#Elysian Key

[akumanie]

Thank you so much @nsf-ko for this amazing and... spicy art! I’m absolutely in love with it!!! 😍🥰❤️

*** "Do you know, Harry, the difference between sex and love?"

Harry blissfully closed his eyes; the sound flowed through him, smooth and alluring.

"The only way, and yet it is irreversible... Purely and solely in a kiss. During a kiss, no one can lie, not even the greatest liar; not even the cleverest cheater. A kiss will always reveal who you are to the other. Remember that, Harry."

He listened, swaying on the waves, until that blissful peace shattered the feeling.

Lips, a mouth on Harry's mouth, a touch so timid and yet, so sharp, that Harry breathed out shakily. Velvet was the rough bark of trees; this smoothness came from another dimension, gliding over his lips, caressing them. Harry desperately tried to capture it. Don't disappear, don't get lost! He clasped one of his lips, sucking and tasting. An inarticulate sound escaped his throat. That taste—he’d never—good God, never...!

Harry jerked forward sharply, forcefully thrusting his tongue inside. I want it all. I must! He kissed him wildly, filling every taste bud. I’ll never want anything else; I don't want anything else, no... The moist heat of Severus' mouth, his agile tongue... Harry dissolved in bliss. He tasted him, so intensely; how intensely he tasted! He stood petrified, hands by his sides, fanatically focused on one thing. He swallowed his mouth as if he wanted to devour it... and maybe he did.

***

Check out the first chapter here:

[belldandye-blog]

Tak ještě jednou tahle zpráva, protože teď ji pro vás mám přeloženou a to Akumánií, překladatelkou Elysejského klíče.

ELYSEJSKÝ KLÍČ SE PŘESOUVÁ NA AO3

VYSVĚTLENÍ POZADÍ

Elysejský klíč je archiv fanfikcí vytvořený v roce 2010 a od té doby udržovaný Alicí O’Really, autorkou fanfikce stejného názvu. Elysejský klíč se importuje do Archive of Our Own s cílem zachovat její práci v případě, že by nebyla schopna to udělat sama, a také k zachování práce jejích fanoušků, kteří napsali pocty k její tvorbě a vytvořili další fanouškovský obsah inspirovaný Elysejským klíčem.

Cílem Projektu záchrany online archivů výboru Open Doors je pomáhat moderátorům archivů začlenit fanouškovské práce z těchto archivů do Archívu of Our Own. Open Doors spolupracuje s moderátory při importu jejich archivů, pokud jim chybí finanční prostředky, čas nebo jiné zdroje na nezávislé udržování archivu. Pro Open Doors je extrémně důležitá spolupráce s moderátory, kteří chtějí importovat své archivy, a plně přiznat zásluhy autorům, poskytujíc jim co největší kontrolu nad jejich fanouškovskými pracemi. Open Doors bude spolupracovat s pimpinellou, FemmeFragile a belldandy na importu Elysejského klíče do samostatné, vyhledávatelné kolekce na Archívu of Our Own. Jako součást zachování celého archivu budou všechny fanartové práce momentálně na Elysejském klíči hostovány na serverech OTW a vloženy do vlastních stránek na AO3.

Začneme importovat práce z Elysejského klíče na AO3 po prosinci roku 2023. Nicméně import může probíhat několik měsíců nebo dokonce let v závislosti na velikosti a složitosti archivu. Tvůrci jsou vždy vítáni, aby si své vlastní práce importovali a přidali je v mezidobí do kolekce.

CO TO ZNAMENÁ PRO TVŮRCE, KTEŘÍ MAJÍ PRÁCE NA ELYSEJSKÉM KLÍČI?

Každému odešleme oznámení o importu na e-mailovou adresu, kterou máme uvedenou v původním archivu. Budeme se snažit prověřit existenci kopie prací před importem. Pokud najdeme kopii již na AO3, pozveme ji do kolekce místo importu. Všechny práce archivované jménem tvůrce budou obsahovat jejich jméno v řádku pro autora nebo souhrnu práce.

Všechny importované práce budou nastaveny tak, aby byly viditelné pouze pro přihlášené uživatele AO3. Jakmile si někdo nárokuje své práce, může je nastavit jako veřejně viditelné, pokud si to tak přeje. Po 30 dnech budou všechny neuplatněné importované práce viditelné pro všechny návštěvníky. Poté natrvalo uzavřeme stránky.

Prosím, kontaktujte Open Doors se svým pseudonymem a e-mailovou adresou Elysejského klíče, pokud:

Chcete, abychom importovali vaše práce, ale potřebujete oznámení poslat na jinou e-mailovou adresu, než jste použili v původním archivu.

Už máte účet na AO3 a své práce jste již sami importovali.

Chcete si své práce importovat sami (včetně případu, kdy ještě nemáte účet na AO3).

Nechcete, aby vaše práce byly přesunuty na AO3.

Jste spokojeni, když zachováme tvé práce na AO3, ale rádi byste, abychom odstranili

vaše jméno.

Máte nějaké další otázky, na které vám můžeme odpovědět.

Prosím, v předmětu e-mailu uveďte název archivu. Pokud už nemáte přístup k e-mailovému účtu, se kterým jste se poprvé přihlásili na Elysejský klíč, kontaktujte Open Doors a my vám pomůžeme. (Pokud jste práce již zveřejnili jinde nebo máte snadný způsob ověření, že jsou vaše, to je skvělé; pokud ne, budeme spolupracovat s moderátory Elysejského klíče na ověření vašich nároků.)

Mrkněte se prosím na webové stránky Open Doors pro pokyny ohledně:

importu vašich prací na AO3

přidání vašich prací do nové kolekce Elysejský klíč

POKUD MÁTE STÁLE OTÁZKY...

Pokud máte další otázky, navštiv Open Doors FAQ nebo kontaktujte výbor Open Doors.

Bude nám potěšením, pokud by fanoušci mohli pomoci zachovat příběh Elysejského klíče na Fanlore. Pokud jste nováčci v editaci wiki, nic složitého na tom není! Mrkněte se na nový vstupní portál nebo se zeptej Fanlore Gardeners ohledně užitečných tipů.

Jsme nadšeni, že můžeme pomoci zachovat Elysejský klíč!

Tým Otevřených dveří a pimpinella, FemmeFragile a belldandy

Elysejský klíč is Moving to the AO3

Elysejský klíč is a Harry Potter fanfiction and fanart archive created in 2010 and maintained since then by Alice O’Really, author of the fanfiction of the same title. The archive is now being imported to AO3. If you visited or were part of the archive, read more at https://otw.news/cyg

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[aesthetic--mood]

Hades Aesthetic

[modicum-elysian]

Who’s to say that your safe behind that mask of mystery

Once we figure out who you are, it’s all over

The subject of a narrative cannot rise against the creators and spectators of the narrative.

…. If that makes sense.

“Fair”

:3

[nixiegenesis]

DUDE, YOUR CAT IS SO ORANGE LMAO

He’s the absolute orangest baby I have ever met

His ears are so floppy lol

[wildestdreamsblog]

Elysian: a Latibule Spinoff

Pairing: Doctor/Mafia!Kim Seokjin x Intern!Reader 

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: How are you? April has been crazy. ALSO, OUR SEOKJIN IS GOING ON TOUR! I hope and pray and manifest that I can see him pls universe. Okay, other than that, I hope you enjoy this

Masterlist, Part VIII of __

Kim Seokjin entered his penthouse while whistling to himself.

He walked with lightness in his steps, cheerfulness emitting from him like the sun despite the darkness in his penthouse lit only by the distant glow of city lights streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He placed his briefcase and keys on the counter. He opened the fridge, the interior glow briefly lighting his face, and pulled out a chilled pitcher of water and poured water to his pink glass he imported from France.

His back was turned on the living room as he took a sip. With deliberate calm, Seokjin placed the glass on the counter with a soft thud. He turned.

“May I help you, Jungkook?”

There—casually sprawled across the living room couch like he paid the rent—sat Jeon Jungkook. Legs propped up on the coffee table, laptop perched on his thighs, the soft glow of the screen cast cool shadows across his face. He looked up slowly, blinking as if he were only now realizing he was, in fact, not in his own apartment.

“I’ve been here for hours and this is the welcome I get?” he said, feigning offense.

“I apologize for not being cheerful enough with your presence. After all, you broke into my house!”

“You gave me the code!”

“That doesn’t mean you can just barge in here! I gave that for emergency purposes, you idiot!”

“Hyung!” Jungkook’s voice cracked slightly in protest. “Your WiFi is faster!”

Seokjin stared at him, utterly baffled. “What the—you are literally the top IT expert in this country. Fix your own WiFi!”

Jungkook shrugged, eyes already drifting back to his laptop screen. “Too much effort. Yours works better. Plus, you have snacks.”

Seokjin ran a hand down his face, muttering, “I need to change the code.”

“Okay fine! You twisted my arm! Are you okay? You haven’t been annoying me for days and I’m starting to get worried.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes before plopping down on the sofa beside the maknae. “I’m fine, Kookie,” he said, his voice gentler now. “In fact… I’m happy.”

Jungkook turned his head slowly, watching him. Really watching him. There was a smile on Seokjin’s face—not the dramatic, exaggerated one he often wore for laughs, but something softer, truer. His eyes were calm, no longer clouded with restlessness or that quiet ache Jungkook had grown used to seeing over the years. For the first time, his hyung said that he was happy.

And it was all because of you.

Jungkook didn’t say anything right away. He just sat there, letting the moment settle like dust in golden light. A small smile tugged at his lips, one he didn’t bother hiding.

“Well,” he said quietly, tapping something random on his keyboard to give his hands something to do, “it’s about damn time.”

---

You had just finished cleaning your apartment, the satisfying scent of lemon-scented floor cleaner lingering faintly in the air. Every surface gleamed, the hum of accomplishment still buzzing in your chest as you padded toward the bathroom, towel in hand. A hot shower was well-earned, and you stood under the stream until the last bit of exhaustion melted off your shoulders.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, you began drying your hair with a towel, moving slowly, savoring the peace. That was when it started—the chime. Then another. And another.

Ding. Ding. Ding. Dingdingdingdingding.

Your brows knit. It wasn’t just one or two notifications. It was a flurry. A storm of alerts pouring in, chiming one after another like an alarm going haywire.

A sudden spike of concern shot through your chest. The hospital. Something must’ve happened. Heart thumping, you rushed across the room, nearly slipping on the wooden floor in your haste, and grabbed your phone from the charger.

Screen on. Lock screen glowing.

97 notifications.

All from Instagram.

You blinked, confused. Instagram?

Your thumb hovered for a second before unlocking your phone and opening the app.

And there it was.

Your feed, your likes, your DMs—completely flooded with interactions.

All from a certain @jin.

He had scrolled way back. Your content from the year you started your account to now was all filled with comments and likes from that person. He even commented on the selfie you took when you were in college with your friends.

@jin: I see you have always been beautiful…

“What the…”

There it was—your post from three years ago, a blurry shot of your now dearly departed cat, Muffin, lying upside down on your bed. You hadn’t thought about that picture in ages. But there, clear as day beneath it:

@jin: I think we should get a cat and a dog. What do you think?

Each unhinged comment left your mouth agape. Your jaw dropped.

You kept scrolling. Nothing was spared. Not even your throwback selfie holding a miniature Eiffel Tower souvenir from a college art exhibit, with your innocent little caption: “Someday, the real one!”

@jin: when do you want to go?

The following comments, however, were more unbelievable. Because suddenly, it wasn’t just him anymore.

@jungkook.97: ohmygod hyung is stalking noona!

@thv: So this is she…

@rkive: Hi. If you’re considering filing a restraining order against our hyung, I will be more than happy to represent you in court.

@jin: traitor! @rkive

@jin: get out of here, @thv

@jin: what’s wrong with appreciating my y/n? @jungkook.97? >:(

It wasn’t just the ridiculousness of the situation—it was the fact that they were all in on it. Your comments section had been hijacked by four of the most recognizable men in the country like it was some private group chat gone rogue. Even Taehyung… the Taehyung who literally just won the best actor award last night commented on your IG.

So you decided to do the next best thing. You blocked Kim Seokjin for your peace of mind.

---

Your day was busy. Yet, despite the flurry of activity, something felt off.

And weirdly enough, a certain someone was nowhere to be found. He was always there, wasn’t he? Kim Seokjin was always with you almost akin to a shadow. In fact, he was always with you that his secretary messaged you when she couldn’t reach him. You’d never thought about it much before, but there was always this... unspoken belief in the hospital that you and Seokjin were more than just colleagues. It wasn’t something anyone said outright, but the subtle glances, the half-smirks from nurses, the knowing looks from the doctors—it was all there. And, every time it happened, Seokjin would merely chuckle and give that signature grin of his, never denying anything.

You, on the other hand, always adamantly correct people.

His absence somehow displaced you. But wasn’t this what you wanted? A reprieve from the one-month that he imposed on you? You should’ve felt relief. You should’ve relished in the peace, the silence, the rare moment of freedom from his shadow.

Fine! You could even say that you somehow missed his way of annoying you. But you’d never, ever let him know that. He was annoying enough. You didn’t need to make things worse by missing his ridiculous presence.

So, you buried the discomfort down deep, as you always did. You focused on your work, tried to keep your mind on the task at hand. But each time you’d look at your phone or glance at the door, you couldn’t help but feel that gap where his presence should’ve been. You didn’t know if you could even try harder to not think of him.

But still, it had been two days since you last saw him or received these elaborate annoying yet endearing text messages from him.

Where was Kim Seokjin?

Perhaps, you got your answer one late night just as you were coming home from work, walking down your barely lit street. It was all too sudden. Something shifted in the darkness, but you were too lost on your thoughts that you barely sensed when someone from the dark was approaching you.

“Boo.”

Instinctively, your body froze like it always did when you were in danger. The same sharp twinge of fear that gripped you in the past when they came, when those men would show up, uninvited and unwelcome, to remind you of everything you wished to forget. You screamed and tried so hard to get away from what you perceived to be a danger that you almost landed to your knees had it not been for the strong hands that supported you.

You looked back in fear, in anticipation that he was one of those men who would occasionally pay you a visit. Your heart only calmed down when your widened eyes met Seokjin’s.

He was looking down on you, his arms around you as though he didn’t want to let go just yet. He had this pensive look in him like he was trying to figure something out. You blinked owlishly, too aware of the way he easily supported your weight and the way his hands found home in your waist.

You took a small, shaky step back, your body pulling away from him even as your mind screamed for you to stay calm. He’d noticed. He’d seen you react like that, like something was wrong, and now he was probably wondering what it meant.

That terrifying thought—what if he figured it out? What if he realized that beneath all the surface calm, there was something broken in you, something so much darker than you were willing to admit?

You couldn’t let him see that. Not Seokjin.

You couldn’t risk it.

“What the-”

“I was supposed to make you feel guilty for blocking me,” Seokjin started, his voice dripping with the kind of playful amusement you knew was his way of trying to disarm you. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, eyes twinkling, but there was a hint of something else—something a little darker, maybe. “But now, I’m the one feeling guilty for scaring you.”

You took a good look at him. He looked tired, so opposite to how he usually held himself. His hair was tousled like he'd been running his hands through it for hours, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, as though he'd been up for too long and didn’t care about the details anymore. The most telling sign, though, was the bags under his eyes. Deep, dark rings that only came from several nights without sleep.

Just where had he been to look this weary?

“Are you okay?” you asked before you could even stop yourself.

Jin looked taken aback, his eyes widening just a fraction. It was a brief flicker of surprise, but it was enough for you to see. Rarely was he asked about his well-being—at least, not genuinely. He was groomed to be the strongest, and when he took over, he had to be a rock to his brothers. He couldn’t afford to show cracks, not with everything on his shoulders.

He liked that you worried about him, he realized. He liked that you noticed when he wasn’t the best, when the cracks in his perfect façade were starting to show.

Before he could even respond, you caught yourself, the next question spilling out of you almost like instinct.

“Have you eaten dinner?”

You thought that he looked like he lost a little weight.

When you were being this straightforward, Seokjin often did not know how to act. He surmised that he was always the one taking the lead that when you took the reins, he didn’t know what to do. Perhaps, it was why he ran away from you so hilariously back then. You made him lost control of his words that the only way he could answer you was by shaking his head.

You tsked, looking around the neighborhood. “It’s late and the stores are already close. I guess you will have to eat ramen,” you stated as you shook your head. You walked around him to your apartment on the second floor. You were almost halfway through the stairs when you noted that he wasn’t following.

“Do you not want free dinner?”

It was all the encouragement he needed. Without thinking, Seokjin found himself darting up the stairs after you, his feet taking the steps two at a time, the once-heavy weight in his chest lifting with each movement.

“You know,” he started as he slurped up his ramen. “Noodles are not good for your body.”

You rolled your eyes at him as you watched him devour the ramen with an enthusiasm that was almost… endearing. His large frame seemed to consume the space around him, making your small apartment feel even smaller. The simple kitchen, the modest furnishings, the cluttered shelves—it all felt so tight in his presence. But it was his sheer presence that made everything feel off-kilter. You thought that someone who was wealthy like him would judge your apartment. Instead, he glanced around and seemed... curious. But all he did when he entered your small apartment was to inspect the locks and shook his head at you in disappointment.

“Sure. It’s not like you devoured three-fourths of the noodles I cooked,” you teased, shaking your head as you wiped your hands on a towel. “Seriously, where have you been that you’re this hungry?”

Seokjin, mid-slurp, pouted dramatically, looking almost childlike in his expression. “I was looking for my bro—I mean, I was looking for my cat.”

“You have a cat,” you repeated, disbelief in your face. He didn’t look like a cat person.

He paused, swallowed his water with a careful gulp before answering, his voice a little too casual. “Yes. I have a cat. I have a koala bear, a rabbit, squirrel, tiger, and a chick.”

You stared at him, your eyebrows lifting in incredulity. “What are you, a zoo?”

Seokjin shrugged, his broad shoulders rising and falling as he leaned back in his chair casually twirling his chopsticks in his hand before diving them into the bowl of ramen. “I guess they came to me over the years and now won’t just leave me alone.”

“So, your cat, where is it?”

He sighed, the playful look leaving his face for a moment, replaced by a kind of soft nostalgia. “Eh, he found his mate. I left him there because he seemed happy, you know?” He paused, a faint, almost wistful smile tugging at his lips. “He was always scratching me and everything, but when I saw him with her, he looked at peace. I couldn’t just take him away from that.”

“So that’s where you’ve been for the past two days?”

He smiled, back to his annoying self again, as he tilted his head. “I knew it. You missed me.”

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. “Oh my God. You’re insane.”

He leaned forward slightly, raising a teasing eyebrow. “You’re a person of psychology. Shouldn’t you use that word wisely?” His tone was almost smug as he picked up his chopsticks again, dunking them back into the ramen. “And just to set things straight, I am not that insane.”

He didn’t leave.

He already finished eating and you had long cleaned the dishes and yet, he was still here.

“I fed you. Why are you still here?”

Seokjin as walking around the apartment, taking in every detail. If he noticed how bare your apartment was, he didn’t mention. The walls were mostly empty except for a few scattered prints. The furniture was minimal, just enough to get by, and the clutter wasn’t so much clutter as it was the absence of things. It was clear that you didn’t put down roots here—you were just using this space as a resting place. To you, he looked like he was simply observing the place, but the longer you watched him, the more you noticed the subtle ways his gaze shifted. It wasn’t just idle curiosity; it was sharp, analytical. His mind was working a mile a minute, absorbing every detail, every small lapse in the security of your home. Seokjin didn’t miss a thing.

He stopped in front of the entrance, his eyes locking onto the flickering light above the door. The bulb was barely hanging on, struggling to stay lit with every passing moment.

“Do you have a spare bulb, sunshine?” he asked, pointing at it with a raised eyebrow, his tone nonchalant but purposeful.

You blinked, a little surprised by the question. It wasn’t like you hadn’t noticed the light, but you had been meaning to get to it… eventually. You nodded. "Yeah, it’s in the drawer by the sink."

“Good. I’ll change that,” Seokjin said without missing a beat, moving toward the small kitchen area, his stride confident and purposeful. He was already opening the drawer, pulling out the spare bulb like he’d done this a hundred times before.

You watched, a little confused. "You know how to fix lights?" you asked, incredulous. Seokjin looked like the kind of guy who’d have someone else handle this for him.

He shot you a sly look over his shoulder, a grin spreading across his face. “I guess I’m a pretty handyman. Stop objectifying me by your female gaze. I’m more than just a pretty face.”

Before you could even comment on his arrogance, he had the old bulb out and the new one in, adjusting it with the precision of someone who had done this task a thousand times before. By his height alone, he didn’t have to step on a chair like you had been meaning to when you finally decide to change it. The flickering stopped, and the light above the door was back to normal.

“How long have you lived here?” he asked conversationally as he put the old bulb in the trash. He worded it as though he wasn’t fishing for information. He knew he could have asked his men to look you up. It wasn’t that Seokjin didn’t have the means to find out anything he wanted about anyone. He had access to resources that could easily pull up your history, your background, all the details of your life—if he wanted to. But for some reason, he hadn’t used them on you.

Seokjin was someone with almost no conscience. There were very few lines Seokjin hadn’t already crossed in his world. But something felt wrong, like he shouldn’t and couldn’t do that to you. He thought that you were the only one in his life that remained to be untainted by his dark world.

“Since I started working in the hospital. So…around two years now?”

Seokjin didn’t immediately respond. He was quiet for a moment, his eyes flickering over your apartment. His gaze swept over the space with a sharpness that made you feel like he was taking in more than just the physical layout. It was as if he was reading between the lines, seeing things you hadn’t even realized yourself.

Two years, he thought. And yet this place still looks like she moved in yesterday.

Moreover, he made sure to pay his people above the industry benchmark. He consistently only hired the best and the brightest. So why then were you living like this, he wondered. It didn’t add up.

“Sunshine,” he said, blinking at you with genuine concern, “are you poor?”

“Get out.”

---

Seokjin reached his car, the quiet hum of the night settling around him. The city was still alive in the distance, but here in your little street, it was almost too still. He opened the driver’s side door, but paused, his hand resting on the handle as he looked up toward your apartment window.

His face was unreadable—neutral, like a mask he’d perfected over the years. But behind his eyes, his thoughts were anything but calm.

Your reaction earlier, the way your body trembled from fear, the way you flinched and the way it took a moment for you to realize it was him…they were signs of something he just couldn’t quite put his finger onto just yet. Your reaction was too much for what he did. Yours was something that was conditioned. It was something that was familiar. And the worst part was how long it took you to realize it was him as though your mind took you somewhere far from him.

The state of your apartment definitely did not help where his mind was leaning into. The bareness of it pointed to one thing.

It was as though you were a flight risk.

Someone already halfway out the door, even while still standing inside.

With a quiet exhale, he stepped into his car, but his mind wasn’t on the road. Not yet. His jaw tightened slightly, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

Something happened. It made you want to leave…

He didn’t like the idea of you running. Not from a place, or a person, or a past.

Definitely not from him.

[4unnyr0se]

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➥ boktuo and his schoolboy crush

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ drabbles | smut

❥ tsukishima plays the waiting game | part i | part ii |

➥ tsukishima has a crush, but he bides his time

❥ tsukishima and asphyxiation

➥ tsukishima's little girlfriend likes his hands around her neck

❥ kuroo as your boss

➥ kuroo and his sexy new employee

❥ matching with haikyuu captains on tinder | part i | part ii | part iii | part iv |

➥ captains match with you on tinder

❥ pretty and possessive

➥ possessive! oikawa meets you at a party

❥ eat it from the back!

➥ kenma and akaashi eat it from the back

❥ til your teeth rot!

➥ how akaashi, osamu, kenma, and bokuto eat it

❥ morning breath

➥ morning sex with kenma and suna

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ drabbles | multiple | smut

❥ caught ya!

➥ catching you masturbating

❥ fuckin with the pretty setter squad | part i

➥ how the members of the pretty setter squad fuck

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ smau | smut

❥ spicy insta post reaction | part i | part ii |

➥ reacting to you posting a spicy pic on insta

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ headcanons | smut

❥ yuu nishinoya & morisuke yaku

➥ sfw & nsfw

❥ tobio kageyama

➥ sfw & nsfw

[chaoticallycosmic]

Viktoriya could only laugh as she watched Walt fix himself a drink. He certainly looked as if he was at home in Elysian. "If you ever wanted to change careers, I'm sure Kazimir wouldn't mind hiring you," she huffed in amusement as her eyes stalked his every move. "I'm sure it'll bring in many female clients," she teased him as she stepped closer to the bar and took one of the drinks he poured out. "Kaz definitely wouldn't mind the business it'd bring the bar," she continued before taking a large sip of the neat bourbon. She needed it. After the day from hell at work, she'd need more than one drink, though. Viktoriya loved her job, but it was a draining endeavor. "I really needed that," she commented, her eyes never leaving him as he moved around.

"Let me guess: Was it a stressful day at work, or did you just need to come and raid Kaz's top-shelf liquor?" Of course, she wanted to ask something else, but she refrained. Her mind didn't stop the thought: Or did you know I'd be here after work and wanted to see me too? She hoped for the third but was careful that it didn't show on her face. "Pour me another pozhaluysta (please)?" The nurse held her empty glass toward him, a lazy grin on her lips.

Open Starter

Walt McAllister - 42, heterosexual, private eye

Open to mutuals and non-mutuals

Connection Ideas - Partner / SO; client; ex; rival; bartender; patron

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“You’re right. Technically I’m not a bartender… but I could be,” Walt mused, holding their gaze as he finished pouring a neat bourbon for himself. The hour was late and well past closing time, meaning the private eye had full reign of the bar, a privilege he assumed he’d indulge in alone until the other had arrived unannounced. Before they could ask, Walt said, “Let me guess… you’re wondering what I’m doing here so late and how I got in? Well, I could ask you the same question… but how about we have a drink first?”

[tvchi]

Veiled Intentions: The Hunt, Prt 2

Disclaimers: DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK. DO NOT TRAIN AI WITH MY WORK.

Warnings: Mature Audiences ONLY: 18+, Minors DNI- Allusion to sexual intercourse, Profanity

Pairing: black male x black female Words: 3,642k

A/N: Here is Part 2 of this series. I'm really going to try to work on getting these parts out at least once a week. Again, don't hold me to that because life be lifing!!! This part is very logistical and technical. If crime, espionage, and cerebral thrillers aren't your thing, I understand. Please scroll. While you may need these details to understand some of the premises of the story and what may happen later on, you will probably pick up on things later on.

Summary: Y/N tries to regain her composure while meeting Terry. Amused, Terry throws a wrench in her plans while running into someone who could be the key to this entire case. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rendered speechless, you look around, trying to gain your composure and decide whether you will play along. Your heart fluttered in reaction to his gaze and the warmth that emanated from his presence. Usually, you were a lioness strolling fearlessly through a den of vipers. But today, you were as timid as a fawn as his eyes roamed your body. Your brain screamed for you to say something before this became a noticeable and awkward pause. If acting like he didn't meet you at the museum was his direction, then that's the direction this would take. After all, you just bumped into each other, and you never got his name or anything else.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N Olisa." He smiled brightly at your response while you wondered whether you should have come clean to Director Moore about your encounter. You sat down at the only empty chair in the room to the left of Director Moore's desk. 

"Now that you two know each other, Olisa, I need you to brief us on what you have found on the case so far and start from the beginning so that we can get ASAC Richmond up to speed."

"Right," you started, trying to gain the resolve to forget the set of grey-blue peering at you from the right. "Well, for the past three months, I have been in the field working with other operatives on Operation Green Ledger, investigating large-scale money laundering within a network of shell companies designed to conceal stolen wealth accumulated through drug trafficking and high-priced art.

We believe that a group called the Ghost Syndicate has been partnering with art powerhouse Elysian Art Consortium (EAC) to smuggle drugs within the art purchased by some of the major gangs and cartels here in the US Several silent auctions disguised as showcases have been happening. In the area more than usual.

In 2021, Harborview Heights was home to only three art museums. Its population is about 600,000, and its average income per household is $60,000. In 2024, the number of art museums and showcases doubled even though the population has only increased by 50,000 and its average income per household, adjusted for inflation, is about $70,000."

"That's not nearly enough money to buy and sell art at that rate," Terry chimed incredulously.

"Exactly. We noticed that this was happening in more than just Harborview. It's happening in Pinehurst, Kingston Circle, and Cedarwood. These surrounding towns are only maybe within a 60-mile radius of each other. So we started looking into the interwebs to see if there was any chatter about any new players in town. After weeks of searching, SA Donovan intercepted a series of encrypted communications between the CEO of EAC and a buyer by the name of Muammar Gadaffi."

“The Muammar Muhammad Abu Minyar al-Gadaffi?” Terry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"That's the one"

"Hmm"

"Right. As I asked some of my contacts in the CIA, they assured me there has not been any chatter from that family and anyone from the US in years, especially not in art or stolen artifacts."

"SA Donovan got me into one of these showcases that our CEO talked about with the cover, Alana Thomas. While there, I noticed that most people on the guest list weren't even Harborview residents. In fact, most of them flew in from out of the country. I made a contact that night, posing as an art enthusiast and buyer for an affluent family. I asked about how to bid on pieces and when they had auctions.

"The contact let it slip that the event I was attending was, in fact, a silent auction for some of the pieces but that he didn't think I would be interested in this month's pieces and to come back next month. Then some other operative bugged the place, posing as museum patrons, chaperones for field trips, etc." I continued.

"We are hoping that Olisa's Mark would provide fruitful information given his status in the EAC. It has been five grueling months, and more bids have taken place without knowing much about how to even receive a formal invite to bid. The invitations are heavily encrypted. Apparently, the designer used to be one of our own," Director Moore let out in frustration.

"Well, I've been formally invited as a plus one to the silent auction in two weeks. I seemed to impress one of the higher-ups at a company party last week. Adrian, my Mark, is curating the event and handling the guest list. I sent a copy over. So far, more than half of those people are major players in cartels worldwide. I am close to getting a handle on how first contact is made between the art dealers for EAC and the buyers. The key encryption on their computers changes every 18 hours."

Terry nods slowly, lips pursed in contemplation. His breathing slows, eyes trained on you as if he anticipated your next words. Your eyes go down to his big hands. They were strong and defined. The slight calluses on his fingertips and various small, healing scars on his knuckles told you he wasn't just pushing papers in his office. His fingernails were neatly trimmed and clean, tapping the arms of the seat he occupied. He stopped tapping when he noticed that you stopped speaking and were staring at his hands. You cleared your throat to relieve the tension that was building up in your chest.

"I'm assuming you are here with information about increased activity from the cartels," you said.

"No. I'm here because we need to wrap this up as quickly as possible. There's something big coming up the pipeline and we will need all hands on deck. We are asking everyone to clear their desks. The timeline is four months."

You laugh. "It took three to get an invite and look at the guest list. This is grade-A cyber encryption. There's no way we can wrap this in four months!" You look at Director Moore, eyes wide, and plead for help. 

"Olisa, ASAC Richmond will help you in this endeavor. We know that you are making some headway, but we are going to need all the help we can get if we are to meet the deadline. Please share the rest of your intel and show him around." 

"From operative to babysitter and secretary. My how the 'best and brightest' have fallen." Terry chuckles as he peers at you intently.

"And when you're done being a smart ass, make sure he has a copy of the case files."

You purse your lips in annoyance and then pull them into a tightly lined smile. 

"Yessir," you say. You turn to Terry, sitting in the chair, legs agape and elbows pressed against the arms of the seat. Your eyes were drawn to how muscular his legs were. Even underneath those suit pants, you could tell that he was well-toned. Quickly reverting your eyes to his face, you said, "Follow Me."

He rose from his seat, his build towering your frame. You two left the director's office and headed down the stairs. You started introducing him to everyone you passed by name, title, and what role they played in the case.

He greeted every last one with a congenial, dashing smile that reached his eyes and a "nice to meet you" or an "I'll try not to bother you too much, I promise." Once you finished introducing him to Brooke and apologizing for her lewd remarks, you stopped by the office with his placard beside the door you spotted while you were walking him over to Brooke.

"And this is you. SA Hilt will be coming over shortly with a copy of those case files you wanted, and if you need anything else, SA Donovan will be more than happy to assist you," you concluded, turning to face the door.

"What if I want you to assist me?" he asked sharply.

"Excuse me?" you replied, half-turned.

"You told me about everyone else you're pawning me off to. But what if I need you?" That flash of grey seized you once more, threatening to hold you hostage until an acceptable answer shot up from your mouth.

"I'm not sure in what situation you would need me."

"I can think of a couple of situations," he said mischievously. With your brow furrowing from his surprising lewdness, you turned around fully to face him.

 "From my understanding, we are attacking this from different angles. I'm supposed to stay with the Mark and I supposed you'd be posing as one of the buyers. Until the last 48 hours leading up to the auction, I'm not sure why you would need me."

"Well, for one," he started, folding his arms across his chest, "it seems like you know this case inside out and have been working this case since day one. Something stored in you may be the key to how we can get it; you just can't place it yet. Not sure how much you know about me," he stood and strolled towards you, eyes fixed on yours, "but I've been told that I'm pretty good at getting things that I want." Your body quivered at the heat of his gaze. 

"So advancing on operatives in the field, then showing up at their site pretending not to know them is how you get what you want?" you asked heatedly. The corners of his lips curled.

"Well, actually, this is our first time being introduced. You marched off before I could tell you my name."  His reply was swift, as though he anticipated the question. You assessed him, still trying to figure out his angle. 

"As I said, the other operatives will be here with you. I'm mostly in the field. I was here to collect some things before reporting to my post as assistant professor." He looked at you intently for a moment. Then, his demeanor changed to that of indifference.

"I'll walk you out."

"No need. Besides, I'm the one that knows my way around."

"Are things always this difficult with you?"

"Difficult," you said with a raised brow bordering on annoyance.

"Yes. Difficult," he repeated.

"I'm not sure what you mean, sir, but the only difficult thing about me at this present moment is the energy I would need to conjure to deal with an outsider coming into an investigation I spent months on and asking me not only to speed up my timeline but also calling me 'difficult' in the process," you replied poignantly. As you finished, he looked at you rather amused. "Is something funny?" 

He turned and walked behind his desk. Looking at the files on his desk and shuffling them around, he said, "Yeah, but I don't think HR would share my sense of humor. I'll keep it to myself, but I think I'm changing my opinion on 'difficult.' You wear it well."

His eyes hadn't left his desk once. Your face stalled, not knowing if you preferred the heat of his gaze or the coldness of his nonchalance wrapped in a sultry yet suggestive tone. "I guess I'll just find you. Thank you, SA Olisa." 

The finality in his tone urged you to move towards the door and out of his office. You weren't sure what was happening, but you needed to get a hold of yourself to see if you were going to last the next three months under this man. 

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TERRY

I watched her walk through the glass doors of the empty office, her curvy frame gliding down the hall. I never thought I would see her again let alone standing in Director Moore's Box. If I'm anything, it's intrigued.

I wanted to know her story, how she wound up here, how she could dissociate from her marks after an assignment was over, why this case meant so much to her, or why she couldn't look me in the eyes for more than three seconds at a time. I wondered whether the latter was partly because she felt that same rush of electricity I felt when we touched yesterday.

I pushed thoughts of Y/N aside as I began to look at the files in this case. A lot was riding on this, and I needed to give this all of my attention. A knock came to the door.

"Come in," I said without looking up.

"Would you like anything for lunch, sir? A couple of us are ordering." SA Brooke Donovan said with a bright smile.

"It's lunch already? I didn't realize."

"Well, technically, it's 2:00. But we just now decided on where everyone wanted to eat from."

I chuckled. "Okay, then I'll have whatever you're having."

"Okaaaaaaay, Sir," she replied with a bright, spirited smile." Whatever you want."

I chuckled. Brooke was definitely the one who brought light to everyone's dark days. I am also well aware of my effect on people, especially women. 

I worked through lunch and almost dinner reviewing the case files, looking for anything that was missed that could be a potential angle to work while everyone went through the other obvious roads. I even set up a case board inside my office to track all the information I gathered.

We needed to attack all fronts, but no one was posing as the transport. No delineation of the route taken to deliver the product since only the supplier knew where the product was stored. That would be the critical area of interception.

Another angle would be forcing a route change by making all parties involved aware that they were being watched. As I pondered these notions, my stomach growled. Heeding that warning, I stood up, packed my things, and headed out of the office in search of food.

Out of the Box and walking out of the campus's main library, I smelled her before I saw her.

Her long, toned legs walked down the aisle, a book in one hand and a cup in the other. The heels she wore made her calves and ass look like every man's dream. Her skirt fit snugly around her curves, stopping just below her knees. Her bell-sleeved blouse had a keyhole slit in the back that revealed her warm, mahogany skin. I watched her for a minute, moving to a desk in the corner of the library next to another self of books.

She moved intently, searching while removing several books and stacking them in her arms. Everything she did was poetic. The way she moved her locs out of her face, the way she placed the books she wasn't going to take with a single push of her index finger, the way she tilted her head upward as if making a mental note to revisit a topic later, all of it made me wonder.

I wondered what she thought about when no one required her to think about anything, what frightened her, what her favorite restaurant was, and what made her toes curl in heated passion. I haven't had a chance to contemplate hoisting a woman up by her legs and to drink from her well in a long while. Come to think of it, too long. Looking at her now, passions I forgot were there slowly rose, forming a tent in my slacks.

She placed them down on the counter at the front, where she exchanged pleasantries with the librarian, after which the librarian scanned the books and tucked them away underneath the counter. She strode to the front, and my feet followed, drawn.

When I finally reached the door, she was down the steps where some light-skinned dude was waiting on her. They embraced, and his hands trailed down to her lower back, then her ass, as he kissed her. A fire lit in my chest, my eyes glued to his hands. Then he opened the door to the car and let her climb inside. 

As he shut the door, he turned and seemed to look at me. Still far off from the tall steps, I'm not sure how much he saw of my face, but pride settled into my feet like lead and wouldn't permit me to move. We stared briefly at each other, and I watched him walk to the driver's seat and drive off.

I'm not sure what is drawing me to this woman or what about her makes me want to break every finger on that man's hands for touching her, but I knew that the timeline on this case had just moved up.

I spent the next few days between the Box and my rental, visiting all the different sites of the case. I felt at home on the road because it allowed me to think out loud, from the most far-fetched ideas to the safest ones.

It also let me think about what I would do about my obvious attraction to Y/N. She's been running through my head lately, especially about how committed she is to her cover and the Mark. From how things looked the other night, he's familiar with her in ways that made me seeth wrathfully. While there was absolutely no place for an office romance, my body yearned for the weight and warmth of her. Whatever small disdain she has for me and my orders should deter me. Yet it does nothing but make me wonder what she sounds like, shouting expletives as I fill her with my girth.

God knows I love a good brat. He also knows I'm tired of going from home to home with no intent of lying my head in any one place. Not feeling safe enough to believe that I can have something permanent. Something good.  Something that would stay with me as I aged.

Many of my cohorts share this sentiment, but some strive for 'happily ever after' anyhow. I then started to wonder what 'happily ever after' would look like for me. Who would be sitting beside me? Who would be in the back seat? What would home look like? What would it smell like? The last question or thought crashed into me with a strong wave. Would it quiet my mind if I gained all these things, and would the nightmares go away? 

Quickly unlocking the safe of my mind and placing those intricate thoughts back in their place, I parked at the library's side entrance. I hopped out of the Mustang, grabbing my briefcase from the passenger's side. I made my way towards the steps.

"Excuse me," I heard. I turned slightly and saw him. "I was wondering if you worked here."

I studied him carefully, trying to decipher whether his question was rhetorical or genuine. When I didn't answer, he continued to speak.

"I've never seen you before, so I was wondering whether you worked here."

"Lots of people come through here. It is a university."

"Yea. That's true. It is a university. But most new people tend to be students, and it's heading towards the end of the semester. I also used to go here, and I know most of the people who work in this building. I've never seen your face before." That piqued your interest even further. There was little doubt that he had seen your face, or most of it, the other night. 

"Well outside of the fact that there are over 300 graduate school programs, other agencies and programs utilize the university's libraries of work or research and are allowed day passes for a small fee. But you went here, so you knew that. So unless you work security around here or a cop, I'm unsure what you want from me."

"A grad student can afford a whip like that?" He whistled as his eyes ran the length of my car. "You must be paying tuition out-of-pocket."

I looked at my watch in feigned annoyance. "I'm late, so do you have a question for me, Officer?"

"Oh, I'm not a cop."

"No?" he moved closer to him, "You move like one."

His eyes never left mine as he spoke calmly. "Nah. I'm not a cop. I just have something precious inside. There's a lot of history there. Its beauty was meant to be displayed for all to see, but that doesn't mean that there aren't people looking to possess it for themselves."

"Okay, now I'm confused. Are you in security or art history?" I said sarcastically. I wanted to know how deep his obsession with Y/N ran and what lengths he would go to keep her.

He chuckled with an air of arrogance. "You can say it's a bit of both. I've always been fascinated by how curators can showcase the most priceless pieces of human history while being confident that no one will walk out the front door with them. By the way, I didn't catch your name."

"That's because I didn't throw it. Do you stop everyone you don't recognize coming into the building or just the ones built like me?"

"Only the ones with that look in their eye," he said, almost sneering. 

"Hmm. Not just what that look is."

"You know, the one that longs for more. For something they can't have"

"Oh, that one. Well, I've never had to steal anything. I either earned it or paid for it."

"Is that right"

"Yes. That's right. Oh, and I think that curators rest in knowing that their pieces are insured and protected by the police force. This is a pretty safe campus in a properly policed city. Unless…”

"Unless?"

"Unless, somehow, your valuable item has free will and can choose to walk out with whoever it chooses to. I really am late. It was very…interesting meeting you," I said with a slight grin and trotted up the steps with gleeful ease, knowing that the game clock had officially started.

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[chaaistained]

☕︎ visual brew; gwendolyn thomara •°

arrowverse dr — aesthetic archive [[ moodboard + desc + playlist ]]

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🗝️ you’ve now unlocked the tea leaf tapestry of my arrowverse dr ≈

whiskey eyes that dart back and forth, scanning her surroundings in a span of seconds—gwendolyn thomara is alert, aware, cautious and above everything else, she is laying in wait for the eventual release of her shackled rage.

hidden among the civilians that she calls friends, gwen moves with the padded quiet of a silent hunter. a living ambush. a lady sher.

half her mind occupied with the daily happenings of meta-human madness, mixed with the muddled feelings of simmering anticipation that erupt every time she locks eyes with a certain brown haired, goofy grinned csi forensic scientist.

the other half ruminates; her past remains kept under lock and key, shoved to the back of her minds cage, waiting patiently to be overturned by the fates twisted hands.

a rampant, a runaway, a rogue—a reflexive response to confrontation. taught and nurtured and bred from youth. it’s in her blood, in her legacy.

and she can feel it; the scrutiny of her actions, the weight of the blood on her hands, grimed and gritty and caked under her nails.

one hand clawing up from her self-chosen hell, the other hand refusing to let go of a life once known.

but, you see, the funny thing about trying to tame a beast, is that it’s not entirely possible.

after all, they named her TIGRESS .. maybe it was time she showed them why.

listening to : gwendolyn thomara ━━━━─────────────●── ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤ ↻

now playing :

၊||၊▸ sun bleached flies — ethel cain

၊||၊▸ it’s called: freefall — rainbow kitten surprise

၊||၊▸ anything — adrianne lenker

၊||၊▸ breathe again — joy oladukun

၊||၊▸ i’ll be good — jaymes young

don’t swallow the tea leaves ! for they leave you a message 🍂

this was so much fun !! i’ll admit i was stumped during the description because i just have so many thoughts about my dr self/oc

and yes, if you didn’t know, my dr self is also an oc of mine in a fic that i’m writing !!

long story short — i realised that my original idea was way too traumatic for a dr but i was so connected to the story that i figured i’d write a fan fiction on it (and also, it’s just an added bonus that i get to satisfy my need to “live out” the fic by playing the character of Gwen in one of my fame dr’s !!)

another reason why i like changing up my name, because while i love my irl name, i really “get into character” if i have a different name even tho gwen’s just me but tweaked a little

now my dr story is largely changed from my fic , meaning it’s less traumatic, more mystery-esque with a lot of quintessential happy endings because i don’t want to shift to gwen’s fic-life . believe me … (i will be posting something about the differences between both dr and fic!!)

finally, this post was directly inspired by the lovely @elysian-fawn and her mood board posts about her dr’s — they’re absolutely beautiful!!

chaai brews; tea assortments — dr archive

2025 © chaaistained

[akumanie]

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Harry leaned down sharply and kissed him. He took his lower lip between his own, sucked it into his mouth, stole it away and swallowed all its taste. Snape's fingers, hooked into his body, momentarily intensified their grip, almost as if he was trying to break Harry in half. And then they relaxed, sliding down his sides and pressing against his hips. Such — pleasure...! Harry snuggled closer, tight, no space between them. Running his left hand into the black hair, he carded his fingers through it, soft at first, then clenched the strands into his fist; his other hand moved down Snape's cheek, over the edge of his chin, to his throat and the back of his neck, hungrily touching every bit of exposed skin, his fingers digging under the collar of his shirt; more! I want more... Snape exhaled hotly, and the searing heat brought Harry to his knees. He's has completely given up on sanity.

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Thank you so much @nsf-ko for creating this amazing fanart to accompany chapter 25 of Elysian Key by Alice O'Really. It's gorgeous and absolutly stunning! 😍❤️🥰

[the-mortuary-witch]

CERBERUS

WHO IS HE?

Cerberus, often referred to as the hound of Hades, is a gigantic three-headed dog. In Greek mythology, Hades was the god of the underworld and the dead, and Cerberus was his faithful companion who guarded the entry to the underworld to prevent the living from entering and the dead from escaping. Cerberus was a powerful guardian and was feared for his ferocity and strength.

BASIC INFO:

Appearance: in Greek mythology, Cerberus is typically described as a three-headed dog-like creature with a serpent-like tail. He is often depicted with a black or dark-coloured body, and he typically has sharp fangs and eyes. Cerberus is often described as being extremely aggressive and fierce.

Personality: Cerberus is often described as being fierce, aggressive, and extremely protective of the gates of Hades. In mythology and folklore, he is often depicted as being loyal and faithful to Hades, but also as being quick to anger. He is said to always be alert and on guard, with a strong sense of duty and protection. He is also said to be a wise and powerful being, with immense strength and ferocity.

Symbols: three-headed dog, Bident of Hades, keys, cauldrons, chains and binding, Gates of Hades, and fire

Guardian of: the Gates of Hades

Culture: Greek

Plants: wolfs-bane, yarrow, mint, cyclamen, nightshade, lilies, mullein flowers, black oak tree, mistletoe, and cedar trees

Crystals: black obsidian, black tourmaline, black onyx, smoky quartz, black labradorite, and black kyanite

Animals: dogs, wolves, black snakes, and goats

Incense: dragon’s blood, frankincense, black musk, patchouli, myrrh, sandalwood, and vetiver

Practices: protection, setting boundaries, animal magick, shadow work, healing, and transformation

Colours: black, red, gold, silver, and yellow

Number: 3

Zodiacs: Scorpio

Tarot: Death

Planet: Pluto

Days: Monday, new or full moons, and Samhain

Parents: Echidna and Typhon

Siblings: Orthrus, Lernaean Hydra, and Chimera

Partner: N/A

Companions: Hades and Zagreus

Children: N/A

MISC:

• Triple head: Cerberus' most prominent symbol is his three heads, which symbolizes of the past, present, and future. The three heads also represent Cerberus' connection to the three realms of the Underworld: Elysium (or the Elysian Fields), Tartarus, and the Asphodel Meadows.

• Chains: he is associated with chains primarily due to his capture by Heracles as part of his twelfth labor. Heracles, under the command of King Eurystheus, was tasked with bringing Cerberus up from the Underworld. To accomplish this, Heracles subdued Cerberus, often depicted as a three-headed dog, and bound him in chains before presenting him to Eurystheus. This act of binding Cerberus with chains is a key part of the myth and symbolizes Heracles' triumph over the monstrous guardian of the Underworld.

• Dogs: Cerberus is associated with dogs because according to Greek mythology, he was a giant three-headed dog that guarded the gates of Hades. Dogs were often believed to be sacred to the gods in Greek mythology, and were associated with death because they were the animal most closely associated with the deceased. Dogs were also associated with the act of guarding and protecting, as seen in the legend of the three-headed dog Cerberus.

• Snake: it is often depicted that he has a snake for a tail. Additionally, Cerberus' parents are the Echidna (half-snake) and Typhon (a serpentine giant), which likely contributes to its serpentine nature.

• Fire: he is associated with fire through its parentage and depictions in mythology. Cerberus' father, Typhon, is a fire-breathing giant, and Cerberus himself is sometimes described as breathing fire or having fiery eyes. These associations link Cerberus to the destructive power and heat of fire, further emphasizing its fearsome nature as a guardian of the Underworld.

• Keys: Cerberus is associated with keys in ancient Greek mythology because of his role as the fierce guard dog of the Underworld. Hades, the god of the dead, gave Cerberus the task of guarding the entrance of the Underworld to prevent the dead from leaving and the living from entering. Cerberus had three heads, which allowed him to see in all directions and make sure no one could get in or out. The keys that were associated with Cerberus were likely symbolic representations of the power that Cerberus had over the Underworld and the souls that resided there.

FACTS ABOUT CERBERUS:

• Cerberus is named after the Greek word creoboros meaning "flesh-devouring". Another suggested etymology derives Cerberus from "Kerberethrou", meaning "demon of the pit".

• In art Cerberus is most commonly depicted with two dog heads (visible), never more than three, but occasionally with only one.

• It is said that Cerberus guards the Underworld gates, waiting at the river of Acheron to stop all who try to enter the Underworld.

• He has been a part of Greek mythology since the earliest times, and has been seen as a symbol of protection, rebirth, and the protection of the soul.

• In some stories, Cerberus' three heads are said to represent past, present, and future, and his flaming breath represents the cycle of life and death.

• Cerberus is believed to be the offspring of Typhon and Echidna, but is also said to be the child of Hades and Persephone.

• He is said to have the ability to breathe flames, chew through metal, and see in the dark.

HOW TO INVOKE CERBERUS:

Start by addressing Cerberus with a respectful greeting, such as 

"Great Cerberus, guardian of the Underworld, I am here to worship and honour you." Make an offering to Cerberus. There are many different types of offerings you can make, such as food, drinks, herbs, crystals, flowers, incense, or other small treasures. Sit quietly and meditate on your connection with Cerberus. This could include imagining an image of Cerberus, visualizing yourself in his presence, or engaging in prayer or conversation with him. 

Show your devotion and respect to Cerberus by performing an act of service or helping others in some way in his honour. End the worship session by giving a final offering and farewell and expressing gratitude for the experience and any blessings that were received during the session.

PRAYER FOR CERBERUS:

Great Cerberus, three-headed guardian of the underworld, I call upon you now to aid me in this time of need. I seek your protection and guidance as I traverse this treacherous journey. Please grant me your strength and wisdom and aid Me in navigating the twists and turns of the dark path I walk. I offer you this prayer as a sign of my devotion and respect. Hear my plea and lend me your power now.

Great Cerberus, I give thanks to you, who has granted me your protection and guidance. I am grateful for your strength and wisdom and the guidance you have offered me. I bid you Farewell for now, and look forward to meeting you again, Hail Cerberus!

SIGNS THAT CERBERUS IS CALLING YOU:

• Sudden and intense connection or fascination with him or his symbol.

• A strong feeling of warmth or comfort when you think about him.

• You have recurring dreams about him or his symbol.

• Noticing that you are drawn to research, study, or contemplate his domain.

• You start to see his symbol everywhere you go or in places where you don't normally expect it.

• Vivid or lucid dreams about Cerberus.

• Recurring thoughts and images of Cerberus during your waking hours.

• You feel a deep sense of connection and affinity with Cerberus, even without having had prior contact with him.

• You find yourself drawn to learning more about Cerberus's symbolism and mythology.

• You experience unusual coincidences or synchronicities involving Cerberus.

OFFERINGS:

• Dog toys, collars, and/or leashes.

• Incense: dragon’s blood, frankincense, black musk, patchouli, myrrh, sandalwood, and vetiver

• Bones and other relics associated with the Underworld and death.

• Money.

• Items that are related to Hades (ex: dark-colored items or things associated with death).

• Black, red, gold, silver, or yellow candles

• Food and drinks: honey cakes, milk, honey, dog treats, chocolate or other desserts, water, and meat.

• Depictions of dogs, three-headed dogs, and wolves.

• Crystals: black obsidian, black tourmaline, black onyx, smoky quartz, black labradorite, and black kyanite.

DEVOTIONAL ACTS:

• Caring for animals.

• Supporting/donating to animal rights organizations.

• Taking care of dogs (ex: taking them to the vet, exercise, etc).

• Acts to protect and preserve natural environments aligns with his divine energy. This could include planting trees, picking up litter, caring for gardens or parks, and exploring ways to reduce pollution and environmental damage.

• Volunteering at an adoption centre.

• Taking the time to meditate and pray to Cerberus is always a great way to express devotion and connection. Sit quietly and focus your attention on him, imagine his presence and image, or engage in conversation with him.

• Donating to adoption centres.

• Make homemade dog treats (with dog safe ingredients!)

• Creating your own rituals and ceremonies to honour Cerberus and his power is another meaningful way to show devotion and respect.

• Learning about dogs and/or wolves.

• Consider creating an altar to him or performing a spell to petition him for guidance or assistance in your life.

• Training/learning how to train dogs.

[lunaefall]

Amphoreus is a World Long Gone: A Theory

Hardly an original theory at this point, especially for HI3 veterans, but I was thinking that by writing my own post I could bring up my own points, maybe something new to the discussion.

HSR did not shy away with the nods to HI3, bringing back the Flamechasers (a group of fallen heroes). Some characters are familiar faces and some are complete originals, but the story they're going for is a new version of the Elysian Realm.

And we know the Elysian Realm is a memory simulation, but then how is Amphoreus the same? Well, let's get into the different points that support this theory.

The Trailblazer themself is Remembrance.

This probably isn't much to go off of as a starting point, but I'd like to mention that every Path the Trailblazer unlocked since Belobog has been deeply meaningful and relevant to the story. This already means that Remembrance is a key player in the Amphoreus arc.

And what does Remembrance focus on? Memory. Amphoreus being a memory noe isn't that outlandish, but it still needs more evidence — and this brings me to the next point, one we had since 2.3.

Amphoreus can only be accessed through the Remembrance.

The Garden of Recollection being the only faction that can detect Amphoreus seems strange at first — unless you remember that the Memokeepers are tasked with finding and recording memories. They may have found Amphoreus due to it being a memory as well.

Black Swan also referred to it as the 'Eternal Land', meaning it may be preserved as a memory of a specific period of time.

This is where the similarities to Elysian Realm really show, as this simulation in HI3, based on the Elysium Fields, also preserves past memories.

And the Elysian Realm is, in fact, based conceptually on Greek mythology in how it serves as a 'sanctuary' where the memories of past heroes are located.

And now, comes my final point.

The drip marketing title is different for Aglaea.

Notice the difference in the titles for the drip marketing for 3.0? The Herta's "Extraterrestrial Satellite Communication" is pretty similar to previous marketing posts, but Aglaea's is different. "Amphoreus' Saga of Heroes".

This is almost as if no message is being communicated and we're running into the records of someone already dead. It's no wonder The Herta herself is getting involved in Amphoreus, she probably wants to research Fuli and the Remembrance more from it. And she rarely gets involved in a situation in-person so this has got to be big if she's joining in.

Speaking of Aglaea's drip marketing, we do have this quote from it.

"You shall summon the heroes of this world, and lead them to once again embark on an endless journey."

And there's the Trailblazer drip marketing description too.

The Trailblazer sets sail toward the unknown. Alongside their newest companion, Mem, they will record the adventures and stories they experience in Amphoreus — And "memories" will also flourish eternally, paving the path for the journey ahead and recording glorious sagas.

Rewriting the story of Amphoreus

I think the quill in the skills of our Remembrance TB represents that this time, the TB will rewrite the story of Amphoreus and change its fate.

Just like, in the Elysian Realm, Elysia was able to summon the remaining 12 Flamechasers and use the power (literal game mode buffs) they blessed her with to defeat the Herrscher of Corruption. Making them into real heroes that helped save the world, rather than repeating their tragic fall from the Previous Era.

That's all for my theories and thoughts on this topic. Let's see if this turns out accurate or is another one of my late night stupid imaginings again (it's literally past midnight for me).

[elysiansparadise]

My Lovely Elysian ✨🍀 Hope you doing very well 🤍

Can you help me and tell how should I heal and behave in a relationship when we have Aries Saturn 24° square Cancer Sun, Cancer Mercury, Capricorn Venus and Aqu Neptune?

I know it seems like nightmare but I he is the love of my life and I want our relationship works!

In our Davison chart Saturn is in Taurus and Sextile Venus and Mars! In Synastry is So-So (Trine Mercury, Uranus and Neptune. Opposite Venus and Pluto. Square Jupiter)!

In Our progressed Composite chart for many years Saturn is in Aries and well aspect (Trine Sun, Mercury, Mars)! Can this mean good?

I would be the most grateful and happy person in the world if you answer 🤍 thank you so much

Hello love, I hope you’re doing well too. 🤍

Before we begin, I'd like to say how much I appreciate you trusting me to support or advise you. I think it's very nice that you're taking this step to see the areas you and your partner can work on. I'd like to add that in a relationship, it's important for both parties to work and do their part to make it work; and your making this decision shows me that you genuinely want it.

And I'd like to point out that I can't tell you how to behave in a relationship. I would say that you have to be yourself at all times; what I can give you are some tips for dealing with squares.

With that being said, I have the following tips:

-> With the Sun-Saturn square, understanding and acceptance are key. Both need to learn to appreciate their differences and not expect the other to be the way they want. There may be some differences in temperament and personality; one may be more withdrawn with the other; and in a relationship, both need to adapt to each other.

-> With the Saturn-Mercury square, active listening and being clear about what they need at the moment are crucial. You may want advice, support, or simply a listening ear. Communicate this. One of you is likely more practical and wants to focus on solutions, but you also need to leave room for venting, for expressing yourself without fear or worry, only with the goal of letting out everything that's bothering us inside.

-> The Saturn-Venus square can make one of you more reserved with your feelings, and even somewhat shy about it. A balance and patience are necessary here. Opening up isn't an easy task, but you can work slowly, reassuring yourselves that it's safe with each other. Ask for and respect boundaries, treat each other with kindness, and talk about how you like to be loved or what you need to feel good in a relationship.

-> Finally, with the Saturn-Neptune square, both partners need to speak clearly, honestly, and clearly state what they want from the relationship. There may be a tendency toward idealization, so it's also best to keep their feet firmly on the ground. There are differences in the way they see the world (one more practical, the other more idealistic), but they can benefit from this: one can teach the other to be more organized or focused, and the other can soften their self-importance and help them relax a bit. Keep in mind, this is a process. It's not about imposing behaviors on the other, but rather exploring them little by little.

The trines in the progressed composite chart are very helpful, and indicate that greater stability can be achieved with the passing of the years. They demonstrate patience, dedication, and loyalty.

[flower-grown-ids]

Hellooo can we get an ID pack based on Kagamine Rin please? ~🌈🌟

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(🌿) Titles; The Vocal Echo, The Shining Voice, The Golden Melody, The Echoing Songstress, The Neon Lights, The Twin’s Harmony, The Chime of the Dawn, The Luminous Tune, The Bright Serenade, The Rhythmic Dream, The Sunlit Song, The Harmonic Soul, The Clear Notes, The Vibrant Echo, The Song of the Stars, The Radiant Chorus, The Melodic Ray, The Eternal Voice, The Symphony of Light, The Voice of Tomorrow

(🌼) Names; Kagamine, Rin, Lumiara, Sonara, Rinara, Melodine, Liora, Elysia, Harmona, Virelle, Chiarra, Serenya, Lyra, Auralyn, Cadence, Vespera, Arisa, Solene, Amelina, Novara, Saphira, Lyric, Tanara, Seraphine, Aurelia, Rielle, Lyrielle, Mirana, Thalira, Elara, Calista, Sonelle, Isolyn, Aria, Zephira, Liora, Meliora, Aveline, Celestia, Alina, Elysian, Orlina, Viora, Lunara, Song

(🌿) Pronouns; She/Her Shi/Hir Shy/Hyr Sh💛/H💛r They/Them Thiy/Thim Thy/Thym Th💛y/Th💛m Hy/Hymn H💛/H💛m Rin/Rinself, Beat/Beatself, Note/Noteself, Song/Songself, Mic/Micself, Vox/Voxself, Tune/Tuneself, Echo/Echoself, Bass/Bassself, Drum/Drumself, Chord/Chordself, Solo/Soloself, Key/Keyself, Loop/Loopself, Rock/Rockself, Pop/Popself, Rhythm/Rhythmself, Voice/Voiceself, Pitch/Pitchself, Vibe/Vibeself, Sync/Syncself, Pulse/Pulseself, Reverb/Reverbself, Wave/Waveself, Track/Trackself, DJ/DJself, Sample/Sampleself, Vinyl/Vinylself, Noise/Noiseself, Static/Staticself, Ribbon/Ribbonself 💛/💛s

(🌼) Genders; Ringender, Ringirlgender, vocaloidgender, melodygender, echoingender, songgender, yellowgenders, harmonigender, synthgender, twinvoicegender, stargender, rinshinegender, lanterngender, sunshinegender, voicegender, chimegender, lightringender, highnotegender, rhythmgender, songbirdgender, goldenvoicegender, neongender, clefgender, clearvoicegender, dreamgenders, mirrorvoicegender, ribbongender, girlboy, agender

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Writeblr's Reintroduction

I'm making an effort to do more than reblog. You can remind me.

Open to asks. If you're looking for advice I'm your Tumblr. Writing teacher. Art teacher. Ex English teacher. Specialties in the creative process and creative block. Love to write sci-fi and fantasy with romance in them. Mature, mild spice. Not closed door but not explicit either. Love to read historical romance (it's self-care.) I'm also an artist and I'm painting and designing my own book cover.

Debut Novel

Spacewitch, by Rowena Murillo on Amazon ebook. Kindle Unlimited. (Paperback coming soon.) Mona and her sentient alien spaceship, Dragon, travel Sol System selling “magic” charms made with alien tech to the norms. They call her Witch and she avoids personal entanglements, just the way she likes it…Until the stowaway shows up and Mona’s past reaches out and snags her, pulling her back into the consequences of the horrible choices she made long ago.

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Moonshine. The 100 x Firefly x The Expanse. Captain Jai Santos would LOVE a boring life, instead he’s got an alien biomech ship that's either dying or becoming sentient and the empire is hunting them to get back the fugitive princess he’s fallen in love with.

WIPS yes these are all in the same universe

Double Trouble (working title) Sci-fi hope punk romance. Two criminals are on the run from a murderous pirate so they hide out as fake-married farmers on a sentient space station.

Cybelle Station Cozy Sci-fi. Cybelle Station is newly sentient, although the previous owners stripped her of everything that wasn't nailed down. Sephi Bravo thinks that means she needs a single-mom resort manager to put things back together. Does Cybelle also need her void kitty? You bet she does.

Biome The crew of Moonshine has to stop the Elysium from turning the human diaspora into their indentured servants, to do so, Blue has to go undercover back into the glamorous universe she fled from, and her best friend Malika has to go to the Down Below underworld to make sure the Empire is exposed.

Sleepers Awake. Kiara "Key" Korbie is the hidden daughter of one of the high and mighty Elysians. She lives in Downed New York, attempting to get into as much trouble as she can, until she discovers the plot her father is involved in and confronts him-- only to wake up on a spaceship, a hundred years later, not knowing who she is.

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