#I wrote this ages ago!

[eternal-work-in-progress]

A Letter For The Dead.

“The Filii Blue…. We call them the Guards. Actually, they called themselves the Guards first; we only followed their lead. While Filii Indigoska maintain the four realms, the Filii Blue protect and care for the cores that arrive. The World Beyond is a realm unlike anything else in our universe. Its maximum energy capacity is so low that only a Filius’ core can make it through the Middle World’s gate. Except, to be Guards, the Filii Blue decided they need some kind of solid form, and now, we call them Wisps. Their forms are so delicate that few of them can survive in any other realm before being crushed. But they are powerful and functional in the World Beyond.

Unfortunately, this means that their cores are not strong enough to persist after death in the same way that other Filii with proper solid forms can.

Their cores will instead fall to the ground and wedge themselves into the earth. And from their landing spot sprouts a large blue crystal. It is night unbreakable. A natural and permanent tombstone. Luckily, although they can be killed, the Filii Blue cannot die in a ‘natural’ or ‘traditional’ sense. And it is very, very difficult to harm or murder a Filius Blue….

So… when I discovered… a forest of blue crystals in the World Beyond’s fields, I felt sick. Worse, some of the crystals had been shattered. I had stumbled my way into a span of desecrated corpses while seeking refuge. There were weapons and shields that littered the ground. And in the distance, there was a roar.

I saw the Soulstice that day. There were so many eyes…

I cannot take these memories. I cannot take this loneliness any longer. No realm is safe anymore. I am sorry to my people, but there is nothing I can do to continue us.

Find me with Phantasia.

Filius Lila: Einarr Förlorat”

[waaavictim]

i want to fuck him until he’s stupid and sobbing on it. until he can’t talk anymore and has no more attitude to give to me.

[canarybell]

A little touch of Miles in the night

Do you think about this Michael Sheen post as often as I do?

Cause...you can see what he meant here, right? Comparing Aziraphale (especially this Aziraphale, with this boa) to Miles Maitland. Comparing two Sheens with twenty years between them.

And it's not just a boa. They are so...them. Gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide. Dramatic. Flamboyant. You can see this similarity in their energy in these particular moments.

And yet...is it all? Or there is something else?

Spoilers for "Bright Young Things" under the cut. tw:homophobia, just in case.

You remember what happened to Miles in the end of his storyline? To sweet, frivolous, charming Miles?

The police got Miles' letters to his ex-lover. It was 1930s, and one piece of paper with love confessions inside could lead you to prison. So he had to leave for France to avoid arrest, without even really packing his things. And it's happened just before WW2, so his further fate in soon-to-be occupied France was...unclear, let's say that.

And you know what's happening to our angel here?

He's so silly and happy. He's spending the night with a demon he just recently realized to be madly in love with. Crowley trusts him - as he showed in another round of their peculiar roleplay. He was able to be a terrible magician for one evening. This is a perfect evening, right? He's happy and is ready to share this happiness with the whole world.

There is knock in the door. In this second Aziraphale is beaming and shouts "Enter!".

The next second the door will be opened. Hell is gonna come into the dressing room. Hell that has evidence of an impossible, criminal connection. Hell, ready to trample not only over this second joy, not just this evening - but all past and possible future evenings too. Ready to destroy all of Crowley, and with him, all of Aziraphale.

All thanks to one piece of paper.

……. It was good that Aziraphale knew that trick with the photograph, wasn't it? After all, he and Crowley have nowhere to run to within the confines of Earth - the jurisdiction of Heaven and Hell is somewhat wider than that of an English court.

[a11eya]

keigo’s secretary tells him that he absolutely cannot skip the department get together after work today. they’re welcoming a new employee to the commission, and he needs to show his face.

he’s so tired. he’s not in the mood. but he goes anyway—he’s president after all. at dinner, he’s all smiles, chatty and pleasant. he makes small talk with you, the new employee, and counts down the minutes until he can make an excuse and leave.

“karaoke, anyone?” someone shouts, and they’re met with excited shouts of agreement.

keigo’s forced to tag along with them to a nearby karaoke room, despite weak excuses that he’s too old for this, he’s in his 30s.

he sits and watches as his department eggs you on, pushing you to be first to sing as the newbie.

you’re good-natured about it, agreeing easily. you choose an upbeat love song.

when you begin singing, it’s like someone’s trailed their fingers up his spine. reached into his chest and sent a shock into his heart, jumpstarting his system.

he doesn’t have wings anymore. doesn’t have his enhanced sight, his sensitivity to sound anymore.

but maybe he’s still a bird, inside, caught as he is by the notes of your song, the sweetness of your voice.

[the-magpie-archives]

Tips for writing London as a setting if you've never been there

London's a popular place to set a story! It's often imagined as sexy, cool, and suave. Whilst this is sometimes true, the thing that it predominantly is, is absolutely and entirely chaotic! So here are some aspects that you may not know about:

-Public transport is absolutely crucial to the infrastructure! Few people drive in London because of how well connected it is, and bus stops and train stations are often used as meeting points or details in directions.

-There's a LOT of crime, like, a lot. All cities have it, but London has a lot of variety. Stabbings are incredibly common (to the extent where it becomes a bit of a joke), almost everyone has a story where they've found or seen a dead body, and there are many money laundering/drug den fronts under the guise of highstreet shops (they're not well hidden).

-Despite it's chaos there's a strong code of etiquette most people hold themselves too. Some are actual rules (stand on the right side of escalators, don't queue jump) but some are simply social expectations (don't stop in the middle of the pavement, keep your bags close to your body, don't take up multiple seats.)

-A lot of tourists to the city are COMPLETELY FERAL and widely hated. They'll stand in the middle of the road, block up bridges, swing around cameras and selfie sticks in busy places, and completely ignore the social standards of polite society. People Do Not Like This. (also American tourists have a tendancy to just randomly start conversation with people? It's a bit weird and generally not done but it's not strictly a bad thing.)

-Rush hour is INSANE. We're talking almost static traffic, trains so packed that you're pressed into people on every side, buses that are so full they can't stop to let more people on. Some days it's better some days it's worse, but if you can avoid travelling at those times YOU DO.

-There are a lot of scam artists on the streets. Most major cities have these, they suck, they're aggressive, and they'll take your money! Some give you flowers and then force you to pay, some take photos of you and boost up the price to get them, there's always new ones, they're relentless, and you've gotta tell them to fuck off.

-Black cabs are not at all popular for normal people! They cater to tourists, rich people, and old people. They're great, the cab drivers are hard working and very knowledgeable, but they're also very expensive. Awful as it is, uber's cheaper if you're desperate, but buses go everywhere so it's just not really worth it.

[bluespring864]

People mourn, when athletes age. And that's okay. I do it to. You can't help but feel for someone who's past their prime, who moves slower, scrapes by, stops winning. Stops.

But.

But.

There's such beauty in it though.

Aging warriors, all of them, with their battle wounds, reaching, reaching for one last dance, one last hurrah, not quite getting there.

Everything that has been is still in them, and sometimes it peeks through, and brings a flicker of pure joy.

Most days, they will have to bow their head, these men and women, but it's not a picture of defeat, not truly. It's an acknowledgement of all they have achieved.

A memento and a reminder all at once, that everything is beautiful because it's finite, not in spite of it.

So don't avert your eyes. See the beauty that has been.

Because it's still there, if only you know how to look.

Superhuman, they called them. Now, gradually they're becoming human again. Human and fallible and you'd think it makes them shrink, but no.

There they are, with their head held high now, and a wry smile on their lips.

There they are, with their back turned to the crowd, shoulders straight, walking away. Leaving a mark.

Because there they are, with their arms raised after their first win, with their knees bruised and their muscles aching, but the biggest smile on their face.

People move on, sure, but people remember, too.

They have left their mark.

[clovariia]

we can FINALLY post our pieces for the @tohgrimoire zine!!! i wrote a fic about luz and her family visiting her father's grave. it's a tragic but healing time for all of them.

thank you so much to @astrolavas for drawing the devastating spot art and the zine's writing mod @taruchinator for helping with beta reading!!! all the zine contributors and mods were so sweet and encouraging. i'm so grateful that i got to be a part of this project! thank you to everyone for all the support!!!!!! 🦉💕

🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/58919038

[aprito]

sos fam...they are so important to me actually...

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I've been thinking a lot about Leonarda's not-death ever since it happened back in April.

("What death?" you might ask, to which I say: "EXACTLY!")

Back in mid-April, Vegetta and Leonarda were mining together in a one-block wide tunnel. A mob (a Petriman) got between the two of them, and Vegetta told Leonarda to step back while he took care of it. At this point, they'd spent enough time together that he trusted Leo to listen to him.

Instead, she was killed by the same sweeping edge bug that killed her siblings.

-

Vegetta's reaction here is what's really interesting to me. Unlike most other parents on the Island, there are no shouts or tears – only a very brief "Hmm" and then silence. He very quietly takes stock of the situation, saying "Vegetta, no" and wondering aloud why Leo didn't defend herself. In chat, Foolish says "It was a bug, right? LAG" to which Vegetta slowly responds "Yes, lag. Bug." (Despite this, Foolish still asks "WHAT HAPPENED" in chat, though Vegetta doesn't reply).

Instead, he creates a slightly wider space in the tunnel where Leo's body is. He continues quietly taking stock of the situation, wondering why Leo didn't defend herself (which is what necessitated his intervention). She'd been lagging a lot that day, and he figures that must be the cause, and eventually when Leo re-appears out of thin air in the middle of the cave and collects her stuff, she confirms that the lag got to her and that's why she didn't fight the mob.

Now here's where things get interesting:

Vegetta checks the tab list. Online, it's just him, Leonarda, Roier, and Foolish. He quietly tells Leonarda "The body has already disappeared, and without a body, there is no crime. Nothing is happening. Did you die?" Leo shakes her head, and Vegetta shakes his head too, and in the kind voice he uses sometimes with Leo, he says: "I believe you have not died. Where is the body? It isn't anywhere, no mija. If it was a mistake, it was a mistake."

Leo says: "I saw Diosito (God) pa, and I was scared. God, what am I doing here?" and Vegetta laughs, telling her it's alright. Leo says "No pasa nada (don't worry / nothing happened)" and Vegetta says: "And the people who are watching us have not seen it either." To Foolish and Roier, he messages: "Secreto."

And the funniest thing about this is it worked.

Not a single person spoke about it. I saw this entire event go down live and I didn't see a WHISPER of what transpired among fans. I can't even remember if the QSMP official accounts talked about it (they sure didn't mention it in Vegetta's recap of the day). We could discuss this in meta terms of course– Leo was having known lag issues that day, Vegetta's beloved by the admins so of course they're willing to turn a blind eye rather than slap a "?" over Leonarda's life on the Eggstatistics, but meta talk isn't what I'm interested in here.

I'm interested in q!Vegetta, the weird "god-adjacent" aura he's got, and the way the universe bends to his will.

Before he took a break from the server, Rubius seemed to be a caretaker for the Eggs who died (for example, he was present when Maxo, Quackity, and Mariana & Slime said their final goodbyes to Trumpet, Tilin, and JuanaFlippa). Because of his role as an "angel" and some of his dialogue during the early days of the server, it's not a stretch to say he probably came to collect any Egg who lost a life. I can imagine he did the same when he saw Leonarda die – that is, until Vegetta said "And the people who are watching us have not seen it either." Realistically, we know Vegetta was saying this to Chat (and possibly the admins as well), but again, we're looking at this from an "in-universe" perspective.

I wonder if Vegetta was aware of Rubius' role, and this was his way of telling Rubius "No. I won't allow that to happen." We know Rubius has a soft-spot for Vegetta (and we also know that Rubius was cast out of heaven several months later) so it makes me wonder if these two instances are connected.

Either way, this isn't the first time the laws of the QSMP universe have bent for Vegetta, and I certainly don't think it'll be the last.

Rubius or no, Leo didn't die that day.

Vegetta made sure of it.

[high-on-the-dying-sun]

Silco x reader headcanons

Gender neutral reader  Request are open

He would for sure like to or try and keep your guys relationship private 

Your probably one of two of his weaknesses (the other being Jinx)

You would steal his clothing and he would hate it at first because A you probably look better than him B it just turns him the hell on

Secret “meetings” 

This man loves to just hold your hand but only in private to keep you safe. This is because he has someone that is so gentle and kind to him when he's a scary kingpin. He just doesn't want you to get hurt because of him. 

He doesn't always want you there at his meetings but if you are interested in what he does, he will keep you super close. You're practically on his lap. And hey maybe you are.

Very very protective of you.

This man is so sassy, hes gonna need a partner that can sass him back in to reality

Being that you and silco have been together " sense the dawn of time " according to Jinx, she sees you as another parental figure in her life. And this one is for the better hearted.

You two definitely slow dance together when you are listening to records together. Silco took your hand in to his. Lightly resting his forehead again your own. It was a moment of weakness for the cruel king of the under-city; but he needed it, the record hummed in the back round as you too embrace in a dance. Every day there was a possibility that it could be his last. He was Happy that when he was with you the chaos subdued.

[mysterycitrus]

How old do think each Batfam member is

( post crisis obviously)

wrt headcanoning ages i play it super fast and super loose with nothing but vibes so no essays in the replies plz. this is just the timeline that exists in my brain when im writing fic. with that in mind:

bruce (43)

babs (32)

dick (27)

cass (23)

jason (23)

steph (22)

tim (21)

duke (17)

damian (13)

like in an ideal world post-crisis canon would’ve progressed a few years — tim is now in his 20s (lol), damian is a teenager, and duke is an established character. i really like the hc that tim was dukes robin, so their ages reflect that. tim was emancipated at seventeen, when he stopped being robin. both steph and cass are older than tim. babs is at least five years older than dick because the retcon that they’re the same age makes my teeth itch. none of this “first true love” shit. they were friends as children and didn’t become romantically involved until their twenties. stop delegitimising all of babs and dicks other relationships!!!

idk how well it works time wise but i honestly don’t care too much about specifics? a pugnacious two year old timmy’s brain being permanently altered by the death of the graysons makes narrative sense to me. dick is fired as robin at seventeen (not a legal adult), which adds additional complexity to the situation with bruce. bruce is in his mid forties. that man has chronic back problems he is naht thirty six.

[dropssofjupitter]

~Eddie Munson Blurb ~

Eddie was dying. Eddie was dying and you were killing him. 

He ran a hand down his face, stifling a groan as he watched you laugh on the couch across from him. Your shirt was riding up; a small, tight black top that showed your midriff. And right now it was showcasing the band of your bra. 

Fuck your bra. 

Fuck your bra and fuck your clothes and fuck that little laugh that you were trying to cover up as Gareth told you a stupid joke that probably wasn’t even funny. He clenched his jaw as he watched one of your hands cover your mouth, eyes sparkling as Gareth cracked yet another joke. 

Yeah fuck Gareth. 

The girl next to him wrapped her arm around his shoulder, but Eddie could hardly remember her name, much less how she ended up half perched on the chair of the couch and half perched in his lap. She had been trying to cozy up to him all night; all bleach blonde hair and bright pink lipstick and definitely not his type. But she was here, and you were there. So he let his hand rest on her waist, let his lips tug up into a smirk as she giggled in his ear about some stupid shit he said. Let her drag a hand down his chest while he stared at you. 

God you looked good. You always did, but you looked especially good tonight. And maybe it was because there were so many people around, maybe it was because he knew you were off limits, but Eddie didn’t think he’d ever seen you look this magnetic. 

The girl next to him kissed his neck, her hand slipped under his shirt. He sat, still as stone, eyes never leaving you as you told some stupid fucking joke back to Gareth. Teeth dragged under his ear as he wished it was him you’d told that joke to. Acrylic nails scraped down his chest while he imagined that they were yours - short and neat and decorated with that horrendously chipped olive green nail polish you adored. 

Her voice whispered in his ears, asking him if he wanted to go somewhere quieter in a suggestive tone, and all he could think about was how desperately that he wished it was yours. That you and your stupid fucking shirt and your stupid fucking laugh were seated next to him instead. That it was your legs swung over his lap, that it was your chest pressed against his arm. 

But it wasn’t. You were with Gareth. Stupid god damn fucking Gareth. 

So he turned to the girl and nodded, let her drag him out of his seat and down the hall to find an empty room. And he imagined it was you. 

[milf-harrington]

i just haven't met you (yet)

alright here's your bloody part two, jesus christ ♡

part one

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The door unlocked with a series of clunking pops before Steve even registered the sound of boots on the porch.

The cabin was too deep in the woods to avoid regular visitors and the area was boobytrapped enough to discourage anyone else, but still, Hopper frowned disapprovingly at the back of El's head when the door swung open before he reached it.

"You're meant to wait until I knock."

She twisted around to see him over her shoulder, blood smudged under her nostril. "Why?"

The police chief sighed, closing the door behind him and re-engaging each lock by hand. A plastic bag dangled from his fingers.

"Because I could'a been anyone- someone dangerous."

"But you are not."

"But I could have been."

It was a conversation they had often, and this time Steve welcomed it, sinking further into the couch and hoping to avoid any possibility of Hop bringing up the walkie incident.

El had spotted the bag, climbing to her feet in a graceless un-piling of arms and legs.

Thanks to the combined efforts of both their appetites, the pizza cooling on the stove was the third of the night, but Steve knew she'd still be gorging herself on eggo's as soon as she got her hands on them. That girls stomach was an endless abyss, apparently.

Hopper didn't even get a chance to put the bag down before El was rummaging through it, and Steve huffed fondly.

Mistake.

Hopper's eyes flicked up to meet his, mustache twitching, and Steve groaned, leaning his head back against the couch and hiding his face in his hands.

"Can we just forget it happened?" He pleaded.

El, bright yellow boxes piled in one arm, looked between them. "Forget? Why are we forgetting?"

Before Steve could come up with a clever diversion, Hopper was already ruffling her hair and heading for the kitchen. "Your brother embarrassed himself on the radio earlier."

El blinked and tilted her head. "What did you do?"

Steve whined, mortification still simmering in his belly. "I asked if the guy Hop arrested was cute, and he heard it."

"Why is that embarrassing?"

"I wasn't arresting him."

Steve straightened up, ignoring El's question in favour of Hopper's reveal.

"You weren't?"

So, he hadn't called a criminal cute?

Hopper didn't look at him, preoccupied with lifting a slice of pizza free from the tray. "You know how those rich types are-"

Steve grimaced in agreement.

"- they think anyone who's not up to their standards is up to no good."

Something settled in Steve's stomach and he picked at the pizza crust under his nails.

He hadn't called a criminal cute.

"So why'd you take him to the station?"

Hopper grunted, mouth and plate full as he dropped it on the table. El remained in the kitchen, watching the toaster with her chin resting on the back of her hands.

"Protocol mainly. I got his statement about what he was doing in that area, then let him call his uncle to pick him up."

The toaster popped and the tv flickered when El startled. Steve cracked a smile.

"Look," Hopper sighed at the ceiling. "Munson is a pain in the ass, and I've hauled him in for possession more often than I'd like, but he's a good kid."

He shot Steve another grin as El settled beside him with her plate of waffles, and Steve got a bad feeling.

"Don't worry, though. I told him you're cute too."

El caught the pillow before it could knock over the salt shaker, freezing it in mid-air before letting it drop silently to the hardwood.

[iheartgirlzn]

SCHOOL BUS GRAVEYARD CHARACTERS AND THEIR PJO CABINS

🧟‍♀️ a/n: currently obsessed with these guys !! (the comic is on webtoon) i fear i haven’t read this in a while so this may be inaccurate… SORRY

ASHLYN is a child of ares. probably. she’s a great leader and a skilled fighter. i don’t think cabin 5 is all anger issues and aggressiveness, it’s also about tactics and leadership! i also like to think she might’ve at least thought about joining the huntresses, but she ended up changing her mind.

TAYLOR is a daughter of aphrodite. she’s so loving and sweet and kind and pretty! i just feel like cabin 10 suits her well. i think she’s a good contrast between what the goddess is about. most people forget that aphrodite is also a god of war! she’s very skilled and capable in combat — i think taylor suits that aspect well.

(if he wasn’t taylor’s twin) i think that TYLER would be a son of ares. i think he suits the god of war well because of his personality, yet also his love for family (i hc cabin 5 are very close, plus in mythology ares cares a lot about his children).

LOGAN is a child of demeter!! change my mind!! i think her children are underestimated and not really seen as fighters. they’re not mean, but they’re definitely stronger than they look. also, in one or the webtoon episodes, he helps his grandparents in their garden — he’s basically half way there!

AIDEN is either a son of dionysus or hermes. my reasoning behind dionysus is because this guy is batshit INSANE — which dionysus is the god of: madness. then again he might be a child of hermes because he’s very mischievous and seems like the type to be bffs with the stolls, but i think cabin 12 suits him better 🤝

BEN is a son of apollo. i think it’s kinda poetic in a way, the son of the god of music loosing his ability to sing. that’s why i think that apollo would bless him. maybe the ability to manipulate music waves or something (idk what powers cabin 7 have…)! anyways, he loves music and that’s enough to convince me who his godly parent would be :3

[calamitoustide]

thinking about everyone finding out about jegulus because James’ boggart is Regulus dying

[fishareglorious]

i'd like to think that rusalka biology is a little like sharks wherein they kinda regularly shed and can easily regrow their teeth. which brings us to vila who has inherited this trait and just. kinda pops out her teeth every once in a while.

for the longest time she was ashamed of the whole thing and would try and discard the teeth as discreetly as possible but upon getting into rayashki the townsfolk help her shed the negative bias to a point that she sometimes gives them away to the people she really likes (which. pretty much a lot if not all of them) as little trinkets.

which brings us to a situation where one day vila randomly feels a tooth coming loose so she pulls it off and casually offers it to windsong in the middle of the rayashki cafeteria.

in a collective moment to tease the shit outta the two because of whatever thing that's been brewing between them, everyone there acts like vila dropped down to a knee and proposed to her lmfao