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[vanoincidence]

Mare (Not Like the Horse) || Van & Ariadne

TIMING: a few weeks ago. LOCATION: frozen yogurt! not the bad one! PARTIES: @ariadnewhitlock & @vanoincidence SUMMARY: ariadne and van go out for frozen yogurt! the ladle has other plans. CONTENT WARNINGS: none!

She hadn’t hung out with Van in forever. Not in as much of a forever as it had been when they hardly talked for years, but a forever nonetheless. So she’d reached out, and she’d ended up just deciding to stop by – except that wasn’t an option because of something that was up with Van’s house and so she’d asked if she wanted to go and get ice cream, and that seemed to work, and so Ariadne was stood outside the ice cream shop, nervously bouncing on the balls of her feet until she spotted Van and gave her friend a wave.

“Hi. Do you want me to pay for the ice cream? I can! I want to – I – it’s nice to see you.” Ariadne offered Van a smile. “How have you been? I – any luck with Cass? I – it’s hard to talk to her.” But she supposed that talking about that wasn’t going to do either of them any sort of good.

“I want to get  like, three flavors, at least.” That was better to talk about, and easier, and it made more sense. Besides, didn’t the two of them deserve to have some sort of good and happy and nice hang out? “I like gummy bears a lot, still. I don’t think there’s a single flavor of ice cream they don’t taste great on.” __

Van was grateful that when Ariadne had reached out about going out for ice cream, it hadn’t been the shop that she and Thea had gone to and ran from. She hadn’t seen any articles about the missing employee or the destroyed bathroom, but maybe it’d been kept under wraps. Van tried not to think about it as she kicked the end of her board, grabbing between the axle as she walked up towards Ariadne. 

“What! No, I can like, totally do that. I’ve got a lot of tip money.” The tip jar had been overflowing, and she wasn’t sure why, but even after splitting with the person on shift with her, there was still a good amount to be had. “I can pay for yours, you can pay for mine. We’ll pay together and it’ll be like we paid for each other, y’know?” She hoped that made sense. It did to her, at least. At Ariadne’s question, Van frowned. “No, I– I haven’t seen or talked to her. I tried to go over to her cave, but I totally chickened out.” She wasn’t sure why. What Cass really needed right now was a friend, not for someone to cowardly recoil. 

Her gaze flickered to the signage on the outside of the shop and Van nodded. “Three flavors is always best, and then we can try whatever else.” She had her lactaid at the ready, and so she followed Ariadne inside. “They get all hard and stuff and they get hard to chew… I think I like mostly cereal toppings, or even the cheesecake bites and stuff best.” She smiled at Ariadne. “I’m glad we’re doing this! It’s been like, forever.” A lot had happened. Her house had blown up, Ariadne had been attacked(?), and Wynne had escaped yet another cult-like existence. Nora was back, and so was Regan. Wicked’s Rest was under the spell of yet another nonsensical wave of issues, but at least she could enjoy ice cream with an old friend. 

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“Well, okay…” Ariadne hesitated for a moment. She didn’t want to argue with Van, and even though she was pretty positive it wouldn’t turn into a big argument, it was best to just fully not risk it. That was the most logical and most sensible thing. She’d had enough not-so-great times recently that she figured she really could use a real good one. It was really nice to fall back into step with her friend – even if it wasn’t exactly like it used to be, it was still good, and maybe she and Chance could both invite Van over sometime. If Ariadne remembered correctly, Van and her cousin had always gotten along well.

“I just don’t know exactly what to do about all of this.” Which felt like some flavor of failure, but not one that she could quite put a name to. At least not yet. Though maybe there was a certain part of her that didn’t want to put a name to it yet. Which was stomach-twisting in its own sort of way. “I just wanted to offer to pay, that’s all. I’m glad you get tipped well. I don’t get people who don’t tip.” Maybe that was a sort of person Ariadne could give nightmares to. It seemed a bit extreme, but so did not tipping. Like, what was up with that? “But okay, we can pay for each other. But you should totally get like, a bajillon toppings. Don’t skimp at all.” She offered Van her best and brightest smile, though said smile wasn’t quite as bright as usual.

She nodded. “It has been too long. Way, way too long.” And it was a relief that Van wanted this. Ariadne couldn’t think of the last time that the two of them had really and truly hung out, just them. “I guess they do get tough to chew. I think that’s why I like them?” She shrugged. “But cheesecake bites? That’s a genius move, Van.” She pushed the door to the shop open. “You should go first. Uh, best hu— people, first. You know?”

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“I don’t think we’re supposed to.” Van didn’t like that they didn’t know how to approach the situation with Cass, but how were they supposed to know when their friend was shutting them out? Granted, there were probably good reasons that she was doing it, but it still sucked. Van was trying not to take it personally, because nobody liked it when somebody’s hardships were made about something else. Still, Van hoped that Cass would call her up one day like old times, or just appear in front of her like she typically did, snacks in hand. 

But maybe she and Ariadne wouldn’t talk only about Cass today. Maybe this was really a means of catching up. It was a little refreshing, even if Van did want to focus on a way to break Cass out of whatever trance her dad had her under. Still, it was hard to do on an empty stomach. As soon as she smelled the jammy strawberries sitting in their metal container, it was over for any scheming. 

“People who don’t tip like, totally suck.” That was an easy opinion to fall back on, after all. Ariadne had brought it up first. She looked over at the blonde, tongue in cheek as she explained her reasoning for liking gummy worms. “That makes like, no sense, but I totally support you.” Her own jaw ached at the idea of chewing down cold gummy worms, but at least there’d be more for Ariadne! “Cheesecake bites are like, super good. Cookie dough, too.” She grabbed one of the bright paper cups and stalled next to the assortment of machines displaying their flavors of the month. “Um…. fruity or cake-y.” She looked over at Ariadne for confirmation of what she should get, “I really like the tart flavors, but sometimes I mess up and get the 0 sugar cake batter one and it totally ruins everything because it doesn’t taste good, and then I can’t throw it away because I already got it, you know?” 

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“Yeah – at least I hope so. I’d like to know what to do, but I guess it’s not always possible.” Ariadne didn’t like that train of thought, but she felt strangely comforted by Van thinking at least similar thoughts. She didn’t want to be selfish, didn’t want to make whatever was going on with Cass all about her, but Cass was her best friend and there was something that felt weird and off and she wanted to fix the problem but she didn’t know exactly how she was supposed to. She’d read so many books about how to be a good friend when she was little, and even a few as a refresher when Cass had somehow ended up being her best friend. But maybe she’d messed up, but also maybe Cass would come running back. She couldn’t leave her door unlocked, on account of almost being murdered and not wanting people like Jade to track her down, but the second Cass wanted anything, she’d be there. No matter what.

She also probably owed it to Van to tell her about the whole… well, dead thing. It was weird to keep it a secret still, even though that was the safest route, and even though Van might not get it, but Cass knew, and Wynne knew, and both of them were friends with Van and so it made sense for Ariadne to just suck it up and tell her.

“They do.” She nodded firmly. “I – yeah. You’re right. It doesn’t make sense.” But Van wasn’t judging her, so it was fine. “Those also sound super good. Oh yeah, ick! But I get it, I don’t like to waste stuff, and it’s like, I’ve already spent the money… but still. I don’t get zero sugar things. It just doesn’t make sense to me.” Ariadne made her way over to the wall of flavors. “The real question is, which one should we start with?”

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“Zero sugar is good for some people, I guess, but the aftertaste is totally weird.” There had been a lot of times where she thought she got discounted candy only to find out they were only on discount because nobody wanted them and because there was no sugar attached. She wasn’t proud of the person she’d become then, throwing them out, but at least after getting a job at Sly Slice, she could put them in a communal area and somebody would take them. 

“I always put candy on the bottom so like, when I’m upset that it’s gone, there’s another little thing there, you know?” Her dad was the one who taught her the trick. He would take her out after her mom would tell her no sugar, but he’d keep it between them. Usually, she’d run it off at the park while he played online solitaire. 

“Maybe a layer of the cake one, and then…” Van looked over the flavors, “cookies and cream is new, I think. I kind of want to try that one, and then maybe add some crushed strawberries.” She looked towards Ariadne with a smile, “what about you?” This was all so normal, and she was grateful for it. 

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“Yeah, some people have to have it, and I get that, I don’t want to be rude or anything about that, so… yeah.” At least it didn’t seem like Van was going to judge her, and if she did, then Ariadne figured that she deserved it. Not in a self-deprecating way, but just something more matter of fact.

“That’s genius!” Ariadne grinned. “I’ll try that out. Or like, layer it. Candy, then ice cream, then candy, then ice cream, and so on…” It was like the coolest sort of sandwich (literally and also just like, awesome). She was glad that her parents had always supported her love of sweets, present even before the whole dying thing.

“Those flavors are so good. I think I might do… bubblegum, and cotton candy, and then like,...chocolate vanilla swirl.” It was a lot of very sweet flavors, but that worked well, and it was fun. “I think I’ll get some blueberries too. In addition to the candy and stuff.” 

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“The layering makes it way more fun, I think. I like to put the mochi in too, but I’m not sure if they have it.” Van craned her neck to get a better look at the dessert bar that was at the end of the line. There weren’t many other people inside, which meant if they wanted to load their toppings and pay for it, then they could do that. 

“Bubblegum and cotton candy…” Van nodded, trying to imagine what the combination would taste like in an ice cream form. She didn’t think she could form the thought in her head. “Chocolate vanilla swirl sounds good, though! You can’t go wrong with that, I guess.” Van scooped some cookie dough into her cup before moving towards the cookies and cream dispenser. “Blueberries are always sort of a hit or miss, I think. Sometimes they taste like water.” 

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“Yeah, I get that. I’ve put popping boba in mine before – I like boba in bubble tea the most – got one of my professors to try that – but it can be fun on ice cream. Just anything sweet.” She wanted so badly to just say, yeah, ‘cause I need sweet stuff to live now, sort of. But when would the right moment for that be?

“It’s a weird combo, I know – but it’s super sweet which, like I said, is good… is stuff I like.” Ariadne made a small face. She scooped a few sour patch kids into her cup and turned toward the bubblegum dispenser. “You know, between the two of us, we��ve covered quite the variety of flavors. Not coffee though, but that’s too bitter of an ice cream for me. What do you think about it?”

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“Strawberry popping boba is good. I like when it’s sour, though.” Her boba order, sans frozen yogurt, was way too convoluted to explain to Ariadne here and now. Chance knew it, she thought. It was weird, thinking about the things that Chance knew about her that Ariadne didn’t because of the time that had split them apart. Well– that and a slew of other things. 

Van had no room to judge Ariadne for liking overly sweet things. After all, she dipped her beef jerky sticks into nacho cheese. “Coffee is way too bitter for ice cream, I think. I don’t know.” She scrunched her nose, thinking about the copious amounts of coffee ice cream her grandma would always get, only because she knew Van wouldn’t want any. “Give me a red bull slushie though and I’d be all over it.” She quickly filled the rest of her cup with the other frozen yogurt she wanted before moving to the small array of fixings. She started to shovel some fruity pebbles onto it, pointing with her pinky finger to the raspberries. “Do you like raspberries, too– oh, be careful– hey, um, sir–” Van rose her voice slightly after noticing that the ladle out for them to use had a sharp edge to it. “Can we get another spoon?” 

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“That makes sense. Sour stuff is good.” She nodded, double confirming. It was something that Chance knew, because he knew a lot more about Van than she did, even though he wasn’t actually from the town. But that didn’t make her feel too bad – Chance was great, and so was Van, and it was good if they were friends.

She even still had a bag of gummy Life Savers in her bag, just in case. “Yes. I think so. But some people like it. I guess.” Like some boring adults. No offense to them, Ariadne apologized in her head. “That sounds cool! Do they make those in like seven-elevens and stuff?? I know they have cherry and Coke and blue raspberry and stuff like that… not such an expert on energy drinks though.” She nodded. “Yeah, I like most any berry. Raspberries are good, and they make a wicked good jam.” Ariadne sighed, looking over at the ladle, though she reached to touch the ladle, except her hand brushed against the sharp edge and then there was glitter and her hand shot back and against her shirt and she turned on her heels. “I – uh. Gonna go get – uh. Bandaid. Outside.”

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“I actually don’t know… I don’t think so. The health department probably like, makes sure people can’t make those. I bet I could make it if I got my own slushie machine or something.” It sounded like a nightmare, and she wondered if she’d ever have the energy to clean it out considering every time she went to a fast food joint, the ice cream machine always seemed to be broken, but only because they didn’t feel like cleaning it. Van put the idea away for another day. 

“I like rhubarb jam a lot, but I don’t think you can just… eat it like you can berries.” It’d been awhile since she had any, and her mouth tinged with the promise of some later in the year if she could get her hands on it from one of the farmer’s market stalls that offered it. Her mind wandered to the jam, but faltered as she noticed the glitter practically spill from Ariadne’s hand. Van opened her mouth to speak, but Ariadne was darting towards the door. “What? A bandaid? Wait, I have some– why are yours outside?” Van followed after the blonde, digging into her bag for the kuromi bandaids. “They’re purple!” They were outside now, and Van was trying to look around Ariadne to offer the small packet. 

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“Yeah, that makes sense. I bet you’d make ones even better than the store.” Which she meant, she wasn’t trying to over compliment her friend. Even though she knew that it could easily sound that way.

“Yeah. I think you can have it in pie and stuff, but I don’t know if you can just munch on rhubarb. But I’m not an expert, and I haven’t had that much rhubarb jam, so…” 

Van followed her outside. “I – yeah. Uh, you know, for like, safety reasons?” There was glitter all over her hand. She wasn’t even bleeding that much but in her anxiety and rush to get out of the store she’d smeared it around. “I do like purple. Mixing red and blue slushies to make them purple is the best.” Ariadne looked down at the ground. “It’s – your ice cream is gonna melt.” She wasn’t sure what else to say, because she very clearly hadn’t spilled glitter paint all over herself – Van was right there. “It’s – I’ll be fine.”

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Maybe if they were girls from any other town on earth, they could talk about rhubarb jam and pie. They could discuss their favorite frozen yogurt toppings and let their belongings spill over a table as they leaned over their bowls, sharing in the delicacies they created. 

But this was Wicked’s Rest, and it offered no kindness. 

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense.” Van’s concern was visible on her features as she twisted around to look at the other girl’s hand. There was no red, and instead, it matched the glitter that she had seen on the ladle. “It’s um, inside. It’s totally fine. Are you…” Van stared at her hand, not quite sure how to formulate the question. “Did you….” Was this some raver thing? Was Ariadne a raver? “Are you fae or something?” She kept her voice low with the question, not knowing if fae actually had glittery blood, but the word glamor being a part of their vernacular had her thinking that maybe it went together. Maybe Stephenie Meyer had met fae, and not vampires. Vampires here didn’t glitter. 

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“Okay.” She sniffed, because she didn’t want to possibly lose Van, not when they’d only recently finally actually reconnected. 

But their town wasn’t always kind. Their town had killed her. If she’d grown up somewhere else she would still be human. Probably. Ariadne really didn’t know much of anything about how things like this worked, and except for visits to her grandparents and to Chance, she hadn’t been out of the town much at all. “Fae? I – no.” She shook her head. Van knew about fae? That at least might make some of this a little easier. “I’m – I – I’m dead. Uh.” She hit her palms against her face. “Sorry. I mean. I am dead. But not? It’s – some people say it’s called undead. I’m not a vampire though. I’m… well, something called a mare. But I promise I won’t hurt you!!” Once she’d started talking everything threatened to spill out. “I have to give nightmares to, uh, eat, but I can eat normal stuff and sugar’s really good, I think, or maybe I just like that, but I don’t ever give you nightmares. I just give them to people who are mean. But yeah. Someone fed on me, and made me this. It’s – I –” she blew a strand of hair from her face. “I get it if I should just go now.” She couldn’t help but think of Jade had looked at her – how, to some, she really was a monster.

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Maybe she shouldn’t have brought up fae. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to know about fae, and because she mentioned fae, something could happen. Hadn’t that been what kind of happened to Nora in Ireland? Wasn’t that why Regan had to go back? Van bit the inside of her cheek as she waited for Ariadne to clarify. But the answer was no, and her friend seemed confused. “You’re… dead? I mean, me, too. Like, I feel dead.” Okay, maybe the wrong way to put it. 

She knew dead people. She knew Caleb. She had been attacked by dead things. She had run-ins with them in different capacities. She’d been warned against them, and had befriended them. Was that the kind of dead that Ariadne meant? It was strange, realizing just how much she’d grown from the point in her life where she couldn’t even think of the word magic. Now, she was accepting all different forms of… maybe not magic, but oddities. “You… horses aren’t dead.” Horses could die, but that didn’t make much sense. To be a person who looked like a person and not a horse that bled glitter? Van’s head kind of hurt trying to wrap her mind around it. 

Zombies and vampires made sense– those she could understand, mostly because they were so prevalent in media. Horses were too, she guessed. But then Ariadne went on to continue explaining, and mare wasn’t a female horse, but short for something else. “Oh…” Van nodded as if it made all the sense in the world, as if she knew what the word always meant. “So not like, a horse. Okay. That makes a lot more sense, I think.” Ariadne was clearly flailing over the information she was providing, and maybe a few months ago, Van would’ve let her go. 

Instead, Van stuck out the bandaid with an unsure smile. “I’m sorry– Um. That I called you a horse. You’re not a horse. Unless you wanted to be.” How long had Ariadne been dead for? Was she supposed to ask that? Was she the Bella in this situation? “Do… you like, need this? You’re glittery, right? To hide it? Are you hurt?” 

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Ariadne did a double take for a moment at Van’s comment. There was no way that her friend was dead and she hadn’t noticed, right? Then Van was asking about horses and once again Ariadne found herself unable to explain just why she had the same name as a horse. Except that in her case, it was a shortened version of what she was (a nightmare).

“It’s short for nightmare. I think. Because that’s what I eat.” She made another face. “I – well, I’ve only been this for a couple years…” 

Van wasn’t leaving and that alone made Ariadne want to burst into tears. She wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve the magnificent friends that she had. “Chance, uh, knows. I told him a bit ago.” She wasn’t too keen to get into all the details right now, but figured it was important that Van knew that Chance knew. “No, I don’t want to be a horse. I like being… uh, a person.” Not human. Because she wasn’t human any longer. “Yes please. I’d like the bandaid, to hide it, yeah. I – it’s just a small cut, it’s not so bad.” She took the bandaid. “I like My Melody. But I like Kuromi too – that’s who this is, right?” She offered a cautious smile to her friend. “You sure you’re okay?”

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If Van hadn’t known Ariadne for as long as she did, knowing that she was kindness personified, then maybe she would’ve focused on the whole eating nightmares thing, but Ariadne had clarified that she only did that to mean people. Van couldn’t really understand why eating somebody who was cruel’s nightmares wouldn’t be helping them, but there was still room to learn exactly what Ariadne meant, right? 

“A couple of years.” Van frowned. That meant that Ariadne had died right under her nose. Not that she would’ve been able to do anything, obviously. They only recently reconnected, and even then… “I’m sorry.” She wasn’t sure if that was right, either. Apologizing for somebody’s death that had happened years ago. But she was still standing there, seemingly alive. Now, Van had to wonder if something would try to take her out in a way that spread misinformation of danger. She thought of Jade for a brief moment, but pushed the thought away. She considered giving her a picture of Ariadne and telling her to stay the fuck away, but wouldn’t it be better if Jade had no idea who Ariadne was? 

“Chance knows,” Van echoed, trying to fit the pieces of just what happened to Ariadne together. She didn’t figure she’d get that part of all this right here and now, and for once, she was okay with it. It wasn’t every day that a friend of hers told her they were dead. Then again, it had happened with Caleb. So maybe it was a little more common than she thought. “Yeah, being a person is like… way cooler. Horses kinda still freak me out.” She thought about the horse that Regan had taken her to to cure the whole hay eating thing. Would Ariadne befriend that horse, too? Van handed the bandaid over to Ariadne with a nod. 

“Yeah, kuromi. I– there were My Melody ones, but I used them all like, forever ago.” She liked Kuromi better, and it was why she was trying to save them. “Me? I’m okay! I’m not the one who–” she stopped herself from saying she wasn’t dead, and instead pivoted, “that got cut on that weird ladle thing. That’s like, a total health code violation thing, right?” She scrunched her nose. “I’m taking this like, really well, right?” Ariadne already knew what she was, so it only felt fair. “Like, um, way better than I would have before, I think. I’m not saying give me a gold medal or anything, but it’s growth!” A real, genuine smile pulled at the corners of Van’s lips as she grabbed Ariadne’s hand that’d been cut, inspecting it to make sure the bandaid covered the wound in its entirety. “Um, thank you for telling me. Do you… we can talk more about it later, but I think we should get you your weird bubblegum cotton candy mixture, right?” 

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“Yeah. A couple of years. So I – I’ll always be like, almost-twenty. In looks. I do age. Just not – yeah.” Ariadne wasn’t sure if she was making even the tiniest bit of sense but she did know that Van was listening and that was enough of a win (more than enough). “You don’t have to be sorry – but thanks.”

She wasn’t sure if she should go into the complicated details about how there were people who tried to murder her. Re-murder. Whatever the term was (she still wasn’t sure). But Ariadne didn’t want to stress Van out any more than she already probably was. If the occasion called for it, or if Van decided to ask, then she’d admit it, but not until then. The two of them were having a nice time and she’d already muddled it talking about her death. She didn’t need to scare Van, tell her about the fact that people out there liked to hunt people who weren’t human just because.

“So I just – I know you’re friends, and I didn’t want you to think you had to keep it a secret from him. He only knows like, recently. Wynne knows too. And – Cass.” She didn’t want to bring up Cass too much right now, what with all the complexities that came hand in hand with all of that, but Cass was Van’s friend too and Ariadne wanted to make sure that Van knew she could be open with other people. “Yeah, horses can be freaky.” Though she would’ve given anything to be able to be near any animal or bug or – not the point, right now.

“That makes sense. Kuromi is more your vibe – which I mean as a compliment, F-Y-I. I figure you’ll take it as that, but I just want to make sure!!” Van had been so understanding, Ariadne really didn’t want to ruin the moment by offending her. “It probably is, yeah. And thank you for taking it so well. It – well, it means everything to me.” She giggled at Van’s next words. “I think you should get a gold medal, if I was judging, I’d give you one, so…” Van grabbed her hand and that made her smile grow. Van wasn’t disgusted by her. Van, who was something exceptional and extraordinary, wasn’t repulsed. “Yeah – we can talk more whenever you want. We should go and get the ice cream, yeah.” She moved toward the door, hand-in-hand with Van. “I’m really glad we’re friends.” 

[luci-in-the-stars]

Check Mate

TIMING: Around the time Luci moved in to Worm Row - Pre Goo time. LOCATION: A Cafe PARTIES: @luci-in-the-stars & @ariadnewhitlock SUMMARY: Luci and Ariadne meet up and play Chess. It’s cute!  CONTENT WARNING: Slight mention of the Van™, nothing specific.

Luci had been stoked when Ariadne had wanted to hang out, excited that she might have a new friend this soon. While she was usually fine with being alone, if not physically at least feeling mentally apart from people, she was trying to change that about herself. After all, after losing both her siblings suddenly she realized something that had startled her. 

Luci didn’t want to be alone. She had just assumed that she wouldn’t be alone, and to suddenly know that was possible had pushed her to try and connect with more people, something that she wasn’t great at. Still, Ariadne seemed really nice and forgiving if she did everything a little wrong. She just needed to put her best foot forward, so when she asked Luci if she played chess and wanted to play with her, she agreed immediately. It was at least an activity that wouldn’t need much outside conversation if Luci couldn’t come up with it - she hadn’t written down anything hoping to test her skills on that as well. 

Luci hummed slightly figuring out her next move as she glanced at Ariadne. “You’re really good at Chess. Okay I think I figured it out,” She said moving her knight randomly hoping it was a good move. 

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Luci seemed nice, and the two of them had both agreed that being kind and good was the best way to be, and so Ariadne found herself excited at the prospect of the two of them hanging out. She’d even asked, which wasn’t entirely in character for her, but wasn’t entirely out of character, either. Besides, this was Milo’s sister, and she’d said that she’d keep an eye on her, even before she’d realized that they’d already been talking and were already getting along quite well.

“My mom taught me.” Ariadne offered a shrug. “Some stuff is hard for me, but chess has, for whatever reason, always made sense, and it’s fun. So I’m glad you wanted to play with me.” She moved her bishop, taking one of Luci’s pawns. “You’re really good, too.” Though chess was perhaps the one time where she actually let herself get competitive. Even with dance, she didn’t always do that – which was why she’d never wanted to do competition dance – but chess was fun, and winning did, admittedly, feel nice.

She wouldn’t throw her game with Luci, but she also wouldn’t play with the same level of competition that she did when she played with Chance. “How are you liking UMWR so far?”

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Luci nodded happy  that Ariadne shared. “ Oh that’s nice! Do you two play together a lot then? My Tia and I play sometimes,” Luci offered thinking of her Aunt and part of her missing her. She should call her soon. “I’m glad that you offered. I don’t get to play very often.” She had been - while the chaotic nature of her new home hadn’t settled down having bits and pieces of something normalish did wonders for the new college student.  Also it wasn’t mario chart which while she loved playing did cause a lot of bickering. At least when she had played with Milo. 

She was partially concentrating on the board - the game easier than some she had played, but not something she admittedly had tried to excel at. While Luci was curious about a lot of things, she couldn’t find that she was a master of very many of them when she didn’t need to be. Outside of science she couldn’t say she was especially outstanding in anything. She had been the president of debate - but it was mostly that no one else wanted the position. She had also been pretty good at track and field, but she hadn’t won many meets. It had all been just enough to make her competitive, and nothing that she had been especially interested in being great in. Instead she was just happy that she could play with Ariadne. 

“Oh - pretty good! My roommate and I didn’t get along very well so I just moved out of the dorms. I don’t think she liked me very much, but I really like where I’m living now.” Luci looked up at the other and said, “How has school been for you?” 

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“We used to play all the time, and we don’t do it all the time anymore, but we still do, sometimes. But it’s nice to have someone else to play with.” Ariadne chewed absent-mindedly on her pinky nail. “I’m glad you wanted to play, even though we – even though it was just sort of a random offer. I mean –” she shook her head, “not random, but weird? Maybe? I didn’t know how I came off with the offer and stuff, is all.” 

She moved her bishop, looking back up at Luci. Even if some things hadn’t made sense, chess had – chess did, still, and Ariadne couldn’t ever thank her mother enough for teaching it to her all the way back when.

“I’m glad you found somewhere good to live. Can I ask – do you still have roommates? I think good roommates can be wonderful, and so I’m really glad you have a good place, but I can’t imagine somebody not liking you.” Ariadne dropped her pinky out of her mouth, “and I mean that. You’re really great, even though we’ve only just really sort of met. School’s been fine – good, even, I’ve got some professors I really adore this semester. How about you?”

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“I understand - I like playing video games with my brother, but he cheats so it’s nice to play other people,” Luci wasn’t quite sure how much Ariadne knew about Milo, and she was being very uncharitable in that reading. He probably wasn’t cheating, but she thought it was funnier to say and she chuckled to show she wasn’t serious. “ Oh I didn’t think it was weird at all. I love people asking me to do activities. I mean - I guess I just don’t think it’s weird at all. ” She wasn’t sure how she sounded, if it was comforting or not, but she did mean it earnestly. While now at school she seemed to be asked to go do things a bit more, Luci hadn’t really had many friends growing up. It hadn’t really bothered her - she’d always gotten along okay with her siblings friends and with school activities people seemed to tolerate her - but to be asked to hang out was something still relatively new. So Luci smiled, and said, “I also think it’s a fun game.” 

At the move Luci’s eyes moved back to the board quickly trying to figure out a strategy. Her hand paused on a pawn, wondering if she should protect her rook or not. 

At the question she nodded and said, “Three actually. They all seem very nice. You may know some of them actually. I mean I don’t think Wynne goes to school here, but they are around our age I believe. They’re really nice.” Luci picked the roommate that probably would be around here at least, Sawyer and Arden seemed to be a little bit older - although Luci wasn’t quite sure on that one either. 

At the question of not liking her Luci shrugged and said, “Thanks, I appreciate that a lot. I mean it seems like people like me here for the most part, my roommate just wasn’t fond of me.” She nodded lightly at the idea of school and professors and said, “Yeah it’s been pretty fun so far for me. I really like the libraries on campus, and a lot of my professors seem really nice. I thought I might get a little lost with the work, but so far so good. I’m pretty excited to register for next semester too.” __ 

“Well I don’t ever like to cheat, but that feels like maybe it’s a sort of sibling vibe kind of thing to do?” Ariadne wasn’t entirely sure what she was saying, or what point she was trying to make, but thankfully Luci didn’t seem like the sort to judge, or really, to be rude in any sort of way. Which was a wonderful sort of thing. “Well, I’m very glad to hear that — I just don’t always do this kind of thing, but I’m also trying to do it more, so…” her voice trailed off, briefly. “It is a fun game, and I like that it’s so portable, too.”

“Oh! I knew Wynne was looking for a new roommate. They’re the best. I mean, I am heavily biased since I’m their girlfriend, but they really are wonderful. And so are you! So that’s wonderful.” Ariadne held her tongue for a minute, if nothing more than to think of a word to use that wasn’t just wonderful, because soon enough it would start sounding like it wasn’t even a real word. “Yes, they’re just a year older than I am. Very much our age.”

She gave Luci a smile, and Ariadne nodded, again. “Well, good. Boo to your roommate. Not to be rude, because I don’t want to be rude, but boo to them if they don’t like you.” She tapped her fingers on her thigh, before moving another piece on the board. “That’s good. What sort of classes might you want to take, outside of your major?”

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Luci hummed in agreement saying, “Yes. I mean he claims he doesn’t cheat, but I feel like he learned some code or something to always get the shells in mario kart.” Luci looked up for a second and gave a smile, “ I mean if you ever want to play I’d love too. I’m always looking for fun stuff to do.” She finally decided the rook was worth protecting, moving the pawn to protect it. “It is nicely portable too. Not a lot of little pieces.” 

Luci grinned happily that the others knew each other, “Oh! I hadn’t known that but that’s really nice. You two do seem like your personalities would mesh well together too.” She guessed she didn’t know that for sure - she didn’t know the other two very well after all - but they were both kind and a little quiet that it seemed like they would match together. “I thought so. I think Arden and Sawyer are a little older, but I didn’t ask. Seemed rude too.” That and she was just happy enough someone wasn’t worried about living with her. She really seemed to have spooked her old roommate, and while she didn’t like her very much, it did make her pause. 

“Yeah she was kind of mean, but I think it works out anyway. I needed a bigger room anyway. I brought Snow - she’s my bunny - and the dorm was probably too small for all three of us.” Luci said, carefully concealing her jackalope's true nature not because she didn’t trust Ariadne, but she didn’t want to scare her. Looking lightly at the board again she moved another piece, not sure if that was a good idea. “I wasn’t sure. I was thinking maybe something in psychology or sociology? I thought it might be fun to take a social science class.” 

__ 

“I’ll be on your side for this, how’s that sound?” Even if Ariadne was fond of Milo, she had told him that she’d keep an eye out for his sister, and she found herself already incredibly fond of Luci, so siding with her was, in fact, the only actual logical thing to do. “I’m always down, whenever you want.” She nodded appreciatively at Luci. “It’s true, and I’ve got a set that’s magnetic so that you don’t lose the pieces.”

Ariadne smiled, “oh. Well, yes… we very much know each other. I’m their girlfriend. I like to think our personalities go pretty well together, so I’m glad that you do, too.” She moved her knight to block one of Luci’s pieces, though decided that at least for now, she wouldn’t be as competitive as she got with Chance. She did want a friend out of this, after all.

Wrinkling her nose, Ariadne nodded, “that’s a wonderful name for a bunny.” There would always apparently be a small part of her that felt envious about others being able to have animals, even to be around them, but there was far more joy. “How old is Snow? But yes – social science can be cool, I think, probably. I’m not the go-to for that though, but I know our professors there are supposed to be excellent.”

__ 

“Great! That’s one more for my side and I appreciate it,” Luci said with a bit of a laugh and smile. It wasn’t after all, deadly serious and it was fun to poke at Milo at least a little. “I’ll have to take you up on that, and that’s awesome. I didn’t know they made magnetic sets.” It was something she wanted to write down, but being in the middle of a game she elected for it to happen later. 

“I’m glad,” Luci said. She didn’t know much about either yet, but she thought both Wynne and Ariadne would be nice together. Biting her lip at the block she hesitated a moment moving what she would have considered her third choice move down - a bishop now being in play. 

“Thank you I always thought so. She’s all white after all. She’d fit in with the snow.” Luci loved her familiar a lot, the jackalope one of the closest companions she’d ever had. “She’s about three now I believe. I think so. I guess if I don’t like the class it’s really only one semester. I could take something else to cover it. Oh that’s good to know, I did think so too.” 

__

“Of course, wouldn’t dream of it being any other way!” Ariadne offered Luci another smile. Even though there was a part of her that worried, if only for a moment, that she was going to mess up and lose all of this. She thought that it was at least a bit ridiculous to still be so worried and done up about, but then again, she couldn’t help it, could she? And Luci would have a very good reason to not want to be her friend, given the whole fact that she was a monster and all of that.

Even if, after everything with the van, she’d done her best to not think like that, she’d had minimal success. 

Ariadne supposed that it was perhaps something to work on, and right now she could talk about and play chess and just focus on that, and how kind Luci seemed to be.

“It – thank you, that means a lot. They’re the first and only person I’ve fallen in love with, so like, I don’t really have tons of experience, but it’s literally the best. I’m glad that you get to live with them, and they get to live with you, ‘cause you’re both wonderful.”

Ariadne offered another nod. “Do you have any photos of her, that maybe I can see sometimes? I’ve got … wicked bad allergies with like, animals and stuff, sometimes, so I try to be safe and not go near them, but I love animals and absolutely adore photos. Do you know what a quokka is? I love how they smile.” She moved one of her pieces again, “that’s all true. I hope you find something you like. If you ever want dance or art department tips, those I can more readily offer you.”

__

Luci smiled knowing it was silly, but feeling a little more at home then she had. It wasn’t exactly the same it had been back in her neighborhood, but it was closer then she had been in awhile. With everything that had happened, it was always hard to have calm tiny moments of happiness and just giggling with Ariadne was closer than most things. 

“That’s good. I can’t say I have much experience either, but I stand by what I said.  Thank you. I’m glad to start a new adventure and have new friends,” Luci said with a genuine smile and contentment in her face moving her pawn knowing that she was probably going to lose. 

At the question of Snow Luci nodded pulling out her phone at the ready to show off her familiar. “Oh yeah! I take tones - oh no I’m so sorry. That’s rough.” Luci paused thinking about how sad she’d be if she couldn’t pet Snow but shaking her head slightly and showing her the photo of the white jackalope. “Oh! Yes I think I do. They are very sweet smiles. I’ll have to keep that in mind for my art requirement.” Luci actually liked art - even if most of the time she couldn’t seem to get her drawings quite right. Something about not quite getting the emotions right. Still, maybe Ariadne would be able to help her find a professor who wouldn’t care. 

Smiling and showing her different photos of Snow, Luci pretty much forgot to actually play the game, now wondering if she could make a potion or something to help Ariadne with her allergies enough to meet Snow - or maybe a  quokka. She’d have to think on it. 

[lukas-dark-miracles]

A Nice Normal Meeting

PARTIES: @lukas-dark-miracles & @ariadnewhitlock TIMING: June 13th LOCATION: On the streets down town SUMMARY: Lukas bumps into Ariadne and offers her a flyer to the support group. They have a nice talk. CONTENT WARNINGS: None = ) it's a perfectly nice conversation

Lukas looked  at his work hanging up the flier for the self help group neatly on the telephone pole. He had asked the owners of the store it was in front of and the two lovely owners had said that he was more than welcome to do so. He had been pleased that they had taken one of his flyers to hang up inside as well. He was hoping that more people might come to the next meeting, although the first one had gone rather well. The setting sun made it easier for him as well - the night coming softly to surround him in it’s cool embrace. 

Humming softly he turned to move towards the next street - hoping that some of the stores would still be open- and without paying attention he almost missed that someone was there. “Oh - sorry. I didn’t realize you were there. I hope I haven’t given you a fright,” Lukas said with a smile, his hands folding over his flyers. 

Ariadne found that when she wanted to, she was exceptionally good at taking a long time to get places. It was a skill that she hadn’t used much as a child, but one that she had used on occasion, when being out with her mom and dad had been too nice, and the idea of going to sleep was too boring. Ironically, she would have given nearly anything to be able to sleep, now.

Someone nearly ran into her, and Ariadne prided herself on the fact that she only somewhat jumped. That she managed to maintain her composure. “Oh, no - it’s okay.” She offered the man a small smile back. “I should apologize, it’s my fault I wasn’t looking where I was headed.” Her gaze drew back to the fliers pinned up. “I was just looking at those is all. Seems like a very nice thing to offer.”

Lukas glanced over the young woman to make sure he hadn’t hurt or frightened her. He found that now - although he looked the same as ever - he was a bit more frightening than he’d like to be. Maybe it was more in his head, the fact that he was just lightly more sinister, but he was awfully aware of it. 

“Not at all,” Lukas said nicely, noticing that he had at least spooked her and trying to be considerate. “You have all the right in the world to walk down a sidewalk, I was the one with my head down. I’m just glad that I didn’t crash into you.” At her noticing the flyers he couldn’t help his smile growing. “Oh - that’s a rather nice thing to say.  I’m actually the one starting it.” He turned the flyers in his hand so she could see that he was in fact the one putting them up. “If you want one I don’t mind parting with an extra flier. I can also answer any questions you might have. ” 

“Still, I should’ve made sure to leave space, or something.” Ariadne wasn’t sure why she was finding excuses left and right, other than it just felt like the right thing to do, for whatever reason. “Thank you though, I’m glad we didn’t crash into each other, ‘cause the last thing I want to do is hurt somebody.”

Eyes widened at his next remark, “you are? I’d - sure, yeah, I’d love one.” Ariadne looked up at him. “Do you need to like, do something specific to come to the meeting, or can someone come if they’re curious about it?” She pressed her lips together. “I - sorry, what sort of reason would someone go to one of these meetings? If you can answer that.”

Lukas couldn’t help but laugh realizing that neither of them were likely to give up the apologies. While part of him wanted to continue it, seeing as he was likely the older he figured he should just let it end with him. “I am glad you are alright as well. I wouldn’t want you to be hurt.” 

Handing over the flier he said, “ Oh no you don’t need anything in particular. If you’d like to come, you are more than welcome to do so.” At the question he shook his head slightly and said, “No need for apologies, that's not a strange or improper question at all. Mostly I think that would be personal to the individual, but I am hoping anyone that might be looking for community would find that here. It’s not like AA or something like that, more like a community building group. Whatever everyone wants to pursue we will.” Lukas said simply. After all, he wanted it to be a place where people would accept the truth of this world - but they had all the time in the world to get to that. Right now this community needs to feel safe and heard first. “I’m Lukas by the way. Do you mind if I ask you what your name is?”

“That’s nice of you. I don’t think either of us should end up hurt, so yeah. It’s good nobody was hurt in this whole deal.” Ariadne sighed, grateful at least that he hadn’t seemed too mad at her. Or mad at all, really, if she gave it a few moments to think about.

“Yeah? I mean - community is good. Or - yeah. I was gonna say, or so I’ve been told, but I believe it all on my own.” She was making a bit of a fool of herself, wasn’t she? “Community building is also, uh, good. I - I’m always up for knowing more people.” At least this time, Ariadne hadn’t expressly stated that she had very few friends. “Oh, yeah - I’m Ariadne.” She looked down at the flier in her hand, then back up at the man in front of her. “So like, even just feeling more comfortable with myself, that’d be an okay reason to come? I’m uh, not the most confident. In case that wasn’t glaringly obvious already.” She offered a bitter laugh. “But I’m learning, and I think learning more and having help’s always something good.”

“Indeed,” Lukas said kindly to the other. After all, sometimes worry came more from the person’s mind than it was in the situation and he could at least provide that he wasn’t mad. It wasn’t much, in the grand scheme of things, but hopefully it would calm the other. 

“I agree. I think those are some wonderful thoughts on building community,” He said softly, letting the younger woman go through her words to know what she wanted to say. After all, she was clearly nervous and sometimes it was just best to let people ramble a little and know that they were being listened to then to try and tell her not to be nervous. Lukas was a stranger, and sometimes that was enough to make people uncomfortable. “It’s very nice to meet you, Ariadne.” 

With a small nod he continued, “I think any reason you have is grand - and if you are nervous I’d be more than happy to help in any way I can.” At the confirmation that it was something that she was working on Lukas said with a soft smile, “Confidence is a skill that is learned, and I think you’re already starting on a good foot. It took me years to be confident in myself - but I don’t want to lecture you or give you unwanted advice.” He couldn’t help the laugh that came out as he caught himself trying to be a Priest yet again. “ Still, I would be happy to help, and look forward to maybe seeing you at a meeting.” 

“You do? I mean, think the thoughts are good? That - I - thank you.” Ariadne loathed just how much she was stumbling over her words, but it couldn’t entirely be helped, she supposed. She’d been better at avoiding that before she’d died, but even then, she’d fallen into that. Strangely, when she had to speak up for Chance was some of the only times when she hadn’t felt like she only wanted to tumble over her words.

Which, she supposed, made it more than a bit ironic that now he was so much of the source of her worries. He wasn’t unkind – Ariadne was fairly certain it wasn’t something he was even capable of, but that didn’t make it any easier. 

“I – yeah, I’d like some help. Maybe. If you’re sure. Or sure that you’re sure.” He was offering though, so he had to be certain, right? It still twisted knots in Ariadne’s stomach, to ask that much of a stranger. “I’ll try to come to a meeting soon. It’d be nice, and I like having things to do, also, so – not that I’d just consider this ‘something to do’ – I know it’s more than that – but still. It’d be nice.”

“Yes,” Lukas confirmed and smiled at the other for the thank you. “I appreciate it, but I am just being honest.” He was used to people being flustered around him, although usually it was because of their immortal soul and wanting to know questions about how to be saved. Still, the younger one seemed very kind and he did want to calm her down and have her feel listened too. 

Lukas nodded and said, “Of course. There’s no pressure either way. If you ever want help, just let me know.” At the idea that she might come to a meeting Lukas smiled and continued, “I would love to see you there and even if you only go to one and find it’s not for you that’s quite fine. Don’t feel at all pressured to go or stay. It can also be something to do.” He chuckled a little mostly to show that it really wasn’t life or death serious. After all, at the moment it wasn’t. “If it’s just a place you can meet people and get to know them I think that’s more than worthwhile.” 

“I’ve always been a fan of honesty!” Ariadne chirped back, perhaps with an excess of enthusiasm, but that didn’t really matter in the end, did it? Given that the man was a stranger, his kindness was strange – not unexpected, because she liked to believe that most anyone could and would be kind whenever possible, but because it felt so sudden, and so welcoming.

“You’d do that? How - I can’t pay like, a lot, but I’m sure I can find a way to give you whatever you need, I’ve got some things saved up.” He wanted her to come to a meeting, and he’d said he was honest, so Ariadne did her best to believe that this applied to his desire for her to come to the meeting. “I’ll come, promise. I do need to get to know more people, and having it somewhere that I maybe won’t make a total fool of myself would be real nice. I’d like to come.” She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to keep repeating herself, but that was that.

Lukas smiled, appreciating the enthusiasm of the younger although not sure how to quite respond. “That’s a good quality to have,” He said with a nod, not wanting to other to feel awkward in the least. 

At the talk of payment Lukas shook his head and said, “ Oh - No you don’t have to pay for anything. I just like helping, and I wouldn’t want to get money for that.” It was something that was foreign to Lukas at this point anyway. He knew it wasn’t a crime to be paid for services, but as a Father he wasn’t paid but instead taken care of through the Church. Now, he supposed that his Sire had enough money to last hundreds of years. He only accepted payment for his writings because people would be weary of him if he didn’t. “I would much rather you save your money for yourself, or if there was someone in need to get it.” He figured that was a better way of putting it.

“Grand,” Lukas said with a smile, “I look forward to seeing you at a meeting then.” 

“I suppose it can be.” Ariadne sighed, “thank you.” He made her feel more at ease, which she wasn’t sure how to take, but she’d accept it hungrily, given the overall lack of ease she felt most days, now. Desperately taking it up, even if the satisfaction it brought wasn’t exactly the same as fear, there was something about apparent acceptance that made her belly feel full – and her heart, too.

“Okay, but I just wanted to offer. You know, being nice and all.” An awkward flash of a smile thrown towards the man. “Not that – not to brag about charity or niceness or whatever but just… yeah.” At least he was good at diffusing the awkwardness. “I’ll come to one soon as I can.” Ariadne gave a small, sharp nod. “I can’t wait.”

[the-lil-exorcist]

Sign Lessons|| Ariadne & Lil

TIMING : About two weeks ago

LOCATION:  A Coffee Shop

PARTIES : @ariadnewhitlock, @the-lil-exorcist

SUMMARY: Lil, having noticed earlier Ariadne practicing ASL offered to teach her more signs. The two meet up and talk and decide to make this a regular thing.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Very light Family disfunction warning.

Lil didn’t often offer people to teach them languages. One, she knew a suspicious amount of them which really couldn’t be explained by her schooling or anything else. It wasn’t magical though, Lil had just learned them the old fashioned way spending a lot of time with her head in books translating them. 

Still, Lil always found an exception, when she saw someone trying to learn ASL. Maybe it reminded her of when she was younger, learning it alongside Jonas and their mother so she can always talk to him.  She had spent a lot of her early life trying to get the other kids to learn it too, so Jonas wouldn’t feel alone. So, when she saw Ariadne trying to sign to her when she was absentmindedly ‘talking’ to herself she couldn’t help but offer to teach the other more. 

So now she was here, waiting patiently at a coffee shop hoping that the expresso she ordered would wake her up despite it being the afternoon. After this she had to go deal with a haunting - she was pretty sure it was a haunting at least. While pondering her eyes glanced at the other and Lil waved. “Hey - I hope you found me easily enough. I’ve got some of the books I was talking about too if you wanted to borrow them.” 

—

Her mother had spoken French to her ever since she could remember, but Ariadne found learning most other languages difficult. Except that signing had seemed good - something she could get a handle on more easily than Italian or Greek or anything along those lines.

When someone had come across one of her practice sessions and offered to help her learn more, Ariadne couldn’t help but agree practically without a second thought. Which wasn’t necessarily like her, but she needed something to do, and school wasn’t a very good distraction for her, so she figured that learning something she wanted to, something she wasn’t going to be graded on, was the best route to go.

She’d found the coffee shop without any sort of trouble, and spotted Lil sitting down. “I - yes, I do - did. I found you.” Great start, she thought to herself. “I’d love to see the books, but I’ve found that sometimes I learn better from practical, visual practice - experience - if that’s okay?”

—

Lil gave the other a smile which seemed easier than normal at least of late. She wasn’t usually particularly gloomy - something that might shock people seeing her appearance and job- but constantly thinking of her family and their fate had caused it to be harder to not show it on her face. Still, she figured for a little bit she was allowed not to think about all the people she needed to find. If she kept acting desperate to find them she was going to burn herself out and then Jonas would have to pick up the pieces. Again. 

Lil chuckled slightly and nodded, “Yes you did.” Lil tried to keep the other from feeling embarrassed moving the books over to her side of the table and nodding. “Of course. If you actually want to use ASL the books aren’t going to be as helpful then actually talking in the language .” Lil shifted so that her hands were now in front of her so she could start signing. 

“So - I think a good place to start is to sign the alphabet to me just so I can see your movements. Whenever you're confused or don’t know a sign you can always sign that way so it’s a good place to start.” Lil paused, realizing that the other might have already known that and continued hoping that she didn’t offend Ariadne , “I’m sure you already knew that - but I really like making sure the basics are taken care of.”  

—

“No, it’s okay. I really appreciate that you brought the books, still. It’s nice that you’re so thorough about this.” It certainly helped to calm her nerves. At least as much as was possible, which wasn’t necessarily saying all too much, but she’d take anything. Ariadne nodded again. “I’d love to practice actually talking. I think that might be why I like dance so much? I don’t have to read to understand what I need to do…” her voice trailed off.

“Yes, okay.” She offered a careful smile, “oh - please, no - it’s okay. I have heard that, but hearing it from an expert, like you, is extra wonderful. You can tell me if I’ve got the alphabet down.” Ariadne hoped that she did, at least. However, even if she made mistakes, Lil seemed to be the sort of teacher who would correct them kindly.

She began signing her way through the alphabet - “sometimes I got a bit messed up on Q, but I think I’ve maybe got a handle of it, now?” Ariadne looked up. “How am I doing? I can also sign the basic ‘Hello, my name is Ariadne,’ and some other stuff - I just like the idea of knowing sign. It’s such a beautiful language. So thank you, again, for taking the time to do this.”

—

“Ah I appreciate that,” Lil said, her hands moving to something close enough to what she was saying. Although Lil wouldn’t say she was perfect at signing and speaking, she did often do it for Jonas, if only the most consequential words so he knew what others were saying.  “Oh, are you a dancer then?” Lil said, tipping her head to the side a little not quite knowing what she might or might not expect from her would-be student. The other seemed graceful enough that she would believe it. 

Lil couldn’t help getting a little red at the ears being called an expert and she shook her head, “Ah - I wouldn’t say I’m an expert but that’s nice to say - Okay let's see.” She said trying to focus on the other’s hand movements and the nice words. After all, she was only this good because she wanted to talk to Jonas. 

“You’re doing well,” Lil said with a smile still focusing on her hand movements not looking at Ariadne. “I see what you mean for Q, especially going from P. Try moving your middle finger up while you bring your pointer finger down to transition that one smoother.” Lil said, showing with her hand what she meant, slower than she normally would go through the alphabet. “ It’s also okay not to have them go quickly either. It seems like you got all of them down though. Just slow it down a bit so it doesn’t blur into the next letter.” 

At the statement Lil nodded and said, “Sure. I can teach you some vocab. I also like the language a lot too. It’s my favorite thing that I’ve learned.” She said what she was saying although the signs were slightly delayed. “Part of it is knowing the sentence structure of ASL, it’s a bit different than a speaking language - so although it looks correct it can seem weird when you’re ‘listening’ to it if that makes sense? Also Hi Ariadne, I’m Lil.” She said laughing slightly, signing her greeting to the other slower then she would normally, carefully spelling Ariadne’s name. 

—

“Oh, of course.” Ariadne watched Lil’s hands - in awe of the ease with which she managed to sign and speak. “I - yes, I suppose I am? I’ve been dancing practically since I could walk, but I’m not like an actual professional or anything. It just makes sense to me, I guess?” She only wished that more of her life could make sense, but that was neither here nor there, right now. It certainly wasn’t helpful to let her thoughts travel in that direction when she was very much trying to focus on being in the moment.

“Relative expert?” A shrug, “you’re very good at this, is all I mean.” The other seemed to want to move away from talking about herself, which was certainly something Ariadne could appreciate. Or relate to, in the very least.

“Thank you,” she watched Lil’s hands. “That makes a lot of sense,” she copied the movement, making sure to take her time this time around. “Yes, I think I got a little nervous, but not rushing is important - though when you can speak it more, it makes sense to go quickly, right? At least sort of?” Ariadne let herself offer the other another cautious smile. 

“Do you know a lot of languages?” She nodded again, “it does make sense. It’s a different language, even if it uses some of the same words as English.” She hoped that didn’t come off as too uneducated, or rude, or anything like that. Hi, Lil - Ariadne signed back, pausing for a moment before she signed nice to meet you. Speaking, she added, “or continue to meet you, I suppose.”

—

“I mean you don’t have to be an expert in something to be it. I can’t say I’m an expert in knitting - but I would consider myself a knitter,” Lil said, her hands signing the words slightly after again, getting used to doing it. 

“Ah - My brother is Deaf, and well we talk everyday so I guess that’s more it. I can’t say I’d be like an expert translator,” Lil said, shrugging lightly. After all, she decided when she was a kid she wasn’t going to make Jonas read her lips. She always imagined it would be exhausting, and she just wanted to be able to talk to him freely. The fact that it made it easier to communicate with what ghosts were saying to her was honestly just secondary. 

“That’s it,” Lil said with a smile - stopping herself from telling the other not to thank her. It was something her mom had drilled into all of them not to do - and since Lil had a track record of working with supernatural it’s always been something she took seriously.  She wasn’t looking to be bound by a fae after all. “Yeah you’ll get a little faster when you get more comfortable, but like some people talk slower some people sign slower too. It’s more so that your hand signs and face convey the same thing.” 

“I know a few,” Lil said, being slightly vague knowing that some of the ones she knew weren’t exactly normal. She genuinely did love languages but her dad was more concerned about the utility of them. “Exactly. It’s near enough - but not the same.” Lil laughed and signed Nice to meet you too back. “It’s fun talking in ASL to people so it’s no problem at all. Do you have any topics you’d like to know vocab for?”

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“Oh - yes, I think that makes sense. You have a nice way of looking at things.” She followed the other’s hands again, in awe as she spelled out words just as she continued to talk. Ariadne nodded.

“That makes sense. I know French because my mom’s family is French, and sometimes it’s easier to talk to my grandparents that way.” She shrugged in unison with Lil. “Oh - yeah, and I’m not going to ask you to translate - promise.” Ariadne nodded. “I don’t have any siblings - I - well, just a cousin. Can I ask you if you like having a brother? You don’t have to answer, if that’s too much of me to ask, since I’ve only just met you.” And she knew that too many personal questions would cause her to freeze up, so she didn’t want to risk inflicting discomfort on someone else, least of all someone who was so ready and willing to help her out.

“Yes, I remember hearing that - about how important it is to have facial expressions in addition to the actual signs, because the two combined are what really make it work, right?”

“I find that what I know so far is really fun to use, so I can imagine so.” Any topics that she wanted to know? Ariadne thought for a moment. “How do you sign ‘you’re safe’? Is - uh,” she signed out thank you for being my friend, “is that right, for ‘thanks for being my friend?’ I figure that might be nice to know. Um. Honestly, anything you want to teach me? Music, maybe?”

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Lil smiled at that, not usually known for her general outlook being something to be proud of, and said, “I appreciate that.”  At the talk of French Lil’s eyes lit up a little, but she wondered if she should share that she also knew French. She probably didn’t speak it well enough for someone who spoke French to want to talk to her in it. Still she said softly, “I - actually know some French too. Not as well as ASL though.” 

At the question Lil couldn’t help but be a little taking aback and thought for a moment, “No that’s fine. Yeah I love having my siblings. My brother - he’s actually my twin - and I are really close. The other two - well we were really close and I love them a lot, but it can be hard.” Lil thought about it for a moment and wondered where Jude and Jane were now, and if they thought the same about her. They must still love her - even if she made Jane upset when she left. Jude always kept their feelings off of their face, but surely they still thought about Lil as their little sister right? Hopefully when they reunited Lil could confirm that. 

Focusing back on Ariadne, Lil nodded and said, “It’s not exactly like how you think about tone with speaking languages - but it is similar. It’s how you can figure out if someone’s being serious or joking -you know.” 

Lil, tilted her head at the question and signed You are safe - slowly so the other could see the signs. At the question and signing Lil nodded signing You’re welcome - I’m glad to be your friend. “Yes you did it right!  And sure I can do that. Do you mean lyrics to songs or how to sign words like ‘music’?” 

___

“So basically, you’re a language genius, is what you’re telling me?” Ariadne offered her companion a small smile. “I - in case that sounds like I’m making a mean sort of joke, I’m not - that’s just - English class was hard enough in school for me, and again, the French is just because of my mom, so I’m just extremely super impressed by you.”

Ariadne listened carefully to Lil’s response. “My cousin and I are - were super close. We - well, he goes to college here now, but we’re not quite as much like siblings as we used to be.” Her face fell for a moment, though she did her best to quickly shake herself out of it, focusing back on the present moment. Because right now was a time filled with excitement - when she could learn just for learning’s sake, without having to worry about grades or other classmates. She could still remember begging her parents to homeschool her once, briefly, though that possibility have never been especially feasible, given both of their jobs.

“Oh, yes, okay. I think I get it.” She nodded. “It makes sense, since there’s no talking in the way we are right now, but tone of voice is still wicked important.” Ariadne pressed her lips together for a moment, deep in thought and concentration.

You are safe, she did her best to copy Lil’s movements. Thank you. Ariadne offered her a small smile. “Oh, how to sign words like music and stuff like that. If that’s okay?”

___

“I- I mean I don’t think so. It's not really odd in my family. Well I might know a few more than the others now, but a lot of them are polyglots.” Lil said, stuttering through the compliment, shaking her head slightly and laughing. “You’re fine. I think it’s impressive when anyone knows more than one language no matter how they learned it.” 

Lil frowned slightly listening to Ariadne, and specifically what she didn’t seem to be saying. She wanted to say something, about how siblings sometimes go through it. After all - her and Jane’s relationship was more akin to being strained then what it was before. Still, she didn’t want the other to feel like she was prying, poking at something tender. “Even when - I don’t see eye to eye with my big sister, I know she still loves me and I love her. I think you might see the same thing with your cousin. I don’t want to pry - but if you ever want to talk about it and come up with a plan I’d be happy to help.” 

Moving back to learning Lil nodded and said, “Exactly. That’s how you can tell if something’s a joke or if the other person is mad or something.”  Lil thought for a moment and started moving her hands. “This is how you sign ‘music’. And funnily enough Song kinda looks like you're leading an orchestra.” Lil said with a bit of a smile again, singing slightly after she spoke, “What’s your favorite kind of music? Pop? Country? Classical? Rap?” After each choice Lil paused a second so Ariadne could follow.

___ 

“I still think language genius works.” Ariadne nodded, “even if it’s common in your family, it’s not so common for most of the rest of us, so…” you are a genius, and I mean that. Except she didn’t want to put too much pressure on Lil, or make any part of the situation awkward or uncomfortable. “Well, thanks. It makes talking with my grandparents easier, and that’s worth everything to me…”

She looked up at Lil, “oh?” The last thing Ariadne wanted was to bring up something difficult. Even if she had her difficulties with her cousin, causing someone else pain from it left a sour feeling in her stomach. “You’d want to help me?” That was unexpected. Not because Lil seemed anything but entirely wonderful and lovely, but rather because Ariadne didn’t want to ​​foist her problems onto someone else. But if Lil wanted to help… “I might. Is it alright if I keep that in mind, maybe bring it up again at a later point?” She fiddled with her hands. “It’s okay if not, though - there’s no pressure of anything.”

They’d moved back to discussing signing and she kept her gaze on the other woman, carefully listening to every bit of her explanation. “Right, okay - perfect.” Ariadne copied Lil’s hand movements. “That’s pretty cool. Then - uh, conduct? What would that be, if song sort of looks like that?” She paused at the next question. “Classic Rock? Indie? Uhh… I like ABBA and Fleetwood Mac and Patti Smith and people like that. But really, again, anything you want to teach me is wonderful.” ‘It makes me very happy.’ She signed.

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Lil chuckled at the insistence raising her hands slightly as if to give in to the idea. “Fair enough. I won’t fight you on it.” Lil nodded at the idea saying, “Same with me and my brother - he can read lips really well, but I wanted to actually talk to him you know? Where neither of us were struggling to understand the other. I think it’s awesome you learned to talk to them.” After all, no matter how well Jonas adapted to the world- learning how to speak slowly or read lips - there was always an inherent struggle there. Jonas wouldn’t admit it, but she was pretty sure he was uncomfortable.  Lil didn’t want that, at least when it came to him talking to her. 

Lil nodded and said softly, “Yeah if I can - I didn’t mean to jump into any conclusions, but if I can I do want to help. So yeah, bring it up anytime you need to.” Maybe part of it was the guilt Lil felt in the back of her throat. Maybe if she had tried harder with Jude and Jane they would have called her before - but Lil didn’t want to think about herself right now. After all, not every family was like hers and Ariadne deserved help not because of Lil’s guilt, but that she ought to be helped. 

“Yeah like a little conductor,” Lil said smiling. “ Conductor would be bigger like this.” She said showing the sign, making it bigger then it had been previously. Signing slightly after Lil said, “This would be the sign for classic rock and Indie. - That’s some pretty great music. Mostly with music I try to explain what the lyrics sound like if it’s different then the beat. Jonas usually can feel the music itself when I have it on - he’ll put his hand on the speaker, but sometimes the beat is different - at least I think so.” Lil smiled at the sign and replied “I’m glad. I’m happy to teach too.” 

_ 

“I mean, I don’t want to cause a fight, I just think people who do good things should be appreciated for that.” She took a small sip of her drink. “That’s all.” Ariadne nodded as Lil moved back to the discussion about her brother. “I mean, again, I don’t really think it’s, like, noble or whatever. Just something to do for people who I love.” Still, a smile couldn’t be helped. There was something about someone like Lil (someone who seemed so effortlessly cool) being in agreement with something she was doing that continued to make her feel more at ease.

“No, it’s okay - I think I was just a bit surprised at the offer, is all.” Ariadne looked down at the table. “I appreciate it. A lot. You’re very kind, and this is probably overselling all of this but - the offer’s nice, even if I don’t follow through.” Which she knew she might not, but she’d think about that at a later date.

“Oh.” Ariadne smiled back. “I like that -” she copied the signs, “but that makes sense. All of this.” More than a lot of things made sense right now, and so she was grateful to have something like this to hold onto. ‘You’re a better teacher than most people at the college,’ Ariadne signed back, a small, mischievous smile appearing.

–

Lil chuckled at the thought that they were actually fighting. “Fair enough.” Nodding at the thought she couldn’t help but agree. At the end of the day, she really only cared to learn languages because she wanted to talk to people. Jonas had been the most important of the people she wanted to talk to, but the fact remained it was that simple instinct that made her keep on the studies even when they got hard. She might not be the best conversationalist, but there was something in her that did want people to feel heard. 

“That’s no problem at all,” Lil said with a softer smile. “- But really if you ever need anyone to just listen even. I’m not always good at solutions, but sometimes you just gotta let it out.” It didn’t feel exactly like kindness to Lil, but she didn’t want to elaborate on it. After all, there was no actual proof that Lil could resolve anything any better than Ariadne could alone. Even so, she would try her best. 

“Great. I’m glad it’s making sense,” Lil said, feeling pretty happy that it was going well. At the signed compliment Lil chuckled and signed back ‘I will be sure to keep that in mind if I ever enroll that I will have to teach them first.’ 

–

“I mean, even having you offer to listen means pretty much the world to me, so.” It did - there was not a single piece of exaggeration in her words. “Just - knowing someone else cared.” Ariadne sighed contentedly for a moment, “and if you ever want to talk to me. I can - also listen. If you want. I like to think I’m decent at it.” Plenty of people had talked to her for a long while when she was little, in her dad’s store.

“It is.” Her smile turned just slightly mischievous. ‘You really would.’ “But in all seriousness, yeah, you’re miles better of a teacher than most I’ve had. Except maybe my mom, but I never had her as a teacher, so…” Ariadne let her voice trail off. ‘Again sometime?’ she attempted to sign. ‘Us. This. Teach and learn?’

–

Lil smiled at the thought. She wasn’t sure what to make of the feeling, but it was nice that someone wanted her to listen and even offered to listen to her. Lil wasn’t exactly known for her friends, so even the offer touched her. “That sounds nice. I appreciate that.” 

Lil laughed and replied, “ I’m glad. That seems like a great short list to be compared with.” At the sign languages Lil nodded and responded “Yes. I would love to teach you more.” After all, Ariadne seemed like she would be a wonderful friend, and while it probably shouldn’t be the focus of her time right now, it was just nice to have a potential friend. 

[bocadosdefilosofia]

«Acabo de hacer un gesto desmañado o vulgar: ese gesto se me adhiere, yo no lo juzgo ni lo censuro, simplemente lo vivo, lo realizo en el modo del para-sí. Pero he aquí que de pronto levanto la cabeza: alguien estaba allí y me ha visto. Realizo pronto toda la vulgaridad de mi gesto, y tengo vergüenza. Por cierto, mi vergüenza no es reflexiva, pues la presencia del otro a mi conciencia, así sea a la manera de un catalizador, es incompatible con la actitud reflexiva: en el campo de mi reflexión no puedo encontrar jamás sino la conciencia que es mía. Y el otro es el mediador indispensable entre mí y mí mismo: tengo vergüenza de mí tal como me aparezco al otro. Y, por la aparición misma de otro, estoy en condiciones de formular un juicio sobre mí mismo como sobre un objeto, pues al otro me aparezco como objeto».

Jean-Paul Sartre: El ser y la nada en Obras Completas, tomo III. Editorial Aguilar, pág. 340. Madrid, 1982

TGO

@bocadosdefilosofia

@dies-irae-1

[cartasparaviolet]

Posso estar errada, mas também posso estar certa. Em minha realidade, é o meu ser mais elevado quem impera. Sou fera ferida que nas margens desse lago fez morada constante. Observava a sociedade com desconfiança, sempre distante. Sou margem para imagem mal compreendida em vertigens da criação de minhas origens. Desnudo-me diante do fogo para purificar de todas as densidades acumuladas desse fatídico jogo. Sou calmaria em mar tempestuoso. Sou lição não aprendida e repetida incansavelmente. Ao menos, me tornei consciente. Deitada em lápide de concreto, fugi do obtuso, disforme, um vulto discreto. Sonhei em acordar em templos antigos, onde eu encontraria as respostas que busco e te digo: despertei em minha própria cama, ao desespero de uma alma que clama por redenção. Sonhei em conquistar o meu espaço neste mundo ilusório, entrei em batalhas perdidas, preenchi meu puro coração de ódio. Quantas guerras ainda há para lutar? Desisto. O destino é mais do que isso, acredito. Sou fixo e mutável. A lua em Sagit��rio atinge o alvo das ilusões e expande para profundas conexões. Vejo naquela constelação um atributo diferente, a donzela está sempre contente. Segura sua balança em honra e equilíbrio, aquela cena trouxe-me um certo martírio. Como encontrar o caminho do meio quando preciso encontrar a mim primeiro? Como transcender o espaço-tempo se as minhas próprias fronteiras encontram-se desconhecidas? Há terras para além da pele que desejo conhecer e necessito. A alma pede, sugere, demanda, manifesta. Eu sigo suas ordens, como eu disse, ela quem impera. Sou apenas seguidora daquilo que desconheço para encontrar o que eu sequer sei que busco. Que confuso, eu entendo. Escrevo a exposição de um turbilhão de devaneios. Não me sinto em casa longe da natureza, das estrelas ou de minha gatinha Luna. Sei que na imensidão do cosmo sou apenas uma pequena aluna. Curvo-me ao meu lugar de aprendiz da existência, apenas peço paciência para transitar sem tanta resistência pelos labirintos de mim. Que o fio de Ariadne me permita ir à vontade, mas traga-me em segurança no fim. No fim, o que haverá? O encontro da gota com o Mar.

@cartasparaviolet

[singingxsun]

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓲á𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓾𝓼

falar sobre mim? tá, acho que não tem problema, eu gosto do som da minha própria voz... hum? ah, isso é um rolê de família, pode perguntar pros meus irmãos, voc�� vai ver que é padrão. enfim, pode mandar aí teu questionário, mas se tiver qualquer pergunta engraçadinha eu me reservo o direito de não responder.

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝟏: 𝓫á𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓸 𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓪𝓵

Nome: violet walker.

Idade: 23 anos.

Gênero: mulher cis.

Pronomes: ela/dela.

Altura: 1,68 cm.

Parente divino e número do chalé: apolo e chalé 7.

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝟐: 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓸𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓼

Idade que chegou ao Acampamento: eu tinha acabado de fazer 12 anos quando cheguei aqui.

Quem te trouxe até aqui? um sátiro — acho que o nome dele era phill — com mais um grupo de 5 semideuses. não, não foi fácil chegar até a colina meio-sangue, especialmente com todo mundo vivo.

Seu parente divino te reclamou de imediato ou você ficou um pouco no chalé de Hermes sem saber a quem pertencia? assim que eu atravessei os portões o símbolo de apolo brilhou sobre a minha cabeça. talvez o sátiro já tivesse um palpite, já que eu passei o caminho quase inteiro até o acampamento curando meus colegas quando éramos atacados por monstros... de qualquer forma, ele não disse nada e também não demorou nada para eu ser reclamada. talvez eu tenha chamado a atenção do meu pai, não sei.

Após descobrir sobre o Acampamento, ainda voltou para o mundo dos mortais ou ficou apenas entre os semideuses? Se você ficou no Acampamento, sente falta de sua vida anterior? E se a resposta for que saiu algumas vezes, como você agia entre os mortais? eu retornei apenas para concluir meus estudos ou para cumprir missões, do contrário teria ficado no acampamento direto. não tenho família fora daqui e não sinto falta nenhuma da vida que eu tinha. não tem muito segredo para agir entre os mortais, é só não falar nada esquisito ou usar meus poderes em público que fica tudo bem.

Se você pudesse possuir um item mágico do mundo mitológico, qual escolheria e por quê? acho que eu gostaria de ter o fio de ariadne... assim não me perderia.

Existe alguma profecia ou visão do futuro que o assombra ou guia suas escolhas? eu tenho previsões de vez em quando, elas vêm nos meus sonhos, acho até que já experienciei algum tipo de projeção astral enquanto dormia... de qualquer forma, elas não me assombram, sou muito segura quanto aos meus objetivos e o caminho que eu quero seguir, gosto de pensar que, no fim de tudo, eu sempre terei uma escolha, e o que acontecer no futuro será apenas as consequências das minhas próprias ações.

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝟑: 𝓹𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼, 𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓼

Fale um pouco sobre seus poderes: é bem simples, eu canto e as pessoas se curam, consigo até neutralizar venenos e curar feridas fatais, mas isso é tudo, se alguém já tiver morrido... eu posso curar suas feridas físicas, mas é impossível trazê-la de volta, a alma já se foi. e se eu usar demais, eu fico sem voz.

Quais suas habilidades e como elas te ajudam no dia a dia: uso meu canto de cura no dia a dia para ajudar os semideuses que se machucam e vão para enfermaria, de forma moderada, afinal, não quero ficar sem voz e nós temos outros recursos para ser usados pelos curandeiros, como néctar. em emergências é outra história, mas espero que não tenhamos uma dessas tão cedo... além do canto de cura, tenho fator de cura acima do normal, acho que por influência do meu próprio poder. eu não engajo tanto em batalha, mas certamente ajuda se curar mais rápido, afinal, se o curandeiro morrer, todo mundo morre. minha outra habilidade é previsão... acredito que seja o que me ajuda a ser mais cautelosa e focada no dia a dia.

Você lembra qual foi o primeiro momento em que usou seus poderes? ...... foi no meu aniversário de 9 anos. a comemoração foi feita na escola, minha mãe não tinha dinheiro para uma festinha, então as tias da escola juntaram um dinheiro para um bolo e reuniram as crianças depois da aula no parquinho. um dos meus colegas se machucou enquanto brincava, o joelho dele abriu e sangrava muito. ainda me lembro do quanto ele chorou, e então eu cantei pra ele... era o que eu fazia quando queria me sentir melhor, então achei que fosse ajudá-lo. e ajudou até demais. quando eu terminei de cantar, o menino tinha parado de chorar e as tias, meus colegas e minha mãe me encaravam com um misto de surpresa e confusão. de qualquer forma, o joelho dele estava novo em folha.

Qual a parte negativa de seu poder: primeiro, é preciso mais energia a depender do tamanho e da gravidade dos ferimentos e eu fico sem voz quando uso muito energia. consigo usar em um grupo de pessoas, mas a efetividade da cura individual diminui quanto maior for o grupo. isso sem falar nos abusados que querem usar minha voz para qualquer coisa, até para um arranhão pequeno. também não consigo curar doenças genéticas ou condições como o alzheimer, só aliviar alguns sintomas.

E qual a parte positiva: posso ajudar os semideuses a voltarem para o combate de forma rápida e efetiva, além de conseguir evitar tragédias — como alguém morrendo — é um processo de cura completamente indolor. e acho que ouvir uma boa música também ajuda a parte emocional, enfim, de toda forma é um poder muito útil, especialmente para uma curandeira, como eu.

Você tem uma arma preferida? Se sim, qual? eu gosto de arcos e flechas. por motivos óbvios, acredito, considerando minha descendência divina.

Acredito que tenha uma arma pessoal, como a conseguiu? o meu arco é bem normalzão, eu não sou uma guerreira. peguei ele no arsenal, onde ficam a maior parte das armas comuns e sem nome do acampamento.

Qual arma você não consegue dominar de jeito algum e qual sua maior dificuldade no manuseio desta? lanças, acho que pelo tamanho da arma em si, tenho problemas com o balanço delas no combate corpo-a-corpo, mas consigo usar como arma de arremesso.

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝟒: 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼õ𝓮𝓼

Qual foi a primeira que saiu? alguns meses depois que eu entrei no acampamento saí em missão para ajudar um sátiro a trazer um semideus ao acampamento. acaba que meu poder de cura é, de fato, muito útil. na maior parte das missões em que saí, eu desempenhei o papel de suporte.

Qual a missão mais difícil? acho que nada vai conseguir topar minha jornada de chegada ao acampamento meio-sangue, mas teve essa missão de resgate a um outro grupo de semideuses que já estava em missão. eles tinham sido cercado por monstros, dois manticores e uma harpia, para ser precisa. os semideuses conseguiram barricar um local, mas estavam encurralados. tudo o que eles puderam fazer foi esperar até a nossa ajuda chegar. a batalha foi difícil e, no fim dela, havia muitos feridos, tanto na minha equipe quanto no grupo que viemos resgatar. deu tudo certo, no fim, mas passei três dias sem voz.

Qual a missão mais fácil? foi uma entrega, hermes precisava de ajuda com esse pacote por algum motivo. não me pergunte o que era, antes da missão ele nos deu várias instruções e uma delas foi para não abrir o pacote em hipótese alguma e eu e minha equipe o obedecemos. não encontramos muito problema, honestamente, acho que o único monstro que tentou nos interceptar foi uma dracaenae, mas quando ela se aproximou da gente ela simplesmente recuou e fugiu com o rabo entre as pernas. não sei bem o que houve, ela deve ter ficado intimidada com algo. com o quê eu já não sei te dizer, comigo é que não foi. enfim, depois disso, completamos a entrega com sucesso.

Em alguma você sentiu que não conseguiria escapar, mas por sorte o fez? não, eu consigo me manter segura em missões, especialmente porque nunca fui em uma sozinha. é possível evitar confronto direto com monstros graças ao meu arco, e é do interesse da equipe que eu permaneça de pé para ajudar eles a escaparem.

Já teve que enfrentar a ira de algum deus? Se sim, teve consequências? não, eu sou uma pessoa muito sincera, mas não tenho nenhum rancor particular com relação aos deuses. consigo ver a distância que existe entre eles e os semideuses, e eu simplesmente os respeito. às vezes eu gostaria de sentir que o respeito é mútuo, mas sei que é difícil pra eles, então eu relevo.

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝟔: 𝓭𝓮𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓼

Qual divindade você acha mais legal, mais interessante? acho que meu pai, mesmo. ele é o sol por um motivo, sabe.

Qual você desgosta mais? acho que ares, sinto que ele se acha muita coisa só porque está saindo com afrodite e ele é muito... temperamental. suponho que esse apenas seja o rolê dele, né, deve ser por isso que os filhos dele ficam putinhos por tudo.

Se pudesse ser filhe de outro deus, qual seria? se eu não fosse filha de apolo eu simplesmente gostaria de não ser uma semideusa. mas, tudo bem, eu mordo a isca. se tivesse que escolher outro deus como parente divino acho que escolheria dionísio, ele é um pai legal e até presente levando em conta os outros deuses.

Já teve contato com algum deus? Se sim, qual? Como foi? Se não, quem você desejaria conhecer? já fiz uma missão em que tivemos um breve contato com hermes, logo no início, porque era ele quem ia nos das instruções. achei ele um cara bem tranquilo, mas muito atarefado, suponho que até o mensageiro dos deuses precise de uma folga de vez em quando. e, particularmente, eu gostaria de conhecer meu pai, já que, apesar de ter me reclamado muito rápido, eu nunca o vi pessoalmente. eu só gostaria de vê-lo pelo menos uma vez. em termos de família de sangue, além dos meus meios-irmãos, eu só tenho ele, mas eu sei que não sou a única semideusa nessa situação. eu não sou especial.

Faz oferendas para algum deus? Tirando seu parente divino. Se sim, para qual? E por qual motivo? às vezes faço oferendas para ártemis, tenho um grande respeito por ela e sei que nem sempre meu pai foi o melhor dos irmãos. já considerei entrar para as caçadoras, mas não acho que esse seja meu chamado. de qualquer forma, espero que a deusa saiba a admiração que tenho por ela.

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝟕: 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓼

Qual monstro você acha mais difícil matar e por qual motivo? cães infernais. são cachorros. cachorros grandões. eu nunca mataria um cachorro.

Qual o pior monstro que teve que enfrentar em sua vida? harpias. elas são irritantes demais, são rápidas e ficam voando direto. além de sempre tentarem te agarrar 'pra levar voando. se são irritantes para mim, que uso arco e flecha, imagina pro pessoal das armas corpo-a-corpo.

Dos monstros que você ainda não enfrentou, qual você acha que seria o mais difícil e que teria mais receio de lidar? uma hidra. eu sinto arrepios só de pensar na quantidade de cabeças... ugh e elas ainda crescem de volta quando são decepadas. podre.

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝟖: 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓼

Caçar monstros em trio ( X ) OU Caçar monstros sozinho ( )

Capture a bandeira ( ) OU Corrida com Pégasos ( X )

Ser respeitado pelos deuses ( X ) OU Viver em paz, mas no anonimato ( )

Hidra ( ) OU Dracaenae ( X )

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝟗: 𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓷ç𝓪 𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓯í𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓼

Estaria disposto a liderar uma missão suicida com duas outras pessoas, sabendo que nenhum dos três retornaria com vida mas que essa missão salvaria todos os outros semideuses do acampamento? sim. eu me movo de acordo com a necessidade, então se fosse requisitado que eu liderasse uma missão, eu o faria, acho até que me sairia bem, porque atuo bem sob pressão. eu faria qualquer coisa para ajudar alguém necessitado e ainda mais se for para salvar o acampamento inteiro.

Que sacrifícios faria pelo bem maior? existem destinos que são piores que a morte. acho que a pior coisa que poderia acontecer comigo seria perder meu dom de cura. todo ele, incluindo minha aptidão com medicina. mas se fosse para salvar alguém, ou pelo bem maior, eu abriria mão dele.

Como gostaria de ser lembrado? não sou uma pessoa ambiciosa, só ser lembrada por aqueles que eu amo, exatamente como eu era em vida, é o suficiente para mim.

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝟏𝟎: 𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸

Local favorito do acampamento: anfiteatro.

Local menos favorito: arena de treinamento.

Lugar perfeito para encontros dentro do acampamento: campo de tiro ao alvo.

Atividade favorita para se fazer: cuidar dos pégasos ou dos campos de morangos.

@silencehq

[neozhelps]

ㅤㅤㅤ✧ﾠ—ﾠ⋆ﾠLISTA DE NOMES VARIADOS PARA PERSONAGENS.

quem não gosta de nomes diferentes pros personagens, não? eu adoro sair do padrão, inovar, usar uns menos conhecidos etc. então hoje resolvi trazer alguns dos meus nomes favoritos, sejam coreanos, chineses, japoneses, ingleses... go crazy!

— NOMES COREANOS:

kyungyul (f & m)

minkyung (f)

solhee (f)

bitna (f)

rina (f)

eunbyul (f)

hwanbyul (f & m)

sori (f)

eunkyung (f)

seoyeon (f)

aeri (f)

hwaseong (m)

sangyu (m)

sangho (m)

chunso (m)

yeongjin (m)

jongyul (m)

gaeul (f & m)

hayun (f)

seongyeon (f & m)

yeongja (f)

yeongi (m)

— NOMES JAPONESES:

tatsuya (m)

kyoji (m)

shion (f & m)

natsumi (f)

misa (f)

risa (f)

noriko (f)

michiyo (f & m)

maki (f & m)

haru (f & m)

hideki (m)

shinya (m)

mitsuru (f & m)

juri (f)

megumi (f)

tsuya (f)

ryoma (m)

nagisa (f & m)

rin (f & m)

— NOMES CHINESES:

daiyu (f)

lian (f & m)

guanyu (m)

guiying (f & m)

yazhu (f & m)

hanying (f & m)

zhenya (f)

meiju (f)

xinyi (f)

yawen (f)

jianhong (m)

— NOMES 'OCIDENTAIS':

asher (m)

jasper (m)

talia (f)

ariadne (f)

zoey (f)

morgan (f & m)

blair (f)

joey (f & m)

heather (f)

emerald (f)

wanda (f)

hyacinth (f)

niamh (f)

love (f & m)

rocky (f & m)

xavier (m)

romeo (m)

pablo (m)

ramon (m)

daphne (f)

[younggodshq]

PLOT DROP I: A Grande Reunião.

O número de semideuses de volta ao Acampamento Meio-Sangue seria impressionante se não fosse óbvio. Logo na chegada, os filhos de Hermes precisaram abrir a lojinha outra vez, pois tudo vendia como água: lençóis novos, camisetas, itens de higiene pessoal... As harpias, por sua vez, não estavam nada felizes em ter que limpar todos os chalés, um por um, de uma só vez, mordendo algumas canelas de vez em quando.

A ordem precisava ser restaurada e instalada, e Quíron, o novo diretor, propôs uma reunião no Anfiteatro. Todos se reuníram junto aos sátiros e ninfas, e inicialmente, tudo parecia bem. Amigos antigos foram se cumprimentar e comentar sobre como haviam crescido e mudado, além de falar de suas vidas mortais. Quando o grande centauro apareceu no meio do Anfiteatro, a reunião começou. A maioria parecia recém-chegada novamente, com os olhos brilhando, ansiosos pelo que viria a seguir. As palavras de Quíron foram claras: "Os deuses não respondem há semanas. É hora de voltarmos ao bom e velho método do Acampamento Meio-Sangue, treinando e voltando a agir como heróis. Não sabemos o que está por vir uma vez que nosso Oráculo se foi há muito tempo, e precisamos agir rápido. O Acampamento e todos os semideuses correm grande perigo." Um silêncio desconfortável se instaurou. Muitos ali tinham cicatrizes recentes, e a enfermaria estava de fato lotada com semideuses mais jovens ou mais acometidos. Todos sabiam que algo estava mais que errado: as tecnologias dos Programadores de Hefesto não podiam ser mais usadas, viver livremente era um perigo. Antes que Quíron pudesse instruir sobre a nova grade de treinamentos e escolher novos monitores, um filho de Ares começou a briga e apontou para os Programadores de colocá-los em risco. Em contrapartida, os Programadores se defenderam acusando os Piratas de não terem feito nada, que acusaram os Castigados e todos os filhos dos deuses escuros de não avisarem sobre os monstros que não morrem mais. Parecia a Grécia Antiga outra vez, pelo menos aos olhos de Quíron. Todos gritando como animais, se acusando e culpando, apontando dedos o tempo todo e até levantando espadas para o alto. Queriam achar um culpado, mas ninguém parecia ter mais culpa que outra pessoa. Os sátiros tentavam separar as brigas, mas recebiam outros empurrões e também foram dar coices para proteger os semideuses que cuidaram desde sempre. O centauro antigo teve um vislumbre de choque antes de gritar tão alto, tão alto, que as árvores dançaram junto. Os semideuses pararam no lugar, estáticos, como se tivessem recebido uma maldição, encarando Quíron que apenas disse: "Não é uma luta por culpados! É uma luta para sobrevivermos! É melhor limparem seus chalés, recolherem todas as armas que tiverem e criarem mapas de rastreio de outros perdidos, semideuses. Percy Jackson, que os deuses tenham meu pobre garoto, foi apenas um aviso." A dor no olhar era perceptível e todos sentiram o peso das palavras. Aquele era mesmo só um aviso.

ACUSADOS ENTRE AS BRIGAS:

FILHOS DE DEUSES ESCUROS (Hades, Fobos, Deimos, Hécate, Tânatos, Nix e Perséfone + Castigados de Caronte): foram constantemente reafirmados de acusações, de não terem dito nada sobre os monstros, quando eles mesmos estavam correndo contra o tempo para se salvar. A maioria foi vista como cúmplice dos monstros que não podem morrer, sendo questionados do porquê não conseguiram levá-los eternamente outra vez.

FILHOS DE DEUSES DA JUSTIÇA E CAMINHOS (Atena, Ariadne, Hermes, Nice e Hefesto + Programadores de Hefesto): acusados de falta de tato para melhorar as tecnologias, mas também de atrair monstros com as falhas das mesmas. Outros, acusados de não terem pensado em nada para melhorias da nova realidade que os semideuses estão vivendo, sem pensar no coletivo.

FILHOS DE DEUSES DA NATUREZA (Zeus, Ártemis, Apolo, Pã, Deméter, Circe, Poseidon + Caçadoras de Ártemis): acusados de não proverem um refúgio para os semideuses que eram acusados, até mesmo da falta de proteção de sátiros que sofreram com ataques e muitos foram perdidos. Foi questionado porque as florestas não eram seguras mais, mesmo com a morte de Pã, que deixou para trás seus guardiões.

FILHOS DE DEUSES DO CAOS E EMOÇÕES (Ares, Afrodite, Harmonia, Hipnos, Morfeu, Dionísio + Piratas Piso Solar): acusados de não terem guiado Percy Jackson, sentido seu pavor e não terem protegido Annabeth Chase. A maioria foi interrogada do porque não terem estado por perto nos mares, próximo onde Percy Jackson vivia, para manter a guarda, e acusados de se manterem instáveis, não ajudando o coletivo.

INFORMAÇÕES OOC.

Pessoal, esse é o nosso plot drop de abertura e esperamos que tenha sido bom de esperar. Não quisemos começar com algo tranquilo rsrs então, trouxemos o oposto. Nesse drop, os hormônios estão à flor da pele, todos acusando todos e há muita discórdia. Cabe aos personagens decidirem se vão resolver entre si ou não. Além disso, existem muitas informações importantes, que foram perguntadas por vocês, escondidas no drop. Fiquem de olho porque em breve precisaremos de semideuses para algumas atividades, e tudo será bem organizado. Para interação, usem a tag #youngstarters e usem do blog de reblogs. É obrigatório responder outros antes de postar o seu, caos já tenha algum. O plot drop se encerra no dia 16/09.

[kyrianne]

Pokémon you could name a child after without most people knowing (they might still think you’re weird tho)

Kakuna (might sound like Cocoon when spoken, but has big Russian Princess vibes)

Paras (I actually met someone named this, spelling and all. She said “oh em gee” out loud exactly like that with zero irony)

Onix (mineral names are In)

Rhydon (like Ryan and Caydon had a name-baby)

Ariados (almost Ariadne, maybe more masculine)

Marill (like Meryl but you don’t like Y)

Aron (already an alternate spelling for Aaron)

Lairon (Aaron but add an L)

Armaldo (the reason I’m making this list)

Banette (if you want your kid to grow up to be a bully from Madeline)

Regice (this kid is the heir to a throne with matching ego)

Roselia (spin on Rosalie)

Finneon (it’s giving Victorian orphan boy)

Phione (Phoebe and Hermione smashed together in a particle collider)

Braixen (the white pinterest mom energy with this one)

Vivillon (long form for Vivi if you hate Vivian)

Floette (for if you’re French and like the nickname Flo but hate the name Florence)

Amaura (Maura is a name, why not add an A)

Aurorus (if you wanted to name your kid Aurora but had a boy)

Brionne (already a name, usually spelled Briony)

[vanoincidence]

Uh Oh! Spaghettios! (Pt. 2) || Van, Ariadne & Cass

TIMING: two days after this (sept 22). LOCATION: van's house in worm row. PARTIES: @magmahearts@ariadnewhitlock & @vanoincidence SUMMARY: cass and ariadne break into van's house. CONTENT WARNINGS: themes of depression.

Breaking and entering was kind of a breeze, at this point. It would have been even easier for Aria, of course — Cass was well aware that her friend could definitely just, like, use her Nightcrawler astral projection thingy to just pop into the house or whatever, but she thought that might freak Van out more. And Van had already been so freaked out when she’d left, so…

Sliding open the window seemed like the most logical choice. Cass pressed her palms against the glass, lifting it up carefully. The fact that she was humming the Mission Impossible theme did little for stealth, but they weren’t really trying to be stealthy. They were just here to check on their friend. With a glance back to Ariadne, Cass pushed the window the rest of the way open and dropped into the kitchen, straightening the moment her shoes hit the tile.

“Van? Are you around? Me and Aria are here. We’re worried about you.”

—-

Technically she could've just astral projected into Van's house, but Van was a friend, and Van was overwhelmed, and Ariande absolutely wasn't going to contribute to all of that. So Cass's idea worked out much better, in the long run.

Cass's humming helped Ariadne focus, helped her mind not wander nearly as much as it seemed to keep threatening to, which was one heck of a relief. Because it wasn't her place to get caught up in her own anxieties right now. (Besides, relatively speaking, she was fine. Not Fine, but fine.) She wanted to make sure that Van was alright too.

“I have some Starbursts, if you want them?” she added on to Cass's words. “Or jelly beans, 'cause those are easy to carry around. But please come out, I - we didn't want you to feel like you had to run away!”

—-

After the incident in the common, Van had stowed herself away inside of her house. The things she had melted around her living as constant reminders for the damage she was capable of causing. Nora hadn’t cared when she’d done it outside of the mines, but what would Cass and Ariadne think? Others had seen it, too, but she cared little about their opinions of her. Ariadne was an old friend, if she could be considered that since the years had gone by them in a flash, and Cass was.. a new friend, but one that Van didn’t want to disappoint. Van didn’t want to disappoint or hurt either of them. 

Her plan to stay isolated and figure out her shit was thwarted by the sound of Ariadne and Cass in her living room. She froze in her room, hands suspended above her head as she tried to shimmy a hoodie over her torso. 

Ariadne was offering her candy and Cass was explaining that they were worried. They should have been worried for themselves, not her! Van swallowed thickly and pulled her hoodie on the rest of the way before peeking out through the door of her room. She pushed it open slowly, a sheepish expression peeling across her features, accentuating the natural bruises from lack of sleep showing beneath her eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t– I didn’t mean to worry you.” 

She wasn’t sure what else to say, so she looked down at her feet. “I just had to get out before something worse happened.” Worse than the melting would be a giant portal opening up and swallowing them all whole. Van bit her bottom lip. “I didn’t mean for it to happen, I just–” She looked up to meet Ariadne’s gaze first, and then Cass’s. “It happens sometimes, and I just… I didn’t know what to do.” 

—

Van looked… not great. It felt mean to think, because you shouldn’t criticize your friends’ appearances or whatever, but it was undeniable all the same. Her eyes looked tired, her hair was messy, and she was wearing a hoodie. Every movie and show Cass had ever seen had always made it pretty clear that hoodies were, like, the universal sign of someone not doing great. Coupled with the fact that Van had run away from them in the Common, just after the melting incident? And Cass was pretty certain that her friend was struggling.

But that was okay. Not okay okay, but okay. That was what she and Aria were here for, why they’d brought different kinds of candy and climbed in through the window. No one was at their best a hundred percent of the time; that was what friends were for. To make you feel better when you weren’t feeling great. Cass’s experiences in binge watching had taught her that, too.

“It’s okay,” she said quietly, taking a careful step towards Van. She wanted to wrap her friend into a hug, but she wasn’t sure if the motion would be a welcome one or not. The last thing she wanted was to make Van feel suffocated or to make things worse somehow. That was literally the opposite of why she’d come here. “Things happen sometimes. It’s all right. I’ve had, um… things happen, too.” Like Van, Cass had powers that were often destructive. She was a little better at controlling them, but only through practice. And she got the feeling Van hadn’t really gotten a lot of that. “You don’t have to apologize or anything, okay? We just want to make sure you’re all right. And hang out with you and stuff, if you’re okay with it. We definitely still want to hang out with you.”

—

“You don’t have to say sorry, we just wanted to make sure that you were okay.” Ariadne also knew that, on a selfish level, she’d wanted to make sure that she hadn’t done something that was going to permanently mess Van up, or something.

She took a few steps toward Van, offering her friend a small, caring smile. One of sympathy, but one that she hoped didn’t seem patronizing, or whatever. Because that wasn’t what Van needed right now. Van needed support, and Ariadne was keen to give it however she could; however Van wanted it most. That was what real friends did, and even if they hadn’t talked for ages, really, they were still friends, weren’t they?

“I do wanna hang out with you, yes! I’m sorry you freaked out and did stuff you don’t get, but I know I still want to hang out, no matter what.” Whatever was going on with Van wasn’t bad or evil – it wasn’t something that sought to hurt people (unlike Ariadne’s new nature, she supposed, though she didn’t focus on that too long, instead going back to her friend). “If you don’t want Starbursts or jelly beans, I have other stuff too, but we can also just chill and lie on the floor. I like doing that sometimes.”

—

They were telling her not to say sorry and Van had to bite her tongue to keep from telling them they didn’t understand what they were asking for. Van deserved to beg for forgiveness. Maybe not for what happened in the Common, but for what happened with Diana. They didn’t know the full extent of what she was capable of. Hell, even she didn’t know the full extent of what she was capable of and that scared the hell out of her. 

Van looked between Ariadne and Cass, confusion splitting over her features. She wasn’t sure why either of them would want to continue hanging out with her after what happened, especially if it meant they could get hurt. Was the melting really not that bad? She couldn’t be sure. 

Their kindness coupled with Nora’s was different. She had remembered the way her grandma had torn out of Wicked’s Rest, only a note left behind apologizing for not being able to handle things. Van hadn’t been aware then that her grandmother knew what was happening, but now? It all made sense. “You guys brought candy…” She wasn’t sure she deserved it, and as much as she wanted to throw herself a pity party, the hopeful expressions on their faces made her falter. 

She didn’t want to ask them to leave, mostly because aside from Nora, she’d never really had anyone show up for her before, not after something like the Great Melting(™). 

“Okay, we can… jellybeans are good.” Van didn’t dare ask if they were starburst flavored. “I’m sorry that I scared you guys, I didn’t… mean to, obviously.” Whether she was talking about the actual melting situation or the way she had run away from it, she didn’t bother to clarify. Maybe she meant both. “I’m still trying to figure out…” Magic, Van almost said aloud. It died at the back of her throat. She looked around them before motioning towards the couch. “Come on and sit um.. do you want water? I have red bull, too.” 

—

It was clear that Van was still uncertain, and Cass wanted nothing more than to take it from her, to shoulder the weight of her uncertainty and turn it into something lighter. It’s okay, she wanted to scream from the rooftops, it’s okay. You can do anything you want. I’m not going to leave. It was what she’d always wished someone would say to her, what she’d always wanted to hear. But Van wasn’t Cass, and she knew that. The things Van needed might not be the same ones Cass did. To assume otherwise would be to have a very narrow view of the world, a very selfish one. Cass didn’t want that.

“It’s okay,” she said again, “it really is. Everybody… has moments, sometimes. I’m glad we were there to help you. I’d want you there to help me, too.” Because things would have been worse if Ariadne hadn’t put Van to sleep, wouldn’t they? Cass didn’t know if human magic users had hunters after them — she hadn’t even known fae did until very recently — but she knew that people seeing you doing impossible things was always a risk. Plus, she had no idea if Van’s magic would hurt her or not, and she didn’t want to find out by learning that Van had been hurt. It was better to have people than it was to be alone. Cass had always known that.

Quickly, she dug into the bag she and Aria had brought, holding out a few jellybean options for Van to choose from. “Maybe we can help you figure it out,” she offered. “I don’t know a lot about that kind of magic, but… I know about some things. Maybe we can figure some of it out together.” She followed Van over to the couch, settling down onto it. “Sure, water sounds good.”

—

“Jellybeans are good.” That much Ariadne knew. Sweets were good, and sweets could make people happy, and making people happy was the best thing in the world. She nodded again, “I’m really glad we were all there, and that you didn’t get hurt when you – uh, when the – when you fell asleep.” She wanted to tell Van that she’d been the one to do it, but now wasn’t the time, now was just a time where it would all be Too Much if she did bring it up, and so if Van asked, she would, but right now she was here to reassure and to show Van how good she was.

“Yeah – I also don’t like, know much about magic.” Or even that it was a thing, until recently, “but I can help you figure stuff out. Or at least be here to support you when you figure stuff out.” Because support, Ariadne could offer – that much she knew (at least in part). “We’re here for you, no matter how long it takes to figure stuff out.” She grabbed a few jellybeans of her own (tutti frutti flavored) and popped them into her mouth.

She nodded at Cass’s words. “Water’s perfect for me, too. I don’t think I’ve ever had Red Bull though, is it one of your favorite drinks?” Asking Van her favorite anything felt strange, when they’d used to know so much about one another. Ariadne took a few more jellybeans, slowly chewing on them. At least now she’d have the chance to get to know Van more again. “What can we do?”

—

Everybody has moments. 

Van could have told Cass in that moment what really happened and why she had freaked out so badly. That it wasn’t just the melting, but the person she thought she saw; the one she knew to be dead, lost to the black hole that had opened in the motel parking lot only a year ago. Even if she wanted to tell her, even despite what happened with Debbie, she wasn’t sure if she could. She didn’t want to be seen as more of a killer, especially not to somebody who meant so much to her, and somebody who could. She looked over at Ariadne, the blonde’s expression of hopefulness making her chest ache. 

She was still a little confused by what had happened in the park. She hadn’t ever fallen asleep during one of her panic attacks before, not like that. Sobbing hysterically only for it to get quieter and quieter as time went on, sure, but never just falling asleep. It was probably something else wrong with her now– maybe she was morphing into something else. Van nodded, keeping her eyes on her socks. She wiggled her toes against the carpet, focusing on the feeling of the movement instead of the heavy beat of her heart. “Um… magic, yeah, I–” She inhaled sharply and shook her head, “I don’t… want to talk about it right now, if that’s okay?” Van looked up to meet Cass’s eyes, “maybe another time?” 

Van took a small step closer to Ariadne, peering into the bag. She carefully picked out a few of the bright blue jelly beans before nodding at their requests. “Water, yeah. I can get that.” She could do that, at the very least. Ariadne’s question could have made her laugh if she were in the sort of state for it. “One of them, yeah… the peach nectarine are the best.” Usually she would have kept them for herself, but if it just so happened that either of the girls sitting on her sofa wanted one, she would have handed it over with little to no regret. She grabbed two red solo cups and filled them with lukewarm water from the brita filter before returning to the living room. She set them down onto the coffee table and plopped down onto the ground, tucking her knees to her chest. 

“I don’t know.” Ariadne’s question felt weighted, like if she didn’t answer quickly, the floor would fall out from beneath her and big red blinking letters spelling out WRONG ANSWER would flash above her head. “I’m not sure if there’s… anything right now. I just… I’m trying to figure it out.” She cleared her throat and wiped away a stray tear that managed to bypass the effort she made to keep her composure. “It’s just– it’s nice that you guys are um… here right now, and I’m– thank you.” 

—

She understood, too, Van’s desire to shelf the conversation. Wasn’t that what Cass always did, too? She’d rather ignore the things that were wrong in her life, rather pretend they weren’t real. If you didn’t look at something, if you closed your eyes, you could pretend it didn’t matter. Couldn’t you? You could pretend that everything was normal, that it was how it was supposed to be. Fae had trouble lying, but Cass was very good at pretending. 

“That’s okay,” she nodded. Maybe there was more relief there than there should have been. If they didn’t talk about it now, Van wouldn’t ask about the things Cass knew, and Cass wouldn’t have to reveal that she was something other than human. Ariadne knew, of course, and Alex and Wynne, and Ren had been able to sense her the way fae always could, but it still felt hard to tell people sometimes. The fear of rejection was still there, still prominent. Cass would do anything to avoid it. “We don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to talk about.”

She took the water as Van offered it, smiling fondly at the memory of making someone drop Red Bull off at her cave so she could give it to Van. “It tastes weird,” she said, “but it makes your heart go fast, and that’s pretty cool.” She watched as Van sat, feeling the heaviness there. She wanted it to go away, wanted the conversation to be light and airy and easy. She wanted everything to be like that, wanted the whole world to fit comfortably in the palm of her hand. But the world didn’t work like that. Wanting wouldn’t change it.

She offered Van a smile, because there was really nothing else she could give her. She couldn’t make the world lighter, or make Van’s magic work the way she wanted her to. But she could be here. She knew how to do that. “We’ll always be here for you,” she said. “Right, Aria? Always.”

—

“That’s totally fine,” Ariadne replied, nearly in unison with Cass, “we don’t have to talk about it until you want to.” If it was something bigger, she certainly understood not wanting to talk about it. Cass knew what she was, and she figured Van should know, too, but another time. Some time when it would be easier to process (though when that would be, she wasn’t sure).

She took the water from Van and took a healthy gulp, nodding as the other two talked about energy drinks. Well, it couldn’t make my heart go fast, because my heart literally doesn’t move. Though a part of her wanted to try. But not now. Right now, jelly beans and water and making sure Van was okay (or okay enough) was all that mattered.

“Right. We’re here, always. That’s what friends do.” It was, even if she’d had limited experience up until now. “I – I just wanted to check in, you don’t have to answer anything you aren’t up to answering or don’t want to answer.” The very last thing Ariadne would have wanted was for Van to feel pressured and worse off thanks to the visit. 

—

Instead of pressing her for more information, both Ariadne and Cass relented, offering her the space to offer up the conversation when she felt it was the right time. Though, truth be told, Van wasn’t sure when it’d ever be the right time. When it came to Nora, that’d been easy… she had seen Nora covered in weird crystals and then as she turned into a bear– and Nora had accepted her weird melting ways. Anyone else other than Milo felt like a threat, and that was funny considering the way Van had felt about him upon meeting for the first time. 

Van clasped her hands together, palms already feeling sweaty. She forced her gaze upward to meet either of her friend’s, wanting to feel the full weight of their promise to her, even if it wasn’t really a promise at all. Van nodded slowly. “I didn’t mean to scare you guys. I just… it’s easier to go ghost sometimes.” Most of the time, actually. 

With a sharp inhale, Van squeezed her eyes shut and brought the backs of her hands up to wipe away any stray tears before clearing her throat. “Can we just um… eat the jellybeans? Hang out?” Forget everything that happened, Van wanted to add. Because that was easier, she thought. Easier than letting it slip that she really wasn’t doing okay. “I can put a show on, too.” 

—

There was a hint of understanding in the smile Cass offered to Van, and she nodded her head. Running away was easy. She knew that. When things went wrong, the temptation to disappear was always there. All Cass had ever wanted was for someone to chase her when she ran, to come after her. No one ever had for Cass, but Cass could do it for Van. Van deserved that, she did. Even if she felt like she didn’t.

“We can do whatever you want,” she said quietly, leaning forward to bump her shoulder gently against her friend’s. “We’ve got plenty of jellybeans. And plenty of shows to catch up on, too.” And all the time in the world to do it.

[aylaniko]

Ana de Armas? não! é apenas Ayla Galanis Nikódemos, ela é filha de Zeus do chalé 1 e tem 29 anos. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no Nível III por estar no acampamento há 14 anos, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, Ay é bastante Solidária mas também dizem que ela é Vingativa. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

BIOGRAFIA: 

Nascida e criada na ilha de Creta, Ayla teve sua infância permeada por rituais místicos gregos. Sua mãe, uma historiadora nata, desde muito jovem sempre contava à Ay como Teseu derrotara o Minotauro, como Dédalo perdera a vida no mar Egeu e como o Rei Minos sucumbira depois de um grande reinado tirano. No entanto, o que a garota não saberia ainda, é que todas aquelas histórias, no futuro, seriam histórias verídicas de seus antepassados.

Ariadne, sua mãe, sempre soubera, lá no fundo, que nada do que dedicara sua vida estudando podia ser mentira. O Deuses existiam e ela rezava por eles todos os dias. Depois que conheceu Zeus e tivera uma filha com ele, Ariadne sentiu um misto de satisfação e medo ao mesmo tempo, percebendo que todas as provações que sua filha um dia passaria, então implorou para que Zeus em sua magnitude protegesse sua filha dos monstros enquanto ela vivesse, não sabendo ela que aquela seria uma maldição infligida à si posteriormente. Sabendo das histórias sobre o matrimônio de Zeus e Hera e do temperamento da esposa, Ariadne fez de tudo para esconder a garota da vista da Deusa que ela temia descobrir mais uma traição de seu marido, mas foi no dia 04/04/1993 que a existência de Ayla foi descoberta, em seu aniversário de 15 anos.

Hera tinha olhos em todos os lugares e sabia exatamente o dia em que Ayla fora consumada, então amaldiçoou Ariadne, onde a proteção divina de Zeus à garota só iria valer até que ela completasse 15 anos. E assim foi feito.

Em seu aniversário de 15 anos, o cheiro da garota atraiu monstros para o apartamento em que moravam, e enquanto ela soprava as velas de seu aniversário houve uma explosão em toda a casa, levando a garota às alturas. Ayla buscou levantar-se enquanto sentia sua cabeça explodindo, um zunido ensurdecedor lhe consumindo, quando conseguiu avistar a tempo os cães infernais buscando e farejando pelo seu cheiro. Ela imaginou que só poderia ter enlouquecido, pensando que não era possível que tais criaturas, aquelas nas quais sua mãe contava para ela histórias antes de dormir, pudessem ser de fato reais. Então foi quando se lembrou, subitamente, do que Ariadne havia lhe dito sobre os monstros: buscavam por semideuses. Antes que a ficha pudesse finalmente cair, Ayla buscou com os olhos frenéticos pela mãe, até que ouviu um barulho de algo caindo no chão da sala...

Então tudo aconteceu muito rapidamente, Ayla levantou-se e correu, o mais rápido que conseguiu até a mãe, escorrendo nos restos de bolo perdidos pelo chão e tropeçando em destroços de móveis recém comprados. Sua mãe buscava descontroladamente pela pistola que guardava no móvel da TV, e quando a achou, agarrou a filha atrás de si e com as mãos tremendo apontou para os cães que continuavam rugindo e latindo, babando pelo gosto de semideus que encontraram a frente, pareciam nem perceber que sua mãe lhes apontavam uma arma.

Ayla então percebeu que sua mãe murmurava palavras baixinho e, mesmo em choque, podia entendê-las: “Ela descobriu, ela descobriu… Zeus…tem misericórdia…”, e então houve disparos, mas as balas não acertaram órgãos vitais, e os monstros, agora enfurecidos, voaram agilmente em direção à sua mãe…

Foi como um piscar de olhos, em um momento sua mãe estava viva e depois morta, os monstros a atacaram como cachorros enraivados, dilacerando-a pelo pescoço rapidamente, e então voltaram-se para ela. Ayla ainda não tinha nenhum treinamento em combate, sua mãe, em sua ingenuidade mortal, lhe poupou disso achando que sua proteção duraria para sempre. A garota acertou os monstros com tudo o que poderia encontrar, empurrou móveis, rolou debaixo da mesa, até que se esquivando, não tinha mais saída, topou com o corpo da mãe, as lágrimas rolando pelo rosto quando agarrou a arma e atirou contra os cães infernais, e dessa vez funcionou.

O choque fora tão grande que a garota simplesmente desmaiou, o cheiro de sangue e monstros ultrapassou seus limites olfativos e ela se viu acolhida pela escuridão, e quando acordou já estava no Acampamento Meio-Sangue.

Ayla teve tempo para aprimorar seus poderes no Acampamento Meio Sangue. No início sua adaptação foi extremamente difícil, ela não aceitava seus meio irmãos como irmãos e chorava todos os dias em luto.

Descobriu que a pistola que sua mãe guardava em casa era justamente uma precaução para eventualidades, e suas balas eram feitas de bronze celestial, dessa forma era capaz de matar monstros. Com o tempo foi se adaptando ao punho e à mira, se tornando assim sua arma preferida, embora também utilizasse facas de arremesso.

Seus poderes foram as habilidades mais difíceis de dominar, demorou quase um ano inteiro para que pudesse apenas conjurar uma mudança de clima completo e que este permanecesse por mais do que 5min, dessa forma, depois de muita negação, Ayla dedicou-se ainda mais para dominá-los.

Em sua primeira missão de resgate, quando finalmente estava pronta para salvar outros semideuses de fins piores, Ayla se viu sozinha com um semideus alucinando de dor após ser atingido por picada de uma quimera. Havia perdido seus companheiros e teria de salvar o jovem sozinha e levá-lo em segurança para o Acampamento. Havia visto poucas vezes os filhos de Apolo em ação, e quando foi tratar o semideus com cuidados paliativos até que chegassem no Acampamento, não pôde deixar de rezar para Apolo que guiasse suas mãos em busca de uma cura. Sendo assim, Apolo não só ouviu suas preces como surgiu e lhe abençoou com a capacidade e discernimento médico mínimo, ele sabia que Ay se culpava todos os dias por não ter conseguido fazer nada para salvar sua mãe, muito menos houve tempo para cuidados médicos. Dessa forma, Ayla estava sempre indo e vindo na Enfermaria, ajudando os filhos de Apolo em situações críticas em que precisassem de mais pessoas para ajudar, mas mais do que isso, Ayla dedicava aquela benção no cuidado dos Pégasos nos estábulos. As criaturas foram sua primeira conexão quando chegou no Acampamento, sendo justo assim retribuir o favor lhes tirando todo e qualquer desconforto que pudessem sentir após uma longa disputa entre semideuses, fosse assim uma mera claudicação ou ferimentos mais graves.

PODERES: 

Atmocinese.

HABILIDADES: Sentidos aguçados e reflexos sobre-humanos.

ARMA: 

Uma pistola Harper’s Ferry flintlock pistol modelo 1806, banhada a ouro, seu punho de madeira desenhada com arabescos, sua munição de balas de bronze celestial.

Também utiliza facas de arremesso, feitas em ouro e banhadas em bronze celestial.

BENÇÃO: Benção de Apolo para habilidades médicas e curandeiras.

DESEJA ESCOLHER ALGUM CARGO DE INSTRUTOR? Ayla é instrutora de Poderes específicos (Manipulação das correntes de ar), e é líder da equipe de corrida de Pégasos. Ela também faz parte da equipe equipe azul de Parede de Escalada.

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35 – O mecanismo psíquico da transferência

Por Morganna la Belle

Psicanalista

Se fosse preciso concentrar numa palavra a descoberta freudiana, essa palavra seria incontestavelmente inconsciente.

LAPLANCHE, Jean; PONTALIS, Jean-Bertrand. Vocabulário da Psicanálise

1 – O que significa transferência em psicanálise?

A transferência, em psicanálise, pode ser explicada como sendo o deslocamento de sentimentos e experiências que um indivíduo vivenciou com alguma pessoa do passado, normalmente na fase da infância, para a figura de uma determinada pessoa do presente. Tal processo se dá de forma inconsciente.

Esse mecanismo mental, embora seja utilizado pela psique humana desde sempre, desde que o ser humano passou a interagir entre si, foi identificado e conceituado apenas por Freud em suas vivências clínicas e pesquisas sobre o psiquismo humano. É, portanto, uma das maiores contribuições do pai da psicanálise para as ciências da mente, com o fim de identificação de transtornos mentais e a consequente busca de tratamento e cura para tais transtornos.

Importante esclarecer ainda que a transferência não é um recurso utilizado pela mente apenas no ambiente analítico. Tal mecanismo também pode ser observado em outros contextos como, por exemplo, que envolvam a relação entre aluno e professor.

2 – Tipos de transferência

Como se sabe, a descoberta do inconsciente é uma das maiores contribuições de Freud para as ciências da mente. Pode-se considerar então que, como o mecanismo da transferência se dá de forma inconsciente, a descoberta de tal processo tenha sido um desdobramento de sua descoberta principal, que são as instâncias do aparelho psíquico, expostas em sua primeira e segunda tópicas.

Em A Dinâmica da Transferência (1912) Freud identificou a transferência positiva sublimada, que é quando o paciente projeta no analista sentimentos amistosos, até mesmo de admiração e, por conseguinte, se engaja em um espírito de cooperação no sentido de buscar o entendimento do que está causando a neurose. No entanto, identificou também a transferência erótica, que é quando o analisando desloca para a figura do analista pulsões libidinosas recalcadas. E, por fim, Freud detectou também a transferência negativa, que é quando o paciente projeta no analista sentimentos hostis. Considere-se no entanto que, independente do tipo de transferência, é formado um vínculo entre analista e analisando. E é justamente a partir deste vínculo, seja positivo ou negativo, que o analista pode encontrar o fio de Ariadne da questão.

3 – Transferência x Resistência

Ainda de acordo com o clássico de Freud de 1912, as reações do paciente que se manifestam de acordo com o tipo de transferência que se apresenta durante o processo analítico seriam a cooperação e a resistência. A primeira estaria ligada à transferência positiva e a segunda às transferências erótica e negativa.

A cooperação por parte do analisando faz promover uma grande evolução no tratamento porque estabelece um profícuo vínculo de confiança entre analista e analisando. Sendo assim, sentimentos recalcados e aspectos mnemônicos reprimidos passam a emergir com mais fluidez para o consciente. E tudo isso seria potencializado pela utilização do método da associação livre.

No entanto, a resistência faz com que o paciente se ponha a focar na transferência em si, através de seus aspectos libidinais ou mesmo hostis e passe a resistir ou negar que material inconsciente aflore até o consciente. Porém, paradoxalmente, como o analista passou a ser o objeto de tais sentimentos eróticos ou hostis recalcados, pode o terapeuta, através de um meticuloso trabalho de interpretação, trabalhar no sentido de identificá-los e fazer com que ocorra a lembrança pelo paciente do material inconsciente reprimido. A partir daí teria início o processo de cura ou, pelo menos, de maior controle sobre a neurose.

A transferência, portanto, é considerada por alguns estudiosos como uma das principais ferramentas a ser utilizada para se chegar à causa das neuroses. E, como entender o que causa a doença mental é fundamental para que se possa confrontá-la, fazendo cessar os sintomas causados pelo distúrbio em questão e promovendo então a cura do paciente, pode-se dizer que a transferência é de vital importância para o tratamento e cura de alguns transtornos mentais.

4 – Os sentimentos

Ponto muito importante a ser considerado nos estudos sobre a transferência chamada positiva é o tipo de sentimento que é projetado na figura do analista pelo analisando. Freud descobriu, em suas práticas clínicas, que alguns pacientes passavam a nutrir certo tipo de afeto por ele. Com a evolução deste processo de interação entre ele e tais pacientes, observou que o sentimento inicial de admiração e afeto poderia se transformar em um tipo de amor. E esse amor, em seu entendimento, embora projetado a partir de uma figura do passado, era transferido para uma figura do presente sem perder sua característica de puro e verdadeiro.

Ao ser questionado na época sobre a legitimidade deste amor, Freud insistiu na autenticidade de tal sentimento, que surge do mecanismo da transferência. E, indo mais longe mostrou que, embora tal amor possa evoluir para a eroticidade, ele não temia isso porque assim o vínculo entre analista e analisando se tornaria ainda mais forte, podendo proporcionar a partir daí elementos para a cura do paciente. Freud, portanto, procurava até instigar tal amor.

Fez então uma interessante analogia com a evocação de demônios, prática ensinada em grimórios antigos como a Goétia. Freud publicou em 1915:

Instigar a paciente a suprimir, renunciar ou sublimar suas pulsões, no momento em que ela admitiu sua transferência erótica, seria, não uma maneira analítica de lidar com elas, mas uma maneira insensata. Seria exatamente como se, após invocar um espírito dos infernos, mediante astutos encantamentos, devêssemos mandá-lo de volta para baixo, sem lhe haver feito uma única pergunta. Ter-se-ia trazido o recalcado à consciência, apenas para recalcá-lo mais uma vez, num susto (Freud, 1969/1915, p. 2013).

Fausto evocando um demônio do inferno

Interessante essa analogia, considerando que Freud era avesso ao misticismo e esoterismo, sendo essa justamente uma das causas de seu posterior rompimento com Carl Gustav Jung. A comparação, no entanto, ilustra bem sua visão a respeito da importância do vínculo afetivo promovido entre psicanalista e paciente através do mecanismo da transferência.

5 – A visão de Lacan

No entanto, os sucessores de Freud, em especial Jacques Lacan, não compartilharam da mesma opinião do mestre. Em 1964, o próprio Lacan publicou em seu livro Os Quatro Conceitos Fundamentais da Psicanálise que o amor projetado pelo paciente no analista é um “falso amor”, uma “sombra de amor”, embora pudesse muito bem ser legítimo em sua origem no passado. Esta visão do sentimento, embora publicada na década de sessenta, ainda é a versão mais aceita até hoje.

Porém, muito importante enfatizar que, embora Freud instigasse tal vínculo afetivo, fazendo dele um poderoso aliado na sua investigação sobre a causa das neuroses de seus pacientes, ele era radicalmente contra o psicanalista se envolver sexualmente com seus pacientes. Ele afirmava que a ponte que fora construída entre a mente do analista e a do paciente seria destruída com a satisfação física de desejos eróticos, frustrando então qualquer possibilidade de cura.

6 – Os casos Bertha Pappenhein e Sabina Spielrein

Isso nos leva então a dois exemplos muito interessantes, envolvendo duas pacientes famosas, sendo o caso de Bertha Pappenhein e o de Sabina Spielrein. O primeiro envolveu Joseph Breuer e o segundo Carl G. Jung.

Bertha Pappenhein, nascida em Viena, ficou conhecida pelo pseudônimo de Anna O. quando foi tratada pelo médico vienense Joseph Breuer, contemporâneo de Freud.

Bertha Pappenhein

O caso Anna O., pela sua importância na época, é tido como a inspiração para a criação da Psicanálise por Sigmund Freud. Embora Bertha Pappenhein tenha sido inicialmente paciente de Joseph Breuer, ela foi depois encaminhada a Freud, justamente por ter aflorado nela o mecanismo da transferência em relação ao seu primeiro terapeuta.

Ela era de ascendência alemã e judia. Na casa dos 20 anos de idade, ao ter que lidar com dificuldades inerentes à doença terminal de seu pai, desenvolveu um quadro de neurose, sendo mais especificamente diagnosticada com histeria. Tal distúrbio mental causava nela vários sintomas nervosos e físicos. Foi então levada para ser tratada por Joseph Breuer, médico vienense que gozava de muito boa reputação.

Entre 1880 a 1883 Joseph Breuer utilizou hipnose e outros desdobramentos com o fim de tratá-la, sendo que passou a documentar seu histórico clínico como caso Anna O., justamente para preservar a identidade da paciente em questão. Porém, no desenrolar do tratamento clínico, quando aflorou na paciente o processo da transferência, ela então desenvolveu um estado de gravidez psicológica e afirmou em seus delírios que o filho era do Dr. Breuer. O médico então, temendo maiores problemas com sua família e com a sociedade de Viena, abandonou o caso e encaminhou a paciente a Freud.

Freud então passou a tratá-la, sendo que da relação entre Bertha e Breuer e posteriormente entre Bertha e Freud nasceram o conceito de catarse, a expressão cura pela fala e alguns dos outros fundamentos da nova ciência que seria chamada de Psicanálise.

Interessante constatar que Joseph Breuer pertencia ao mais alto escalão de médicos vienenses de sua época e, mesmo com toda sua experiência e conhecimento, não foi capaz de lidar com a manifestação do fenômeno da transferência em Bertha Pappenheim, o que nos leva a fazer a consideração de que o psicanalista precisa ter uma base bem sólida para lidar com determinados casos.

Já o caso de Sabina Spielrein teve um desfecho bem diferente, mas não menos importante para a história da Psicanálise.

Em 1904 Sabina Nikolayevna Spielrein, de família russa e judia, foi encaminhada ao sanatório onde Carl Gustav Jung prestava serviço como médico, sendo também considerada acometida de histeria.

Sabina Spielrein

No desenvolvimento da relação clínica entre fräulen Spielrein e o Dr. Jung surgiu também o mecanismo psíquico da transferência. Porém ao inverso do que fez o Dr. Breuer, Carl G. Jung tornou-se amante de Sabina. A relação entre Jung e Freud já estava abalada, sendo que isso contribuiu ainda mais para o rompimento entre ambos que se daria mais tarde. Isso porque, como exposto acima, Freud era rigidamente contra o envolvimento sexual entre psicanalista e paciente. No entanto, mesmo com a relação adúltera entre ambos – Jung já era casado nessa época -, o tratamento teve êxito graças ao próprio método de Freud.

Sabina Sipirelrein a posteriori tornou-se uma das primeiras psicanalistas mulheres da história e, após voltar para a União Soviética em 1923, foi uma das criadoras do chamado Berçário Branco, um jardim de infância em Moscou que tinha o objetivo de tratar crianças.

7 – A evolução do conceito de transferência

A concepção de transferência passou por várias renovações a partir de Freud, conforme foram evoluindo também outros conceitos psicanalíticos e psicológicos.

Através dos casos acima expostos, podemos verificar então que não existe fórmula tão rígida em psicologia ou psicanálise que deva ser estritamente seguida para se conseguir a cura do paciente. Isso por causa da complexidade da mente humana, principalmente em sua instância inconsciente. Pensamos que não deve o psicanalista abandonar o paciente por causa das dificuldades do caso, mas também não deve se aproveitar da fraqueza da pessoa em tratamento para se render aos seus impulsos eróticos.

Seja como for, o radicalismo de Breuer e a fraqueza de Jung frente ao fenômeno da transferência talvez tenham contribuído para que estes casos se tornassem referências históricas no mundo da Psicanálise, o que nos leva a concluir então sobre a importância da transferência na história das ciências da mente.

Embora, com o passar do tempo, o mecanismo mental da transferência tenha sofrido várias modificações em sua concepção, ela ainda é utilizada como uma poderosa ferramenta pelo psicanalista para chegar ao inconsciente da pessoa que está em busca de tratamento para restabelecer a sua saúde mental.

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prompts?

Olá, cinza! Prompts são coisas que não nos faltam, mas já peço desculpas porque nós nos animamos bastante. Lembrando que o gênero das divindades pode ser alterado livremente, sim? Abaixo do Read More estão 12 prompts para Pítia, Bia, Dolos, Queres, Ariadne, Sirenas, Éris, Arke, Bóreas, Hedonê, Hebe e Macária. Esperamos que te ajudem, mas se quiser mais é só pedir!

PYTHIA. Originalmente uma alta sacerdotisa no Templo de Apollo em Delphi, Pythia servia como Oráculo, sendo reconhecida como uma das mulheres mais poderosas do mundo clássico. A reputação e prestígio da figura permaneceu em suas reencarnações, assim como a vida sóbria e o caráter digno. Pythia costuma assumir seu papel com vigor, abdicando de suas responsabilidades familiares, interesses românticos e até mesmo de sua individualidade em favor de suas ambições. Sua história de vida, assim como as mulheres escolhidas para ocuparem tal papel na antiguidade, sempre foram aos extremos: pode ser advinda de uma família nobre, dotada de educação superior, como também ter origens humildes e dificuldades para entrar no meio acadêmico. Seu passado não é relevante: o mais importante é o direcionamento de sua carreira e sua ascensão, ainda que custe sua saúde. Na Universidade Jewangeum, é conhecida por seus amplos talentos e dedicação extensiva ao que se propõe, frequentemente rondando pelos corredores como um fantasma, desprovida de horas de sono e sobrecarregada pelas enormes responsabilidades que decidiu tomar para si. Mais adequada à Sophrosyne, quiçá Tyche.

BIA. A personificação da força é uma estrela do esporte nos tempos modernos. Proveniente de uma família expansiva, Bia está acostumada a um ambiente competitivo, não hesitando em correr atrás do que deseja. Ainda assim, não costuma ter muitos amigos, não se rendendo aos luxos suntuosos ou aos prazeres mais superficiais que a fama desportiva lhe oferece. Suas atitudes costumam bastar, visto que Bia é uma figura introvertida: apenas faz, sem precisar falar ou receber láureas de terceiros para tal. Mais adequada à Soteria.

DOLOS. O espírito da malandragem é também um mestre em enganação, astúcia e traição, sendo companheiro das mentiras. Capaz de enganar até mesmo os deuses durante seu reinado original, sua lábia ainda é característica em destaque durante suas encarnações. Apesar de sua aparência nada disso indicar, Dolos é falso e não deve carregar responsabilidade alguma: confiar nele é o mesmo que esperar retidão moral de um animal selvagem. Proveniente de um passado conturbado, Dolos ganhou a vida por meio da venda de produtos falsificados e outros pequenos crimes, conseguindo safar-se das consequências graças a sua língua afiada. Não deixe seu cartão de crédito por perto, ou pode acabar com ele clonado! Mais adequado à Momus.

KERES. Personificações de mortes violentas, as Keres são atraídas por sanguinolência. Apesar de não serem fortes o suficiente para assassinato, essas garotas não possuem escrúpulos quando se trata de agressividade. Em suas encarnações, costumam andar em grupos pequenos, sempre protegendo uma à outra: apesar de não aparentarem, frequentemente herdando as estaturas pequenas e a agilidade de suas formas originais, são como Cavaleiras do Apocalipse quando unidas. Mais adequadas à Charis ou Momus.

ARIADNE. Anteriormente a princesa de Creta e esposa deificada de Dionísio, em sua atual reencarnação Ariadne fundiu-se ao artefato que anteriormente utilizou para guiar Teseu através do labirinto do Minotauro. O fio tornou-se sua mente, a bússola que a orienta por enigmas, quebra-cabeças e cubos mágicos. A mente de Ariadne é simplesmente genial quando se trata de charadas e problemas, e em tenra idade descobriram seu talento para resolver o impossível. Explorando a habilidade de sua filha, seus pais decidiram levá-la para concursos, torneios e até mesmo programas de televisão. Poderia não ser especialmente boa em nada além de suas cifras, e até mesmo um pouco tímida em frente às câmeras, mas garantiu um bom dinheiro aos adultos, que passaram a agenciá-la como seu principal ganha pão. É claro que começar a trabalhar — e lucrar — tão cedo garantiu um punhado de traumas para Ariadne. Aparentemente, ela sabe resolver os problemas de todo mundo, menos os próprios. Mais adequada à Sophrosyne.

SIRENAS. Em suas vidas anteriores, as sirenas encantavam marinheiros com suas vozes hipnotizantes e melodias irresistíveis. Agora, como estudantes universitárias, trazem consigo a mesma paixão pela música e um talento vocal inigualável. Com suas vozes únicas, criaram uma banda de heavy metal e rock industrial para expressar essa paixão, atraindo pessoas com seus arranjos pesados, guturais incomparáveis e presenças magnéticas no palco. Fora ou dentro da banda, elas continuam leais umas às outras, mas ainda têm de lidar com os estereótipos e conquistar suas independências da imagem sensual geralmente atribuída às suas imagens. Mais adequadas à Momus ou Tyche.

ÉRIS. Como sua contraparte mitológica, foi abandonada pelos genitores ao nascer, e acabou criada em uma casa russa, adotada por um importante traficante de armas internacional. Cresceu em ambiente hostil, repleto de segredos e perigos. Um passado turbulento, polvilhado por violência, tornou-a uma pessoa desconfiada e astuta, dominante da arte da manipulação, com uma mente afiada e feroz. A fortuna recolhida por seu pai possibilitou que conseguisse um lugar de honra em uma fraternidade respeitada de Jewangeum, para onde foi em busca de recuperar e entrar novamente em contato com suas raízes asiáticas. Mesmo que possua um talento inato para despertar o pior das pessoas e iniciar conflitos, ela está disposta a encontrar formas de melhorar seus relacionamentos humanos na universidade, mesmo que enfrentar sua natureza caótica seja um paradoxo. Mais adequada à Charis ou Sophrosyne.

ARKE. Apaixonada pela velocidade, em sua reencarnação atual Arke trocou suas asas quebradas pela escuridão noturna das corridas ilegais da cidade e as luzes cegantes dos semáforos ignorados. Para ela, correr é uma forma de liberdade e auto descoberta, um ensaio para seu verdadeiro sonho de se tornar uma corredora de Fórmula 1 no futuro. Seu instinto de competição e sua habilidade de levar qualquer veículo ao limite fizeram dela uma das corredoras mais promissoras no submundo das corridas ilegais, mas Arke ainda enfrenta a rejeição de sua própria família em relação a seus sonhos. Ela deseja se formar em Engenharia Mecânica, mas se vê obrigada a mentir para a família e cursar algo mais adequado para “mulheres”. Mais adequada à Charis, Soteria ou Tyche.

BÓREAS. Primeiro deus dos ventos invernais do norte frio, então ex-patinador artístico no gelo, e agora na vida universitária. Carregando a nostalgia de apresentações encantadoras e a dor constante de uma lesão que o obrigou a abandonar a carreira, Bóreas busca um novo propósito. Com sua presença magnética, cria coreografias memoráveis para eventos estudantis, inspirando outros a perseguirem seus sonhos. Ainda que tenha deixado os saltos triplos, sua graciosidade e habilidade de encantar o público permanecem. Bóreas mostra que, mesmo diante das mudanças, a paixão e a determinação podem levar a novas formas de brilhar. Mais adequado à Soteria ou Sophrosyne.

HEDONÊ. Determinada a alcançar seus sonhos acadêmicos, Hedonê conseguiu uma vaga como bolsista em Jewangeum com certa dificuldade. Para conseguir se sustentar enquanto estuda, assumiu um trabalho como modelo em uma plataforma online chamada Only Fans. Apesar do estigma social e dos desafios enfrentados, ela encara essa oportunidade como uma forma de empoderamento e independência financeira. Com seu espírito empreendedor e habilidades de autogerenciamento, tenta equilibrar seus estudos exigentes com a demanda de sua presença virtual. Tentar equilibrar suas duas vidas se torna difícil com o passar do tempo, mas ela está disposta a não abandonar sua qualidade de vida e nem seu sonho de formar-se em uma universidade renomada. Mais adequada à Soteria ou Tyche.

HEBE. Com uma paixão por cosméticos naturais, Hebe tornou-se estudante de Farmácia em Jewangeum com intuito de aprender mais sobre o negócio da família que irá herdar futuramente. Ela adora experimentar e criar suas próprias formulações de máscaras, cremes e pomadas, tudo sempre utilizando ingredientes naturais e sustentáveis. Detém o costume de compartilhar suas criações com os amigos, promovendo uma abordagem consciente e saudável para cuidar da pele e corpo. Ela acredita no poder de se sentir bem consigo mesmo, tanto por dentro quanto por fora, e busca inspirar outras pessoas a adotarem uma abordagem holística para a beleza e o autocuidado. Mais adequada à Charis.

MACÁRIA. Cansada, mas sempre com uma expressão amigável, Macária é uma das veteranas de enfermagem mais gentis do campus. Após um punhado de tragédias pessoais e anos de terapia, interessou-se pelo luto e decidiu seguir por uma carreira na emergência hospitalar, onde a adrenalina nunca a deixariam dormir e onde suas palavras, a dor que compartilhava com as famílias, poderiam ser bem recebidas. Receber um abraço de Macária é uma experiência única, recomendada especialmente antes ou depois de uma prova difícil. A maioria das pessoas que a veem cuidando de seus pacientes ficam chocadas pela seriedade que a moça é capaz de assumir de uma hora para outra, como um interruptor, a fim de executar seu trabalho corretamente e salvar vidas que anteriormente guiou a mortes tranquilas e relaxadas. Mais adequado à Soteria ou Sophrosyne.

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Eternizei-te em minhas palavras, cada uma delas ancorava um sentimento sublime que despontou de meu coração atribulado como fagulha de esperança em tempos de caos. Eternizei-te como recordação de que há uma saída desse labirinto do Minotauro seguindo o fio de Ariadne e uma possibilidade, por ínfima que seja, de doma-lo. Eternizei-te como memória dos mais puros e intensos momentos entre nós que seriam a força necessária em instantes de fraquezas. Eternizei-te em minha pele, mente e alma para que jamais esqueça que enquanto eu respirar há um lar para retornar. Eternizei o som de sua voz em meio ao silêncio, o suor de seu corpo em meio ao amor, a chama de seu coração em meio ao meu inverno existencial. Eternizei para não me perder, quiçá morrer na descida às profundezas. Eternizei para lembrar que ainda que eu não confie em mim, alguém confia. Eternizei para não esquecer de mim, de você, de nós.

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Titulo completo: Baco y Ariadna Artista: Tiziano Fechas de artistas, activo alrededor de 1506; murió 1576 Fecha de realización, 1520-3 Medio y soporte, Óleo sobre lienzo Dimensiones, 176,5 × 191 cm Resumen de inscripción, firmado crédito de adquisición, Comprado, 1826

Una de las pinturas más famosas de la Galería Nacional, Baco y Ariadna de Tiziano, ilustra una historia contada por los autores clásicos Ovidio y Catulo. La princesa cretense Ariadna ha sido abandonada en la isla griega de Naxos por Teseo, cuyo barco se aleja en la distancia. Baco, dios del vino, se enamora a primera vista de Ariadna y salta de su carro hacia ella. Más tarde, Bacchus lanza la corona de Ariadne al aire, inmortalizándola como la constelación Corona Borealis, representada por las estrellas sobre su cabeza.

Esta pintura forma parte de una célebre serie de Giovanni Bellini, Tiziano y el artista ferrarense Dosso Dossi, encargada para el Camerino d'Alabastro (Sala de Alabastro) en el Palacio Ducal de Ferrara, por Alfonso I d'Este, duque de Ferrara. Todas las imágenes, completadas entre 1514 y 1525, son bacanales: escenas de hedonismo, bebida, música y amor. Tiziano hace gala de su gran habilidad como colorista, combinando en este único cuadro todos los pigmentos más puros y vibrantes disponibles en ese momento.

Información e imagen de la web de la National Gallery de Londres.