns it with the moon and neptune. The womb would be connected to venus.

Both energies are necessary for growth in manifestations, but when do we draw the line?

I've embraced apart of myself that knows that my manifestations can come to reality when you just believe, however it is so much deeper than we understand.

We can go out there and do the thing, but when their is something rejecting itself in our bodies, how can we work to get these energies moving?

The womb is connected to our emotions, and our mind is the one that brings out emotion into an idea. So both come together to make a fine daydream come into fruition and our intuition (the moon) / gut feeling gives us the green light if its a good emotion around it.

What happens when the emotions are discomforting? Then the mind is also going to make it discomforting. This is the unconscious speaking through the soul, and your mission is to go through the darkest parts of the self to figure out where it leads. The ocean of layers that goes on in the psyche is a mystery on its on, but its a story waiting to be held lke a book and wading for the individual to read the book of waves it has settled into the gates of the mind. It's mission is to let you know how it is feeling in there, and grazing into the subconscious gives us the enlightment we need to push it forward to our conscious.

When a person has not faced their emotions, let alone know how to control them.. They wither away the potential of creating long term satisfactory when coming along the waves of emotions hiding in the belly.

The womb is a safe space, its sacrad voice need not be scoulded. It lets us know as women how to heal, what it truly wants, how to relieve itself from the poison and to move to its desired vibration.

When the womb isn't getting the nutrients it needs, it will fall short of having claritive dispositions. Blinding the individual with distractions and whether or not the woman knows how to deal with this contraction, she will lose hope when she is uncertain with where her energy is needed. The pain of the womb being from generations of trauma women have faced, this dire need to get the womb and the mind back on track is a need. The womb and the mind in a woman is a powerful took in attracting, and many centuries ago women from past lives where able to commence a deity or natural power towards them because cosmic energy lives through them. We are the sacred portals of divine fruits, and we've lost that along the way.

i would love to hear more headcanons you have about chosoyuki after everything has been settled, what do they do? how will their relationship change as they settle themselves into normalcy? Would they travel the world together? what are their favourite mundane activities to do together BASICALLY DOMESTIC AU

Okaaaaay, welcome to my TED talk. Well, of course everything depends on what we define as "everything is settled". Honestly, I genuinely think that at the end of jjk manga they’ll find the way to get rid of cursed energy and curses, and my headcanon is that THIS IS how Choso will die (as he is a half-curse), but we ignore angst headcanons, we are here to talk about fluffy, unrealistic, absolutely random (and tbh not really domestic) ones. ARE YOU READY?? 1.3k (wtf) words text + illustrations under the cut:

I don’t know if you can see that from the way I draw chosoyuki, but I don’t headcanon them to be deeply in love or something like this, I think of them more like of friends with benefits (whose “friendship” might have gone too far after some time spent together). So, after everything is settled they can just as likely separate and forget about each other or end up growing closer to one another, catch up some feeLiNgS and continue whatever is happening between them.

Anyway, I think Yuki’s scientific curiosity is in ecstasy from meeting infamous death painting, she bombards him with questions about everything: about his abilities, his brothers, his memories, his body. Not everyday you meet someone you read about in history textbooks! I can imagine her suggesting him to do some experiments on him, but he freaks out - he doesn’t want to be an object for experiments anymore. “Toji, Choso……all men I’m interested in always turn me down” :_( 

Yuki is most likely teaching Choso fighting or some jujutsu tricks as we speak. (Maybe Gege will finally show us them in the next part of the arc?)

Yuki: “nature was cruel enough to make me bisexual so I’m attracted to mEn, and my standards have fallen even lower so now I’m attracted to the (half)curse?? it’s probably because of adrenaline rush caused by oncoming end of the world...”

I don’t think Choso is totally unaware about how modern world works, I headcanon that he has some vague memories and some automatic skills left from the previous owner of his body(“wow, I can ride a bicycle?”), but some skills become completely forgotten - so he has difficulties reading and writing, doesn’t understand technologies, and obviously doesn’t know a shit about mass culture. Teaching him how to write a text message is like teaching your grandparents (everybody has this experience, right?? it's hard!)

Choso has never held money in his hands, and moreover never earned them himself, so Yuki is kinda sponsoring him at first (sugar mommy, ha).

The question “what do they do?” is interesting, because it depends on whether they got rid of curses or not. If not, I guess Choso could start working on jjk society (well, on its updated version with new higher ups, I’m sure old ones would just exorcize him), kill curses and stuff like that. But if they find a way to get rid of curses and sorcerers are not needed anymore, I bet all sorcerers will have some identity crisis: they lost their job, the meaning of the whole life, they don’t have skills for other jobs, and WHAT jobs? What do they want to do in their life? WHO THEY ARE without their sorcery work?

OF COURSe Choso would travel with Yuki! He was in a tube for 150 years, Yuki thinks it’s sad and unfair, and says to him: “I’m gonna show you the world”. I think he’s easy to impress, everything is new to him: new places, cultures, food, basically everything, even mundane things, and Yuki is kinda discovers all these things again with him, even though she might have seen them dozens of times before, got used to them and stopped noticing.

I think they would be like this meme: Yuki is talking too much and Choso is listening. She’s like a walking encyclopedia, tells facts and stories and thoughts about everything, kinda teaches him a course of modern human culture, shows him her favourite films, books, etc. (Choso would hate reading though, it’s too hard with all these kanji…She would probably read him out loud sometimes)

Choso takes Yuji Itadori’s surname for a fake passport and other documents, because he hates the very idea of having the same surname as his shitty father Kamo Noritoshi.

Yuki always comes up with the craziest, definitely not safe and sometimes illegal ideas, and Choso is like: “I’m in, because why not.” (Were they deported once from some country for breaking the law? Probably)

Choso is touch-starved, super clingy, always touching, always stays too close, embarrassingly sincere with everything he says. Sometimes gets jealous, when Yuki starts to flirt too much with someone (and she does it quite often).

I headcanon Yuki has never had romantic relationships with people who was a part of jujutsu world, or those who she could tell about this part of her life. Her partners weren’t happy she was always hiding something, couldn’t stand her random work schedule, her constant “work trips”, her sudden disappearances without warnings or with some half-assed excuses. As a result, even those partners she was serious about broke up with her at the end. So in relationships with Choso she finds absolutely new levels of openness and trust.  

Sometimes they go to the training room to beat the shit out of each other.

Yuki, realizing she accidentally chose a tearjerker movie with some siblings drama for their movie date night: daaaaaaaaaaaaamn

Once, when Yuki is abroad without Choso, she opens him a world of nudes and sexting (he’s awkward as hell with it)

I think that if their relationships got serious, Choso would like to have a proper family with a lot of kids, but I’m sure Yuki is a childfree, so their different views on their future could cause some tension or conflicts or even break up (but we ignore angst headcanons here, and move on)

Random headcanon about Yuki which is based only on my overthinking: I think she doesn’t go on missions, not because she’s careless or irresponsible or whatever, but because something terrible and traumatizing happened on a mission in her school days. In fanbook it’s said that her stress source is missions, which is kinda strange, because a) according to fanbook she’s the only sorcerer who is stressed about missions b) she’s special grade! Why stressing about missions? To experience something terrible because of curses, start avoiding missions and then come to the conclusion that the only way to not experience it again is to get rid of the very origin of curses - cursed energy - sounds reasonable. But maybe I’m just overthinking, and she just doesn’t like to work! (and I agree, work is shit!!)

Random headcanon about Choso: I think he will always feel a bit lonely in any company. He will never have the same bond he had with his brothers. Yes, he has Yuji, he will find other people he cares about and who care about him, but it will never be the same. He will always feel a bit off, a bit lost, a bit out of place, not understanding what people are talking about, not understanding how to treat them. And even if he’s happy with the life he has, he will always feel - somewhere deep down - that he doesn’t belong to this place.

Okay, this headcanon is absolutely terrible, but: WHAT IF Choso can’t age and die of old age because of his curse nature, so if they live a peaceful life after manga events, he outlives all people he cares about and sees them die?????(“we ignore angst headcanons here” I said, you know, like a liar).

Yuki: “Wow, the man who has no idea about gender roles and stereotypes in a society, how refreshing!”

Can I insert here my cat lover Choso headcanons? Yes, I can. One day when Yuki is away, Choso adopts a cat. Yuki has to accept it.

Yuki: my girl❤️   Choso: my girls❤️

___________________________________ Thank you for coming to my TED talk! I have no idea, how I managed to write such an embarrassing amount of text. When I read this ask for the first time, my first thought was: “damn, I don’t have any headcanons…”, but I decided to give it a try and lost control, it turns out I have A LOT! Looking forward to Gege ruining all of them!

Imperfect - Chapter 6: Recruit

Content warning: None that I can think of

[Imperfect Masterlist]

Author’s Notes: Jack is older 18, Wanderlust is 19. - Thank you for your patience with this chapter, I had somewhat of a burnout.

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Wanderlust is by no means arrogant but he’s not exactly what you might call humble.  Since he was a child he’s never doubted his ability to do something until he’s tried and failed. A commendable quality but it does make him somewhat reckless. Prone to do things without thinking about the potential consequences. Something like say, reaching beyond the Danceverse into the Human world and pulling someone through.

The Danceverse is home to a great number of people, and even the most powerful of them would never even think of trying something so catastrophically dangerous. Anything could happen, anything could come through, but ‘you can’t’ is just not something that Wanderlust really takes as an answer.

Besides, Sara’s great. She’s curious, energetic, and expressive. In her world she looked dull and bored but in here she’s so vibrant. If he didn’t know better, Wander wouldn’t be able to guess she wasn’t a citizen of the Danceverse. She fits right in.

No one else notices either, easily accepting her presence as he shows her around. No one questions who she is, or why she’s there, just letting her in and sharing their ways and cultures as they would with anyone else. For hours, Sara and Wander jump between countless areas, laughing, and Dancing, and just having fun. If only things hadn’t gone so very, very wrong.

They’re stood in a vast desert, orange rock stretching as far as their eyes can see, while a vast golden orb slowly sinks below the horizon in the distance. Wanderlust, Sara, and four friends they brought with them are lost in the moment, jumping, Dancing, spinning, just wholly enjoying themselves. None of them see the darkness in the distance.

It rushes across the golden landscape towards them, weaving back and forth, bee-lining towards them. As it reaches them, the shadows weave between their feet, wrapping around their ankles before suddenly gripping tight, stopping all of them in their tracks.

Sara screams, but Wander doesn’t hesitate, reaching a hand for her. When she takes it, he pulls hard, pulling her towards him as he throws a translucent blue shield around them both. The darkness inside the shield soon dissipates but the others are too far away. The shadows climb their legs, circling around them, reaching their chests and growing until finally it consumes them. Just like that, they’re gone.

It’s only now Wander sees her, a gigantic, horrifying figure looming over the horizon. Tens of feet too tall to be real, most likely an illusion to strike fear.

The Night Swan.

Sara clings tightly to him, and Wanderlust squeezes her hand. They can’t stay here. Just the two of them, they wouldn’t stand a chance. She’s caught them off guard and very likely hasn’t come alone. To have any hope of saving those people she just kidnapped, they’ll need help.

Wander drops his shield, tearing open a portal and rushing towards it, pulling Sara through with him. Her feet stumble slightly but she doesn’t let go, holding tight as the dusty ground beneath their feet changes to concrete.

Discoball zips through the portal after them, flying around the pair of them excitedly. The Prince seals the portal before turning to his silver companion, beckoning it towards him.

“Find him.” The Prince tells Discoball who nods before whizzing away.

Night Swan is not usually so brash. She tends to favour subtlety and distraction, taking advantage of other situations so her work goes as unnoticed as possible. Kidnapping so many people at once with such an elaborate illusion, in front of the Traveler’s son no less, means she doesn’t care who notices. Which makes her dangerous, especially to those closest to her.

The portal’s brought them exactly where Wander needed it to; Luz Solar Retail Therapy. A bustling hive of energy, bursting with artists, Dancers, shoppers, and families. While some of the outlets are empty and boarded up, every wall is awash with glorious graffiti; elaborate designs that build and build, turning the building itself into a work of art.

The main foyer is a large space, usually rented out to some pop-up shop or other but not today. Instead, in its place there’s a large group of people Dancing. Moving, hopping, jumping, almost as one to the music playing from a surprisingly small boom box. In the centre of it all is exactly who they’re here to see.

Brezziana. Orange and yellow cropped top with a soft pink heart in the middle, orange shorts, pink leg warmers, blue socks, a teal jacket, and brightly coloured shoes; her frizzy dark purple hair is pulled back into two large buns.

There’s something infectious in her upbeat nature. As she bounces back and forth, she’s constantly reaching out to everyone else, helping them up, raising their spirits. Bystanders can’t help but join the Dance as she beckons them in.

Sara’s hand is still in Wander’s, staring around in awe as the song comes to an end. Everyone is laughing, smiling, several people share high-fives before slowly collecting their items and starting to continue on their way. As Brezziana stands up from retrieving her coat, she spots them waiting and makes her way towards them.

It doesn’t take much to get her on side, not that Wanderlust expected it would. In truth, all he needs to say is ‘we need help’ and she’s already on board.

Three is better than two, but even so, four is better than three and Wander knows someone else they need to find.

Another portal brings them where they need to go. From bustling, noisy concrete halls, the trio step through into a luscious grassy outdoor area.

The sky above them is a gorgeous unending pool of blue, while the air is cool and fresh, no doubt due in part to the nearby roaring waterfall. A firm breeze blows around them, cooling but not cold.  It may be noisy, but it’s a far cry from the mall, an expansive space of peace and tranquillity.

Mihaly is not too far away. They’re wearing a red shirt with a panda pawprint symbol on it, a large jacket with blue waves, ripped jeans, yellow circular glasses with blue lenses, and their hair is long, straight, and hot pink. They wave when they see Wander, though their smile falters as they see he isn’t alone.

As Wander explains, Mihaly seems hesitant, though the Prince isn’t discouraged. As a student of Master Panda, Mihaly is well known for their level-headed rational nature. While they do their best to avoid unnecessary fights, they understand better than most that sometimes fights are unavoidable.

The Night Swan needs to be stopped, and if the group intends to make a stand, Mihaly is with them.

“Wander!” Sara cries out, pointing up.

In the sky, something’s hurtling towards them, glinting silver in the sunshine as it gets closer and closer. Wander holds up his hands, bracing himself ready to catch as Discoball collides with him with force. Even braced, the impact pushes him across the floor a few feet.

Discoball is distressed, frowning and beeping frantically.

“Show me.” Wander tells it.

The distress disappears as Discoball plays a video on its surface.

A young man in red, with a golden feather brooch at his throat and a bright pink feather boa over his shoulder, stands behind a vast black and twisted throne. His gloved hands are gripped tight around a black cane with a golden microphone on the top. His red hair is well groomed, swept away from the face. There’s no bruises, no injuries but his eyes...

Jack’s watching something they can’t see, his eyes flitting very gently back and forth, but his brown eyes that Wander knows hold such light and life are empty. There’s no fear in them, but there’s no fight. They’re hollow.

She’s done something. Wander doesn’t know what, or when, but that is not the Jack Rose he left behind. He’s seen enough.

Wanderlust gently tosses Discoball into the air where it drops the video and floats, hovering worriedly over the Prince.

“We have one more stop to make.”

"Basic dynamic in life: there is nothing meaningful enough to make you happy that could not make you sad if you lost it. This is the paradox of feeling, and it’s inherent and existential. If things inspire real positive emotion in you then they are necessarily things in which you are sufficiently invested that you would feel negative emotions when they’re gone. One of the fundamental choices that you face on Earth is the degree to which you’ll pursue deeper but riskier fulfillment or practice avoidance that exempts you from bad feelings but leaves you bereft of good ones. We all move in one direction or the other, from one day to another, certainly including me, but it feels to me as if our society is decidedly embracing the latter. Depth and intensity of feeling risk too much; Xbox and hard seltzer and HR culture anesthetize. Pop culture soothes and placates with a steady series of uncomplicated morality tales in predigested narratives where nothing ever really changes and so there’s no worry that the storyline will move in a way that hurts your feelings."

...

"I find it very very bleak! Here you have kids talking about why they prefer online life and identifying precisely the conditions that make me despondent: they like being online more than living their real lives because their online lives serve as an intermediary and distraction from what they don’t like about themselves and their world. They’re too young to know that you’re not supposed to admit that the point of being very online is to avoid the self. They say the quiet part out loud. Online life is more “peaceful and calming” because online you’re permitted to be a vegetable. Online you can mute yourself, render yourself an unperson, remove yourself from existence and in so doing avoid the pain of being alive. The attitudes here are indicative of young people who have been failed by the adults around them, who in addition to the responsibility to keep them alive should be forcing them to contend with the inevitability of sadness and the need to come to terms with themselves. Someone has to tell these kids, “wherever you go, you’ll find yourself there, and you have to start to do the work of accepting who you are, as much as you may not like yourself.” The stakes are high. I don’t mean to get dark here, but a kid who fantasizes about the ability to mute himself in real life is a kid I worry about someday muting himself permanently in real life."

...

"What would a healthy culture and caring parents do for those kids? They would be pulled aside and told: you are you, and you will always be you; we live here, on this planet, in this culture, as this species; you live in the times you live in, and you will never live anywhere else. There’s no escape, for any of us. The world gets better and it gets worse. Your life gets easier and it gets harder. Progress happens. Happiness is possible. But the world is an irredeemably broken place, tragedy is the endowment of our bodies and our gods and our world, and you will always, always, always be you. You can hide in your room, but you’ll still be you. And you’ll still be you when you head off to college and make brand new friends, and you’ll still be you after you come out to your parents, and you’ll still be you after you get that job or that promotion or that raise, and you’ll still be you after you lose those last 10 pounds, and you’ll still be you after you fall in love, and you’ll still be you after the AI revolution or the socialist revolution or the love revolution or any other revolution. The only sensible path forward is to learn to accept the brokenness of human life, to develop resilience in the face of its petty cruelties, and to learn to live with yourself. Not to love yourself; I mean, if you can love yourself, great, but in general I find the commandment to love yourself paternalistic and annoying. Even with all the therapy and meds and growth I’ll never be someone who loves himself. But I have learned to live with myself. Young people need to be gently guided in that direction, but the anonymity and disconnection of online life directly obstruct that goal."

‘ josha stradowski, cismale , he-him, 26 / 260 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems cylas acheson has finally made it to the capital, the lord from the spring court is said to be audacious and is said to describe themselves with an air of mischief you can’t quite trust, a sword strapped to his back regardless of the occasion, the ability to draw a smile with appearing flowers and trading secrets as currency and with all of this in mind their boastful nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. 

𝔾𝔼ℕ𝔼ℝ𝔸𝕃 𝔻𝔼𝕋𝔸𝕀𝕃𝕊.

FULL NAME:  Cylas Acheson. NICKNAME(S):  Cye. NAME MEANING: Prayed for. AGE: 26 - 260 SPECIES: High Fae. PLACE OF BIRTH: Sprint Court Palace GENDER: cismale PRONOUNS: he/him SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual

ℙℍ𝕐𝕊𝕀ℂ𝔸𝕃 𝔸ℙℙ𝔼𝔸ℝ𝔸ℕℂ𝔼, 𝔼𝕋ℂ.

HEIGHT: 6'2 BUILD: slender & lean. TATTOOS: none. CLOTHING STYLE: deep green and black leathers and tunics. DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: consistent cropped fair hair, angled features and pale green eyes. SIGNATURE SCENT: sunflowers. ABILITIES: high fae & spring typical abilities.

𝔹𝔸ℂ𝕂𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕐.

cylas has always been a typical youngest sibling.

he was born with a reckless streak that has often gotten him into trouble and even as a young fae it was obvious he likely wasn't going to grow out of his rebellious phase in life.

whilst his siblings seemed to deal the best they could with all the changes that kept happening around them, each time he lost someone else close to him, cylas found himself acting out more and more, unable to understand why so many people could be taken from them if they were meant to be such a superior race.

cylas was prone to asking questions that no one knew the answers too and as soon as he was old enough to travel from the summer court himself, he was quick to do so, travelling into each court as frequently as each would allow, always making sure to travel home enough as to not have his big brother question where he was.

as fascinating as prythian was though, the magic of it all soon wore off and the high fae found himself venturing into the human lands. now they, they were fun.

dangerous and entirely different than the stories he had been told of humans, cylas was fascinated with each human that he encountered, often spending far to long in their lands getting caught up in the ways of their people.

one human in particular caught his attention and he couldn't stay away from her. for a while he knew her as just another human, but when it dawned on him that one day he would loose her, just like he had lost so much before, to something as trivial as age he made the choice to expose who he was and where he had come from, convincing her that she could live a life besides him as a lady of the spring court.

what he had not accounted for, was how powerful the cauldron would make her and the reality of taking her home to the spring court, to his brother that he quite frankly didn't trust.

deciding that whilst he had prolonged her life, he couldn't risk attracting his brother to her, cylas left her at the borders to the autumn court, one of his favorites, and returned home to play the role of a lord of the spring court, his behavior some what settling in his return.

whilst he is still wild in comparison to most, he is maturing with age and taking on more responsibilities to his court.

he is a flirt, but there is nothing ever really behind it, he's often just going through the motions.

ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊.

tba.

𝕎𝔸ℕ𝕋𝔼𝔻 ℂ𝕆ℕℕ𝔼ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.

past & current lovers.

friends.

close fae buddies from other courts.

someone he looks up to as a father figure.

First Post: 10/4/2023

My name is Naomi Aaronson. I’m 23 years old, stand at 5’7” and weigh 149 lbs. I have very unkempt black hair and brown eyes. Not a big fan of flashy clothing. I grew up in a jewish household, but I don’t practice anymore. Not after all I’ve seen.

I’m writing all this because…

Honestly I’m not sure. I’m not even sure who I’m writing it for. Anybody willing to read I suppose. There’s not really anybody left to talk to. Anybody nearby I could talk to would understand. Maybe it’s because I know you won’t believe me that it’s easier. You can treat it as just a little campfire story. You can pretend it’s made up and enjoy hearing it. Maybe someone making light of all this is what I need right now.

I’m an Exorcist. A Licensed Magician given legal authority to deal with special interest targets. Cryptids, Monsters, Spirits, Cults, Anomalous Phenomena, that sort of thing. The office I work at is based out of Louisiana. There’s a reason why, but I don’t want to dump too much on you guys at the start.

I imagine your first questions are along the lines of: 

How much do Exorcists get paid?

Can anybody become a Magician?

How do I become Licensed?

To answer the first question. When you start out you can be expected to make roughly 190,000 a year. My current salary is in the seven figures. Taxes are kept low as another incentive.

Second question. Most Magicians are born this way. There are ways to become a Magician without being born with The Spark… but those ways are not worth it.

Third question. You’re approached by another Exorcist and recruited, then brought to an office. You do not want to be recruited.

Growing up as a Magician is a strange experience. First off, most animals are deathly afraid of you, so pets are a bit of a no go. Spirits of all kinds are drawn to you as well. I’d say about 75% are completely harmless. Ghost especially. Most just want something that’ll pay attention and actually talk to them and are just unfortunate enough to be scary looking.

It’s the other 25%. The Troublemakers.

Some of them are just aggressive. Noisy and handsy things that’ll haunt your dreams and break things. It’s uncomfortable and traumatizing, but… you can get over it. Others actively want to harm people. The worst ones want to take you over. Wear your body and soul like a suit and parade around. Most demons are like that. They don’t brute force their way in. They chip away at your mind, eroding your ability to resist, clipping your thorns that might bleed them dry on the way in so they can comfortably use you as a host.

Demons love Magicians. Usually they’ll take any body they can get, especially ones that submit freely, but they prefer a host they can use well. So Magicians are at risk of possession far more, even though we have a better chance of fighting back.

For as long as I can remember, my dreams have been haunted by Demons and other Troublemakers. My parents weren’t magicians themselves, and at first I don’t think they believed in these kinds of things. But they believed me. They did what little they could to offer me comfort and help. I’ll always be thankful for that.

They were the first people I lost.

I still remember that day vividly. It was a cold autumn evening, October 8th. One particular Troublemaker, a Demon called Mr. Ruddy had been trying to get a hold of me for some time. I always resisted, spat him back out. So Mr. Ruddy changed tactics. Instead he targeted my father. My father was a good man. A loving man, his faith as strong and sturdy as the oldest mountain. He told me to leave and find Rabbi Tobias Kravitz. If anybody knew how to help, it’d be him. Always a man of strange interest. In hindsight, he may have been a Magician like me, just interpreted it through a religious lens. It took a while to find him, but when I told him what had happened, what I’d seen, he came to the house as quickly as he could.

The exorcism lasted ten days. My father held out for so long. It had to be one of the hardest things anyone has ever done. While his body was twisted and his mind eaten away by that demon, he remained lucid. Every breaking and healing of bone, every tear and knitting of muscle. Awake for every moment, certain that he’d win. But eventually Mr. Ruddy won.

Mr. Ruddy used my father’s voice to get my mother to break the bindings. He tore through her and Rabbi Kravitz. Then he came after me. My father’s body wasn’t his anymore. He was some hunched, gangly thing with spindly digits and the top knobs of his spine jutting out from him. His muscles were so swollen and stretched that the skin had torn, exposing the fibers underneath. And that smile. His lips were pulled so far to the corners that his jaw hung open.

Whatever remained of my father spoke to me. Told me to do what needed to be done.

So I burned him. I burned him until his bones cracked like firewood and turned to ash. Mr. Ruddy left with him. I don’t know if the flames destroyed his spirit or if papa dragged him to the beyond to face some kind of judgment. I hope it was the latter. I hope that bastard got to feel small.

That’s when an Exorcist showed up. Andreas. I could’ve gone with my family, stayed with one of my aunties… but I accepted his offer. Got a new place, met new people who saw what I saw and understood what I felt. I even made friends. That last thing was my biggest mistake. Because every friend I made I lost. The lucky ones just got killed. Some were possessed and exorcized, but the trauma was so intense you could hardly call them the same person. Some were truly lost, and I had to do to them what I did to papa.

Eventually I wised up. I stopped trying to make friends in this line of work. It was easier to do that. Building walls is easy. Just a straight up barrier around your heart. Simple. Clean. It’s a lot easier to break a bridge than a wall. It’s lonely… but it hurts less than seeing more people I care for die.

I’m not doing this job because I enjoy it. I’m doing it because it has to be done. I hate it. I hate every waking moment of it. But I won’t let anybody feel what I felt that day.

I’ll try and keep you guys updated as best I can. But the job is busy so I may get pretty spotty. Feel free to ask me any questions.

'ey Ainz, what made you fall head over heels for Elise?

Same question can go for Kazuya and Mishra, if you two also want to give your thoughts.

AINZ: "Ah... it wasn't entirely an immediate 'love at first sight' emotional reaction, so to speak; our attraction happened over time. In Yggdrasil- or whatever name this new world we're apart of might be known as- Elise is a Sylph Queen Archfey, which means their kind are highly sought after for sport by non-grotesque races. Humans, to be blunt. They'd lost their wings in a scuffle far more bloody than it should have been- they were quite literally ripped out from their back- and due to the magic of being transported into the world itself, they lost the ability to regenerate them that they normally would have had. Quite literally, Elise was left with stumps protruding out from their shoulder blades where their wings should have been, and it was easy to discern how traumatic of a moment that was, and what impact it left on them. You're more than likely asking yourselves at this moment, 'what does this have to do with how you fell in love with them?'- and it happens to be how they learned to adapt afterwards. Losing an enormous part of what makes someone what they were would normally cause someone to spiral into a mindset of doubt on all sides, but not Elise. My beloved Archfey was determined to find some way- any way- to get their wings back, or find a way to fly without them. Their unrelenting tenacity and refusal to give up despite the trauma sparked something within me, and they revealed everything to me one night when they were in a more vulnerable state- and that was when I knew I felt so much more for them that I could rightfully explain. Even without the light of their wings, their beauty still shone brighter than anything in Yggdrasil." MISHRA: "Truthfully, I'd known it since we were in our teens. Elise was the first person to form an actual connection with me when Urza and I arrived at Tocasia's camp, and we quite literally became inseparable in a matter of weeks. While I didn't say it until much later on, I knew I loved them the night that my brother and I...our stones caused Tocasia's death. They ran after me, begging to follow me wherever I went, no matter where it was. God, I wanted to tell them to come with me so badly, but I tried to say that they still belonged at the dig site. They had more going for them than I did, they could make something of themselves there. But when Elise broke down into tears, denouncing everything and declaring that they belonged with me? Saying they'd literally give up everything so they could stay by my side? That was the moment I knew I was a goner. I would never let them go, and that was a promise I would keep forever. And I did." KAZUYA: "...Elise never once tried to change me. Never said that I was wrong or needed fixing for why I was the way I was. They had their own distorted, broken relationship with their father, identified with my past, and stood by me. They weren't fragile; they could handle themselves in a fight but constantly wanted to get better. They had grit and heart, and accepted me for who I was. Not a lot of people have done that."

I know that we are well into the 21st century and this means we can no longer talk about Buffy but… I’m gonna talk about Buffy. Or, more precisely, Anya.

Just gonna drop off my my official “death of the author” disclaimer and now we gonna proceed.

Part of my Personal History with [media] series

A Personal History of Anya Jenkins

Anya Jenkins is a character first introduced to the show in season 3 as a seemingly one off demon who the Scooby Gang must defeat to get back to the status quo of their senior year in high school.

As a teenager, I did not like this character, especially after she came back as a series regular from season 4 onward, after having lost her powers and becoming human. She became a love interest long before a character standing on her own two feet and I just... I just hated her honestly. She was annoying, overly literal, always asking questions and leaning on Xander far too much. None of the rest of the main characters seemed to like her or give her much time, and so neither did I.

The benefit of age and memory is the ability to reflect on media we've consumed at various points of our lives and consider how that interacts with updated views of ourselves.

At 16 years old, as I was the year this character was introduced, I was painfully aware of my growing need to fit in. I consumed bucket loads of media to help me understand how I might best do this as I'd realised that simply asking my peers was no longer an acceptable way to gather this information.

I hated my own social awkwardness and lack of understanding what seemed basic to others, but it was that much worse when I saw it exampled in characters who could be my peers, and whose behaviour I had no hope to control or effect.

This was especially true in a show that was my own special interest for all of my teens and most of my 20s.

The first time I liked Anya in a Buffy rewatch was as I was starting to come to terms with the fact that I myself was autistic. And I don't honestly think this was an accident. I had aged, but Anya remained the same: a 1000 year old demon, yes, but also stuck in the slowly aging body first of a 18 year old who only ever lived to the age of 22.

Why do I choose to break all this down now? Because I realised last night how much this depiction of a neurodiverse near ancient being surrounded by young people in the 21st century has shaped the way I've viewed vampire and other supernatural media ever since.

Unf, would you look at that physical recoil from the surrounding Scoobies (perhaps with the exception of Tara who herself has a strong case for a very different presentation of neurodiversity).

Homework today is finding any media involving vampires or demons that does not have this moment: Where the humans in the room are faced with the inability to avoid when someone doesn't conform to their view of how the world ought to be. Mostly this sense of oddness is shown through one of many well known existing tropes such as unexpectedly cold extremities, or blood where it ought not be, too fast healing, or how they speak/move. Anya, in particular, is off putting in two these ways (how she speaks always & blood where it ought not be in one ep of season 7).

Now we finally come to the point of why. And I believe that it's because characters who live as long as Anya must, at the core of their narrative, keep themselves separate from humans (because either humans are prey, or they grow old and die). It's this fact that has the knock on of forcing old demons to distance themselves from the contemporary and constantly changing/updating cultures of the present day world — cultures cobbled together by the very humans they must in turn avoid.

If you don't practice being part of something, how can you be good at it as those who are native?

The culmination of my TED Talk is: This always happens when an ageless character breaks the rules of their narrative and forms attachment with a human from whom they're supposed to remain distant. There is almost always immediately a sort of disconnect that comes between that character and their human counterpart. Sometimes it is merely the awkwardness / discomfort of something akin to uncanny valley.

And sometimes it looks a lot like autism. I'm not saying it isn't. Anya's portrayal offers that sense of belonging-slash-discomfort to many autistic people watching, depending on where they are on their own autistic journey.

Maybe the reason Anya was never officially acknowledged by the writers as autistic is because Buffy was a show that aired primarily in the 1990s. But it's also possible that it was never acknowledged because this outcome in media is something that looks a lot like autism, but it's not the only way it is intended.

In Anya's case, as with more than one of the immortal characters of the Buffy universe, being dropped back into mortal humanity actually is an achievable goal for these immortals (desired or not / where they belong or not) which only further puts a spotlight on how well they manage to sink or swim in this human dominated culture. And, imo, only makes the subsequent portrayal the richer for it.

** This post can be read as a continuation of the thoughts I started playing with back here in this post.

I listened to a podcast about sealings and how women are encouraged to remain sealed to their ex-husband so they can keep the blessings of being sealed. Do you know what those blessings are?

This is a good question

Life is messy. Many people find themselves bumping up against church policies on sealings and being dissatisfied and having many unanswered questions.

Sealings seem to be governed by rules from the mid-1800's that incorporate the sexist, patriarchal views of the time. It gets very complicated and yucky to have that theology adhered to given how our views on the roles and abilities of men and women has changed.

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Technically a man is not sealed to his wife and children, instead they are sealed to him.

About 5 years ago the Church changed the sealing ceremony. Prior to this a bride gave herself to her husband and he received her. This is why a woman is only allowed to be sealed to one man, but he may be sealed to an unlimited number of women, as long as they give themselves to him, he can accept them.

Nowadays, both bride and groom receive each other. While the wording has changed, when it comes to cancelling sealings it seems the old concept still applies.

It's not fair, and I don't think it's right, but this understanding is needed to make sense of the Church's policies on sealings.

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When a couple gets divorced, their sealing remains intact. A woman who wants to cancel her sealing to her ex-husband will find a lot of resistance unless she's about to get married & sealed to another man.

Women are often told they need to be sealed in order to keep their blessings, and that's why they shouldn't cancel their sealing until they're going to be sealed to someone else. In the concept of the old sealing ceremony, she needs to stay sealed to her first husband until she's ready to give herself to a different husband.

Men aren't seen as controlling whether they maintain or lose the blessings of being sealed, other than by being sealed to multiple women in case one sealing gets revoked. Therefore they miss out on a lot of the lectures about the dangers of losing the blessings of a sealing.

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What exactly are the blessings someone may miss out on if they're not sealed? This is a difficult question to answer, there hasn't been clear communication on this. I'll share my understanding of what blessings I think they mean.

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An unwritten reason women are advised not to revoke their temple sealing is the idea that it will all work out.

We're told that in the next life no one will be forced to be with someone they don't want to be, so she won't be stuck with her ex-husband if she doesn't want to be.

I believe the thinking among some leaders is that for you to find yourself sealed to each other, you both have to make it to the highest degree of the Celestial Kingdom. Anything less than that and it simply is not going to be an issue.

For an abusive spouse to get there, they'd have to undergo a level of repentance and change that would make for a very different relationship with them. That if you both make it there then perhaps things in the relationship will resolve themselves.

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We think of a sealing as being joined to your spouse, but it's also about making a great chain of couples linked to other couples that unites the eternal family with God.

Cancelling a sealing drops the woman out of this great linkage. I mean, the same happens to the man but he has the opportunity to be sealed to multiple women so it's not automatic that he's lost this linkage.

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The doctrine is that “in order to obtain the highest” degree of the celestial glory, a person “must enter into the new and everlasting covenant of marriage. And if he does not, he cannot obtain it” (D&C 131:2-3).

By cancelling her sealing, a woman loses this opportunity unless she can find another man to be sealed to. Again, since a man can be sealed to multiple women, he may have multiple opportunities to reach the highest kingdom and isn't reliant on the one sealing to his ex-wife.

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If a couple is sealed and have children, their children are said to be 'born under the covenant,' which means the child is sealed to their parents.

If the parents break their sealing to each other, the sealing of the children to their parents isn't cancelled. Again, this raises a lot of questions, like what if their dad was abusive and they don't want to be sealed to him?

Let's say a woman cancels her sealing and marries another man but doesn't get sealed to him, any children born from this marriage are not sealed to her or her husband. But if she were still sealed to her ex-husband, her children are sealed to her and her ex...which is kinda weird and gross, they aren't sealed to their actual father, and they don't have a choice in this.

Consent is a concept which seems missing in much of this discussion. Consent is present when the bride & groom get sealed, and after that they're locked into a lot of rules.

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When questions come up about the variety of situations in which people find themselves, they're often told to relax, that everything will get sorted out in heaven. The Celestial Kingdom is a place of joy and happiness so they will not find themselves in a situation which doesn't bring these feelings.

I think this type of statement is a recognition that our theology on this is woefully incomplete.

Would you be willing to answer 5 and 7 of the meta oc questions for Percy?

5. What kind of abilities and power level does your oc have? Why did you give them their powers? What's the in-universe reason?

I decided to give Percy body magic and catalyst magic (after the devil pact). Body magic as it was shown with Dante, seemed to be only effective when used on the user's own body.

I wanted it to have some sort of a double meaning for Percy, that if body magic truly only works on the user, it gives him a reason to be self-serving because "he can always just patch himself up". On the other hand, it could mean that he has to learn to put himself first.

But if body magic could be used to alter another person's bodily tissues, younger!Percy would've mainly used it to heal others. Older!Percy who has a much better grasp of it, uses it to disguise himself, use it as leverage against others or heal himself.

Percy uses catalyst magic to combine his magic with others, either to provide support or to take over the front lines. This one I didn't intend to do, but it aligned perfectly to what value I wanted Percy to learn: he can rely on others just as much as they rely on him.

7. Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe?

I initially outlined Percy as a vagabond of some sort, with little to no recollection of his previous life while still retaining the traits he had in the past. As i started writing more about his backstory, I realized what had ended up happening was I had given him a clean slate.

He used to be in charge of everything and everyone (the strong big brother figure), something he was raised to do with having younger siblings that look up to him. He's never willing to compromise at the cost of someone's life (even if he knew it was impossible to save/help everyone). They're an altruist, but it was also their downfall when they got captured after helping their friend run away. The revolution dissolved during his absence, as his friends believed he'd died or was going to be used as a pawn.

They remind me of my own stubbornness despite being in a hopeless situation. He provides hope to his subordinates but he never has the time to seek out better ways to do it. At some point they felt that they've been lying to others and themselves so their first instinct is to salvage everything they can (Elaine and the organization by surrendering himself).

When he lost his memory, he had a lot of misplaced energy and he'd changed his views of altruism with the years he'd spent trying to survive through the Grand Magic Zone. He didn't turn selfish or anything drastic, he just started looking out for himself more, especially with Havres hounding him everytime to conserve his mana, or to always keep himself well fed.

Havres tells him its his chance to find a life for himself, forget about remembering and just spend whatever time he has in his hands. For the first time in a long while he had someone tell him what to do, but somewhere in the back of his head he wishes he could do something grander than living. A purpose that would feel good for them.

I can't think of a more miserable character I've made aside from him.

@mightythr​

Thor Odinson was over 1,500 years old— a number that humans would never be able to grasp, and yet still young for an Asgardian. For so long, he had thought that his life on Asgard was all he needed. He was a prince, the God of Thunder, someone to be feared and someone to be praised. There was the next battle, and that was it. Thor existed to win— to conquer. And he was good at it.

But his life didn’t truly start until he set foot on Earth. His father was a complicated, misguided person but he taught him his greatest lessons. Forcing Thor to earn his hammer, making him think about someone other than himself and the fastest way to throne— it changed him. And that journey would not have been the same without Jane Foster.

She was brilliant and brave and loved the stars in a way that Thor had never considered before. He wanted to see the universe through her eyes and teach her the things he had learned on his journeys. She saw him when he was unworthy and when he earned that power back— and loved him all the same either way. Connections like theirs seemed meant to be, drawn together by whatever powers in the universe made such things happen.

Earth brought him to Jane. To the Avengers. To his brother when he was lost. Earth gave him a home when his was lost. It saved his people. It’s where his father spent his final days. The 1,500 years prior felt small compared to everything he’s experienced on this planet. His life became exponentially filled with both joy and sorrow the day he was banished.

Because of that, Thor found it hard to return after taking Arra in as his own. Jane was gone, his people did not need him, and his friends were either dead or gone somewhere else. After his travels with the Guardians, it felt as if he had no home. So he put all his energy towards Arra and their life together— forging bonds, testing her abilities, and fighting for those who could not fight for themselves. Love and Thunder, they were called. A title he absolutely adored.

But then something called him back. It felt like homesickness, but that couldn’t have been right. Thor had no home. Only a ship and a daughter to share it with. Still, he followed that feeling back to Earth, not knowing what to expect when he arrived.

When Val told him the news, it took a lot of convincing to finally make him believe it. Jane was alive, she said. He figured it was some sort of cruel joke, and questioned whether following his homesickness back to this retched planet was just his past trying to play him for a fool. But once he moved through the waves of sorrow and bitterness that came with thinking about Jane, Thor finally gave in and accepted what Val said.

So here he waited, sitting on a rock near the cliff covered shores of New Asgard, looking over the water. It was a beautiful and brisk day, much like it was the last time he saw his father. He came to terms with the possibility that he would be waiting there forever, that Jane was not actually alive. But he needed to know for himself.

This Black History month I’m reminded of those who came before me. Like many of us, I did an audit of 2023 and felt doubtful about the progress for my five year plan. Then in January I was reminded that I am my ancestors’ wildest dream! The things I accomplished last year and the reality I exist in would bring tears to my fore parents’ eyes. My life would be different if my ancestors lost confidence in themselves. They may have been knocked down, but the fact that I exist means that they got up again. That means I can too. My confidence needed a boost. After a trying SAD season and with life happening anyway, my confidence dwindled. I met a young lady during this time who asked me for tips on how to be confident. At the time, I felt the intensity of my insecurities and could barely type anything after ‘how to be confident.’ I’ve thought about it since then- what is confidence to me? Confidence is being true to yourself. It starts within with your mindset, knowledge of self and self-acceptance. Then it extends outward in how you speak, carry yourself and interact with others and the world around you. Confidence is accepting that you’re a work in progress and masterpiece at the same time. You are whole already and can make adjustments along the way. It’s being okay with who you are and how you do things, but being open to change while holding space for differences without feeling threatened. I like how Oxford dictionary defines confidence: the feeling or belief that one can have faith in or rely on someone or something. the state of feeling certain about the truth of something. a feeling of self-assurance arising from an appreciation of one’s own abilities or qualities. That’s all good and dandy, but how do we do that? Accept your humanity: we are whole as we are with the ability to grow and change. Don’t take yourself too seriously. Change is a non-negotiable constant in being alive, so we will make mistakes as we learn new things to grow. Learn to laugh at yourself! Focus on you and how you’d like to show up instead of how others will receive or perceive you. Own your existence and push through the thoughts that make you question your presence. Be your own BFF! Learn what you like and dislike, laugh at your own jokes, give yourself pep talks, hug yourself, hold yourself accountable, etc. Have a healthy support group that will help you see your own light when you find it hard to do. Confidence means believing in yourself. It means having the guts to try one more time. What do you think lovelies? Comment below to let me know if you have any tips to boost your confidence.

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useful/fun character development questions for couples

there are a lot of “otp questions” lists out there but I just wanted to make a list that was specifically helpful for writers, especially for working out the technical stuff of conveying Romantic Love. so, here ya go, stuff to answer for each character

What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re...hot...”

Does this change over time? What things do they find “hot” about their partner after they’ve been together for some time, and have had more time to, well, notice and appreciate?

By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh...I adore them...”

Does this change over time? What will always reliably make them melt with how much they adore the other character?

How do they consciously realize that they like the other character? Does it take them a while?

How do they react to the realization that they like the other character? Is it an “oh my god I’m never going to think about this again” thing, or are they pretty comfortable with it?

Do they (or would they) pursue the other character’s affection, and if so, how? Do they tell the other character how they feel? Try to earn their admiration? Woo them with romantic gestures? Flirt with them, skillfully or otherwise?

What do they think about romantic love? Do they have baggage surrounding it? Do they idealize it? Is it an object of longing and wanting, or were they really not thinking about it until they started falling for the other character? What are their expectations like?

What do they think about commitment? Is a long-term partnership the goal? Are they thinking about building a life with their partner, or are they focused on the present?

What scares them about entering a relationship?

What fears, past traumas, etc. would be hardest for them to talk about with their partner?

How much independence do they prefer in a relationship—do they want to share their lives as much as possible with their partner, or do they prefer to mostly do their own thing and let their partner do their own thing?

What is their go-to for making a partner feel loved?

What makes them feel loved? Would they build up the courage to ask for it?

What, for them, constitutes a level of intimacy that they would only rarely share with someone? This can be physical, emotional, etc.

If they had the ability to just spend free time with their partner, what would they do? Would they go out or stay inside?

Under what circumstances would they want to be left alone by their partner?

They’re going through something incredibly difficult—perhaps they’re very sick, have lost a loved one, or have gone through a traumatic event. Do they ask for or accept support and care from their partner, or try to isolate themselves?

Are they okay with public displays of affection? Do they like them?

When would they say “I love you?” Do they say it first? Do they say it often, or is it reserved for special moments?

If sex is something that would be part of a relationship for them, do both or either of them have prior experiences? If not, how do they feel about it?

What does sex mean for them? Socially, religiously, what attitudes are they bringing with them? Is “virginity” something they care about? Do they want sexual experiences to occur within a certain “level” of relationship, or does that not really matter so much to them?

How comfortable are they talking about, and openly communicating during, sex?

What would their partner do that would really turn them on, perhaps unintentionally?

They accidentally hurt or upset their partner. What happened? How do they respond? What do they do to make their partner feel better?

They have an argument with their partner—what is it about? Do things stay respectful, or is there some shouting and accusing going on?

They have to apologize to their partner. Is this difficult for them? How do they approach it?

How do they feel about the prospect of parenthood? Do they plan on it? How would they react if they suddenly found out they were going to be a parent?

What compromises are they making in their relationship?

What completely petty topic (music taste, favorite food) do they find themselves completely at odds with their partner about?

What little thing do they find incredibly (though harmlessly) annoying about their partner?

How do their friends react to finding out they’re a couple? Do they have lots of mutual friends? Did their friends know, perhaps before they themselves did?

Under what circumstances would they feel jealous?

Under what circumstances would they feel protective?

Would they get a pet? What kind? Who brings up the idea, and who takes a little longer to convince?

Asteroid Narcissus (37117)

I need to preface this before you get into it. Don't take this seriously as not all asteroids are prominent in your chart and no asteroid alone dictateswho you are, therefore it's ok if you don't relate. Also, narcissism is generally more likely perceived by other people than by narcissists themselves.

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In astrology Narcissus represents exaggerated self-focus, an inability to see others point of view or consider their needs, excessive pride in ones own appearance & rejection of others or rejection of something in general.

In mythology, Narcissus was said to be a strikingly handsome young man. He was so handsome that he usually garnered the attention of anyone willing to win his affections (usually unwanted) and he would reject their affections. One day it so happens he rejected the love of a group of nymphs and in anger they called on the Goddess Nemesis to curse him. She did so, by having him fall in love with his reflection which he saw at a nearby pool. Cursed to be in love with it, he could never look away after gazing into the pool and withered away from hunger trying to gain the love of the man in the water.

Asteroid Narcissus in the Signs:

🏅Aries~ You pride yourself on your competitiveness, high energy, innovation and ability to stand up for yourself and what you believe in, helping you stand out as a leader. However, sometimes your innovative ideas and competitive nature could do more harm than good and you are then quick to lose your shit when someone points this out and suggests slowing down or going by the book instead. Standing up for yourself then becomes needless aggression in the face of what you perceive as a challenge/threat to your pride. You are also quite aggressive when someone opposes your beliefs and reject anyone who tries to change said beliefs (things have to go your way).

🏅Taurus~ You guys pride yourself on how practical, talented and resourceful you can be and your willingness to see things through to the end in achieving your dreams. However your pride and focus on realizing your own dreams could make you ignorant of other's dreams, belittling them as it doesn't serve the purpose in you achieving your own. Physically you could pride yourselves on the sound of your voice as a stand out feature. I also regretfully inform you that Donald Trump has this placement prominently in his chart.

🏅Gemini~ You pride yourself on your opinions and even knowing the latest gossip. Added to this your pride also extends to how witty, analytical, imaginative, original (in terms of thoughts) and articulate you are. When your ideas and opinions are brought into question you could be quick to sell a lie, manipulate or gaslight someone into taking your side, completely rejecting other's ideas/opinions, even if your own are damaging, wrong or hurtful.

🏅Cancer~ You pride yourself on how kind, sensitive, nurturing, creative and empathetic you can be. Your ability to make others feel comfortable/cared for and your emotional intelligence is your greatest joy...that is until someone paints you as the villain. Your insecurities and sensitivity then get the best of you and you then try to emotionally manipulate people to regain your lost pride. You possibly reject the idea of other people experiencing tough emotions and being sensitive too, as you might believe how you feel is the only thing that matters.

🏅Leo~ You pride yourself on being loving, generous, brave, loyal, entertaining and even humorous. Your ego and acts of showing off on occasion is greatly tied in with your pride. Unfortunately this leaves little room for the ego of others and you may even take a crack at theirs to inflate your own. When other people have a gap to show off what their proud of, you may meet this with disdain and subtly try to redirect that attention to yourself. If it is not received you could even make a scene just get that attention (you low-key might not like the idea of someone being better than you at something and the attention it brings them). Queen Victoria had this placement.

🏅Virgo~ You pride yourself on your skill for critical thinking and your analytical approach to life as well as you being honest, trustworthy, a candid speaker and astute learner. It's only natural that if people attacked your mind and intellect or just paint you as a control freak, that your anxiety boils into you lashing out. Your strengths of being critical and analytical become irrevocably dangerous as you use them to pick apart every detail of your offender until their self-esteem and pride is ripped to bloody shreds, your pride finally restored and you having proven your point.

🏅Libra~ You pride yourself on your looks and on being a fair, just, charming, sweet, graceful, somewhat passive and balanced person. When your life is unbalanced though, you tend to paper over the cracks and quickly deny or ignore those who pick up on these troubles. Your balance is upset by those who crack down on your appearance or oppose you on your sense of justice and even your persona. In an attempt to restore balance you will people please, charm and gaslight others until their perceptions of you and their own views on situations match the ones you have in mind. Their validation inflating your pride and their own validity reduced to rubble in order to serve you.

🏅Scorpio~ A tricky one you lot were. You pride yourself on your awareness of your emotional depth, you being magnetic, compelling, empowering, mysterious, determined, focused and investigative. Your ability to transform those you meet and the intensity you wield also count among this. In your pride however, you can have a complete disregard for the emotional depth of others and could even come across as controlling. If these people are to make it clear to you, they'd wish the kept quiet. You power hold will tighten to a chokehold as you exercise manipulation and cruelty to restore your pride, silencing them out of your own fear and creating a reverence for you out of fear in others.

🏅Saggitarius~ You pride yourself on being optimistic, wise, open-minded, adventurous and being able to search for a truth, as well as possibly being an inspiration to others. Sometimes you're so big on adventure ans searching for your own truth that you fail to consider the need for stability and structure in others and failing to acknowledge that your truth is not shared by everyone and that they might not take kindly to being forced into said truth. Your blind optimism leaves zero room for realism and are quick to slander those who berate you for the above mentioned. In the process becoming ignorant, self-righteous and sanctimonious.

🏅Capricorn~ You pride yourself on being ambitious, cool, commanding, steadfast, practical, high-achieving and supportive of others (as long as their goals are realistic, viable and don't overshadow yours). You could be so focused on your own ambitions that you completely reject and disregard the aspirational and emotional needs of others in favor of your own. In fact, this exaggerated self-focus could have you come across as cold, ruthless, restrictive and controlling. You want to be at the top and only you can be at the top, meaning you will do anything to stay there, keep others from getting there and somehow still keep your pride intact.

🏅Aquarius~ You probs have an unholy superiority complex, but let's get into this anyway. You pride yourself on being genuine/authentic, free-spirited (in a quirky, eccentric and eclectic way), non-conforming, humanitarian and original. This also extends to your views in life and your nature as an activist. This unfortunately, if negative, could make you quite elitist, judgemental and imposed to extreme views. This renders you incapable of seeing the opposing pov which is sometimes necessary to humble you. You're also inconsiderate towards others feelings, views and ways of expression, rather judging them as you can't understand why people can't be more inclined to do what you do. Sweetheart, masks sometimes have reasons beyond superficiality and people will not always share your views and causes in life.

🏅Pisces~ Ngl you guys were just outright difficult to interpret. You pride yourself on being spiritually inclined, creative, freedom loving, intuitive, soothing and being a dreamer. At worst you could fail to consider the need for logic, realism and boundaries of other people and could become quite defensive when they do set boundaries, tell you spirituality and creativity doesn't solve everything and that dreams are sometimes just dreams. Instead of react in anger though, you resort to a victim complex to garner sympathy, guilt tripping people into restoring your pride for you and holding their loyalties on a line whilst you yourself are a flaky thing.

Asteroid Narcissus in the Houses:

1st House: Narcissus in mythology is said to be extremely beautiful and as such his influence is placed on you too, meaning you beautiful af. You tend to put a lot of focus and pride on your beauty and generally gorgeous appearance. You might give off the impression of being vain and self obsessed.

2nd House: Ever heard the saying "Money can buy happiness...😏" You could be very focused on what you own and how to own more, as this wealth is your pride and buys you the glory you desire. Sometimes you may be unable ro understand the struggles of those with less than you materially. Your value system prioritizes yourself above other people.

3rd House: You may have difficulty understanding the pov and needs of your siblings & those in your immediate area. (exp. classmates and neighbors) Your exaggerated self focus could have you dominate the conversation and topics are usually those to your liking. You need to learn that you are not the only & most important participant in a conversation. Perhaps you could have a narcissistic sibling.

4th House: Getting Rapunzel and Mother Gothel vibes. Your mother or the maternal influences in your life could have been very narcissistic, as a result neglecting your needs for security and being nurtured. You may prioritize your own sensitivity, overlooking that of others as it doesn't relate to you or your problems. You might take pride in where you come from.

5th House: Your kids could become narcissistic or that's how they could experience you, being more self-obsessed than caring for them. You could attract narcissistic lovers (gtfo if they show up). The 5th House is also about ego and self-expression, so in general you could come across as very self-absorbed...like no one else matters as long as you are the one shining.

6th House: Extreme focus and pride on yourself & your appearance could be a habitual/routine thing. Co-workers especially can view you as narcissistic. It's likely that you go about your day where only your routine matters and you couldn't care less that others also have a life & routine to follow. In the work place you may present yourself as the best, no matter the facts and opinions presented to you.

7th House: It's possible that you can get into a relationship with a narcissist (once again gtfo if you're dealing with one). These people will often put themselves first before the relationship and your needs, causing imbalance in your life. The opposite is also applicable if your partner experiences you as narcissistic.

8th House: If you have this placement and bump into a narcissist, RUN!!! DO NOT ENGAGE!!! They would want to hold power over you, viewing you as a posession or resource of their own. You will not be seen as a person and your need for freedom will be overlooked. They would make you serve them for their own pleasures, including sex. This is likely an encounter that will transform you. Vice Versa is possible if you are the narcissist.

9th House: You ever have a teacher or lecturer that spends more time talking about themselves than the lesson material? Anyway, if you have this placement you're most likely to develop a god complex as this house rules religion. Occasionally you are so focused on your own growth and abundance that you just flat out...ignore that need in others.

10th House: You take great pride in & direct a lot of your focus towards building and maintaining a good reputation and social standing. This often means the needs of those around you are not seen to as your status takes precedence. You reject the love of those with lesser than your own status and have trouble relating to those with lower or higher status than your own. You pretty much see yourself as an authority and everyone else as an underling. This could also be experiences you have with authority.

11th House: Friendships can be quite strained and one sided for the narcissistic party. Your hopes and aspirations come first already making your friends a lower priority. You may see them and use them as a means to an end. You may have trouble relating to the struggles of your friends and humanity as they are not your own. Plainly, your friends could view you as a narcissist or you view one of them as one.

12th House: Narcissistic behavior is buried away in your subconscious. Narcissus in this house is your hidden enemy, be it your own self, other people or repressed trauma related to narcissism. Could have an exaggerated focus on the self through spirituality and understanding your place in the world to the point of forgetting others have needs that need to be seen to. Might have a "holier than thou" attitude.

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I hope you enjoyed this long ass post lol. Have a cosmically beautiful day luvs.

Personal Offerings for Hades- A Devotional Writing

Some of you may know that I have recently begun on a Priesthood path with Hades specifically. While this does come with a few changes I wasn't expecting and insecurities to boot, it also came with a newfound sense of purpose that both leaves me breathless and hopeful in a way I haven't' been in far too long.

One of the things that changed despite the fact I didn't expect it to, was the way I offered things to Hades.

Before, I would offer more traditional things, meaning physical objects instead of actions. I have a necklace I wear in honor of Him, prayer beads for both Hades and Persephone, journals of shadow work prompts from Him (and Persephone), hidden altar boxes, specific incense, etc.

Now, most of my offerings are through action, not physical objects.

I do death work. I clean cemeteries. I honor my ancestors. I study anthropology. I read, both for personal pleasure and to learn about things Hades wants me to. I write, both for myself and for Him. I take care of my mental and physical health. I have a discord server for fellow followers of Hades and/or Persephone. I am a devotee of Persephone, which is it's own thing, but Hades appreciates it nonetheless. I do tarot readings for people who have lost loved ones, helping them get the closure they need.

However, the one thing I do for Hades that is both the most rewarding and the most taxing, is my work with child spirits.

Children who have passed on before their lives have even really begun. Children who don't quite understand what's happened to them, who are scared and alone and need someone to turn to. Children who just aren't ready to move on yet. Children who know what's happened, but don't know how to move on by themselves.

Before, I was interested in doing something to help spirits move on. I had realized that it was part of my calling to do so, and Hades supported me in learning how to help them.

And then, I met May.

May is the name I gave to a child spirit that has been a protector of my grandparents property for far too many years. She passed before getting a proper name from her family, being buried along the road while they continued on to homestead. She had a simple wooden marker at one point, that had long since rotted away, leaving only the child spirit behind.

A sad but common story for her time, when proper child burials among poor people were extremely uncommon in my area. There are hundreds of fence rows just like the one she was buried on that are unable to be moved, because it was so common to bury children along them.

And so May stayed around, unsure of what to do or what was going on around her, until my mother and uncles came into her neck of the woods. They spent three summers building a giant hang out, while May watched and made sure they didn't hurt themselves.

Then twenty more years went by, and suddenly my brother and I were roaming around those same woods, laughing and playing and just being kids, the same way our mother and uncles had done so many years previous.

At that point, May decided she liked me. She would follow me around while I walked in the woods, much the way my actual little brother would, laughing with us and pretending she was one of us.

And then I found witchcraft. I found paganism. I found Hades and Persephone and discovered that my love for the macabre, my admiration of death, my instinctual draw towards all things spiritual- none of it was an accident. Hades had been there, watching and waiting, wanting me to find Him when I was ready to do so.

And he waited, ever so patient, for me to discover my talent with spirit work in general.

He waited until I had some experience, until I was secure in my ability and no longer questioned myself at every turn. And then he let May into my life properly.

At first, I couldn't have been more upset by May's story. I had heard about children without proper burials from the time I could walk, I played with them in the cemeteries I frequented when I myself was a small tot.

Then, the more I talked to her, the more I learned about what she had experienced and the other children she had met, the more I was overwhelmed with the desire to help them. I wanted nothing more than to help these children go wherever they were meant to, to assuage their fears and assure them they were doing the right thing by letting go.

I talked everything over with Hades, seeking out His guidance because I was, once again, completely unsure of my path. Talking to Hades, I figured out that this was what I was meant to do.

I was meant to help those kids. I was meant to let them move on, go where they're supposed to. I was meant to calm them, help them go from scared to excited.

In those moments, after figuring out what I had been called to do, I don't think I have ever felt such complete peace. I could feel how proud Hades was of me, how proud Persephone was. I felt whole, like I had a purpose that I had been missing up until that point.

Now, I work with child spirits almost exclusively. Some seek me out, some I find, some Hades or Persephone send my way. Some are sent to me by close friends on similar paths. Some choose to stick around me for a bit before passing on, some decide to cross over right away. Some are happy and bubbly, others scared and traumatized.

They come in all shapes and sizes, in all sorts of states, but they are all my kids. Once they come to me, once they are cared for or helped by me, they become my kids.

And I couldn't be happier to help my kids, even when it gets hard. Even when they have big, terrible emotions that leave a cloud when they're gone. Even when they show me the most horrible things they've had to experience before they passed.

I will always help my kids, in whatever way I can.

-Jae

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