How Can I Be So Delusional But So Logical At The Same Time. Duality.

William Shakespeare, from “Henry V”

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Tim Kano and Nikita Kato as Leo & Abigail Tanaka NEIGHBOURS (1985 - ) Ep. 9229 (2025)

kinda obsessed with hades 2 hypnos

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜

the underearth

The  Underearth  is  a  place  of  slow-shifting  roots,  the  quietest  and  most  constant  life  of  the  forest.  Those  who  find  themselves  aligned  with  the  Underearth  are  those  who  find  their  truest  selves  not  in  the  eyes  of  another  or  the  light  of  the  sun,  but  in  private  acts  of  creation.  They  tend  to  be  dutiful,  capable,  and  thoughtful,  whilst  also  often  being  slow  to  change,  awkward,  and  anxious.  While  many  pass  the  Underearth  by  without  notice,  those  few  who  make  it  past  topsoil  and  into  the  heart  below  are  held  dear.  It  is  rare  that  someone  can  delve  to  the  true  center  of  those  under  this  sign.  The  earth  keeps  its  secrets  close  to  its  chest--  sometimes,  so  deep  that  it  cannot  find  them  when  it  does  choose  to  look.  The  Underearth  are  devoted  to  their  work,  able  to  criticize  and  peek  and  prod  just  where  it  needs,  but  they  have  no  such  luck  with  probing  the  self.  People  under  this  sign  can  be  enormously  generous.  Though  less  showy  than  some  of  the  other  signs,  when  the  Underearth  does  choose  to  shine,  they  are  like  a  clean  cut  gem,  brilliant,  sharp,  and  precious.  They  tend  to  favor  gifts  of  their  own  making,  paying  close  attention  to  what  it  is  that  delights  those  around  them.  They  prefer  to  avoid  being  the  center  of  attention  themselves,  however,  and  often  do  not  know  how  to  react  to  being  shown  the  same  care  that  they  show  to  those  they  love.

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

hermes ﹠ aphrodite

Oh,  sweet  child  of  travel  and  love!  Your  father  is  the  swift  herald  of  the  gods,  and  your  mother  was  born  beautiful  of  Titan's  blood.  A  life  of  greatness  stands  before  you  dictated  by  cleverness,  hope,  and  consuming  desire.  No  man  can  tell  you  what  realm  you  preside  over,  but  look  to  themes  of  wishes  and  fancies  as  you  grow  into  your  power.

“they  call  for  help  and  before  help  arrives,  all  that  remains  is  pieces.  no  survivors,  no  goods  taken,  only  destroyed."  she  looks  up  at  him,  well  aware  of  the  impossibility  of  what  she's  about  to  say  –  but  it  fits  her  theory  of  the  motives  not  inherently  being  political.  “what's  even  odder  is  that  they  seem  to  continue  on  their  trajectory,  moving  closer  to  their  destinations,  rather  than  turning  around  or  pausing.  these  are  merchant  ships,  they  aren't…fast.”

she  adjusts  in  her  seat,  turning  to  look  at  the  pacing  jedi  master.  for  someone  who  was  supposed  to  exemplify  patience  and  grace,  the  cracks  sure  were  showing  today.  “do  you  remember  about  seven  years  ago,  the  trouble  the  pyke  syndicate  got  into  with  their  activities  on  black  rock?  lost  a  headquarters  and  many  members,  if  i  recall  correctly." 

the  baron  grott  had  used  varl's  moon  to  breed  deadly  predators  capable  of  surviving  in  space  without  an  atmosphere  or  protection  -  the  same  creatures  that  drove  the  hutt's  out  of  their  original  star  system,  which  was  then  abandoned  by  the  pyke  syndicate  after  these  events.  the  competitive  games  turned  into  a  massacre  for  the  attendees  and  competitors  when  the  “hungry  hands”  broke  loose. 

“these  things  convince  their  prey  to  move  closer,  and  they  would  have  no  reason  to  keep  anything  if  they're  just  doing  it  for  food.  problem  is,  these  merchant  timelines  have  the  republic,  essentially,  putting  them  on  a  feeding  schedule."  she  lets  that  sink  in,  and  then  continues,  "and  another  question;  how  did  they  get  there?” 

"we do - which is why this is quite alarming." obi-wan pointedly ignored his newfound ally's demand, continuing to pace across the floor of the ship. he was missing something. his assistance in this endeavour was to put a stop to the pirates in question - but obi-wan's initial investigations had come up with nothing concrete. there was no evidence of theft, which would have been the goal of a group of marauders targeting a trade route. there was only pure destruction to be found, and splintered resources drifting through open space.

he might have expected the separatists to be involved, but there was no sign of their influence either. this attack felt entirely too... random. there was more to the situation than met the eye. he felt it. he was sure of it.

as for what it was, well - that was the rub, wasn't it? he did not know. he hoped someone like maggie might be able to help him detect the anomalies, but their slow progress grated on his nerves like water over stone, wearing away his faculties at a frustratingly steady pace.

"who else would benefit from the destruction of such valuable goods? if not pirates, or separatists, then who?"

ANYWAY which one of your faves is gonna spend a lazy day in bed with you, catching up on the past week’s missed sleep? just cuddled up under the warm sheets, skin to skin, comfortable in each others’ presence. maybe- definitely- there’s some light touches, he’s feeling the softness of your skin under his fingers and relishing every quiet little sigh, memorizing every little hitch in your breath. and what if he holds you close, spooning you and remarking how perfectly you fit tucked against him, even though he feels like he just can’t get close enough to you. and just when you think your sleepy heart is about to explode, he softly kisses your neck, your shoulder, brings a hand up to kiss each knuckle with so much quiet admiration. it’s enough to make you absolutely melt. when he asks how you’re feeling, you tell him to see for himself- those same reverent fingers dipping between your thighs to feel the wetness gathering there, and he groans into your skin, half-hard cock twitching against his thigh. it doesn’t take long for him to be fully sheathed inside you, barely even thrusting, just grinding slowly, little bit little building up the friction that makes your toes tingle. he holds you tightly against him, whispering praise and admiration into the crook of your neck where he leaves bruising kisses, drinking in every sigh and quiet moan from your lips, pausing to feel every time your walls squeeze him. there’s no rush, no means to an end, just mutually enjoying the feeling of each other. you don’t know how long you’re like this, you refuse to check the time— but your peak washes over you gently like waves on an undisturbed shore, his equally as quiet, and you stay there together, comfortably as close as you could possibly be. there’s no need to move yet, not when the little shards of sunlight glitter around the room, not when his breath is steady against your skin, not when you feel yourself drift back into a comfortable sleep.

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead

❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver

❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers

❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver

❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table

❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated

despite maggie's hardcore intentions to have a realm without sentient beings in it so she doesn't have to actually work like a queen, i've been thinking about hallucinations having a home, so to speak, within subliminal - a place to go when they aren't being perceived. cultural phenomenons, like the hat man and bloody mary, or everyday ones like water on the road or shadow in the woods can find homes in subliminal. the more humanoid ones have a sort of village or town that they cluster in, while the more inhumanoid ones are scattered throughout, depending on which area of the realm makes the most sense for them