#Ignatius mentioned

[mandiemegatron]

Ignatius slowly approaches, his normally guarded expression instead soft and hesitant- vulnerable, even. A rare side of him that hardly anyone gets to see. Pausing just in front of you, he gives a small, shy smile.

"Hey, nerd. I heard it was your birthday, so… I thought I'd… you know. Say something? Mostly, uh, congrats on living another year. You're badass for making it this far, you know that? Even- even if you don't think it is, though, I do." He briefly flashes a familiar shit-eating grin, before it reverts back into a soft smile.

"I also… wanted to say thanks. You and- and Lara, you guys are the best, and I'm glad I got to have such an amazing friend. You two really helped out a lot with all the shit I was going through, and just…"

A hand comes up to rub at his upper arm, Ignatius glancing off to the side awkwardly as he tries to think of something to say. "I guess, uh, thanks for putting up with me? Might've had some bad times as well as the good, but that's just how it is, heh."

Another pause, followed by him letting out a small huff, shaking his head ruefully before he looks back up at you. "I probably could've planned this better, but you know me, I'm impulsive as shit." This was followed by a chuckle.

After that, he shrugs and places a hand on his hip, his body language much more casual and relaxed than it had been mere minutes ago.

"Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. Happy birthday again, Mandie. I hope you have an awesome day."

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(holy FUCK I forgot how to write- anyways, heyyyy bestie, me and the boi wanted to stop by and wish you a happy birthday! Welcome to the 30s club my dude, I hope you reach even higher levels of EPICness. You definitely deserve it!!)

IGNATIUS, MY BOY !! 😭😭😭😭😭 This was truly so precious of you to stop by and wish me a happy birthday, you are such a good kid and I hope you know I've never had to "put up" with you, because there's nothing to put up with 🤭🤭💖💖 even Lara agrees, right?

"HELL YEAH, THATS MY BOY! MY PARTY ROCK BESTIE!"

See? You're truly a pleasure to know and to have around, and I'm so thankful that you and my lovely Zuka exist. Lara and I are always happy to see you and I never want you to think that you're not welcome here. There's always a home for you 💖

"Yeah, you little shit! Come on, I've already got a bag packed for you, let's go light some fireworks and roast some marshmallows!"

😂😂 Get outta here, you crazy kids. Thanks again Iggy, for stopping by 😭😭😭🫂🫂🫂

(THANK YOU SO MUCH MY ZUKA 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖 you are truly a real one, a solid rock and a wonderful best friend. Thank you for existing and being in my life 😭😭💖💖💖 I love u much my zuka ! )

[iwillcausechaos]

More shins are getting eaten

Account is @ignatius-fire1prince

Yippee:3

[ignatiuspostmortem]

"would you guys still love me if i was a worm?"

"Of course I would!"

"I'd put you in a jar of salt and shake it"

Figuring out more characters and dynamics for a thing I'm making

[holytragedycat]

Since we fans of the Tom Riddle era have little material, I thought I would help. Whenever I read a fanfic about this era, it's pretty messy because we don't have many canon characters and we put in all the blacks there are, so this is a list of students in Tom's years (based on canon).

Tom's year (students born in 1926 and 1927) ↓

- Tom Riddle (1926)

- Rosier (1926)

- Lestrange (1927)

- Avery (1926)

- Abraxas Malfoy (1927)

- Alphard Black ( possibly 1926/1927. As far as we know, Alphard was not in Tom's gang, but he could have been in his year, since he is younger than Walburga and Walburga is older than Tom.)

- Nott (1926/27 Or 1925? I edited this again, it is not known when Nott was born so he could be older than Tom by a year just like Walburga or be in his year)

- Mulciber (The same as Nott, they are the only ones whose date of birth is not mentioned, but they were from that time and were part of the Knights of Walpurgis.)

- Walden Macnair (I put him here because it is revealed that he was one of Voldemort's first Death Eaters and he does not have a date of birth in the search, so there are possibilities that they studied at the same time.)

- Dolohov (I put him here because in THBP Dumbledore mentions him among the Death Eaters who accompanied Tom when he went to ask for the position of defense professor.)

- Druella Rosier (???? His date of birth does not appear, if she had been in Tom's year, it means that she is at least 11 years older than Cygnus)

- Araminta Meliflua (She was a cousin of Walburga and her siblings, her date of birth is not stated but perhaps they were from the same year or a younger year.)

(students born in 1929 / 1928 / 1930) ↓

- Orion Black (1929)

- Myrtle Warren (1929)

- Rubius Hagrid (1928)

- Olive Hornby (1929, I guess it doesn't say her date of birth.)

- Alastor Moody (1930?? It does not say his date of birth, but he graduated in 1948.)

- Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank (It says she was born in 1930 or before.)

- Septimus Weasley (1930 or before)

- Eileen Prince (1929/30)

(students born in 1925) ↓

- Walburga Black

- Ignatius Prewett (possibly 1925; he was Lucrecia's husband, but the search does not say his date of birth, it could have been older or younger.)

- Lucretia Black

I update this every time I discover something new.

[childofsardior]

What? Iggy's Headcanon from my AU? Here we gooo!

↓↓↓ Read it all below! ↓↓↓

General Info:

Full name: Ignatius Koopa. Iggy was the very first victim of his mother’s realization that she was giving her children long names that could be easily shortened in popular Human's Dimension musicians. Since she already gave Lemmy and Roy longer names, she continued the trend of searching for something that could be compressed into Iggy to mention Iggy Pop. An old Latin name was the only thing she found. By the way, Iggy doesn't mind. He claims that, in reality, Ignatius sounds perfect for a mad scientist, but he's saving his full name for the time he'll be a famous and acclaimed researcher and inventor.

Gender and pronouns: Pronouns are he/him. He claims that "gender is way too complex to be compressed by a single label and even with a one-year-long accurate explanation about how I'm feeling right now could not bring justice to a person's fluidity during the time". If Lemmy asked him to bring a flag for a hypothetical Mushroom Pride, Iggy would probably take the Agender flag with him, even if it's just an "arid and inaccurate simplification and oversimplified approximation of the Koopas and other sentient creatures' complex nature".

Sexuality: He's aro/ace. Again, Iggy's love for accurate explanations will lead him to claim that, of course, one's sexuality is a lot more complex than a single word and the (potentially fluid) result of a mix of innate and cultural factors, educational background, personal experience(s), and even more. But he actually adopted these labels since he found out they are very convenient to quickly describe his lack of attraction - at least, physical and romantic - towards other people, especially if someone is trying to flirt with him and he's like "Oh no". Despite what his siblings think, tho, he would not refuse the idea of a platonic relationship in the (distant) future... if he'll ever find a genius brain that could match his love for science, of course.

Age: He's currently 16 (in calendar years), sharing his age with Roy and Wendy since their eggs were from the same clutch and hatched just a few hours away from each other. He's the one that hatched in the middle, the day after Roy and the day before Wendy. As Royal Koopas mature faster than Humans and such, Iggy could be compared to a 18/19 y.old Human. Just like Ludwig, tho, Iggy has always been even more precocious, being very intelligent and smart since he was a tiny hatchling - but curiously enough he didn't learn how to speak until 1.5 years old, later than all his siblings.

Species: Tarrasquin (also known as "Royal Koopas" or "Dragon-Turtles") - that happens to be a powerful and rare species related both to Koopas and Dragons. The lack of horns at a young age and the number of spikes on the shell may point to the subspecies known as Plains/Field Tarrasquin, while some other details could suggest a "mix" with the Vulcanic bloodline. In addition, all the Koopalings seem to share an innate inclination toward magic and some other unusual details never found before in Tarrasquins, such as tail feathers or natural armors protecting the limbs, along with peculiar tiny gem-like scales scattered around their bodies in different patterns.

Physical appearance: Iggy is a yellow-scaled Tarrasquin with some green accents scattered around his whole body, especially on his head and limbs. On his shoulders and joints, he got some harder, spikier scales. He has long, straight acid-green hair, and blue eyes with the iris detached from the pupils for an unknown mutation. Iggy's Royal Fangs follows a lateral quartet and curved pattern, a slightly rarer variant of the straight quartet one. Some tiny spikes sprouted recently on the top of his tail. He's the tallest among his siblings, and not only thanks to his usual hairstyle - even his green shell is oval-shaped instead of round. He's also very slim, and he looks quite frail for a dragon-turtle. Iggy is actually the most delicate of the family, talking about his resilience and health, and the fact that his body is incapable of digesting meat in the right way doesn't help it.

Personality: Iggy's known as the mad genius of the Royal Family, acting crazy all the time and all. If you meet him in person for the first time, you'll probably agree with the rumors. He often talks by himself, laughs crazily even during dangerous situations, and will always tell you what he's honestly thinking without even pondering his words. He's also easily excited and tends to act hyperactively while he's among other people, while sometimes becoming extremely annoying and even childish when he's hanging out with his siblings. But Iggy's crazed facade is just one side of the coin of his whole personality. He mostly adopts (unconsciously) his extremely mad behavior when he finds himself in new social situations, or between his whole bunch of siblings as a sort of coping mechanism to fight an overwhelming social anxiety. In his comfort zone - usually shared with Lemmy - he'll show a more tranquil and nerdy side, full of curiosity and random facts about whatever he's researching this month. He's also extremely clever and intelligent, mostly in a scientific and inventive way - always thinking about his next projects and mechanical inventions - but somehow a bit naive and usually not very wise. At the same time, he can't really understand most of the things that do not fall into his interests - he can't understand sports, he can't understand politics, he can't understand why Wendy likes so much spending hours at SPAs receiving massages from strangers?? - and nobody can really insult or joke with him, Iggy just won't acknowledge why you're trying to offend him, and will just laugh in response. On the other hand, he actually likes to joke by himself or about his rivals, and even insult his opponents in his own way, leading his siblings to believe he just pretends to not understand how irony works. Most of the time, you will find Iggy content about his next great idea, or way too busy working on his next super-duper-cool machine to worry about life at all, but from time to time even the most clever of the family gets blue. Sometimes he just feels lonely, especially during these days in which he suddenly finds it hard to communicate with others - and he will probably spend them working alone in his labs, talking to himself or even in a deep, thinking silence. He also strongly dislikes being touched without warning, an exception made only for Lemmy, and some days he will just... need a pause from social overstimulation. All of this usually leads to Iggy being one of the most reclusive brothers in the group. In these cases, he prefers to spend time with the weirdest insects in his terrariums or with his Chain Chomp pet instead of being around people. Last but not least, Iggy can usually manage his stress and anxiety when it's about people - he will just go somewhere more comfortable and quiet, be that his room or a lonely tower - but something that really breaks him down is losing or breaking his eyeglasses. It's probably one of the only times you can see him really panic or even cry in fear with wet eyes if that happens during a fight or at a bad moment in general.

Hobbies and passions: Iggy's passions are just a few, but he's extremely dedicated (and hyperfixed) about them. Mechanical arts, absurd weaponry and machines, and futuristic inventions are the first things he's usually focused on, but he loves doing his own research about uncommon flora and faunas, cataloging new animals and plants in his book and PCs. He even "collects" some of them in terrariums and pots, occasionally experimenting with some of his bugs' poison or some weird plant's leaves and lymph. He's also very into videogames since he could put his hands on one, and he's currently the second-best hardcore player of the whole house, just after Ludwig - but recently, Iggy's slowly overcoming him. It's not rare for the two "house geniuses" to compete or even resolve a conflict with a serious match of "Super Smash Siblings", and Iggy is the first one his siblings will ask for help to complete a hard level - since nobody wants to ask Ludwig for help unless it's the only solution left. Aside from video gaming only, Iggy's quite into programming, modding and even hacking. He usually assembles his own and his siblings' PCs and will crack all the games Larry wants in his free time, and while he's not programming some new AI for his latest robotic experiment, he will also spend some decent time on obscure science-related sub-Red.dot, as well on specific sites such as digibutter.nerr, talking with other nerds all around the world exchanging info and nerdy hacks.

Relationships:

With his siblings: Iggy can prove to be a very annoying company, and this is why not all of his sibs like to hang out with him, especially among the older. His younger brothers, instead, are often looking for him for help, to request him some new inventions or hack for their Swiitch or even to ask him to get some new movies and videogames in not-so-legal-ways. His very best pal is Lemmy and they often spend lots and lots of time together, but Iggy has a good relationship with Junior, Larry and Morton, too.

Now, for each relationship with the siblings:

Ludwig: They are rivals, always contending for the title of the real "family genius". But while Iggy just casually claims to be clever and able to do some cool stuff, Ludwig is extremely convinced of his own words and will get quite jealous when Iggy surpasses him - so it's more a very serious rivalry only from Ludwig's POV, while Iggy would be cool about the statement "there are two big-brained Koopas in this house" (three, if you count Wendy in it, but she doesn't have time for this childish type of squabbles). But even if Ludwig doesn't want to admit it, Iggy was the one who inspired him to discover some interest in projecting blueprints for his own war machines and such, and they do work together from time to time when the necessity asks for both points of view. Iggy is also the only one in the family that calls his blue-shelled brother"Luddy", and Ludwig hates it.

Lemmy:  Saying that Iggy and Lemmy are best friends would be reductive. They are basically twin-coded (even if Lemmy is a year and half older than Iggy) and probably the two form the strongest bond inside the whole bunch of Royal Koopa siblings. Since they were hatchlings they spent most of their time together. As kids they played together all day, they started to prank others together, they went on "adventures" together... they even tried out various dye colors for their hair together, always trying to match, and until puberty, they were both short enough to be easily mistaken for actual twins at a first glance - except made for Iggy's need for eyeglasses. Then, things started to change a bit. Iggy's growth sprout surprised everyone, and put a big difference between him and Lemmy's absurd shortness; at a certain point, Iggy started to look for his own identity, stopped dyeing his hair and looked for a peculiar hairstyle instead. Their passions differentiated a lot during their teen years, leaving both siblings with less to share. But even if Lemmy was (and secretly still is) afraid of this at first, in the end their bond didn't weaken. They are still both a little weird in their own ways, and they both follow their interests without caring about what others could think of them. They constantly support each other to the point they can finish each other's sentences, and they also confide only to each other. Iggy is actually a good listener to Lemmy's concerns, knowing them so well, and vice-versa. They would end up being the type of siblings that will just go to live together reaching adulthood... if it wasn't for Lemmy's visceral intolerance for the jungle's humidity and Iggy's impossibility of tolerating very cold climates.

Roy: Iggy is a bit afraid of Roy. Being the frail, nerdy one, Iggy has been an easy target for the family's pink-headed bully since he was a kid. If something in Iggy's inventions goes wrong during a mission, Roy will just beat him up without questions out of anger. They do not interact much, and the green-shelled Royal Koopa tries to simply avoid his one-day-older brother when he can.

Wendy: As with Roy, Iggy and Wendy do not interact much, unless forced by the circumstances. Roy and Wendy acting as twins since they were newborns and excluding him on purpose doesn't help. Wendy finds Iggy too frivolous and weird for her liking, and Iggy doesn't understand any of Wendy's hobbies, passions and tastes in general. Wendy would spend all her savings on new clothing and accessories...? "Why would you need them? We are dragon-turtles, not Humans! We do not *need* clothing!" Wendy would spend a whole day at her favorite SPA, letting strangers touch her with massages, wearing weird masks made of food and even taking Mud Baths?? "Is she crazy? Why would anyone like to be touched or even "beaten" on purpose? And wasn't she the super-clean one that hated dirt in all its form??" On the brighter side, Wendy, as opposed to Roy, never bullied Iggy for his behaviors when he was younger.

Morton: The two spend some nice time together, especially since Iggy started his "let's teach grammar and spelling to our big, dark-scaled bro!". Iggy's the only one who is actively trying to help Morton with his speech issue, and every week they are learning new conjunctions, verbs and words - Iggy's ultimate goal is to prove to his other siblings that Morton is not "just a dumb head" as they sometimes claim - even if they are not doing too much progresses by now. Iggy also allows Morton to keep him company during field research and asks for his help from time to time when he needs to assemble big and heavy pieces, counting on Morton's innate strength. Morton is also allowed to assist him during his "I need some silence, please" working moments, as long as he stays silent. Iggy is also trying to teach him how to catalog weird rocks, but Morton just seems to enjoy the pure act of collecting them and putting them in nice places around his room.

Larry: Iggy and Larry have a decent relationship overhaul. Larry LOVES Iggy, especially when he needs something. Iggy feels quite proud of it, feeling a bit like Ludwig in "big, responsible bro mode". They usually spend time playing videogames together or thinking about unofficial mods to apply to the boring Mushroom Kingdom's videogames (for example, modding their own stylized models in the game to be able to play as themselves instead of as a boring plumber in some popular platforms). Aside from that, Larry and Iggy's other interests don't match much, but Iggy is one of the few who can tolerate the younger for the most time.

Bowser Junior: The two have a good relationship, mostly because Junior loves Iggy's crazy "Bahahaha!"-style laugh and most of all his inventions - the Koopa Heir is even approaching the absurd world of (fantasy) mechanic thanks to Iggy, and is trying to learn how to do some projects himself. He always asks Iggy for some new upgrades to his Junior Clown Car, new pirated Swiitch games (when King Bowser refuses to buy him more), new cool toys (such as the Mechakoopas, that Iggy originally created as toys for tiny Larry and Junior) and some times even for super giant mecha to use against the annoying Mario Brothers. Iggy is also surprisingly protective of Bowser Junior when they are on missions together, maybe because the youngest of the family unconsciously remembers Iggy when he was small and frail himself, in need of Lemmy's protection.

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With King Bowser: Iggy has a decent relationship with his adoptive father and King of the Koopas. He *does* see him as a parental figure, even if he doesn't often agree with his plans and can't really understand the way the King reasons. Bowser will frequently ask Iggy to create new anti-Mario weapons, for Iggy's pleasure, but aside from that the two don't interact very much - especially since Iggy is extremely honest with his opinions and Bowser doesn't really like when someone is questioning his Royal Authority. Iggy is also (currently) the only one who likes to jokingly call Bowser "daddy" or "royal daddy", something everyone in the family dislikes a lot.

With his Mother (OC): During the years the siblings used to live with their mother, Iggy was the curious boy of the house. He was always finding new things to show his mother, from funny-shaped leaves to colorful feathers to new books full of dinosaurs. He was a bit reclusive and shy too as a child, and their mother had to step in and protect him from Roy's arrogance or after a fight with Ludwig, a role that Lemmy took themselves when they started to be old enough. Being his mother and Iggy both a bit autistic and filled with social anxiety, too, they could easily understand each other about how stressful it was to stay among strangers and how stressful overstimulation could get.

With Charlie (his Chain Chomp): Iggy has a Chain Chomp pet named "Charlie". It is not the first one he gets, but it's actually the first one he is being responsible for. When he was younger, he had other Chain Chomp pets (he really likes them) but was too childish and irresponsible to properly take care of them, usually leading to the poor magical creatures to run away at some point. In recent years, tho, he's getting better at pet-sitting and caring, and Charlie seems grateful for that: he's probably the happier, more satisfied, polished, well-fed Chain Chomp of the whole Kingdom, and it's extremely loyal to Iggy - and Iggy only. Charlie would bite anyone that gets too close, except for Lemmy whom it now trusts enough to let him ride its back from time to time.

With the Mario Bros., Princess Peach and Mushroom Kingdom: Iggy doesn't really care about conquering, but he is very much interested in studying native creatures and plants of each Kingdom. During peacetime, he would gladly attend some nerd conventions in the Mushroom Kingdom, and he would literally love to meet Professor E.Gadd in person... if the Princess didn't blacklist him from entering the borders as she did with almost all the Royal Family and the Koopa Troop. Now Iggy would need to request a special permit weeks in advance with a lot of boring bureaucracy to fill and a valid motive to stay in the Kingdom for two days maximum, so... he doesn't really like the Princess for this reason. While with the Mario Bros., Iggy would usually be excited to see them - they are, after all, perfect punching balls for his newest battle machines, and his Chain Chomp loves running after them - but he actually dislikes them a lot since they broke his glasses once years ago, during one of their first fights.

Peculiarities & co.

Right-Handed: Iggy is naturally right-handed. Looking at Ludwig's confidence in using both hands for a long time, he tried to train himself to use his left hand as well, for a while... but then he just gave up, finding it too hard and tedious.

Senses: Iggy's biggest weakness, physically speaking, is probably related to his poor sight. Without his special glasses, he is almost blind - he hatched with a severe visual impairment and during his first years of life it just went worse. When he was around 3, his mother was lucky enough to meet a Magikoopa glassmaker who worked with special lenses and Iggy was able to see decently for the first time in his life. When he was later adopted at the castle, the royal eye doctor took him under his supervision. When Iggy was around 10, he started working on his own, personalized pair of eyeglasses, mixing actual glassmaking science with some Magikoopa's cultural knowledge and a tiny bit of adaptive magic to create the "Perfect Iggy's Glasses" (after a lot of trials and fails and prototypes); his last version mixes the best glass from the Sand Kingdom with some strengthen magic from the Red Robes' Magikoopa Order to make them unbreakable... after the various incidents during the years.

Autism: Iggy falls under the autism spectrum, with many traits close to IRL Asperger Syndrome to be more precise - (NOTE: I am sure a "SMB world" equivalent exists with a nicer name, I just don't know one yet-). To be honest, Iggy always suspected it way before being actually diagnosed with it by the Castle's doctors. He's mostly fine with it, accepting his autistic traits as part of his own uniqueness - and, if you ask him, as a part of his genius, too - but sometimes he would gladly take a break from it... especially when overwhelmed by too much noise or when stressed by social interactions. Iggy is also very much convinced that almost everyone in his family has some (sometimes prominent) autistic traits, but the others are not so willing to take tests or talk with doctors to find out, so we will probably never know for sure.

Vegetarian: Iggy is MOSTLY vegetarian. Not by choice, but thanks to his body being very bad at processing meat, for some reasons. "Mostly", because he actually *could* eat very small amounts of meat/fish from time to time without getting sick, but it happens so rarely that he usually even forgets about it. Luckily for him, he loves all types of vegetables, eats lots of fruit and likes eggs A LOT (probably his favorite meal after carrots and turnips); not very fond of dairy products, but he eats them during the week, and will probably only eat vegetables and fruit related cakes. Will also try to get as much protein as he can from legumes, but since Tarrasquins are considered mainly carnivores, he often needs nutritional supplements.

Fire: All the Koopalings have a peculiar "fire"; when fire-breathing, they all will breathe fire of the same color as their shells. Iggy's fire is currently the weakest of the whole family, but it tends to create a lot of green, urticant smoke that makes it hard to see. It's not too useful in actual fights, but can work as a great distraction in need of a quick escape from a bad situation.

Random Facts:

He's a germophobe, and will sanitize his tools, hands and workspace every time he starts and finishes working in his labs.

Iggy is not having a *real* shower in almost 3.5 years. Instead, he perfectly polishes himself from any type of dirt using his own invention, the "Sonic Shower Sound Waver Filth Remover". He also uses a special gel made by himself to treat and keep his hair up every morning.

Iggy doesn't have many friends, especially IRL. But he sometimes finds himself in a group chat or nerdy forums with the same people for enough time, and he'll start addressing them as his "online pals" or "online weirdos".

One of his "online weirdos" is a guy named Francis and obsessed with butterflies. They never saw each other in person nor via webcam, but Francis claims he's a Chameleon and has the hugest collections of comics, manga, action figures, and video games of all his other nerdy pals, probably of his whole dimension, too. 

One day Iggy and Larry decided to create a videogame together with an easy game maker on PC. Larry wanted to be the protagonist, but couldn't decide about a genre for the game. It ended up looking like a horror-action-but-also-dating-sim game with a cooler and older version of Larry fighting horrible un-deads while also trying to flirt with the cute ones. It was meant as an inside joke between the two brothers and they got bored after three days. One year later, tho, Iggy secretly started to work on it again out of boredom and actually finished "developing" it, even publishing it on an obscure forum of free-to-play games. It now exists in the world under the name of "Larry Koopa: Zombie Heartbreaker".

Francis, Iggy's Chameleon online pal, is the only person who completed said game 100%. Iggy sent him an exclusive physical copy as a joke after learning about this.

Larry won't like finding out his game has been "published" without his consent - and most of all, for free. He will force Iggy to work on a sequel with an even cooler and adult version of Larry as the protagonist in the future, known as "Larry Koopa the Heartbreaker and The Revenge of the Dry Bones Queen". They will get royalties from that one, this time.

Some years ago Iggy started gifting tiny plants for every birthday he attends - usually, his siblings'. They can be flowers, succulent plants, carnivorous plants and even the equivalent of the SMB world of... weed (probably, some tiny variant of Wonder Flowers... we'll call it "Wonder Weed" lel) - but the vulcanic climate and his siblings' negligence will let the poor plants dry in a few days. Roy is the only one who is still happily cultivating his tiny Wonder Weed pots after three years.

Recently Iggy found out about TTRPG games; he tried to involve his sibs in it, convincing Lemmy and Ludwig at first, Roy after a while and Larry just recently. Iggy is currently mastering his first campaign of Thousand Years & Doors, with a party made of Ludwig (High Elf, Wizard), Lemmy (Firbolg, Druid), Roy (Half-Orc, Barbarian) and Larry (Dragonborn, Bard). Junior wants to play with them but knowing his bratty attitude they send him away claiming the game is for "Larry's age and up" only. 

Despite this, they are regretting letting Larry play, too. He's the classic "I only use Vicious Mockery! I'll destroy all my enemies INSULTING their parents and siblings and cousins in a *magical" way! Can I try to open the door exploding it with a bad joke?". Iggy is at least grateful that Larry is still too young, naive and not very into *adult jokes* yet, because as a deeply asexual Game Master he couldn't bear the even more stereotypical.... "18+ annoying bard attitude" (if you know a bit of IRL D&D classes stereotypes, you got what I mean.)

One of Iggy's biggest pet peeves revolves around "adult *spicy* jokes", especially when too explicit. He can't stand them. He hates them with all his heart and spirit. He just cringes so much hearing them that he would prefer sinking into the ground and disappearing instead.

He doesn't like bunnies much - herbivorous animals in general make him nervous, especially small ones. Maybe this is due to Roy always joking about Iggy looking like a carrot and that he could be in serious danger among a rabbit warren…

He's probably the only one in the family who, despite his name and all, can't sing or play any instrument. Ludwig could play a whole orchestra by himself and even more, Lemmy can play the electric guitar & bass, Roy can play the drums and the violin, Wendy can sing and loves to, Morton can kinda play the bass drum and has perfect timing with the triangle, Larry is learning how to play the electric keyboard and the Otamatone and is quite good at mixing and remixing music from his PC... and even Junior is starting to learn something about the transverse flute and the piano.

Once, Iggy tried to work on his own AI that could "create" music for him, of course using others' works as a "base" to train it. His siblings - especially Ludwig - basically threatened Iggy of unaliving him in response. "Go on. Try to put my music inside that bot. Then you'll enjoy eternity as a Dry Iggy, I can assure you". -Lud 

Rumors say that Iggy can instead dance quite well (in his own unique style), and even perform a perfect moonwalk. But nobody knows for sure...

His IQ score beats Ludwig's by a few points. Iggy is extremely satisfied by it, while Ludwig is trying to forget this information every day of his life.

When he was a kid, he created a "Time Machine" way before Professor E.Gadd himself. Iggy really wanted to see dinosaurs, and traveled "back in time" to observe them in their natural habitat. Then one way during his dino-watching, a random dude dressed with modern clothing passed by selling some "Yoshi-to-Fungi" dictionary, and Iggy understood that his "Time Machine" was actually working as a "quite normal, quite boring" teleporter to the Dinosaur Islands instead.

Bowser seized the opportunity using the fast-travel to get his army there, trying to conquest the Islands. But Mario was having a vacantion there and... it... didn't end well.

[just-a-carrot]

nah bc why does a genzy frog prince AU go so hard. I forgot if you mentioned this ot not but like my mind is RACING bro frog genzou did something for me

Iggy is the prince of a powerful kingdom, known by lands far beyond for it’s grand technological advancements. Iggy is expected to marry between the heirs of two kingdoms: Prince Orlam and Prin Gidget. And while he’s met the two and gets along fine with them (and does admit them to be quite attractive), even going so far as to consider them good friends, he still did not hold the romantic feelings his father and mother wanted him to hold for at least one of them. This very much stressed Iggy out and in turn he locked and holed himself up in his /very lavish bedroom/ to deal with the stress.

Well, one day, Iggy is dragged outside by his father and forced to at least spend some time out in the garden. Having such sickly pale skin is unbecoming of a young prince such as himself, and he has holed himself up for too long. Prince Iggy, humph-ing like he isn’t almost 30 years old, does as he’s told and walks around, but not without occupying himself with one of his kingdom’s handheld wooden games—this one having to slide squares around to complete a puzzle.

Well, Prince Ignatius’ clumsy ass trips over a small rock and drops his game, it tumbling down a hill and into the pond. Iggy shrieks, “No!!!” and bounds after it, despite it already have fallen into the lake by this point. Iggy whines and crumbles to his knees pathetically. He was almost done with that one, too!

Before he can bury himself in his sorrows further like a mole, a small, brown, fat frog jumps onto a lily pad in front of him.

Iggy jumps slightly at the sudden visitor, but is just getting ready to slump back into his sorrows when—

Wait is that frog holding his wooden puzzle game /in it’s mouth?/

How did it even?

The frog can’t be /that strong/, can it? The lily pad too? How is it holding all that weight?

What chemicals did the gardeners put in the water?

Needless to say: Iggy is /dumbfounded/.

The frog only croaks a low, gravelly croak in response.

Iggy blinks. “Oh, um, you found my puzzle. Thank you.” he says very intelligently, he promises you.

(Ignore the fact he’s speaking to a frog).

The frog croaks yet again before jumping back in the water with a splash, the ripples sending the lily pad with Iggy’s puzzle on top gently floating over to him by the riverside.

The rotund little creature hops back out of the water and right in front of Iggy. Looking up at him with round, beady frog eyes. Iggy looks down at him with the same look.

“Wow, you’re one strange little frog, huh?” Iggy comments, cracking a small, awkward smile at the frog’s inherent intelligence.

The frog once again croaks in response, this time choosing to hop up onto Iggy’s puzzle, almost as if wanting to get closer.

“You, uh, really like me, don’t you little…guy?” Iggy asks, unsure on how to address said Little Guy.

The frog continues to stare up at him.

“I guess I should…reward you, shouldn’t I?” Iggy realizes. He means, this apparent Giga Frog did just save a prized possession of his. But what to give it?

Iggy looks around the river, trying to figure out something. Maybe he could…give it some flies? Shit, what else do frogs like?

He wracks his brain. The frog croaks again. This time, Iggy can’t help but smile a little bit. This little guy is starting to grow on him, somehow. It was actually kinda cute, in like a pet sort of way.

Iggy gives a small, experimental, gentle pet of the top of the frog’s head. The round little thing chirps in response, which minorly startles Iggy a bit at the new noise, but he can tell that it seems almost…content? Happy.

To be honest, what a sweet little guy. Without thinking, Iggy presses his lips to the frog’s head, not even considering the amount of diseases he could’ve contracted from that contact alone.

Then, instantly, all at once there’s a powerful burst of smoke and a weight on Iggy’s body. Iggy coughs, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to shoo the smoke away, and when he finally is able to properly breathe again, he looks up.

Above him stands…

The grimiest man he’s ever seen in his life.

His dark hair is curly and touseled, his eyes…vacant? But not empty. His face round, body pudgy, covered in dirt and mud.

Iggy can’t help but blush at the sight above him, despite it all.

He’s…cute.

Then, the man speaks up in a low, gravelly voice, not unlike the frog’s croaks he had heard just minutes beforehand.

“Oh, you have GOTTA be shitting me. They only let me be able to fucking see when I was a /fucking frog?!/“

Iggy had never been more confused in his life. The frog was…actually a blind man this whole time?

What the FUCK was going on?!

(Okay yeah that’s all I got but anyways it ends w/ he and genzou getting married ofc 🦅🦅🦅 bc it’s the frog prince teehee :3 but I decided to get silly with it and throw my hat in the ring for this AU bc I lof it so much teehee)

this was so cute i was forced to draw these

(fr tho this was so adorable i couldn't stop smiling lakdjfas thank you for sharing this sweetness 😭💕)

[aeligsido]

[WM — September 2024] Prompt 23 — Pensieve.

Rating: G.

TW: none.

Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Tom Riddle; heavy mention of the Black family in general.

Additional Tags: reality tv show au; the Black have a reality tv show; press; media article; implied prongsfoot in the article; implied James/Lily/Sirius/Remus in the fic; it is very much a thing in this au tbh; a bit of domesticity.

Summary: Sirius Black Returns: A Black Lives Exclusive!

Words count: 691.

A/N: Heya! I got the idea of this au some time ago and decided to have a bit of fun here eheh. I hope you like it! 💕

@wolfstarmicrofic

read on ao3.

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SIRIUS BLACK RETURNS: A BLACK LIVES EXCLUSIVE!

Black Lives, the most watched reality TV show first in the UK, then in the world, from Pensieve Production, is well-known, and so is the family the show follows. The Blacks, from the late English nobility, started this project almost fifteen years ago, and it had since been going strong. The shows followed closely Walburga and Orion Black (or as many call them, THE power couple), beloved Alphard Black, Cygnus and Druella Black, as well as frequent apparition from Lucrecia née Black now Prewett and her husband Ignatius. Other usuals guest stars were Arcturus Black, the family patriarch, and the five family children: Bellatrix, Andromeda, Narcissa, Sirius, and Regulus, whom the show started centering itself on.

Andromeda created the scandal nine years ago when, then aged eighteen, she renounced her family to marry a commoner. (Since then, she gave birth to an adorable daughter!) Four years later — and thus five years from now — the heir of the family himself, Sirius Black, stopped appearing on the show. The family at the time told us the sixteen years-old wanted to focus on both his studies and mental health and as such, was taking a much-needed break. Of course, multiple theories spawned following this statement — but need for it no more!

Just this morning, Pensieve Production announced Sirius Black’s return in an upcoming, special, exclusive season!

“It is with great joy that we are welcoming Sirius back with us,” states Tom Riddle, the Blacks’ manager. “We missed him during those years, but we know how important it was for him. And now, he will, if he wishes so, tell you more about it himself!”

We got more details about this exclusive season as well:

“We will follow Sirius and his brother Regulus on a vacation across the Mediterranean,” announced Riddle — to the glee of quite a lot of us, I would assume! “They will be joined by a few friends, some of which are quite familiar to our long-time viewers.”

Some of those friends are already confirmed. As such, we will greet James Potter (Sirius Black’s long-term best friend, and maybe more), as well as Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, and a young lady somes could have forgotten but who appeared a few times in Sirius' last season on the show, Mary Macdonald.

Riddle teased—

“What are you reading?”

Remus startles, his phone almost falling out of his hands; Sirius, thankfully, catches it. Not thankfully, he starts reading the article — and groans rather unnecessarily, if anyone asks Remus.

“How many times did I tell you not to read those?”

“It was in my recommendations?” he tries innocently.

Sirius sends him an unimpressed look.

“James!” he hollers, and then waits; from somewhere on the ground floor of their house, James hollers right back.

“Yes?”

“We need to keep Remus away from Internet!”

“Hey!” he protests, but Sirius just drops a kiss into his hair with a smirk and no answer.

“Okay!” unhelpfully agrees James; it would be it if Lily hadn’t appeared in the doorway, then, a pile of her favorite fluffy towels in her arms.

“What for?”

Sirius waves Remus's phone as if its answer enough. Lily reaches for it, checks the screen, and sighs.

“Oh, Remus,” she says with a soft, concerned tone he hates having directed at him.

“I just wanted to read a few comments,” he mutters.

“It’s my first time and even I know it’s a bad idea,” she notes, handing the phone back to Sirius. They exchange a look, and she nods decidedly before leaving again.

“Easy to say, everyone loves her,” Remus mutters some more. He has grown disaccoutumed of the show and all it entails over the years, perhaps. He’s feeling almost anxious now.

Sirius drops on the bed beside him, putting an arm around his shoulders and embracing him protectively.

“And we love you,” he reminds him softly.

Remus burrows himself against his chest, feeling Sirius’ heartbeat under his ear. “Yeah, I know. I love you too.”

“Good.” Sirius kisses his hair again, tender and fond, and Remus wants to bottle it and drink it every time he feels down.

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Gotten a few asks about this so let me clarify:

Atlantis the Lost Empire is NOT Nazi propaganda nor is it an endorsement of Nazi beliefs.

It's another example of a piece of media that has taken inspiration from a conspiracy theory which unfortunately has ties to the Nazis' obsession with proving their bonkers Aryan race theory.

The Nazis were obsessed with finding and creating ANY sort of historical/traditional link to validate their agenda, no matter how utterly ridiculous or entirely separate from reality that link was. They were obsessed with the mystical and the occult. Pseudo-science and pseudo-archaeology were their literal bread and butter.

In this instance, Plato's story of a sunken ancient city is not special for being co-opted for the Nazi's purposes. What has lead Atlantis to becoming a popular conspiracy theory in modern times is due in part to the steady popularization of pseudo-science as well as bad faith actors promoting a racist conspiracy theory as genuine fact.

The majority of conspiracy theories you hear about today actually have roots in fiction. For example, the Hollow Earth conspiracy theory finds it's origins from science fiction novels dating back to the 1800s. The Philadelphia Project can also trace its origins to a UFO writer who claims he was receiving secret confidential intel from a former US mariner. And yet there are are people who genuinely believe there is a secret world hidden in the center of the earth and that the US government was experimenting with and succeeded in creating a portal to another dimension.

So is the case with Atlantis. Atlantis: The Antediluvian World was written by Ignatius Donnelly in 1882 as a means to express his desires for a populist government and world. He was extremely misguided in his belief that Plato's story was factual and he employed the use of hyperdiffusion-a popular method used in countless conspiracy theories-to argue that all ancient societies were basically all descended from one even more ancient people.

Or in the Nazi's own terms: "An ancient master race."

Bad actors like Graham Hancock and Ancient Aliens further popularized the Nazi's conspiracy theory (as well as many others) and Donnelly's books by spreading mass disinformation across a global scale and we are all suffering for it.

As I've already stated before, Atlantis the Lost Empire takes superficial inspiration from the conspiracy theory in the same way that Stranger Things takes inspiration from the Montauk Project. Many popular sci-fi films, tv shows, books, and video games are littered with references and nods to conspiracy theories. Everything from Men in Black to The X Files to the SCP Foundation.

If you are interested in seeing how convincing conspiracy theories can get and their very real ability to destroy actual lives, I recommend watching American Conspiracy: The Octopus Murders. It perfectly showcases how conspiracy theories can suck you in and how people can easily take advantage of you once they break down your ability to distinguish fiction from reality.

My only caveat with the documentary is that I really wish the creators had emphasized even more plainly to the audience that the Octopus Murders is an actual conspiracy theory instead of leaving the question somewhat open ended. Especially in regards to Danny Casolaro's death.

I would also highly recommend watching Milo Rossi aka miniminuteman's videos as his channel is dedicated solely to debunking various archaeological conspiracy theories as well as providing fascinating education on a variety of historical topics. I really cannot overstate how wonderful his Awful Archaeology series is.

I'm going to link a few of my favorites here:

This is the first of a multiseries debunking Graham Hancock's Ancient Apocalypse series.

This is Part 1 of 2 of him debunking one of the most notorious TikTokers who makes a living off of spreading mass disinformation.

I would be remiss not to mention Atun-Shei Film's amazing channel as well as Lady of the Library.

I would also recommend Kaz Rowe's channel as they provide stellar information on a wide variery of historical topics.

Tldr; Atlantis the Lost Empire and the films creators' did not set out to promote Nazi beliefs. They simply took inspiration from a popular conspiracy theory and made it something entirely unique and separate from the Aryan race agenda.

[and-her-saints]

Do you happen to have any resources on mysticism? I’m writing a short paper for one of my classes, and I want to bring in some outside sources <3

depends on what branch/type! i'm the most well-versed on Catholic mysticism, of course. so, that's what i'll share.

i illustrated Shannon K. Evans' new book: "The Mystics Would Like a Word." (out now!) It's about St. Thérèse of Lisieux, St. Catherine of Siena, St Teresa of Ávila, St. Hildegard of Bingen, Julian of Norwich and Margery Kempe. i think it's a brilliant intro to mysticism that also ties the practice to modern day. besides, these women are the quintessential mystic girlies within Catholicism, so you could look into them.

For St. Thérèse specifically, you could look into her autobiography, 'Story of A Soul'. For St. Teresa of Ávila, it could be 'The Interior Castle.' For Julian of Norwich, 'Revelations of Divine Love.' For St. Hildegard, her Scivias or her songs... etc. etc.

a dear buddy, W, has the podcast 'St. Anthony's Tongue" and it specializes in this topic particularly. i'd definitely recommend looking through his podcast and show notes.

since it's a small paper, you might find good sticking to a single mystic. mysticism is so so broad and found across many spiritualities, approaches, religions and cultures. you could also compare and contrast the experiences of two different mystics.

for "lesser-known" mystics, i think St. Gemma Galgani's or Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz' experiences could also be a fascinating subject for essays on mysticism.

(i'm too much of a lesbian to mention men who were mystics. they are uninteresting, in my opinion. the only ones i think i like are St. Francis of Assisi and, in small doses, St. Ignatius of Loyola)

if you need any sources that are even more specialized later on, let me know! i'd be happy to help! best of luck!!!!!!

[gairy-offical1account]

A couple of weeks ago though I never mentioned it until like this week.

Don't tell Aurum that I lied.

Hi Gairy, how are you?

*Stitch waves, they have a spear through one of their shoulders.*

-Stitch

Hi stitch!

Are you okay? *Gairy points at the spear while comfortably holding his daughter in the other arm*

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

The Bloody Trio (Headcanons about main characters)

AU Reverse Therapy

Author's Note: In this post I decided to tell how I came up with the characters and some facts about them.

Tag List: @kit-williams, @druidwolf21, @pluvio-tea

Character: Malina

*collage pictures: 1, 2, 3, 4

Age: was kidnapped saved when she was 23

Height: 5,74 (175)

Description: dark brown eyes, dark shoulder length brown hair with bangs, olive skin.

Distinguishing features: none.

References: I love the Yellowjackets series and Lottie Matthews is my favorite character. This is exactly how I imagined Malina. One day I just rewatched one episode and thought that Malina definetly has the same Bambi eyes. + the actress also starred in Mad Max (an amazing series of films). It is not surprising that this is the image that appeared in my head.

Name: name Malina is a female name of Greek origin meaning "raspberry". By the way in some slavic names a word "malina" literally can be translated as a "raspberry". But this name is also a short version of a hebew name Magdalena (which means “tower”, “soothing” and also “raspberry”). I chose this name because Luka thought it sounded sweet and innocent. The girl is loved by the Space Marines, but it's a very dark, obsessive and unhealthy love. They gave her the name as if she were a pet. The heroine has a real name, but it was not mentioned because the girl had to get used to her new home. And for that, she had to become Malina.

Facts about character:

The girl grew up on the agri-world of Astarte in the Segmentum Obscurus sector. The planet was home to about 300,000 people. Most agri-worlds are polluted places, the sky is orange, and people are forced to work in gas masks. But most does not mean all. On Astarte, the sky is blue, and the atmosphere is not polluted. The planet's main export is fruits and berries.

During the Thirteenth Black Crusade, the Maelstrom merged with the Great Rift and the Red Corsairs have now been sighted further from their home than ever before (from Lexicanum). It was for this reason that the Red Corsairs attacked Astarte.

In fact, her uncle did not find a copy of the book about the Sister of Battle and the Imperial soldier. He was the one who wrote it for his beloved niece. It was the original, there were no copies. He always had heretical thoughts, so it is not surprising why he joined the Chaosites. He believes that his entire family perished under the rubble of the building.

Malina wears rather simple clothes, although made of good quality fabric (the space marines bring her new clothes from looting). Long skirts, shirts, and sometimes dresses of a simple cut, but with cute patterns (she doesn't know that sparkles are literally gold). And of course, she constantly throws a shawl over her shoulders. Malina generally likes to bury herself in a blanket up to her head or hide in Luka's or Virgil's shoulder.

Even after she has finally come to terms with her situation, she still reads religious books. Luke and Virgil very rarely, but still sometimes allow Saint Ignatius to come "to visit" so that Malina can pray with him. This lasts for 15 minutes at most, but that is enough for the girl. However, now she cannot say for sure whether she really believes in God-Emperor or prays because it calms her down like lullabies in childhood.

As her uncle used to say, the girl is very resourceful. She has a rather mediocre education. But considering that many inhabitants of the Imperium do not have it, she stands out significantly. She can read and likes it (especially fairy tales and romance novels). Malina has a sense of humor. And the fact that she jokes with a serious, and sometimes innocent, face makes it even funnier and cute (at least in the eyes of Luka and Virgil).

Malina loves Luka and Virgil. She forced herself to become attached to them, receiving a bit of tenderness from the Space Marines. Besides, it was better than being outside the quarters. She began to behave more freely with them, jokes and sometimes climbs up to the men for hugs. But even so, Malina is still afraid of them, because she understands that they are kind only to her. And other mortals suffer from meeting them.

Character: Luka The Angel

*Collage pictures: 1, 2, 3, 4

Age: around 30-35

Height: 6,98 (213)

Description: blue eyes, beeline honey hair, pale skin, snub nose.

Distinguishing features: has a one scar on the left eyebrow and freckles on the cheeks and nose.

Wears standard Lamenters armour, with the symbol of Chaos Undivided painted on his belt and the symbol of the Red Corsairs on his right shoulder pad.

References: I think Luka's appearance and personality appeared in my head thanks to the art of Natalia Kikicheva. Blood Angel (in the centre), and two lamenters. And I'm also sure that I was also impressed by Varial by @kit-williams and Theo by @pluvio-tea. And Luka's image was slightly influenced by such a character as Raleigh Becket from Pacific Rim.

Name: The name Luka is thought to mean “bringer of light” or “man of light”. The name Luka is derived from the Latin word “lux”, which means “light”. The same name had Luke the Evangelist. Malina sees Luka as her savior while her planet is being torn apart by heretics. He was supposed to be a beacon of hope for humanity as the Lamenter, but he ended up being a traitor.

Facts about character:

Luka had a loving family and always wanted to be a hero. He was one of the most promising Lamenters. Just 2 years after becoming a Space Marine, his first mission became his last as a Loyalist. On one of the death worlds, his small squad was abandoned by the Lamenters as they were considered dead. Due to the extreme conditions, Luka literally ate his comrades. Some of them were still alive.

Luckily for him, the Red Corsairs were passing by. Bacchus didn't even have to persuade Luka, as he said he would go with them when they met (the worst part is that he was smiling at the time, finishing off his brother's head). At first, he lived with three other Space Marines, but later ate them. Bacchus considered them trash, so he didn't care much about it. After that, Luka was handed over to Vergil, who was supposed to be the Lamenter's mentor.

Luka considers Virgil his best friend. He is much easier to talk to and he doesn't even want to eat him. The Lamenter is obviously one of Bacchus' favorites due to his obedience and incredible combat skills (and he was only a neophyte recently). Therefore, he is forgiven for a lot. In particular, because of his character. Even Eurydice can't stay angry with him for long.

One of the few Space Marines who did not change his armor. He only added a couple of insignia to distinguish him from a loyalist. However, it is warriors like him who are the best strategy for boarding. Since the Imperials who see loyalist traitors are immediately confused.

Luka suffers from cannibalistic desires. Lamenters do not suffer from the Black Rage as much as other sons of Sanguinius. However, after the death world, Luka constantly suffers from bloodlust. But it is because of this that his "failure" (if this is not an Imperial myth) disappeared and he became more successful. After he met Malina, he began to suffer from Blood Thirst even more and ate more and more mortals (he also started to eat children which makes him really sad). But thanks to such a sacrifice to the Chaos Gods, he will never be able to harm the girl and she will live with him forever.

Luka sacrifices and performs rituals to the Chaos Gods like all Red Corsairs out of necessity. He does not despise Chaos Undivided, he simply does not care.

Before, Luka was much kinder for a heretic. He constantly saved children and dragged them to the ship. Although his previous neighbors eventually abused the children, which upset him very much (that is why he eventually ate them). And also after the reverse therapy, he began to "court" girls. Or rather, kidnap them. But all his attempts turned into failures. 5 girls died by "accident" (fucked to death, drank too much blood, another space marine killed), but he tortured 3 himself because they behaved badly.

After he found Malina, he did not care about all the mortal girls. He is literally obsessed with her and worships her, which has never happened with any other mortal. Because of this, he has become even more deadly and effective on the battlefield. Now Luka himself leads the warriors to boarding and commands the squad. Luka is extremely emotional and behaves almost like a child. He can be very nice to some people. But at the same time, he is also cruel to others. Luka is unstable and extremely dangerous chaosite. And this is coupled with his angelic appearance.

NSFW Facts:

Luka always wants to see Malina's face. To watch her face twist, her eyes water. To see how she finally starts to quietly make sounds from unprecedented sensations. Not seeing her face is taboo. And he also likes her small breasts. He thinks they look charming.

That's why most often, when it comes to bed, it's the missionary position. Or she sits on his lap, resting on his chest. He just adores how she clings to him. As if he is the only person who will protect her. As if HE is her God-Emperor.

He gets an erection EVERY time Malina calls him "Angel". This is Luka's favorite nickname. But he also loves to hear Malina praise him. That he saved her, how noble and handsome he is. How she gently touches his shoulders, cheekbones and cheeks. Looks into his eyes.

And if this happens during sex, it is harder for Luka to restrain himself. The Lamenter would also like to say something to her, but he is too delighted and obsessed with her at such moments. Therefore, he only moans and growls like an animal. His pupils dilate, and drool flows from his mouth. And the whole process is really rough. The girl is always terribly scared and Luka later has to apologize to her for a long time and wipe away her tears.

But after sex, he hugs her and kisses her entire face, saying how lucky he is. How wonderful and gentle she is. How he will take care of her. Always. That he will kill for her. He is ready to drown everything in blood just to get her a beautiful dress or feed her with berries in chocolate. And yes, if he said so, then he would do it.

Character: Virgil

*collage pictures: 1, 2, 3, 4

Age: more than 650 years

Height: 7,44 (227)

Description: red eyes, bald, grey almost white skin, white eyebrows, shark-like claw teeth, long black tongue.

Distinguishing features: Has several scars on the face. The largest ones locates along the nose. And the second one on the lip to the cheek on the left side of the face.

Has a armor of Red Corsars with the sign of Flesh Tearer on the left shoulder pad. On the belt is a cut piece of human's skin. Has a three stakes with skulls behind the back.

Reference: I think Virgil's appearance came to me spontaneously. I just imagined a typical Chaos Space Marine. But when it comes to his personality or history, I remember this meme. And I think I was also partly inspired by Immortan Joe (more from Furiosa, not Fury Road). If I had thought up Malina and Luka a long time ago, then Virgil’s character and personality were finally formed while I was writing him.

Name: The character was named after the Roman poet Virgil. Or to be more precise, in his image of the guide from Dante's Divine Comedy. Only this Virgil does not embody the human mind. And he is not just a guide in Hell and Purgatory, he literally lives there. And no, in Warhammer our flesh tearer and Chapter Master of the Blood Angels did not meet.

Facts about character:

Virgil had been fighting for the Imperium for quite some time. He was a rank-and-file Flesh Tearer, no different from his brothers. Virgil was not a sociable person, always hiding in the shadows. And in truth, he defended the Imperium as if he was following a manual. He was born an orphan and decided to become a Flesh Tearer in order to become a warrior. He only cared about war.

He did not consider the Black Rage a curse of Sanguinius. More like a gift. Moreover, he suspected that the Red Thirst was a manifestation of Chaos. Virgil always had contempt for mortals. So it is not surprising that at some point he decided to join the heretics. It was a conscious decision after 150 years of service to the Imperium. In his opinion, Chaos could give him more strength and power. And then he met the Red Corsairs.

If Virgil did not stand out in the ranks of the Flesh Tearers, then after serving under the hands of Bacchus, he quickly rose through the ranks. He enjoys power, although he does not seek to take Bacchus's place. He is much happier with his current position.

Although when he was given Luka to look after, he was not at all happy about it. But in the end he got used to the puppy, even finding him funny. But he can't call him a friend, because he never had any friends. For Virgil, Luca will always be a puppy that needs to be looked after, even if he became his leader in an alternate universe. In addition, it was thanks to him that Virgil got Malina.

The Flesh Tearer did not stand on ceremony with girls, simply raping them, and sometimes killing them during the process. But Malina calms him down and Virgil unexpectedly for himself became very attached to her (although, unlike Luka, at the very beginning he saw her as just a pretty face). Now he really does care about her in a genuine way, which is still new to him.

Virgil is constantly angry and almost always irritated. Although, unlike many Space Marines, he behaves more calmly. Therefore, it is very important for him to relax. Because of this, he often uses drugs and constantly goes to apotecary Baphomet for a new injection. Since he no longer tries to control the Blood Thirst, he can now drink blood whenever he wants.

NSFW Facts:

Virgil wants his partners quietly during sex the most. But suddenly, after Malina appeared, he realized that he liked the way she slept.The way her eyelashes flutter, the way her whole face relaxes. The way her lips open just a little. They are so wet with saliva. She is so relaxed. And if he also gets her drunk or uses the right drug (but only a safe one), then her body is more like jelly.

He loves to please her. Virgil thought that the Gods of Chaos gave him such a long tongue to better feel blood and the taste of drugs. Maybe, but now he uses it to devour her pussy. And he is very skilled at it. And if Malina is on her period that day, he can do this for 2-3 rounds. And considering that he forbids Luka to lick Malina, he practically works for two.

He is very slow and careful. Virgil does not want Malina to wake up. And sometimes that is exactly what he wants. After all, Malina is a good girl, she will be quiet. She will try not to make sounds and will even try to fall asleep again. And if she cries quietly, Virgil will get even more excited and will start licking her tears. Because of them, he wants to take care of her.

After Virgil finishes, he looks at the girl for a long time. And is silent. And this process lasts quite a long time, which makes Malina feel uncomfortable. Because it looks very creepy. After that, Virgil lies down on his bed. Very rarely, he kisses the girl on the forehead goodbye.

[siena-sevenwits]

I think I accidentally went to Saint Ignatius of Loyola for confession. In the context of something else, I mentioned I had been wasting too much time on screens, and he told me, "Then you need to be finding lots of movies about the the lives of the saints. And TV shows. And podcasts. Just fill your screen time with the saints and it will help."

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

In The Woods Somewhere

Chapter 5: Club 27 Or The Slow-Suicide Syndrome

Summary: A window to Iggy’s past.

Pairing: Father Ignatius x nun!afab!Reader

Word Count: ~ 2.7k

Content Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat 18+!, Explicit Descriptions Of Withdrawal Symptoms, Explicit Descriptions Of Ill-Advised Intravenous Druge Use, Angst And Whump In Abundance

A/N: I’m dead serious, please heed the content warnings and rather just skip this chapter if any of the mentioned things make you uncomfortable or upset!

Young Iggy Playlist dropped, folks! Please check it out, it's a whole vibe and I put a lot of work into it! 🫶🏻

Tagging: @queer-crusader @midnight-mess @theprettiesthead @blueberrypancakesworld @theidiotwhowrites @nelegance

Carry on, my wayward son

There′ll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more

- Carry On Wayward Son By Kansas

Municipality of Kiama, New South Wales, 1987

Sharp winds coming from the close coastline whipped at Iggy’s baggy clothes; an olive green zipper hoodie slacking around bony wrists and covering a thin gray shirt, his arms crossed in front of his chest to keep as much of the fleeting heat between the flimsy layers of fabric. The cold he was experiencing wasn’t only coming from the outside but much more from within, discomfort growing and nagging harder with every passing minute.

“Benji, where the fuck are you?” He muttered under his breath, the exhale carrying the stale smell of his last cigarette and his heel bouncing up and down, once pristine trainers tapping against a gravelly, broken concrete road.

Iggy had been waiting for his peculiar acquaintance for about 20 minutes now, each of them feeling like an eternity, and no matter how often he pinballed his gaze from the open side of the street back to the cul-de-sac looping in a small roundabout behind him, there was no trashy, rusty-red Ford Falcon in sight.

He felt cold sweat gathering at the nape of his neck, droplets soaking astray strands beneath a frazzled low ponytail, not blonde but also not quite coppery hair being held together by a worn-out hair tie. Next to come knocking would be the nausea and then the ache riddling through his bone marrow, gnawing away at him so deep on the inside that it would make him do stupid things to make it stop but before it even got that far, Iggy had about an hour left, one and a half if his body was generous with him today. His stomach rumbled dangerously, trying to remind the not-quite-30-year-old that he hadn’t eaten anything besides a pack of somewhat stale potato crisps the other day.

The gurgling sound emitting from his abdomen pushed Iggy to take off on his own eventually. Damned be Benji for being a fucking no-show. Iggy didn't need him. He knew where he had to go when he needed to; the place not exactly his favourite to score but, being a bit of a junk fiend, you gotta do what you gotta do and Kiama wasn't exactly an El Dorado where opiates came streaming down in rivers.

The worst would be the walk along the beach at this time of day: people getting off work, families throwing Frisbees through the air, dogs barking in excitement, tails wagging as they try to jump just high enough to catch it—picture-perfect white picket fence fantasy.

Most days, Iggy just wanted to be invisible to all of them. He'd tried to fit in, but one couldn't shake being a natural-born outlier, it seemed, and somehow everybody noticed - a joy to have in class but still the last to be picked for the dodgeball team, relentless worker but still not quite employee of the month typa beat.

“Watch where you goin’! Fucking knobhead!” A jogger nearly ran Iggy over, almost knocked into the sand by his shoulder he started stumbling.

“Fuck off!” He hollered after the jogger before his arms shot out, instinctively trying to feather the inevitable fall.

Palms grazed the sidewalk slightly before Iggy rolled over into the warm sand, limbs awkwardly splayed out for a moment and eyes squinting to deal with the sun practically laser-beaming at him.

“Fucking knobhead yourself, mate.” Iggy groaned as the dull pangs of pain in his shoulder slowly ebbed away; that'd be a juicy bruise later.

“You good?” He had to shield his eyes with the flat of his sand-covered palm to look at who was talking to him.

“Huh?” He found himself a bit dumbfounded as his gaze darted back at a teenage girl, couldn’t be older than 16 or 17 given her high-school uniform.

“Are you alright, mister?” Mister? Damn, he might be one of the last living dinosaurs, at least he sure felt like it.

“Yeah.” Iggy managed, reluctantly taking the hand being reached out to him.

Sand crumbled off his back, some falling and some getting lost in the back pockets of his worn-through jeans, as he worked himself back onto his feet with the girl's help.

“Thanks.”, Iggy scooped at the pockets of his zipper, tiny beige grains drilling into the in-between of his nails and the pads of his fingers, “Are you okay?”

With his lips pursed in sensory discomfort, he looked at the high school student, watery black mascara splodges peppered around her lower lashline, and bloodshot eyes that looked like she’d been crying harshly not that long ago.

“I will be.”, She worked her face for a faint smile, fingers instinctively wiping around her eyes, smearing the make-up along her under-eyes, “It’s a bit of a day, y’know?”

“Sure am familiar with that.”, Iggy nodded briefly, thoughts already tearing away from the random, albeit kind, stranger as his mind scrambled back to the objective at hand, “You take care, yeah?”

They exchanged a swift nod, Iggy ready to tear himself away from the interaction whilst she looked after him hurrying along the sidewalk until the green zipper and strawberry blonde hair disappeared in the distance.

By the time Iggy arrived at what was widely considered a sketchy part of the usually sleepy and dreamy coast town Kiama, he’d already forgotten most about the girl, the curiosity about what might’ve happened to her vanished quickly because why would he even bother? Probably a tanked algebra test or an unrequited high-school love; simple things that had happened to everybody and would most likely happen to everybody still stuck in the gears of public education torture.

No, Iggy had more pressing matters to tend to. However, before finishing the beeline through a thoroughly neglected front yard, he paused, having Benji’s nagging tone echoing through the back of his head, rambling on about how he shouldn’t go to the den alone because the people rotting away in there weren’t quite right in the noggin’. Thinking about it, Iggy almost produced a laugh because neither Benji nor he himself was actually all that sorted in the brain - that train had left the station about two years ago.

Whatever, really. Go in, score, get loaded, and become invisible again; easy peasy lemon squeezin’ if you’d been dancing along deadbeat tunes for long enough.

The front door wasn’t locked, as per usual, and Iggy pushed it open with the tip of his foot, a certain stench of vinegar layered with the pungent stink of alcohol and dried piss wafting at him like a brick wall of nose-numbing fetor; this place smelled infamously bad, especially considering the number of broken windows that should allow for some sort of airflow.

Iggy dry heaved a little but pushed through regardless, cold sweats and growing discomfort egging him on the make a fucking move soon.

Before he even encountered another soul, Iggy dug for a slim roll of bills, 30 bucks a cap, cradling it in the palm of his hand and ready to slip to the next best someone who could hook him up. Whilst Iggy tried to keep the rising disgust in control, he stepped over endless piles of debris: brightly orange needle covers, strips of burnt aluminum foil, dirt, and other cluttered trash; a see a rubbish to wade through.

“Ayo, Iggy, mate!” His face shot to the side and he stopped in his tracks.

Connor, a rather distant acquaintance in Benji’s orbit, sat leaning against the wall, crouched away next to a dirt-stained sofa.

“‘Sup, Con! Rily somewhere ‘round?” Iggy noticed the muffled sounds of a telly playing something in one of the rooms further into the den, feeding the hopes that one of the more diplomatic freaks, Rily, hung around somewhere in here.

“Nope.”, Iggy’s hopes got crushed immediately, “Haven’t seen him in a bit, actually. You need some, eh?”

Iggy would’ve very much liked to simply jam the whole shoe into Connor’s greasily grinning face, the man immediately sniffing out a possible gain for himself.

“You’re lucky! Got it all set up right here.”, To prove his point, Con pulled out a delicate array of three loaded syringes, even the caps were popped back on, “Don’t even have to cook it up yersel’!”

“When?” Iggy ogled the syringes splayed out like colored pencils in Connor’s pale hand.

“Half ‘n hour ago, maybe? I’m all good on it, mate.” The description of all good was certainly a spectrum in this decrepit place but Connor was right, the proposal annoyingly convenient for a jonesing Iggy.

“Smack?” Iggy inquired and Connor nodded, “Aye!”

The transaction was brief, Iggy leaning down to hand Con the money in exchange for a cap.

“Always fancy doin’ business with you, Ig’s.” Connor sneered as Iggy scurried away, working himself deeper into this garbage dump that was particularly grimy even for a shooting gallery.

Iggy hurried upstairs, mind rattling and racing because some days he was nothing short of an idiot. It felt nice to have the ready and waiting but still lacking the proper rigs. His hands had turned sweaty by the time he slumped down on a pile of old, sat-through pillows, pawing at his pockets to perhaps find something to tie himself off with, however, he wasn’t even wearing a belt and for a moment, he considered just doing it without any, that was, until fidgeting, nimble fingers touched the thick cord looping through the hood of his sweater; that….should do it.

Iggy felt his heart picking up a beat as he pulled the cord free from the zipper, the thing easily long enough to wrap around his upper arm at least twice, and whilst the gnawing greed haunting his bloodstream took over eventually, he shoved at the sleeve, pushing the fabric to pile in folds at his shoulder. The following movements were second nature to him by now; one end of the cord tightly secured, squeezed between ribcage and armpit, two tight wrap-arounds just above the crook of his arm, Iggy’s fist pumped until track mark-spotted veins protruded. Even though he’d lost his IV virginity a good while ago, Iggy never really settled well with the uncomfortable pressure of tying himself off. It egged him on to pull the orange cover from the syringe with his lips, cradling the see-through polyethylene body between index and middle finger in his free hand and thumb lightly moving the plunger to make sure that no air was left.

Entirely juxtaposed with the harsh and uncomfortable pressure emitting from the cord around his upper arm, Iggy felt indifferent to the brief prick of the needle and the inevitably following burn. It was part of the ritual and he could deal with the perishability of the sensation, eyes and mind much more transfixed on the tiny gush of red flowing back into the needle, indicating that he successfully it a vein that hadn’t collapsed - yet.

He thumbed at the plunger, the amber concoction entering his bloodstream. Just as fast as the silvery tip of the syringe had pierced through his skin, it went out again, a little droplet pooling at the injection site to be soaked up by the fuzzy fabric of Iggy’s sleeve that came tumbling down again as soon as he unwrapped his arm and tossed the cord. Within seconds a strange metallic taste spread across his tongue and after another heartbeat or two the much-anticipated chemical orgasm simply didn’t take off.

“Con?!” Iggy shoved himself back onto his feet with his back against the wall before he stumbled off to the rotten stairway railing.

“Connor?!” What had been intended as a yell only came as gargled noise, strangled-off and breathless as Iggy’s heart started thundering inside his chest.

He toppled to the side, trying to maneuver a gradually more out-of-control body down the stairs.

“Con…what-”, He’d reached the corner of the curving stairway, arms wrapped around his torso, as a violent gush of vomit shot up from the back of his throat past his lips, splattering onto a carpeted floor scattered with burn stains and trash, “Wa-was ‘n that?!”

Iggy hurled out another mouthful of barf, his entire upper body cramping as sharp jolts of pain cut through his chest

“Oh, that?” Connor, looking up from his crooked seat, eyes droopy and half-lidded, entirely unbothered by Iggy howling out in pain, “T’was a speedball, Ig’s.”

Iggy stared down at Connor, eyes wide and pupils dilated, and in a moment of clarity, he realized that he was on the likely onset of having a heart attack. The pain in his chest knocked the air from his lungs and his limbs started tingling, making it hard to fight himself down the stairs completely.

“Phone?” An amalgamation of acidic vomit residue and drool trickled from his bottom lip upon trying to utter the question.

“Phone? Does this look like a Hilton to you?”, Connor laughed, Iggy’s ribcage spasmed in heart palpitations and Connor laughed, “Oh, you’ll be jus’ fine.”

“I have an inkling that you weren’t just fine.” You stated, chin resting on your knees as the first nicotine rush after a decade rumbled through you, head comfortably dizzy for a few minutes.

“I very much was not.”, Ignatius returned with a brief nod of his head, gray smoke steaming out of his nostrils as he exhaled, his gaze darting right up against the ceiling of the chapel as he rested laying on his back next to you, frizzed-up strands of hair falling against the bridge of his nose, “Junk, heroin, is bad enough on its own but a speedball is H cooked up with some cocaine and in Connor’s case a whole fucking lot of cocaine. I passed out minutes later, after having thrown up all over myself. Next thing I know, I come to in a hospital bed. My whole body hurts and my sister is standing at the foot of the bed, looking at me, and I’ll never forget that, with nothing but malice in her eyes, going ‘Next time you pull a stunt like that please just take a noose, should be more efficient.’”

“She thought you tried to kill yourself?” You pushed and prodded a little at the topic.

“Can’t even blame her. Shooting up multiple times a day was nothing but a slowed-down suicide. Couldn’t be bothered to put effort into it, yet, I didn’t wanna live either.” He took another drag from his cigarette, snipping the ashes onto the stone tiles.

“I’ll wipe that!” It practically erupted out of him as he grew aware of the way you looked at the falling ashes, pulling a little chuckle from you immediately.

“So, you got fucked up so bad that you said ‘Fuck it, I need Jesus!’” Ignatius couldn’t help but laugh at that as well.

“I mean, that’s one way to put it. Now, what about you?” You’d waited on that question, ready to lean above him, head slightly cocked to the side.

“You alright, mister?” At first, he furrowed his brows, confusion washing over his face in one languid wave before it made way for widening eyes, his lips dropping agape a little.

“No fucking way. You?! What happened?!”

[tales-from-the-aether-ttrpg]

A Guide for Adventurers, Entry 4

On Macabre Creatures 

The dead of our world have never slept peacefully. What texts survived the Sundering mention the walking dead as an ordinary occurrence just like our day and age. To the common folk, Macabre creatures are all the same. They are corpses that walk so what difference is there? Well, my aspiring adventurer, to survive in this world, you must learn to recognize the four types of Macabre that walk the planet. Each is unique but they all share a vulnerability to fire so if you find yourself spelunking an old tomb, your torches may be more useful than you originally imagined. 

The weakest Macabre would be the Animated Dead. Animated Dead are creatures that have no sentience or soul as they are corpses puppeted by magic. A vast majority of the time, Animated Dead are being controlled by a magician but there are rare occasions when ambient magic can create Animated Dead without a purpose who simply shamble along aimlessly. 

Perhaps the most well known Macabre creature is the Undead. Undead are beings without a soul who maintain sentience and independent thought in a physical body. Even though they may range from looking completely normal to literal bones, all Undead share a base desire that drives them. This desire is the only thing that can fill the void of a soul and fulfilling it keeps them alive and strong. A vampire's desire to drink blood is not just a malevolent desire but a true need that allows them to survive. 

Living dead are perhaps the rarest of the Macabre. They are beings that maintain a soul, a physical body, and sentient independence. Often mistaken for Animated dead and killed, Living Dead can speak, form thoughts, and have desires just like any mortal. However, there is no denying that they are indeed dead. In my travels, I've encountered a skeleton that crocheted a beautiful scarf for me, a zombie that stank of rot but wrote the most moving poetry, and a severed head that brought me to tears from laughter. Why or how Living Dead are created is a topic for mad discussion amongst scholars as there doesn't seem to be a single answer. Powerful evokers can create Living Dead but Living Dead can also be created naturally. It is truly a mystery. 

Lastly, we have Spirits. Beings without a body who are just that, an incorporeal spirit. There are many ways to become a Spirit but the soul rarely remains intact. It seems that if one's soul has been damaged severely enough, they are incapable of moving into the afterlife and thus, remain in our realm. However, spirits can also be created at sites of immense death, by evokers, and naturally where the Aether crosses into our realm. Spirits are the most difficult to deal with when they are hostile as they are immune to most physical damage so avoiding a fight if you can would be ideal. The most consistent way to deal with Spirits is flame but do not be fooled, Spirits are intelligent beings who will not be easy prey if you happen to get on their bad side. 

Professor Dara Ignatius of the Institute for Wandering Minds in Itzel

This is a peak at some design elements of my TTRGP Tales from the Aether. This is not dnd. If you think some of these ideas are interesting, check out my pinned post follow for more updates :D

[hxneyfarm]

woke up thinking about this post and now i have to project on my blorbos a little bit cw: bullying, homophobia, mention of parent death

steve is in the first grade when he first becomes aware of eddie munson. it's a friday, which means he's in chapel alongside all the other students at st matthew's, but this morning is different. this morning they're doing a dress rehearsal for the second graders' first communion this weekend. there's a long line of them, right up the center aisle of the chapel in alternating boy-girl order, and everybody is watching them.

most of the second graders are doing just what they should; standing with their shoulders back, hands in front of them in prayer position, awaiting their turn to get to the front of the sanctuary and take the eucharist from father hyde.

there's one boy, though, who can't seem to stand still.

ants in his pants, as steve's mother would say. and that's no good for chapel, for mass this weekend when the boy will take the holy sacrament for the first time.

he's a little smaller than the rest of his grade, scrawny almost. his hair's a mop of unruly dark curls and he's got big brown eyes that take up most of his face. his faded trousers are an inch or so too short, showing off a strip of white sock beneath. steve's father would have never let him out of the house showing white sock beneath black trousers. the boy's belt is tightened to the very last hole.

sister ignatius hovers behind the boy, just to his right, with her severe brow pulled into a scowl and her long wooden ruler clutched in her hand.

"munson better cool it," tommy whispers at steve's side. "sister ignatius is gonna get him with that ruler of hers."

but eddie munson can't stand still, and he doesn't even get to father hyde before he catches sister ignatius' ruler across the thigh. he looks like his eyes might be welling with tears after she does it, but he stills, and he forces his body to remain as still as possible until the dress rehearsal is through

--

when steve is in the fourth grade, he's chosen to play joseph in st matthew's nativity play. eddie munson - still wild, still scrawny, still incapable of being still or quiet for more than a couple of minutes at a time - has for some godawful reason been chosen as the angel gabriel.

eddie munson doesn't take anything seriously, and the nativity play is no different. during practice and rehearsal, sister ignatius has to chase him all throughout the sanctuary while he dives beneath pews and hides under the altar and inside the hollow back of the pulpit.

steve thinks eddie munson is too old to be acting like this.

when the day finally comes, though, and they perform the nativity, munson delivers. for all the screwing around he did at practice and rehearsal, he really comes through and he shines as gabriel.

he's a touch dramatic, and his voice carries a little further than the rest of them, but there's a man and a woman in the second row of pews that smile at eddie like he is the star of both of their entire worlds as he takes a bow at the end.

the woman is young, her eyes big and dark in the same way eddie munson's are, her hair big and dark and curly. eddie's mother, for sure. the man at her side, though... that's not eddie's dad. steve's not sure how he knows it, but he does.

eddie is scooped into a hug by his mother when all is said and done, and the man at her side lays a companionable hand atop his head.

it's the happiest steve has ever seen eddie munson. the calmest, the most grounded.

--

steve is in the sixth grade when he watches eddie munson get expelled from st matthews.

he heard through the grapevine that eddie's mom died over the summer. he doesn't know the specifics but munson was out of school a lot last spring. they're not friends, barely even acquaintances, so steve doesn't offer any empty condolences when he sees eddie in the hallway between classes their first day back in the fall.

by the end of the week everything falls to shit.

steve's got no idea what or who started it, but when he comes across the scene in the hallway there are three boys surrounding eddie munson. they have eddie on his knees. one boy has a hand fisted in eddie's hair, pulling his head back at an uncomfortable angle, and the two other boys are taking turns hitting him.

the boys are using words that steve has never heard before.

fag. queer. cocksucker.

eddie munson's mouth is bleeding. there's nothing behind his eyes. he looks numb, almost dead himself. the boy holding munson down tightens his hand in his hair and pulls back again.

he says to eddie, "good thing your mom died before she found out what kinda faggot her kid is, huh?" and for the briefest moment, steve sees a flash of fire in his eyes.

and then eddie spits in the face of his attacker. he sprays blood across the other boy's face and all three of them go very very still before dropping eddie in a heap on the ground and running off to find an adult.

steve considers going to eddie, helping him up off the hallway floor, but eddie munson levels him with a hard stare and says, "fuck off."

eddie doesn't come back to st matthews after that, and over the next few years steve begins to hear rumors about him; he worships the devil, he's dealing drugs. he's gay.

--

in the spring of '86, when steve pulls on eddie's battle vest in the hazy nightmare of the upside down, there's a rosary in the pocket.

[thoughtfulfoxllama]

The Sabbath

History of the Sabbath

We read in Genesis about the Creation (a whole post in and of itself). After 6 days of separations, the Creation was still incomplete, so "Elohim blessed the Seventh Day, and Sanctified it." This is the Sabbath day, and he gave it to Adam & Eve when he placed them in Eden

The Sabbath is absent from the record until Moses. However, we can assume it was practiced, but stopped at some point (mayhaps when the Israelites were enslaved). But Moses gives the Sabbath as the 4th of the 10 Commandments (or 3rd, if you're Samaritan, Catholic, Lutheran, or Strangite), and keeping it became a sign of the Covenant between God & Israel

The Savior is accused of breaking the Sabbath multiple times. One time, he heals a man in the Pool of Bethesda just before the conclusion of the Sabbath. He points out how it is permissible to do good on the Sabbath in the Mishnah (at this point, a strictly oral tradition). He is then again accused, when he allows his Apostles to pick wheat to snack on, this time pointing out how the Sabbath is supposed to be a delight, and made specifically for mankind

The true debates about the Sabbath come from the Jewish-Christian split however. Although there are some branches that keep a Saturday Sabbath, Sunday has been made into the Sabbath, in an attempt to separate themselves from Judaism (an example is when Ignatius said Christians shouldn't celebrate, because it's idleness, in a letter that feels kinda antisemitic). Eventually, Constantine cemented the Sunday Sabbath. It became the common belief that the Sabbath was done away with, and we now celebrate the Lord's Day

(On the off-hand, It is interesting to note that the Eastern Orthodox keep a Saturday Sabbath, and keep Sunday as the Lord's Day. But, since the Sunday was the day of Resurrection, it holds a greater importance than the Sabbath in EO Theology)

Restoration

Joseph Smith received almost nothing about the Sabbath. In D&C 58:9-19, the Lord says that on the Lord's Day (Sunday), we are to Confess our Sins, Worship God, and receive the Eucharist (the Sacrament). It also says to prepare our food with "singleness of heart" that our fasting may be perfect & our joy full, and that everything that comes from the Earth in the season thereof is meant to bring delight to man (specifically referencing food, but it can also apply to other things, like flowers). Other documents tell us he associated Sunday with the Sabbath, a trend which continues to this day (following the trend of Sunday superseding the Sabbath). However, in other lands (such as Israel), the day is different. This shows that the day of the Sabbath doesn't matter, but rather that we get the time to worship

It is worth a brief mention though that James Strang made Saturday the Sabbath in his branch. All the other branches keep a Sunday Sabbath

Sabbath Activities

What can we do on the Sabbath. Well, that's up to you

If we read D&C 58 as discussing the Sabbath, then we should prepare food with "singleness of heart," and that it is to be a day of fasting (although, given the fact food is being prepared at all shows this is not a traditional fast. Perhaps it is a fast from meat, as common during Lent. Perhaps something entirely different)

Prophets also tell people off for going hiking or boating on the Sabbath, and some parents don't allow their kids to play with other kids, or swim, or do anything like that. This is, in my opinion, not correct. The Sabbath is a Joy, a Delight. We should try to take the Sacrament whenever possible, but I see no issue in being in nature, or engaging in wholesome recreation, as long as we don't forget the Lord

In essence, the Sabbath is a time to act like we are already Exalted. We should prepare by getting our labors done before (if possible), so we are not burdened. But if you find joy in an activity, and feel close to the Lord doing it, then so be it

So, what do I think:

I like the idea of a Saturday Sabbath, and keeping the Lord's Day, like the Eastern Orthodox (I really like the EO Church, if you couldn't tell)

From the beginning, the Sabbath is a day of rest, a day of delight. But, if you have a calling, your Sundays are anything but restful. Even though we are supposed to have time for our families on Sunday, meetings can keep us from that. Often, we leave Church exhausted & stressed, not rested & joyful

Is this practical, not really, especially in a society where we are expected to be constantly on the go, and where it's almost impossible to find a job with Weekends off (or, you know, you have kids). But it's an ideal