#More Melitta

[officebueroshayennemelittakupfer]

Weltraum Staub - Space Dust

>>Neon Rot sag uns wo du bist, denn da müssen wir hin, beeil dich, na los!<< >>Ich bin hier mit dir, aber eigentlich bin ich in einem Gasthof & wo ist dein Zwilling?<<

Neon Blau:>>Ich bin nicht mehr hier, aber eigentlich bin ich überall. Nicht wahr Schutzengel, Ellen?<<

Ellen:>>Mit nur einen einzigen Flügel.<<

>>Neon red tell us where you are, because that's where we have to go, hurry up, come on!<< >>I'm with you, but actually I'm in an inn & where is your twin?<<

Neon Blue:>>I'm not here anymore, but actually I'm everywhere. Isn't that a guardian angel, Ellen?<<

Neon Blue:>>I'm not here anymore, but actually I'm everywhere. Isn't that a guardian angel, Ellen?<<

Ellen:>>With only a single wing.<<

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

Nymph. l General Marcus Acacius

It's a story about something that was written in the stars long ago. And even when you asked the gods to take it away from you, you found each other again despite everything. When an immortal becomes mortal because of love, that's when myths are born.

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[prologue]

"For a moment he thought he was daydreaming. He had to, because his eyes had never seen anything more beautiful. "

Part 1

"It was the sounds of joy at the victory that caught your attention and drew you to the place where you first saw General Marcus Acacius."

Part 2

"When General Acacius woke up, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen was sitting on his hips, with a face that had haunted his dreams for so long." (+18, smut, fluff)

Part 3

"Rome was dazzling. All the buildings, temples and roads, palaces and squares were full of its inhabitants. And Marcus, welcomed in this center of the world as equal to the gods. "

Part 4

"A dozen or so days at Marcus' house passed quickly. You didn't find boredom there. Melitta accompanied you every day, slowly becoming a close friend." 

Part 5

You had never seen a place like this before. It was massive, raised above the rooftops, as if it was shouting to everyone "I will be here for eternity while you turn to dust".

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[raynepigeon]

Hetalia i greveholm part 2!!!

I have been drawing for 4 hours straight. It was worth it.

I translated the ones with text into English, please enjoy!!

"Tjejtjusare" is SVT's polite way of calling someone a man whore :3(translates as 'girl charmer' but is used in children's media as a way to call someone a playboy or man whore(moth thought it was really funny and that's why I drew it.)).

Thank you @mothsocket, for helping make this AU and agreeing to watch the show with me, as well as being good company while drawing.

Thank you @shrimpspit21 for helping me with some translations and making sure my grammar and spelling was correct.

We could not really figure out who should be Melitta, Canada and America make a good duo and it would be weird to have it be Canada and Sealand or America and Sealand.

Australlia and New Zealand where the only options that would make some sense, I picked Australlia because he seamed more fun to draw.

Scotland got the role of Grandma, changing it from a grandma to a uncle Feels like it's not too big a diffrence.

Scotland was chosen because Wales and northern Ireland look too kind.

[variousqueerthings]

Should I watch spartacus? I've tried a few times but always lapse after a few eps bc the characters didn't really connect for me

listen, I don't usually rec spartacus to people, because it's - quite frankly - not for everyone. the language is crass, there's a ton of toxic masculinity, a whole bunch of graphic violence of (most) kinds, and it's got this super stylised environment building to it that can be hard for people to get used to

that being said I've seen it three times now and it makes me very emotional each time. so, if you're thinking of giving it another whirl, here's what I will say:

it definitely does take a little bit to get into the characters beyond the hur-dur big muscle men who all hate each other and make comments about who has the biggest dick (and like, this never totally goes away, but it's filtered through a different lens as the story goes along and the characters do start caring for one another) and here's more tits and undulating oiled women (I must stress though that everyone is oiled up and naked in this show, it's equality), but once you get into the meat of the story, I'd say rouuughly halfway-ish through s1, they really really start growing on you, like fungus. fungi -- especially crixus and agron (whom you may not have reached depending on where you stopped), I'd say for me especially crixus, who is always annoying to me for a fair bit in s1 and then you realise what sort of a character he is and where his arc is going and you're like ohhh ok. ok ok, got it, and there's a scene in the... second last episode of s1 I think where he is sobbing and unable to hold the woman he loves (naevia) as she's dragged away from him and they swear to see one another again... well, let's just say it made me feel things

the political drama of the show is *chefs kiss* it just builds and builds and builds across the whole show, with the second season being a prequel that adds context (it was made out of necessity -- the main actor was very sick, but it also adds to the story, both in terms of backstory and a new important character)

speaking of story -- some of my favourite pacing of all time! it sets up some premises and it continuously moves towards fulfilling those narrative arcs, it is a Very Satisfying Show Pacing-wise

some gay people in this show do die, because a lot of people on this show die (some very sad stuff happens to... well, everyone), but also this is a "the main gays are immortal" show, in which a beautiful m/m couple just fuckn. Cannot Die (they survive some stuff lemme tell you) and it was the first show I really saw that sentiment in

there are some very cool women in this show -- I think there should have been even more and it definitely is male-skewed, but the women on this show have their own really neat arcs and skill-sets, and it manages to not do the misstep of "the only women worth anything are the ones who aren't traditionally feminine/can fight and the rest are lesser," (with characters like diona, sybil, seppia and many minor characters mattering to the plot) while also giving us some gorgeous fighty-anger ladies (naevia, saxa), pragmatic leadership women (mira, laeta, gaia), a whole bunch who fit into difficult-to-categorise spaces (kore, aurelia, melitta) and ofc evil and scheme-y (lucretia, ilythia). I think for the most part the show is also very good at navigating ideas around power and womanhood, with characters like lucretia being both oppressor (owns slaves, can order crixus to have sex with her, is callus towards their humanity), while also at times suffering from lack of power, because she is only as worthwhile as who she is married to (same goes for ilythia and other roman women, and there's an interesting arc in s4 about how easily citizenship/personhood can be entirely stripped from you)

there's a very beautiful ethos beneath it all -- yes beneath all the hyper-violence and graphic sex and horrible dehumanisation (this is a show in which many of the main characters are slaves after all) it's got a strong core about protecting those who cannot protect themselves and it mourns the deaths of innocents (pietros, diona, aurelia, kore, etc)/isn't just about the Fighter Types, it's about fighting to overthrow systems even when it seems hopeless in order to build a better future, about loyalty, about community, about building cross-cultural bridges, about beautiful oiled up peo- wait hold on...

I think -- vs some other shows that I could mention - GoT - that's what's so strong about it. it has an arc, it has a point to it, and it like. wants to give its characters purpose, narratively

there's a couple of missteps, and I think part of that is the time the show was written in, but considering it's 2010 + its main actor died after s1 unfortunately it's miles ahead of many of its peers and most shows that came out in the 2010s that I'd argue tried to catch some of its rizz. flair. pizzazz

I think the right state of mind to go into it with is:

obvs ask yourself first if the sheer amount of sex and violence onscreen is a dealbreaker. you can also ask me what kind of violence if you want to prepare, because for me it was the not-knowing that was stressful the first time around, the next times I could step away during a few scenes that were too much for me, but on the whole was okay

we good on sex and violence? ok then, next step is: the language is gonna be super idiosyncratic. a mix of giving old (?) grammar (the word "the" no longer exists for the most part), kiwi accents (this was filmed in aotearoa/new zealand), names you're not used to hearing, and swearing in every sentence. let that seep into your bones, it becomes very fun after awhile (or it did for me)

give yourself a little shake and then go: "this is a Very Cool Show. not as a negative, it genuinely is Very Cool. other shows wish they were this Cool. it'll take half a second to immerse myself in just how Cool everything is, but once I'm used to it, it'll be awe-striking music, amazing stunt/fight-work in nearly every episode, beautiful -- and I mean beautiful -- character relationship arcs, and a vibe that's giving Mythological the whole way through," my friend it is unreal how Cool this show is, the pay-offs for its various setups make me punch the air when I get to them, every time, and by the final season you're screaming for the Roman Empire to fall beneath the heels of these beautiful oily people, while a majestic choir soars in the background

believe that the final episode of this show is gonna be so worth it -- not because it was a slog to get there, but because we're all so used to being let down in the final hour, but the ending of spartacus? chef's kiss. made me cry the last two times, which is why I'm putting it off this time.

in conclusion: this is not a show for everyone. it's definitely giving sexy boobs angry men at times. it is also a show with a quite similar set of ideas to things like black sails and sense8, which is what is so good about it. it's about how people matter and deserve humanity and it's very cathartic for me in this current day and age to watch these characters navigate the ideas of what a "revolution" looks like. it's a tragedy though, although there's joy along the way, and this is one of those stories where it was worth the trying no matter the cost

it's like. a good story. so many sexy bosom shots though (I mean, this may be the opposite of a deal-breaker now I write it out). but you've gotta gaze through the bosoms to see the plot. or something. yeah that makes sense

I've got a more detailed draft post of all my pros and cons of the show that I'll put out as well -- that was is full of spoilers that may be somewhat incomprehensible if one hasn't watched the show, but hey. it's out there

[noosphe-re]

Melittology (from Greek μέλιττα, melitta, "bee"; and -λογία -logia) is a branch of entomology concerning the scientific study of bees. It may also be called apiology or apicology. Melittology covers the species found in the clade Anthophila within the superfamily Apoidea, comprising more than 20,000 species, including bumblebees and honey bees.

Wikipedia

[semperintrepida]

A chapter in which Kyra makes plans to be seen and heard.

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The day the oaks on the hillsides begin to turn gold, the foreman overseeing construction declares that the villa's new roof could withstand a deluge from Poseidon himself. Though the walls inside have yet to be covered with plaster, I direct my household to move in. None of us will have to spend the rainy season in a tent.

I place my bedroll in a set of chambers overlooking the new courtyard, while Melitta and the rest of the staff spread their pallets and blankets throughout the villa's empty rooms. Situated around a central atrium are a handful of guest chambers, a receiving room and study, a library—once the carpenters build shelves in what used to be the andron—and a kitchen, dining hall, and pantry. And each one of those rooms will need to be furnished, outfitted according to its need, and decorated with wall hangings, vases, statues... More of my coin poured into the hands of merchants and artisans around the island.

Melitta is quick to crack jokes about the kyria who sleeps on the floor of her own house. But there's wisdom hidden in her jibes. For the sake of appearances, I hire a bedmaker first.

Several days later, my chambers smell of freshly sawn oak and I flop onto a mattress worthy of a palace, sighing with pleasure as I stretch across a vast, comfortable softness that's mine, all mine. Once I'm done furnishing this house, it'll rival any in the Silver Islands—

"My bed was bigger."

[quillweaves]

Some of my Veilguard characters planned so far!

Melitta, Shadow Dragons, dwarf, rogue, duelist, romancing Neve

“Everyone be fucking polite! Neve is here! … Good evening Ms Gallus, you’re looking beautiful tonight”

Flora, Mourn Watch, human, mage, death caller, romancing Lucanis

Exceedingly competent at her magical studies, completely out of her depth with… the rest of the world

Sybilla, Grey Warden, human, warrior, champion, romancing Emmrich

‘Duty, I’m going to die soon, more duty, wait why am I getting butterflies wait NO-’

Issaare, Antivan Crows, qunari, rogue, saboteur, romancing Bellara

‘Babe please stop making me infodump about my traps and devices, I’m trying to keep up my intimidating presence’

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

nymph. [part 4] l General Marcus Acacius

Summary:  you have been with him for a long time, but he has never seen you. but everything has changed.

Warnings:  +18, smut, fluff, maybe a little bit of angst, gods and mythology are treated in a simple way

A/N: part 4. I secretly hope you'll be gentle with me. I'm very curious about what your thoughts will be after this chapter. Please remember that I'd love to hear your comments and ideas. And especially when it comes to the ending of this part… I'll leave you alone now. I send you all my love.

I hope you will be gentle with me. your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

nymph [masterlist]

"She's not from here."

Marcus raised his eyes and followed his old friend's gaze. They could see your silhouette between the trees. It was a beautiful, sunny day and you and Melitta were spending it in the garden. 

The young girl had become your companion, although Marcus had often noticed the embarrassment and delight in her eyes almost simultaneously when she looked at you.

"No, she's not," he confirmed. "But would you believe me if I told you?"

Brutus smiled, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening. "I'm old enough to believe anything." he said. "But please, Marcus. Don't tell me things you should keep to yourself. Here," he pointed to the General's broad chest. "Everything is safer here."

Brutus' gray eyes wandered back to the garden. He had known Marcus when he was a child, his father had been Brutus' friend, and after his death he had surrounded the young man with care. He had never seen a woman in his house before, and he certainly didn't know of any that Acacius would look at in such a way.

"You love her." He said.

He didn't have to ask. He was at an age where certain things were simply obvious to him. Like this.

"I do." Marcus sighed. "More than anything."

"That's good. You can't fight the whole world without someone close to you. But she's not from here. Is she free?"

Marcus's eyebrows drew together. "I didn't take her as a concubine or a slave. She's free, more than any of us."

"Her family?" he saw a shadow in Acacius's gaze. "I see. Don't explain it, Marcus. She shouldn't appear among people without a background. Let's think..."

A warm wind blew through the window, playing with the delicate curtains, carrying with it the sweet scent of flowers. Brutus took a sip of wine and cleared his throat.

"You should say that her parents died when she was still a child. It would be safest." he said, and Marcus fixed his gaze on him, listening carefully. "Later, some distant family member took care of her. It wasn't a significant family. You met and fell in love, simply. Don't mention her origins, don't pay attention to her. Some may gossip about you, but it will quickly die down."

"I'm not afraid of gossip, only of her safety." Acacius replied. "I am the General, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to ensure the safety of the one I love."

Brutus nodded his gray head in understanding. "The gods must be favorable to you if you found each other in this vast world. It's a good sign."

And he really hoped that his friend was right.

A dozen or so days at Marcus' house passed quickly. You didn't find boredom there. Melitta accompanied you every day, slowly becoming a close friend. 

Antigonus, on the other hand, strived to ensure that all your requests, or at least those that General Acacius agreed to, were fulfilled. So although he sometimes grumbled something under his breath, he let you sit for hours in a room full of maps and writings, which you looked through, and then in the evenings you asked Marcus about them.

His duties to the Emperor and Rome didn't allow him to spend as much time with you as he would have liked, but the thought that he was coming back to you was something that kept him sane. 

Never before had this house been filled with such conversations and feelings. Never before had he felt as if he was hiding the most precious treasure. You.

"If you knew the true faces of the gods, your eyes would turn white." You said one evening, turning in the sheets. The glow of the candles danced on your bare back, and your hair was in a sweet mess. "All those carvings in the temples, the paintings - poof! - nonsense. None of you have seen the true wrath of Mars or Jupiter. You have not experienced the grace of Venus."

"So what lies next to me if not a gift from Venus?" Marcus asked, leaning down and placing a kiss somewhere between your shoulder blades. "Or Mars? I thought I was the favorite of the gods?"

"Sometimes you are too sure of yourself, General." You replied sarcastically, but you sighed quietly when his hand tightened on your buttock. "The gods have their favorites, but that doesn't mean they can't get bored with them."

"I don't care." His hands grabbed your hips and quickly turned you around, your laughter filling the darkened chamber. "As long as I have you in my hands, I am not afraid of the wrath of the gods. You are my redemption."

A hand tenderly stroked his cheek, fingers slipping into the curly hair among which you could see silver threads. "Don't treat me like one of them, my beloved... I'm not worthy of this."

The brown eyes that were staring at you, however, said something else. Adoration and delight radiated from his insides.

"To me, you are above them all." he replied, spreading your thighs with his hand and placing himself between them. "I want to adore you every day. Praise the day when my eyes saw you for the first time. Fight for you, conquer for you, live for you."

"Marcus..."

His hard cock slid into you without a problem, all the way to the base. Still slippery, full of his seed. You had made love just a moment earlier, like almost every night. Almost, because you also appreciated those moments when you could just fall asleep in each other's arms, feeling the closeness of your bodies, feeling the steady beating of your hearts.

"I will adore and worship you." his voice was low, he whispered to you as if he was praying "Your body is a temple, your sweet moans are songs of praise..." you sighed feeling him move inside you, you tightened your fingers on his strong shoulders "I was a mere mortal when your grace fell upon me. You were the one who decided to stay with me, now I will give you all of myself."

Hot lips kissed your neck as Marcus thrust into you with increasing force. You already knew perfectly well his endless hunger for you, so you gave him what he needed.

Acacius was a generous lover. He gave you pleasure in every way he knew, and you fell apart in his hands, intoxicated by this feeling. 

You never thought before that bodies could fit together so well, complement each other so much and give each other small deaths, while feeling that they were more alive than ever before.

"I love you..." his hot whisper reached your ears, you wrapped your arms around his neck, slid your hands into his soft hair "More than life, more than anything I know."

He hit exactly that spot, you couldn't say a word, catching your breath. His hot, sweaty body was pressing down on you lightly, but it didn't matter. Soon the pleasure spread through your body, all your senses and heart froze. 

Marcus felt your delicate walls squeeze his cock, but he didn't stop. His prayers had to be finished. He lifted himself on his shoulders, eyes swept over your sweaty cleavage and breasts, wandering to the place where you were connected. He disappeared inside you a few more times, and then a deep moan escaped his throat as his seed spurted into you, filling you up again.

Tender hands touched his face again, pulling him into a kiss. Soft lips that he never wanted to leave, arms that were supposed to embrace him forever. The woman who was supposed to love him for eternity.

When Marcus told you that morning that you could go out with him and see Rome, your eyes widened with delight. You had been begging him to let you see the city for a long time, although you understood perfectly well why he refused to do so. Every decision had to be thought out, every move planned.

"We'll visit Brutus, it's nothing interesting." he said, but the smile didn't leave his lips when he saw the glint in your eyes.

Melitta had been trying to help you dress for several minutes, but you were so excited that you couldn't stand still.

"My lady." she sighed. "The sun will set before you cross the threshold. Please..."

"I know, I know..." you repeated once again "It's just so, so exciting."

"Rome is beautiful." Melitta draped the material over your shoulder "You'll like it. Although I prefer forests and meadows... Bathed in the morning light, with the grass still covered in dew."

You tightened your fingers lightly on her arm. "I'll take you there, I promise." you said quietly "Soon."

The door creaked and you both jumped as General Acacius appeared before you. Even though he wasn't wearing armor, he still looked dignified. He smiled at the sight of you and nodded towards Melitta.

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes, my lord." she said curtsying.

"You did well." he praised her "You look wonderful, my love. I have something for you."

He took your hand and carefully slid a gold ring with an emerald stone onto your finger. He pressed his lips to your knuckles.

"It's for your safety." He explained seeing your questioning look. "Anyone who sees this ring will know who you..."

"...belong to." You finished for him.

He kissed your hand again and covered it with his. He wanted to avoid saying those words, but at the same time he wanted them. He wanted to know that you were only his.

Your eyes darted from one face to another, from one fruit stand to the beautifully dressed people you saw leaving the building. Conversations, laughter, the sound of horses' hooves, children running around. You had never been in a place like this before.

Marcus was close to you the whole time, observing your every move and gesture, noticing every smile and delight in your eyes. For a moment he regretted that he didn't see it all the same way you did. 

Years of fighting wars, talking to politicians, worrying about the fate of the country, had made him feel tired and numb. To everything, except you.

"Thank you, beautiful lady! May the gods bless you!" a hoarse voice rang out behind him.

It was only then that he noticed that you had escaped his eyes. Something or someone caught your attention. An older man, in a tattered robe, who was sitting against the wall begging for alms. The closer to the gladiator fights, the more of them appeared in the city, of all ages, sexes, and in various states of health.

Something flashed in the man's dirty hand and Acacius realized that you had given him one of your rings. Not the one he had given you that morning, some other one. He felt a warm surge of affection for you, because he had already forgotten what or who you were before, that you thought differently than those he knew.

A strong hand gently grabbed your arm. "We should go."

You nodded and obediently followed Marcus.

"The Emperor expects your presence during the fights. You should be there." Brutus sat comfortably on a bench under a spreading tree and nodded to the young girl who handed him wine. "There will be no better opportunity for her to go there with you."

"I'm not so sure about that." Marcus replied. "The Emperor, these people..."

"You can't keep her at home forever, Marcus!" the man snorted "I know you want her safety, but someone will notice her soon. Besides, I heard that a few people would be interested in you finally getting married."

Acacius frowned and snorted at the very statement. This topic always appeared when he returned to Rome, that's why he preferred barracks and battlefields, soldiers didn't care about marital status. 

Besides, marriage for people of his position was rarely connected with deeper feelings. It was about the arrangement, about position, about wealth, about creating a strong family.

Somewhere nearby he heard a familiar quiet laugh and noticed you with Aurelia, Brutus' wife, who was showing you around their house. His friend noticed how the General's face brightened at the sight of you.

"It gives me great joy to see you like this." he said warmly "I don't know what spell this girl has cast on you, but the gods are kind to you, since they allowed your paths to cross."

"I will be grateful to them for the rest of my life." Marcus said. "I feel like I knew her before my eyes first met her."

"Is that possible?"

"I don't know... Maybe it was just a dream." He raised his glass to his lips and took a sip of sweet wine. "So be it. She will accompany me there." Brutus patted him on the shoulder happily. "You're right. There will be no better time, and I don't want to risk it."

"We will be there too. But warn her, Marcus. A viper's nest is a terrible place for beautiful creatures like her."

Acacius nodded. A strange fear filled his heart, but when he heard your footsteps, when he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder, it all flew away with the wind.

Something strange woke you up at night. For a moment you tried to understand what it was. Marcus was sleeping quietly next to you, his arm around your waist, his body as hot as the sun close to yours. 

You felt it again. The scent that woke you up, so familiar.

Sage and other herbs, burning somewhere outside the window, in a garden immersed in darkness. You quietly and carefully got out of bed and threw thin robes over your naked body. The window was open and the gentle wind must have unconsciously brought the delicate smoke into the room.

You strained your eyes to see in the darkness the person who was not only burning herbs, but also... 

Yes, you knew the words to this prayer. You had heard it several times in one of the temples, but not in the temple dedicated to Minerva. These were words addressed to Venus, and they were whispered quietly by someone you knew so well. 

A prayer filled with regret, interwoven with quiet sobbing…

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[simsofsanmyshunoandmore]

They met in college; Bernard and Melitta. Despite learning different crafts, science and arts, the couple hit it off after being hooked up by Melitta’s late friend, Rachel.

Their relationship didn’t start smoothly. Melitta came from a traditional and conservative family up in Newcrest who prayed that she’d only get into a relationship once she finished college. Hence, having been introduced to a boy for the first time was new territory for the Murphys. Bernard was met with smiles and giggles but behind the closed door after dinner, Melitta was sat down and received the scolding of her life. For years and years, Melitta was a very obedient little girl with whom her mother relied on for support in every aspect of their lives. Melitta being associated with a man meant a whole new object for her attention… and affection. Her mother feared this, and that fear evolved to a convoluted anger mixed with disappointment and control.

Fortunately for Melitta, Britechester dorms offered a taste of freedom and rebellion. Sure, she still wore the ruffled skirts and buttoned-up blouses but slowly she waded into the lake of possibilities. Bernard wasn’t a bad man, either way. He was as goal oriented as Melitta was. He studied hard, earned his professors’ recognition and took an oath to be a steward of nature. He studied Biology that aligned with his passion for marine life. He was a man of passion, intellect and perseverance, so he didn’t lead Melitta too astray from the life she used to live. But with him, Melitta learned the flavor of romance, the feeling of grass on her back, the colors of the night sky that lay flat underneath the narratives of stars. She learned how spend a few more dollars for a strawberry gelato she deserved after finishing a quiz. She realized that she could sneak past her bedtime and make out by the garden with the man of her dreams. Bernard changed Melitta for several things, but Melitta acknowledged that some things needed to be free to see a whole new world beyond her fingertips.

Slowly, Melitta’s parents warmed up to Bernard. As they saw more of the man, they saw more of Melitta’s smiles and laughter as if she was a ten-year old again. They would invite him to Thanksgiving, to Winterfest, even on Christmas. Bernard proved to be a loving partner without even trying. He just did what his heart pushed him to and eventually, Melitta’s family saw through their own disappointment; that even they were changed to some degree. Melitta felt accomplished. Sitting through the Christmas dinner with her mother talking to Bernard as if they were old friends brought her joy that culminated into a bright and wide smile on her lips. Bernard, in his dark and lustrous hair, blended with their family as if he was a Murphy as well, which he became a few years later.

Melitta and Bernard’s wedding was one of the biggest weddings Newcrest had ever witnessed. Her mother’s influence, as one of the prominent awardees of the queen’s recognition invited a lot of guests that celebrated their marriage. This huge success followed them through married life as Bernard became a more active and successful marine conservationist who takes care of the pristine waters of Sulani. He was noted to be a “Dolphins’ Prince Charming” as his dedication to marine life earned him even the trust of dolphins who inhabited the Sulani beaches. Melitta, on the other hand, loved watching her husband dominate the waves by the shore. With Bernard’s stature, Melitta lived comfortably in their own mansion at Evergreen Harbor, making her own strides to rejuvenate the neighborhood to be a bustling haven for makers and artists.

There are stories of romance that love itself tells the narrative. It is as if the universe knew a single red thread distinctly and decided to pull this to the center, allowing two people to meet and realize their destiny at the palm of their hands, holding together as they walked through time. Because of love, Melitta didn’t know what possibilities could bring her and neither did she fully trust herself with her decisions. Despite being riddled with guilt, she knew one thing for sure: that she has faith in Bernard and that was all it took for her to leap through the uncertainty and let her man pull her out of the comfort zone she has always known. Because of love, she is now looking at the horizon, watching the sunset illuminate her prince who swims back at her with the dolphins, as he always does.

[variousqueerthings]

obvs big big fan of the upcoming nasir/agron on this show, but it does feel like there's not enough stuff on especially the women and their development throughout -- naevia and mira in particular (the latter whom I'd fully forgotten until this watch-through, because i don't tend to see her on my dash, and she's such an important character?), but also aurelia and saxa. I'm sure there's more to remember on this rewatch (beyond single season characters like sura and melitta). this is also just a thing for me to pay attention to, there's a lot of narrative in this show i'd just straight-up forgotten

[tovarishfungus]

More Photos! This is how I make my coffee. With a jar I got at a flea market for 50ct and a porcelain Melitta filter from my grandma.

Shot with my Чайка (seagull) half frame camera from the USSR, made during the 1960s. For this I used some kodak film I exposed to heat (in a water tight box in my dishwasher) a bunch of time, which gave it overall warmer colours. Also the light in this moment was just gorgeous.

[sohannabarberaesque]

'Tis obvious

You can just imagine your favourite Hanna-Barbera Funtastic types not being the sort to prefer pod-based coffee brewers like K-Cup or Nespresso as opposed to "pour-over" types like Chemex or Melitta. It's all about, more or less, "keeping it simple" and reducing needless and unnecessary waste (as in brew pods which are unlikely to be accepted for recycling).

[calicostorms]

Melitta codex prompt 4 👀please

4: a letter from your oc to their love interest

Codex: A Bloodstained Letter

[A letter written in a sharp, blocky script and dated 18th of Firstfall. There are several noticeable spots of dried blood near the bottom.]

Lark,

You'll be pleased to hear I'm using the healing potions you snuck into my bag again before this journey. My cuts are all wrapped and I'm drinking the tea blend you want me to try for the blood loss. It tastes like shit. Tell Eljin I'm bringing back a special treat from this mission, courtesy of a local hunter here.

Unfortunately, the darkspawn here mean my magic is more limited than usual— they don't exactly have blood for me to use against them or anything. It sucks. Rion is worried about getting infected; for once I agree with him. I'm taking precautions and whatever just in case.

I miss having you beside me, in bed or otherwise. Your scolding has become comforting and Eljin has taken a fondness for me that intimidates people. When I return I look forward to kicking your ass in the sparring ring and [several words here are scribbled out, as if the writer was embarrassed] I'll come back safe, if a bit waterlogged and dirty.

Yours,

Mellita Trevelyan

[pathosverse]

FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIP: RUNE & CALIX EXOUSÍA

Rune and Calix Exousía were both born on an unnamed desert planet in the Mid Rim, to the same mother, Alessandra Exousía, but eight years apart, and to different fathers. Rune was born when Alessandra was married to an abusive Twi’Lek man, but he left shortly after their birth. When they were seven years old, Alessandra began dating a much kinder and fatherly Togruta man, who she then married and had Calix with. However, Calix’s father died a year after Calix’s birth due to illness.

Alessandra, who was now more like a ghost herself, did not have to raise her children alone. Her parents had made a fortune exploiting workers in the Outer Rim, and she lived with them in their opulent mansion in the middle of the desert, where they were surrounded by their servants, as well as other rich families. Rune and Calix’s grandmother, Ophelia, was a kind but severe woman; their grandfather, Damian, was kind but very absent emotionally. So, while Rune and Calix had family around and basic needs met, they were still neglected emotionally.

This changed for both of them when Calix turned two and it was discovered by Alessandra that he was Force-sensitive*. The family immediately contacted the Jedi, who promptly sent a team to investigate and take Calix back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant if he was, in fact, Force-sensitive.

Needless to say, he was, and Rune, so upset over the loss of their brother, ran away from home. They were ten years old, and spent the next few years on a neighboring planet, working in a small shop for room and board. Their mother and grandparents never looked for them, and at age 13, they were recruited into the Black Sun crime syndicate by one of its high-ranking crew leaders, Xiomara Siir.

While Calix grew up as a Jedi, Rune spent the next nine years of their life as a member of the Black Sun. Xiomara Siir, though not gentle and certainly not motherly, became a mentor and mother figure for them, teaching them what would become their most treasured skill: how to pilot a ship. Rune also became close with Jupiter Nox, a member of Xiomara’s crew who was only a year older than them. While romance was not encouraged within the crew, the two’s bond certainly surpassed being platonic.

It took eight years for Rune to become sick of the crime syndicate. By the beginning of their ninth year, they were fed up, and looking for a way to search for their brother. However, their debts to the Black Sun barred them from a future outside of it. At age 23, they tried to leave the syndicate. Xiomara attempted to kill them, but they persuaded her into helping them fake their own death.

This is all backstory. Rune is truly introduced into the Pathosverse at age 24, when they meet Shawnee Young in a cantina in the middle of nowhere. The two strike a deal, and Rune assists Shawnee in a job. In return, Shawnee aids them in the search for their brother. They eventually find Calix where he’s living with Sammi Saeki, and he’s shocked. He’d mostly forgotten his sibling, but he’s more than willing to go with them. For a time, Rune’s crew consists of themself, Shawnee, Calix, and Sammi.

Until the chaos, of course.

*Note that Calix is transgender and was known as Calixta and female at this time. Rune, also transgender, was known as Melitta and male at this time.

The images in these collages were found on Pinterest in October 2021, and the sources for them are random accounts. Please let us know if you’d like the link to the image on Pinterest, and if you created one, let us know so we can credit you and make sure you get credited on the Pinterest account. Collages created by Ell.

[calicos-critters]

5, 8, and 6 for Melitta NEOW

U said irl u meant 16 so I am doing 16 👍

5: a note found in your ocs pocket

[A slightly worn note written on Inquisition letterhead, creased and recreased as if it has been reread often]

Mellita,

I believe I have found the whereabouts of the child you requested I look into. It appears they were placed within the Ansburg Circle where they remained until relatively recently. They were last seen traveling alongside a tranquil near the outskirts of Wycome, after which the trail goes cold. It was reported to me that they stuck out but had gone unharmed. The red hair is a dead giveaway to any Marcher noble regarding the blood line, however.

I will keep an eye out for any additional sightings.

Leliana

[In a smaller, more messy script]

Big hats don't know the first thing about finding little people, prickly. They're in Denerim, some jennies saw em.

-Sera [several butts are drawn beside the signature]

8: something written about your ocs regrets

[A crumpled note]

Matthias,

Sorry I didn't contact you sooner. I'm free now. I miss you.

Your sister,

Mels

Mellita Trevelyan

16: something written to your oc from an older family member

[An unsent letter with the Trevelyan seal]

Mels,

I hope you're being treated well in Faxhold. Hopefully the mages there will be able to help you learn about your magic— you can tell me all about it when we see you.

Mother doesn't like it when I ask about you, but I'm sure she'll let us visit soon. We all miss you. Well, maybe not Natan, but I don't think he really misses anyone. He's still a prick.

Write back soon, we haven't heard from you.

Your brother,

Matthias Trevelyan