#Layla Sin

[plentifulpronstar]

Layla Sin

[arsphotographica]

[bamanathan]

[darlenicy]

a hater at heart. She depised Bloom with everything she had (same lol).

So true. Hater at heart describes her really well. And I mean, yes she hates bloom so much and I love her for that

For some reason, I've always loved Musa, which is weird because we share nothing in common lol. But she's cute, so we stan!

I've noticed that the Winx fandom doesn't particularly like Tecna because of her short hair 💀 But she was hilarious in the first couple seasons, then Nick decided to just butcher her character. From then on, my girl quite literally had no personality. And you notice that overtime they slowly started to turn her into a girly chick😭😭😭 You can see it with Musa and Aisha/Layla as well. All three girls were tomboys, and Bloom, Stella and Flora were the ultra feminine girls. NOW THEY'RE ALL CARBON COPIES OF EACH OTHER!!!

AND ICYYYYY! THE CVNTIEST BITCH IN THE ENTIRE SHOW!! Like, how can you not say icon??? Plus my girl was a hater at heart. She depised Bloom with everything she had (same lol).

[givethemsmut]

Cody Rhodes x Reader

Made of Gold | Chapter One

Summary

I was hellbent on finding love in all the wrong places when I tripped over the one person who wasn't buying the rebellion act.

He saw right through me...

Details

Cody Rhodes X Reader

Enemies-to-Lovers

Age Gap (taboo)

18+ (Trigger Warner applies)

WWE mixed with real life

I don’t own WWE characters, IFKYK, etc.

Tons of Smut

Waiting on the side of the road for my bestfriend I knew tonight wouldn't be any different than any other night. We were walking, talking, trouble.

We both would escape our ivory towers where we were forced to wear uniforms to school and behave like the young ladies our parents believed us to be. Together we would sneak into bars and clubs just to get a taste of freedom. Something we weren't going to have until we turned eighteen and left our toxic mansions behind.

Yardbird was a popular bar in Georgia, full of cigar smoke and people trying to feel more important than we actually were. Everything was leather, broken in and full of sin. There were privacy greens and a giant bar. Getting in was easy but not getting thrown out was our problem.

Slipping inside past the security guard that my fellow wild child had fucked made it easy. Our pinkies lacked around each other’s before we grin in each other’s direction. This was where we parted way, making our own trouble, finding someone to love us the way privilege didn’t.

The only difference between us was I was a virgin who liked the chase more than the end game.

Standing at the bar, I ordered myself a vodka soda with cranberry and watched the bartender’s eyes shift down my body strategically.

My cleavage was on display in a low cut bodysuit and my tight black jeans showing off the curves I had. It wasn’t much but I had a butt that sat high and taunt.

“Drink is on me, beautiful.” Laying it on thick, I smiled back but I wasn’t willing to settle.

I had a little game with myself, I would scan the bar and look for the one person I knew would be hard to get and that was my target.

He was blonde, not naturally but bleached, toned muscles that resembled a Greek God instead of a muscle head, surrounded by friends, and I knew I had to have him. He wasn’t flirting with girls or even looking. I wanted the one person who didn’t want to be wanted.

Twisting towards the second bartender I whispered loud enough to hear over the music. “Who is that? People are starring.”

“Cody Rhodes, signed to WWE. They’re celebrating. Wanna send over a drink?”

Bless bartenders for their bad ideas that sound so good when you’re desperate for it to go your way. “Bottle of your best tequila.”

His eyes widened, “That’s $300, easy.”

Slapping my black card on the bar top he suddenly had no more questions. My privlage came with funds, it was the least they could have done.

I sat at the end of the bar, watching him deliver the expensive bottle and point to me at the bar specifically. Ignoring the credit I waited for Cody to swoop over when I saw him out of the corner of my eye.

Setting the heavy bottle down his voice felt like an old song you vaguely remember. “I can’t accept this. It’s an expensive bottle but thank you.”

“I heard you were celebrating. It’s not a big deal, keep it. You deserve it.” I smiled sweetly, pushing the bottle closer to him.

His blue eyes sparkled in the dim light and I felt myself swoon when he leaned into me, “You look a little young to be here. Stay out of trouble.”

He completely chalked me up to a child when he took the bottle back to his table, dismissing any flirting and nothing pissed me off more. No one ever asked me my age before, let alone cared. The fact that he cared about me being too young to be chewed up by the men here only made me want him more.

That’s when I knew if I wanted him I had to get his friend’s attention. It wasn’t hard when Layla and I started dancing together, holding our second drinks, and swaying our hips against each other. There wasn’t really a dance floor at this kind of bar but we made one anyways.

After the song ended, we took a seat at the bar, just waiting for them to bit the way they always did.

My second drink in I could feel the buzz working its way up my body, starting a small fire inside my stomach when one of his buff friends stood next to me. “Another drink of whatever she is having.” Pausing, he looked down at me from his tall height, “Absolutely beautiful”

Offering a smile you couldn’t resist I twisted in my seat, my legs colliding with his and his hand slipping up the outside of my thigh.

I let my eyes look around him, trying to find Cody, and see if he was watching. Coming up empty I slipped off the barstool, my ass pressed against his crotch and grabbing my leather jacket on the back of the stool.

Cody was sitting a few seats down, surrounded by friends, when I noticed his eyes glued to me. Giving him a mischievous smile, I spoke to his friends even tho my eyes were locked with Cody’s. “Do you wanna get out of here?”

Standing up when he heard my words, I tried not to look accomplished when he stomped over to me. “Austin, a word.”

“Seriously, dude? I’m a little busy right now.”

He looked right at me, “She’s under age. You’re stupid but not that stupid.”

His friend was too drunk to even care. “It’s one night, bro. Don’t worry so much.”

The weight of his arm slung around my neck felt like a work out when he started to lead us to the door. Cody’s hand on his shoulder stopped us again, “See the blonde at the end of the bar? All yours. She’s already primed. This one is mine. Throwing his hands up like Cody’s word was law he moved on without so much as an apology. “Where do you live? I’m getting you an Uber.”

“No, thanks. I’m having too much fun ruffling your feathers,” I said before shooting back another shot. I was way more tipsy than I had ever been before and trouble felt a lot more dangerous with Cody’s hand around my arm. “I saw you watching me.”

“More like protecting you. These guys aren’t boyfriend material. How old are you anyways?”

“Keep it down, buzzkill.” He dragged me to the side of the bar where the entrance to the bathroom was hidden. It was perfect place to not be seen. Pushing me against the wall, he crowded me, our bodies almost touching. “No one is looking for a boyfriend,” I snapped back.

“How old are you?” He asked again.

“Almost legal. A few months away doesn’t change how tight my pussy is.”

I watched his throat bob with a hard swallow. “Not my type, I prefer legal.”

“Then why were you watching me all night?” The shots were half the reason for my sharp tongue when I kept poking the bear.

“Because I feel bad for you. I used to be you. Fighting against all the privilege just to make them pay attention more. Hoping a string of wrong guys pisses them off so you choose to be a slut. Am I close?”

Chewed up and spit out the same way he claimed to be protecting me from.

“You’re an asshole,” I wanted it to hurt but I knew it didn’t hurt as much as his words. Pushing past him, I didn’t even look back as the sting of failure settled in.

The cold air of evening hit my face but it wasn’t enough to sober me up. The bell above the door chimed when I looked over my shoulder to see Cody bringing me my leather jacket. “Let me take you home at least.”

I knew there was a sliver of hope and the liquid courage was only cheering me on to make bad decisions. “I’m the F150 across the street.”

Cody’s big ass truck sat along the curb all murdered out, completely black on black. Opening the door for me I climbed in thankful I was wearing pants tonight otherwise everyone would have gotten a show.

My hand found its way to his thigh and I watched his head drop forward in frustration. “I’m just driving you home. That’s all.”

“What if I’m already a slut? What if you aren’t the only older guy I’ve been with?” My hand didn’t leave his thigh, sneaking high and high while he drove.

“Doubtful. What are you, in high school? Why don’t you find yourself a jock boyfriend?”

I sighed loudly, taking my hand back, “Not my type. The next hotel is fine.”

I knew I couldn’t go home like this and I was used to crashing at hotels instead of going home. Every weekend was a blur of mistakes and men that I would never follow through with. I would get right up to the line only to call it a night.

“Hotel? I’m not leaving you in a hotel. I might as well let Austin take you back to his place then.”

“Maybe you should have. I’m not going home wasted, hard pass. It’s either your place or hotel.” I said sternly while gazing out the window.

Making a hard U-turn against the gravel he headed the opposite direction. “I’m not fucking you. Let’s make that clear right now. I’m not leaving you at a hotel to get date raped by some perv.”

“You sound like a lot of fun…” Sarcasm dripped from my mouth as he kept driving towards his home. Once we finally got there he parked in the driveway of a cute house with brick accents and a big yard. Rounding the car he opened the door for me and helped me down like a gentleman. Something about him didn’t just make my panties wet but my heart speed up.

“Welcome to my house. There’s some guest rooms you can use for the night or the couch if you prefer.” Unlocking the door I walked into a complete bachelor pad full of wrestling memorabilia, family photos framed on the walls, and minimal decor the way a woman’s touch provides.

Dropping my bag on the kitchen island I slipped my jacket off. “Can I barrow a shirt?” I bridged the gap between us and my hand pulled his shirt like I wanted his.

Leaning into me, his mouth found my ear and he whispered, “Nice try but you’re not going to break me. I can control myself.”

Rolling my eyes I sighed internally, annoyed more than ever. He left me there to go grab a shirt when I twirled around aimlessly, snooping, taking in his home until I ventured up the stairs.

Catching a glimpse of Cody, adjusting his fresh sweatpants and still shirtless. I wanted to watch but the other part of me wanted to crawl into his bed. Leaning against the door frame I scared him, making him jump, “Jesus, you’re practically perfect. You said I reminded you of yourself. What does that mean?”

His square jaw tensed and his baby blues seemed cloudy, “Yeah, the pressure of a successful family. To be like them, to bee perfect, to make a name for yourself but don’t forget you’re a legacy. The way they want to take credit for who you are but not actually raise you. My father is a legend in WWE and so is my brother… believe it or not, I know exactly why you’re acting out.”

Tossing me a fresh shirt I caught it, walking over to the bed I pulled my phone from my back pocket and pushed my jeans down my legs. My thong only flattered my curves more when he turned around quickly. Not wearing a bra, I unclasped the bodysuit and pulled it off down my legs exposing my c-cup breasts. “I just want to forget, pretend a hotel is my home, be free.”

“Few months, right? You will be.” He peeked, peeling his eyes open to check I was wearing his shirt.

I sat on the end of his bed, opening my legs and hoping it was enough to finally break him when he sauntered over to me. “Even if you were twenty three like me, I still wouldn’t fuck you the way you want. I only fuck girls who leave in the morning and your father would probably love me. I’m bad for your plan to piss them off.”

“Suit yourself, Cody.” My hands pressed against his chest, “It’s not everyday you get to deflower a virgin.”

Leaving his room I stopped on the stairs when I heard him muffle a groan. Smiling to myself I skipped down the stairs and crashed on his couch. I expected him to be up before me but maybe he was simply sleeping in when I decided to let my hand trail down my stomach to the front of my panties.

I had the wildest dream last night, soaking my panties and I couldn’t help but touch myself. I was beyond ready to ditch the virginity but not for anyone, I was Hellbent on Cody now.

His brown leather couch engulfed me, sitting in with my fingers teasing my clit through my panties. A soft moan escaped my lips and my hips chased my fingers even more. I didn’t even hear the door close when Cody walked into the open concept space.

“Whoa. Fuck.” He stopped with a scuff of his sneakers and I had to get my breathing under control. “Are you trying to kill me? Do you know how fucking hard it is to sleep upstairs knowing you’re down here in a fucking thong and my shirt and not fuck you? I have a contract to think about, not going to jail for fucking someone in high school.”

Peering above the back of the couch, I watched Cody brace the kitchen island and let his head hang. “Six months until I’m eighteen doesn’t change anything. I’m not miraculously a different person. All it means is I’m horny as fuck.”

Just starring at me he cleared his throat. “Please put your panties back on so I can take you home.”

Slipping my panties off I fingered the string, draping it over his shoulder. “Protecting me from you isn’t going to protect me from fucking anyone else. Don’t worry, I called an Uber already.”

Pulling my jeans on without my panties, stepping into my heels, and grabbing my stuff I headed outside to flag an Uber down I hadn’t called yet.

I started walking while I waited, avoiding standing in his driveway, and all I could think about was Cody half naked. All I wanted to do was lick every muscle on his body. He could say no now but he wasn’t going to say no forever.

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✧ MOONLIGHT’S MASTERLIST ✧

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Marvel ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

characters: bucky barnes, steve rogers, sam wilson, natasha romanoff, yelena belova, loki, moon knight, layla el-faouly, joaquin torres, druig, spider-man, doctor strange, miguel o'hara

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Pedro Characters ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

characters: frankie morales, javier peña, agent whiskey, ezra, marcus pike, pero tovar, dave york, the thief, oberyn martell

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* The Batman ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

characters: bruce wayne, selina kyle, alfred pennyworth

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Top Gun Maverick ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

characters: bradley "rooster" bradshaw, jake "hangman" seresin, mickey "fanboy" garcia, natasha "phoenix" trace

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* The Last of Us ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

characters: joel miller, tommy miller

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Hugh Jackman Characters ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

characters: logan howlett, eddie alden, drover, leopold

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* MISCELLANEOUS ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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*Melody and Layla kissing in the background* meanwhile Fallon and Xyla gags when the two couple are kissing*

“My gaia, these bitches gay.”

Whispered under his breath, gossip levels of whisper, said to absolutely nobody.

[klbwriting]

For Love of Fiction

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!Plus size!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: When Jason first started out as Red Hood he found a book that was starring none other than him. He picks it up, curious, and finds that he loves it, when the third book comes out he goes to a book signing and finds the author might be the person of his fictional dreams

Notes: ya, this happened, I'm not sure if I add some more or not, please reply or reblog if you want a part 2!

Jason hadn't started reading YN's books on purpose. About a year after his return to Gotham he stumbled across a book in the local library one night as he was waiting for an informant. He was in his gear, perusing the books on the author's from Gotham stand and he saw one with an interesting cover. It was a plus size woman wearing scrubs stitching up the arm of a vigilante in a red helmet. He was a bit shocked to be honest, seeing someone blatantly putting him on a book cover. He picked up, looking at the description.

Layla Olden was just a nurse, working to save her emergency room patients in a city torn apart by turf war. The city was being cut up by villains of all kinds and the hospital where Layla worked was stuck in the middle. The only hope for the dying city is found in the form of Red Fox, the masked vigilante who's willing to take on the worst of the worst to protect his city. One night he is injured and breaks into the hospital's storeroom, unaware that Layla is there. She sees his injuries and stitches him and starts an adventure she never planned while nursing not only the Red Fox's body but his soul.

It didn't exactly sound like amazing literature but Jason had never seen a book with him as the main character. He was fascinated by it. He set down a 20$ on the stand where the book was and took it with him. That morning after patrol he started reading and he couldn't stop. The cover and the description weren't completely honest. The book wasn't just a love story between a vigilante and a nurse, it was a character study on a man who can't come to terms with his father, or his past, and a study on how society treats women based on their appearance. The book wasn't exactly about him either. This woman clearly didn't know his identity, but she created a compelling character that Jason could relate too. The Red Fox was really Phineus Simpson, son of the richest man in the city who ran away due to his father's unsavory affiliation with the city's worst crime lords. He started hiding in underground fight clubs, learning skills and gaining connections to help him start to cleanse the city and repay the sins of his father. And Layla was probably the most amazing woman he had ever heard of. She was smart, funny, kind, but she was also sarcastic, stubborn, and sometimes self-righteous, she was everything Jason had ever dreamed of in a woman. Too bad she was a fictional character. He couldn't put the book down, the characters and the plot, the way she described the city as if it was a living, breathing creature worth love and protection. It was amazing.

And when the sequel came out he was first in line at the bookstore to buy it. He devoured it in one night, faking sickness for the first time ever in his life. Bruce had been suspicious but Jason really laid on the coughing and shivers and the man relented, going with Tim instead. The second book was somehow better than the first, giving insight into the heroine's struggles with her mother's death at the hands of Phin's father. It was also when she found out who Red Fox was and it almost destroyed the relationship, but in the end they came through and admitted their love. Jason wished he had something like this, someone who saw him like this author saw Red Fox. He was more than just the mask, more than his father, more than his past. There was a third book coming he knew, and when it released he was going to be first again, and maybe he would find the author, leave her a note or something saying how much the book meant to him.

The third and final book was due out at midnight and Jason had scored a ticket to an exclusive signing at a local bookstore, apparently where YN used to write the books at when she needed to get out of her apartment. He was pouring through the second book, trying to finish the last ten pages before he left to go to the signing. Dick wandered by his room, knocking.

"Not now Dick," Jason said, not taking his eyes off the book. He heard his brother laugh as he ignored him and stepped into the room.

"What makes you love that book so much?" he asked, sitting in one of the chairs by Jason's bookshelves. Jason groaned and stood. He might as well leave and read at the bookstore.

"None of your business," he said, grabbing his jacket and heading to the garage. "You wouldn't understand, when's the last time you read anything that wasn't a picture book?" Dick pretended to be wounded, laughing as he waved goodbye to his brother.

Jason hopped on his bike and got to the bookstore early, standing in between the shelves near where chairs were set up for the reading and Q and A. There were a few people sitting and waiting already, discussing the book themselves. Jason stayed back, not really wanting to share his thoughts, the last time he had talked to someone about why he liked the books they had fallen asleep, but that was how Tim was sometimes. He hung back, reading the last few pages, when he felt someone bump him. He jumped, turning and coming face to face with YN herself.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I was just trying to grab that and slipped." She pointed to a book on the top shelf. It was a copy of Persuasion by Jane Austen. Jason reached for, being quite a few inches taller than her, and gave it to her. "Thank you so much, um, o, I see you're here for the reading. I uh, hope you like the book," she stammered, blushing a little before backing away and almost knocking over a stand of her own books. She turned redder, threw him another look and went to the other side of the shelves. Jason was a little star struck, but also was struck by how pretty she was, the picture on the back of the book didn't do her justice. He could see the resemblance she had to her character, she was plus size herself with matching hair and eye color. He swallowed hard, if she was anything else like Layla in the book he was in love. He moved to take a seat in the back for the reading. YN was introduced and she took a seat behind the table in front, opening the final book to the first page.

"Welcome, well I'm just going to start since I know you're very excited to know what happens to Layla and Phin," she said, smiling wide. "First, the dedication. This is dedicated to the Red Hood, who probably has no idea this little book exists, but without them both I and the book wouldn't be here. Thank you." The group clapped and Jason felt his cheeks get red. He quickly looked at the ground, pretending to be very fascinated by something on his boot. She started reading and by the time she finished he was definitely in love. Her voice, the way she held such passion for her words, it was beautiful. She was beautiful. She answered everyone's questions with kindness and even that sarcasm he recognized from Layla. She even looked back at him at the end. "Does our gentleman have any questions?" she asked, smiling at him. He blushed but nodded.

"Why Red Hood? Why not Batman or Robin or Nightwing?" he asked. That was what originally made him pick up the book and he still wasn't sure why she would choose him out of all the heroes that were in the city. He was nobody, an after thought for everyone, even Bruce and Dick most of the time. What made him so special to her? She looked surprised by his question.

"I...I don't think anyone has honestly asked me that before, thank you," she said. "Well, around five years ago I went to a Halloween party at a club with my then boyfriend and his friends. He broke up with me that night, at the party, had some stupid, childish bet with his friends about getting the ugly, fat girl to have sex with him. It was terrible, I walked out the club into the alley outside to get some air, find my way back to my college dorm room, when a man with a gun approached me. Just like Gotham to have someone mug me after I was just humiliated. As I was struggling to stop crying and get my wallet for the guy, praying he wouldn't shoot me, Red Hood drops behind him and says 'hey, leave the pretty lady alone' and punches him. The guy is flat on his back, unconscious so I wasn't in danger anymore, he could have just taken off, instead Red Hood walks me to the curb and waits for a taxi to come by, making sure I got in it safely. The last thing he said to me was 'bye gorgeous' and well, I was smitten honestly. The next morning I woke up, skipped my classes and started writing, and well, now I'm here and I still kind of have a crush on Red Hood." She was blushing furiously by the end of the speech and Jason was blushing also, staring at her.

He remembered that night. Remembered that pour woman, crying while the mugger held out the gun. Jason almost ignored it, thinking that he was above such lowly crimes at the time, let Robin handle it, but something about the way she had looked, more sad than scared, made him stop. That one night and she wrote this book for him? He was honored, flattered. He'd never felt better about himself honestly. The Q and A ended after that and she signed books. He waited at the end of the line. When he got to the front she blushed again when she looked at him.

"I'm sorry if my story was a little much before, I got lost in the memory," she said. He smiled at her. "I did appreciate the question though."

"I'm glad you answered it, I've been wondering about it for years," he said. "Um, would I be crazy to ask for your number?" He had no idea why he was even trying, he was sure she got asked this question a lot. She looked at him surprised, biting her lip in thought.

"Well, I'm not going to give my number to a stranger, but I do have an Instagram, if you follow me you could message me there? I will answer," she said. Jason nodded slowly. "Thank you for coming....?"

"Jason," he said. She nodded and wrote something in his book before handing it back. He smiled and headed out, resolving to get himself an Instagram as soon as he got home. He opened the book as soon as he got to his room

Jason, thank you for your question, hope to see you again, YN

[hederasgarden]

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DEMON︰DEVIL ID PACK

NAMES︰ abadden. abaddon. ace. adder. alastair. alastor. amon. amy. antagone. ash. asher. ashes. asmo. avarice. avaricia. bael. balam. bane. banshee. baphomet. behemoth. belial. bellatrix. bellinor. berry. birsha. blake. blazer. brimine. bull. bune. cain. caine. cambion. casimir. caym. cerberus. charon. cherry. claude. colere. corbin. corvid. creseis. cronus. crow. crowley. cruella. damian. damien. damon. daniel. dantalion. deirdre. dem. demonesse. demonette. demonia. dera. devilie. devume. diablo. diedre. dizzy. dracula. emily. entropy. ezra. fang. fangesse. fangette. felix. foras. furfur. furio. furiosa. grimbaer. hades. hecate. hermes. hex. ialyre. ira. ire. james. janus. jester. jinx. jinx/jynx. jynx. karina. kawa. lacey. lamb. lamia. layla. lilith. lilloth. lolia. luci. lucien. lucifer. lucius. lunesse. lycan. magnus. mal. malcius. malice. malicia. mallory. malorie. mammon. mania. mara. marnise. meilius. midas. minerva. misery. moonesse. moonette. moonie. moony. night. nightesse. nikolai. nithvine. noire. noiresse. noirette. nyx. omen. paimon. pandora. peri. persephone. pitch. ram. rena. rogue. ruby. sanguis. seere. seiriphi. silas. sinn. skittle. snake. stella. toxin. vessel. vex. vexa. vic. vice. victor. victoria. vince. vincent. viper. virtue. voss. vulture. wither. zoe.

PRONOUNS︰ ace/acedia. ang/anger. ash/ash. ava/avaritia. bad/bad. bat/bat. bit/bitter. black/black. blood/blood. burn/burn. claw/claw. con/conjure. crackle/crackle. dark/dark. dark/darkness. deceit/deceitful. demon/demon. demon/demonic. devil/devil. envy/envy. evil/evil. fang/fang. fear/feared. fiend/fiend. fire/fire. flame/flame. fraud/fraud. geh/gehenna. gluttony/gluttony. goat/goat. greed/greed. grey/grey. grr/growl. gu/gula. hades/hades. hate/hate. hel/hel. hel/helheim. hell/hell. hell/hellish. here/hersesy. hiss/hiss. horn/horn. hx/hxm. hy/hym. h⸸/h⸸m. imp/imp. inferno/inferno. ira/ira. ix/ix. jest/jest. joke/joke. lamb/lamb. lava/lava. lethal/lethal. level/level. liar/liar. lie/lie. limbo/limbo. loom/loom. lust/lust. lux/luxuria. night/night. poison/poison. pride/pride. punish/punish. red/red. satan/satan. scare/scare. sheol/sheol. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. sh⸸/h⸸r. sin/sin. sli/slither. slither/slither. sloth/sloth. soul/soul. spite/spite. succubi/succubus. suffer/suffer. super/superbia. tart/tartarus. thief/thief. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. th⸸y/th⸸m. toxin/toxin. tre/treachery. twist/twisted. un/holy. unholy/unholy. venom/venom. vil/villain. vile/vile. villian/villain. vio/violence. wick/wicked. wrath/wrath. wretch/wretched. ⚰️. 🐐. 👹. 👿. 💀. 🔥. 🔱. 😈.

[panther-os]

Full Name and Family Headcanons

For the extended 141 family plus the fruity bastard betrayer (derogatory (affectionate)), some more complete than others. If any of this is directly contradicted by canon, I don't care, that's why they're headcanons

Soap

John Steven Donald MacTavish

Two loving parents, the youngest with at least 3 older siblings, all sisters. Closely enough related to the Chief of the Name and Arms of MacTavish to a) be considered low upper class and b) know his exact place in the line of hereditary succession. Also the kilt he wears on special occasions is always the modern MacTavish tartan, do your research. Grew up in Bonnyrigg outside Edinburgh and is emotionally attached to Sir Salter Scott

Ghost

Simon Lorcán Riley

Same family and circumstances as '09 Ghost (extremely poor, abusive dad, oldest of two boys), but give him loving maternal grandparents and three cousins. He's Irish by ethnicity and heritage, which a few family members kept alive and passed down to him, but British by nationality. His great-great-(great-?)grandparents migrated to Manchester during the Great Hunger, but his aunt moved back to Ballylongford where some of the family originally lived. His cousins and maternal grandmother are all alive but think he's dead and he keeps it that way for their safety. His middle name is after his maternal grandfather who died when he was young and was given to him by his grandma. I do also hc he's trans and have a deadname headcanon for him but I don't share those. The specific neighborhood he grew up in inside Manchester was Beswick

Gaz

Kyle Adam Garrick

Grew up in Brixton in London, relatively poor with two loving but working parents, but also with an enormous tight-knit community and more neighborhood aunties and uncles and cousins than he knew what to do with. Has one baby sister but she's 20 years younger than him so she's a baby baby and he was already enlisted and moved out when she was born

Price

John Matthew Price

Grew up in Anfield in Liverpool, near the football stadium. Avid fan, ropes Ghost into Liverpool vs Man United debates every season. Ghost doesn't even like football. Middle class, working dad and stay at home mom, older sister, younger sister

Roach

Gary Parker Sanderson

Working poor, older sister, younger brother

Laswell

Katherine Emma Laswell

Middle class child of divorce, no step-siblings or step-parents, lesbian wine aunt who's basically Kate Kane (coincidentally Kate's favorite superhero)

Nikolai

Nikolai Antonovich Pokrovsky

Absent parents, one younger sister

Farah

Farah Leyla Karim

Canon family - two loving parents killed by AQ, one older brother. Her middle name is the Georgian spelling of the Arabic name Layla (see my post about Urzikstan and Abkhazia for why this spelling)

Alex

Alexander Jeremiah Keller

Two older sisters, two triplet sisters (one an hour older, one three hours younger), two younger sisters, single mom, also raised by aunt and grandmother

Alejandro

Alejandro Ernesto Vargas Leon

Grew up working poor, dad died when he was three, mom had to work, older brother 4ys older took jobs for the cartel starting at 12-ish to make ends meet and left Ale as the "man of the house" at 8. Also has one 4ys younger sister (same dad, mom was pregnant) and 12ys younger twin baby brothers (different dad who chose not to be in the picture, oopsie babies). He loves the twins but wants to hang them upside down by their shoelaces more often than not, his sister is just as mischievous but more mature and subtle about it which made her easier to raise

Rudy

Rodolfo Ildefonso Parra Rosales

Born into a poor family, cartel killed his parents when he was three, adopted by a single mom after that. His new family is unrelated to the Cartel but his bisabuela is just as feared and respected as El Sin Nombre and La Araña before her, if not more in some parts of the city. Learned his best chancla skills from her. Only child but grew up in a massive multigenerational multifamily home with at least 20 older cousins - was the baby until he was 7 and now he's the second youngest

Graves

Phillip Windsor Graves

Upper class, born to parents who had an heir to the company because it was expected of them but who didn't actually want or like kids. Essentially raised by a rotating cast of nannies

[waltfrasescazadordepalabras]

La viuda de los gatos

Cuenta la leyenda que una joven y hermosa mujer llamada Layla quedó viuda a los 16 años, su padre la había vendido a un rico hacendado a la edad de 14 años, el cual decidió hacerla su esposa al ver su belleza y cuando este murió ella heredó todas sus riquezas. Al poco tiempo el padre ya era el amo de todas esas tierras y del dinero de su joven hija. Al año siguiente, el padre volvió a casar a Layla con otro hombre mucho mayor. Él era un comerciante de telas muy adinerado.

Al cabo de 2 años volvió a quedar viuda, y mucho más rica... ya la noticia se había extendido de que la joven mujer atraía la mala suerte, pues ya a tan corta edad era viuda por dos ocasiones. Al cabo de unos meses, la joven viuda conoce a Leonidas, un joven que se enamoró perdidamente de Layla y no creía en maldiciones ni nada . Layla, por primera vez, sí deseaba casarse con Leonidas. Como el joven gozaba de una posición económica muy buena, el padre da el consentimiento para que Layla se case por tercera vez.

Transcurrió otro par de años y Layla y Leonidas eran muy felices pero no duró mucho su felicidad pues Leonidas también murió en un extraño accidente... Layla estaba destrozada y se encerró en sus aposentos, no quería recibir visitas de nadie,los únicos que se ecabullian en su dormitorio eran un par de gatos pardos , que a medida que pasaba el tiempo ya no eran dos sino más de 10... Layla compartía la comida con sus amigos felinos...

Cuando ella por fin decidió abandonar su dormitorio, los gatos la seguían por todos lados. La gente del pueblo la miraba con desprecio porque el cura del pueblo había corrido la voz de que era una bruja porque tenía muchos gatos negros, y con 22 años ya había enterrado a tres esposos. A Layla no le importaba, pues ella no quería volver a casarse nunca más.

Pasaron los días, las semanas y meses y el rumor de que en el pueblo había una bruja pronto se extendió por todos los lugares. La habían apodado la viuda de los gatos...

Sucedió que una noche hubo una gran tormenta y cayó un rayo justo en la iglesia del pueblo, y para la mala suerte de Layla se lo atribuyeron a ella. Al segundo día, un pueblo enardecido coge a Layla y la queman viva en la hoguera argumentando que es una bruja; no les importó la súplica del padre de Layla.

Layla gritaba y pedía ayuda,entre gritos de dolor decía que era inocente, pero la joven se quemó en la hoguera mientras pegaba gritos desgarradores y dijo casi sin aliento: juro que me vengaré de cada uno de ustedes...

En la noche, el padre, llorando, solo recoge su cuerpo inerte. Nada quedaba de su hermoso rostro,era una escena desgarradora. El padre la pone en un ataúd y la lleva hasta su gran mansión. Los únicos que le hacían compañía eran los gatos, que maullaban de dolor por la muerte de su protectora. El padre, llorando, se confiesa frente al cadáver de su hija, que por su avaricia, había dado muerte a sus tres yernos . Estaba muy arrepentido y no podía soportar el dolor y la culpa, frente al cadáver de Layla tomó veneno y se mató...

Esa noche hubo otra gran tormenta con rayos y truenos, y cayó justo en el gran camapanario del pueblo... Los moradores estaban muy asustados, se lo atribuyeron que era la maldición de Layla; nadie quería entrar a esa mansión. Le tenían mucho temor. Solo los gatos eran los únicos que habitaban esa casa.

Y en el pueblo aún había sucesos paranormales. Veían pasado la medianoche a la viuda de los gatos, ella caminaba por toda la ciudad rodeada de sus gatos... pasaban las semanas y una plaga de gatos se desató . Cada día eran más los gatos,en cada esquina del pueblo había tres o cuatro, y los accidentes estaban a la orden del día. Uno, cocinando, se tropieza, cae de cabeza en un caldero, otro se ahogó en el río, otro rebanando pan, se corta la mano y muere desangrado, otro se cae del granero. Otras muertes eran tan simples como caerse de las escaleras,así uno a uno todos los que participaron en el vil asesinato de Layla iban muriendo. El cura, el instigador de todo, estaba con mucho miedo y todo se lo atribuyó a los gatos, y en una noche particularmente oscura y fría, se escabulle con una antorcha con la intención de acabar de una vez por toda con los gatos. Llegó hasta la puerta de la gran mansión para así quemarla, pero la puerta se abrió de repente y ve a Layla pálida y hermosa con un gato negro en la mano. El cura se asusta y sale corriendo, pero los gatos le caen encima y del miedo suelta la antorcha de sus manos y se le prende la sotana. Él intenta sacarse la sotana , pero no puede, por más que lo intenta,y grita aparatosamente mientras tiene una muerte horrible igual a la de Layla.

Layla lo mira con rencor mientras el gran portón de su mansión se cierra...

Cuenta la leyenda que Layla terminó vengándose de todos quienes la quemaron viva , y así pasó a ser otra leyenda más de terror.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Gym Membership - Part 56 (Crosshair)

Summary: Layla has an incident

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Can't believe this is the second last chapter, at least for Crosshair's section. There will be more in the Omega section, but I'm going to take a brief hiatus on this story to focus on Sins of the Father. So I will be revamping the story layout. Making it shorter chapters, editing previous chapters. So that will be my main focus for a little bit.

The season finale for Gym Membership will be uploaded Friday or Saturday, depending on which day I have more free time.

I want to thank everyone who loved this story and followed it along. There will be a one-off I'll be doing for Crosshair's section, a what-if Avery survived. It's not written yet, so not sure when I'll have that ready.

Anyway this is all just to say I love oo.

Warnings: Awkwardness, embarrassment, flatulence, nervousness, feelings of being uncomfortable, discussions of gastrointestinal distress. If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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I couldn’t look at Crosshair’s face, and just when I thought the horror that was my life was over …

Phhhhffffrrrrrrttttttt-phhhhhrrreeeeee-phut 

Phut phut

Plllfttt Pfffftttttt

Dear, God make it stop! Please for the love of all that is good and holy, just open the ground and swallow me whole. 

Crosshair sat there shocked at the noises that came out of Layla, he didn’t know what to do. His mouth was open, as it was waiting to receive the pasta he had just curled around his fork, but now it was fighting to let out a laugh. 

He cleared his throat, hoping the smell wouldn’t linger in his mouth and nose. He wanted to laugh, but it was clear as day she was beyond embarrassed. He tried to open his mouth to say something but the laughter was just there waiting to escape. 

“Ahem! I guess I need to oil my chairs, didn’t realize they’d make such … ahem! Such a loud, thunderous noise.”

He bit his cheeks to fight the laughter. His face turned red; the more he suppressed his chuckle the more he couldn’t hold it in.

My head dropped against my chest, I could not believe that happened. I couldn’t look at Crosshair, I couldn’t speak, I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I needed to get out of this apartment. I needed ….

Pllllllffffffftttttt

I closed my eyes begging for it to stop. 

PFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFTTTTTT

Oh god not … wait … I froze, that wasn’t me. Crosshair’s laughter filled the apartment, I glanced up to see him dying with laughter, he wiped a tear from his eye as his eyes locked on me, his hand reached over and patted mine, “Relax it’s natural, and I can make mine a lot louder, smellier and longer than yours.”

I’m not sure if it was because of the fart he released or because of the tenderness he expressed, but tears began welling up. I nodded, offering a tiny smirk. He just laughed, easing my nerves and tension, I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. 

Phhhutt

I wiped the tears that were slowly inching down my face, “I still need the bathroom, excuse me.”

He simply nodded, watching as she headed towards the bathroom, letting out tiny toots along the way. There was no doubt in his mind she was feeling more embarrassed with each passing second. Rather than make her feel worse when she returned, he opened the windows, allowing the cool spring breeze to fill the apartment, replacing the tainted air with the fresh. Moving the plates to the kitchen, cleaning up the dining room. And finally, he went to his room, grabbing a pair of sweats and sweatshirt. 

He knocked lightly on the bathroom door, he didn’t want to make things worse for her, “Layla, you alright in there?”

“Mmhmm” was the only sound he could hear.

“I’m leaving you some comfortable clothes in front of the door, put them on, okay?”

“Thanks” her voice sounded strained. 

He shook his head, chuckling to himself, this was definitely a first for him. He changed his clothes into something more comfortable as well, putting on a pair of sweats. He didn’t know why he’d tried to give her this image of something he wasn’t; this was more him. Yes, he was rigid, but he was also comfortable and relaxed when he was in his own home. He went to the kitchen, after he did a quick internet search to see what would soothe an upset stomach; getting some chamomile tea and combining it with ginger, he placed it on the coffee table in front of the TV, along with a comfy blanket.

He was nearly ready, when he heard her footsteps coming up behind him. 

“How are you feeling?” He turned to look at her.

“Better. Embarrassed as hell, but better.”

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, but there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s my fault, my food didn’t sit well with you.”

“Oh god no; it wasn’t your food. I … I had a protein smoothie before my workout today. I picked it up on the way to the gym. I know” I held up my hands “I know, I should’ve just bought from Hunter” I rubbed my tummy, soothing it as best I could.

Crosshair simply chuckled, smiling as he nodded.

As I looked at him, I noticed there was something different. It took me a second to realized he changed, “You changed?”

“What? You thought you’re the only one who got to be comfortable? I don’t think so. Have a seat” he motioned with his head to the couch, watching as she gently sat down. He draped the blanket over her knees, handing her the tea he made. “Drink this, it’s supposed to help an upset stomach. Here’s the remote” he passed her the clicker, “find something you wanna watch, I’ll just be in the kitchen getting us some snacks that will help your stomach.”

I simply nodded as I took a sip of my tea, it wasn’t exactly how I thought this evening would turn out, but it did show me a side of him I wasn’t expecting. He took a seat beside me, as he left the plate on the table, his own cup of coffee beside it. 

“Did you decide what you want to watch?”

I shook my head, my embarrassment was still too high. 

Crosshair glanced over, the expression on her face was one of unease. He fidgeted his fingers against his pant leg, he kept wondering if the uneasiness had to do with him or with how she was feeling. Her silence and avoidance was only making it more difficult for him to figure out what he should do to help her. 

He shifted leaning over and grabbing the clicker from her, putting on something slightly mind numbing. He picked one of Tech’s docu-series he’d been watching about technology or something, he really couldn’t care less, he just wanted some white noise to help distract her. 

“Is the tea okay?” He waited till she took a sip to ask; as a sniper patience and waiting came very easy to him, yet right now it felt like one of the most difficult things to muster. 

“Mmhmm”

He let out a sigh, leaning back against the couch, shifting further away, giving her the space she so clearly wanted. The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel even more uncomfortable seeing as she shifted further from him. 

“If you don’t want to stay you don’t have to.” He mumbled, after all the date literally went down the crapper, what was the point of forcing her to stay. He wanted to make her feel better before she went home, but if she wasn’t comfortable then what was the point.

My eyes focused on the tea in my hands, as much as I appreciated his efforts in trying to put me at ease, I still felt embarrassed. There was no doubt in my mind that Avery would’ve never acted like this, she probably would’ve laughed it off and acted like nothing happened. Maybe it was better to go home, better to wallow in my own misery in the comfort of my own place. 

He could feel the humiliation radiating off Layla. He wanted to do more to help her in some way, but what more could he do. He gave her tea that would help her stomach, put out stomach friendly snacks, opened the windows to air out the rooms, even gave her comfy clothes to wear, and told her it wasn’t a big deal. What more could he do? There was one thing he hadn’t tried yet.

“Ahem!” He cleared his throat, “Did Avery ever tell you about the night of a thousand flushes?”

I turned to look at him, his eyes locked with mine, I shook my head ‘no’.

He smirked as he leaned back further, “Someone … not mentioning names, but you can probably guess who. Name rhymes with livery. Anyway, she wanted to do something special for our unit. She’d received a care package from you and decided to cook us the pork chops you’d sent her along with some spices. Let me tell you, by the time we finished eating, the pain, the pressure, the noises, the smell and the unbelievable agony overwhelmed us. 

Commander Mayday, one of the guys on base, decided to stay in the latrine all night instead of running back and forth every five minutes, pretty sure he even fell asleep sitting up. 

Someone else cried all night from the never ending farts and pain he experienced. 

I couldn’t take it after I soiled my own underwear and voluntarily went to the medic tent begging for any kind of pain killers they had, it felt like someone was ripping my intestines apart.” He focused his eyes on Layla, “I’m sure you’re probably feeling embarrassed, but it’s natural, and if your body is in pain and trying to deal with what didn’t settle well in your stomach, then all the more reason for you not to feel embarrassed.”

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[balalaijka]

books read in 2024, with notes

Problém tří těles (The Three Body Problem), Liou Cch'-sin

loved it, beautiful suspense, the video game aspect was very cool, felt that the last section where we see the trisolarans’ perspective makes it better thematically but weakens the dread that was so prevalent otherwise

Arabian Nights, transl. Haddawy

delightful, had some extremely raunchy parts that i wasn’t expecting, honestly it’s fascinating to see the convergence of so many literary impulses side by side

Červotoč (Carcoma), Layla Martínez

a shorter weird horror about cycles of trauma in three generations of women in a house with skeletons both metaphorical and literal within its walls

Kluci ze hřbitova (Cemetery Boys), Aiden Thomas

the plot was a bit predictable but the romance was sweet and yes, i did cry at the end a bit

Děti duny (Children of Dune), Frank Herbert

honestly i think herbert really struck gold with his writing of sibling relationships, the contrast of alia and paul’s dooms and leto ii and ghanima’s adventures were the highlight here

Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov

for a “problematic novel” i felt that nabokov does an excellent job of reminding us of hh’s monstrosity even if it is told directly through his pov, loved the literary references from edgar allan poe to carmen—always elegant but with the edge of almost satirizing intellectualism itself

The Argonauts, Maggie Nelson

honestly a perfect book to read even when you’re feeling burnt out—the nonlinear and rambling style makes it very interesting to read without taxing you too much, and the discussions of queerness and sexuality and art were throughly enjoyable

Entangled Life, Merlin Sheldrake

love this chaotic mess of a man, who’ll tell you about the chemical structures and scientific methods on one page and then describe taking lsd and brazenly admitting to apple theft on the next

The Wounded Sky, Diane Duane

as a fan of duane’s young wizards series, this is a fascinating window into the transition from her star trek novels to original writing, the banter is infectious, the alien characters delightful and the scifi jargon jargoning

EDIT: the lovely Ms. Duane herself clarified that the original fiction came first, my bad!

Binti: Home, Nnedi Okorafor

as a fan of the first book who felt that more time was needed to explore binti’s trauma, this book gives that narrative its space, and also delivers an honestly heartbreaking story about returning home but it’s not home not really because you changed but you love it but did it love you or did it only tolerate you when you fit its ideas of who you should be? the line “you used to be such a beautiful girl” made me bawl

The Devourers, Indra Das

the simple version of the summary is “iwtv but werewolves in mughal (?) era india,” it does fall into the trap of trying to make things edgy by indulging in game of thrones-style “grit”, but at the same time its a dream-like exploration of legacy and queerness

Wild Seed, Octavia Butler

a reread technically, but still holds up, butler does not hold back when it comes to fucked up power dynamics and the implications of having powers tied to genetics, anyanwu and doro remain some of the most fascinating depictions of immortals

Mind of My Mind, Octavia Butler

a shorter and more transitional work, i feel there could have been more detailing of the patternist society but on the other hand we see doro get his just desserts and it is amazing after all the shit he pulled in wild seed

Clay’s Ark, Octavia Butler

butler’s attempt at writing a horror slasher?

Bluets, Maggie Nelson

dreamy and indulgent, i generally just really love how nelson mixes up intellectualism and horniness like a cocktail and makes it amazing

Vicious, V.E. Schwab

amazingly paced with wonderful asshole characters, featuring a found family that probably shouldn’t have found each other and unapologetic vengeful sentiments

Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

if you can ignore the voice in your head chanting “i would have done a better job hiding the books than montag,” this is an honestly life-changing examination of the importance of literacy??? the montag and beatty argument made me start annotating like i was in ap lit again

The Canterbury Tales, Geoffrey Chaucer

stories so bright and vivid you’ll be mad that movies purporting to be “realistic depictions of medieval times” are always gray and misery-filled

When We Cease to Understand the World (Un Verdor Terrible), Benjamín Labatut

while the “prussian blue” chapter remains my favorite, the whole thing is a really good examination of the tangle of scientific progress and human atrocities, though the titular chapter did drag on and verge more on “melodramatic biopic” territory rather than the dry menippean satire that the rest of the book is

[pattie-remembers]

Eric Clapton vs George Harrison: The guitar battle for Pattie Boyd’s love

Far Out Magazine

Lucy Harbron

@lucyharbron

Fri 14 March 2025 19:00, UK

Some stories in music history are so absurd they feel too good to be true—stranger than fiction, as artists collide in ways even their biggest fans couldn’t have imagined. They seem like pure fantasy, such as the moment when George Harrison and Eric Clapton reportedly settled their tumultuous love triangle over Pattie Boyd with… a guitar duel.

The duel is a time-honoured tradition, especially in matters of the heart. Literature is filled with them—two suitors battling to the death for love and honour. It’s the stuff of Shakespearean drama or old-world history, where the only way to settle a dispute or overcome a moral insult was through a fight where only one could emerge victorious. They start back to back, take a few steps forward, and then—bang! They turn and shoot. Whoever is the best shot, or the most skilled with a sword, wins.

George Harrison and Eric Clapton were not gunslinging cowboys or sword-wielding romantic leads, though. What they did have was guitars and an emotional motivation: Pattie Boyd. 

Boyd is a super muse. It’s not just that there are a lot of songs written about her, penned by several different artists, but she’s the woman behind some of the best love songs ever written. Sinatra himself said that when he declared Harrison’s ‘Something’ as “one of the best love songs I believe to be written in the past 50 or 100 years.” But in the late 1960s and early 1970s, Harrison, Boyd’s husband, wasn’t the only one writing love songs for his wife.

Despite being best friends, Clapton tried to woo Harrison’s wife behind his back. “Dear Layla,” a love letter sent to Boyd by the guitarist began, “For nothing more than the pleasures past I would sacrifice my family, my god, and my own existence… Why do you hesitate, am I a poor lover, am I ugly, am I too weak, too strong, do you know why? If you want me, take me, I am yours… if you don’t want me, please break the spell that binds me. To cage a wild animal is a sin, to tame him is divine. My love is yours.”

The pursuit continued. But it was when he wrote ‘Layla’ for her that things changed. “The realisation that I had inspired such passion and creativity, the song got the better of me. I could resist no longer,” Boyd said, and their affair began. In 1974, Harrison found out, and supposedly, a showdown took place.

Eric Clapton and George Harrison’s guitar duel

It’s something out of a film. One day at Harrison’s Fryer Park home, having discovered this affair, he demanded Clapton come around. He could have just thrown a punch, but instead, they used music.

However, it wasn’t really a duel. That idea was promoted by John Hurt, the actor who happened to be there at the time. According to Boyd, “John Hurt, being an actor and seeing everything as theatre, wrote about it in his memoir.” But in reality, it was a lot less dramatic as she clarified, “John was at the house one day when Eric turned up and said to George: ‘Try this one out’. They were playing guitar, and, as John said, it was a guitar duel.”

Rather than an impassioned, rageful scene of two guitarists battling it out with their egos, it was instead simply a scene of two friends communicating their feelings in perhaps the only way they could. “They were boy-men – immature emotionally,” Boyd said. Instead of being able to talk or even argue it out, she said, “Musicians communicate through their instrument of choice and they understand each other through music – Any annoyance, anger and irritation from George only really came out when he was playing guitar with Eric.”

So, while it wasn’t quite the rage-fuelled musical duel that history likes to suggest, Harrison and Clapton did engage in a sort of guitar battle for Boyd’s love—if only because they were too cowardly to fight it out any other way.

[ghulah]

The origins of Sibling Nephtys: Etymology

Will this be a series? Perhaps, we (Warden HQ) don't know.

As many of you know (or didn't know), my Ministry/Clergy original character is a fun, nerdy librarian by the name of Sibling Nephtys. But how did we get here? What does Nephtys mean? Why did I choose that name? Did Nephtys choose their own name? And why?

To which I say, let's find out!

In a more elaborate way than my ghulah and ifrit posts are, this is a breakdown of etymology, with regards to mythology and history.

How Did We Get Here?

The processes of actually naming my Sibling of Sin was actually quite frustrating. I am a person who enjoys etymology and language. I wanted a name that honored both my Sibling's Egyptian heritage, while retaining a Gothic feel to it. Obviously, there is no actual contradiction with having both of those - but it felt hard, when a lot of the ideas of Goth-ness were associated with historically white and European things. Even though names like Isis or Seth (Set) or even Anubis were sorta in that sphere. I wanted to handpick something. It also had to be a name that, in character, Nephtys would name himself! So I made a list of potential names that were culturally relevant and fit the themes I wanted.

The candidates were:

Samara

From the Arabic root SMR, meaning a good companion. Similar names included Samir or Samira. Initially chosen as it was a pretty name I liked. It was axed because the name meaning didn't super fit what I was going for.

Lamia

Derived from Arabic, lamea, shining. As well as the Libyan queen in Libyan-Greek mythology who was turned into a monster (many such cases). Initially chosen because of the mythological connections and geographical placement. It was axed because of the vibes, truly. It is still a very good name, I think it'd be great for a name of a Sibling of Sin.

Badriyah

Meaning 'of the full moon' in Arabic, coming from badr which is the fill moon with an added iyah suffix. Initially chosen because of, well, the moon and the night. It was axed for the fact that it didn't feel the way I wanted it to when I said Sibling Badriyah.

Qadira

Feminine version of qadir, meaning 'to be capable of' in Arabic. Initially chosen because it conveys power and authority. It was axed because I didn't like it as much as my final choice. It is actually really good as well.

Aken

A fairly unknown Egyptian god that is mentioned to be the ferryman of souls, though less than the following option, which is Kherty/Cherti. Initially chosen because of the association with the afterlife. The name was axed because I thought I could make a better OC for this name.

Cherti

An Egyptian god of the Duat, who guided and protected souls to safety on their journey to the afterlife. Initially chosen because of the association with the afterlife. It was axed because of pure mouthfeel and dissatisfaction with pronunciation on my end.

Chons

A variant on the name of the Egyptian god, Khonsu. The god of travellers, the moon, and healing. Initially chosen because again, the moon and the night. It was axed because I might use it for another character and the pronunciation.

Satis

An Egyptian goddess of fertility and war and associated with Sothis - the star beneath Sirius. Initially chosen because of the nocturnal and empyrean aspects. It was axed because I preferred the final choice over it. Still a good contender.

Lilah

From the Arabic lailah, meaning night. Initially chosen for the meaning. It was axed because I know too many Layla's in my life. Very pretty name, not for my main OC, though.

Nephtys

A derivative of Nephthys/Nebethwt, the Egyptian goddess of mourning, night, and magic. Chosen because it contained all the themes I wanted to convey with the name of my OC. Also very plausible that some very passionate nerd would pick it out from a list. Aka me, aka Nephtys. THE WINNER!

But, Warden, why Nephtys, really?

I found out I wanted a name that was associated with the Egyptian pantheon. Not only because my Sibling of Sin is a history, theology, mythology and anthropology enthusiast - but I wanted something pre-Abrahamic. It's a little funny to think about, however, within the Egyptian pantheon there is no true evil, maybe once or twice, but the darker aspects of the mythology were always essential to life. A guide like Aken and Kherti or a god of funerary rites like Anubis and Osiris, the god of the underworld, even Tawaret or Hathor - all part of life and death and what came after. If I had all these options from the Osirian gods, why did I choose Nephtys?

Let's talk about it.

Mythological Background

The name Nephtys is derived from the Egyptian goddess Nephthys, the Latin/Greek version of the name Nebethwt. I will be referring to her as Nebethwt for easier distinction between her and Nephtys (my oc) in this post. Nebethwt, the goddess, was the child of Geb (earth) and Nut (sky). She was associated with mourning, death, (temple) service, as well as magic, protection, childbirth, and embalming. Nebethwt was also referred to as Isis's mirror-twin - the darkness to Isis's light.

This is a depiction of Isis/Eset (left) and Nebethwt (right) with the Djed pillar - which symbolized Osiris's (god of the Underworld) strength and stability.

Nebethwt (nbt-hwt) translates to Lady (nbt) of the enclosure(hwt), to mean Lady of the House, or Mistress of the House - alluding to her protective aspects. Her headdress indicates that as well, as it is a symbol of the house. This protection also extended to the dead.

It also should be noted that Nebethwt was cited as Set/Sutekh's consort. Set being the god of desert storms, chaos, and war. A figure of strife, a god who attempted to usurp his brother's(Osiris) throne. Nebethwt both aided in his endeavour but also eventually helped Isis in bringing Osiris to victory.

Other associations with Nebethwt were: hawks, sycamore trees, temples, the setting sun, twilight, darkness.

So, she was very much associated with death and mourning and the night and all those fun Gothic concepts that we enjoy here. Nebethwt was a goddess that was revered and worshipped all throughout Egypt - she was popular and beloved, not unlike her sister. Together they were quote the duo, they represented such major concepts in the Egyptian pantheon. It is sometimes debated if she was truly separate from her twin sister or if they sometimes become one at times. Regardless, she is the darker aspects of Isis, but just as divine (which is similar to the playlist title I have for Nephtys).

The Final Choice

After considering all of that and reading through pages of articles and niche blog-posts, I decided on the name Nephtys. It was not the original spelling Nebethwt and not the Graeco-Latin Nephthys, and not even the Old Coptic Nepht'ho (which I did consider for a little bit, but ultimately didn't choose). I personally found that my Sibling of Sin would choose this version of the goddesses name, which is a phonetic iteration and tack on an alliterative surname - Nuit. Nuit just means night in French. It felt like the perfect name for a sixteen year old who's aching to find a new identity and comfort while still embracing their heritage.

Besides, the title Lady of the House, it made me think a lot. She was a protective figure and a powerful one, beloved and embraced by her followers. She was a protector of people, of spirits, of temples. A comfort to be found in mourning and in death. Narratively, I thought about Nephtys and what he was like and his own relationships with others and what ideas he embodies. The things he would go through. Reaching out towards something many people shy away from and staying there, soaking in it, becoming part of it. It just fits, I think.

There's something really good about finding comfort in culture, in finding all that history of language and meaning.

Sibling Nephtys definitely did.