#Thrown to Wolves verse

[secret-engima]

Is there a specific tartan pattern for the Vitae? I suppose it wouldn't get used very much, they mostly go with their clan patterns. But. If they ever need to do an Official Thing specifically in their Role as a Vitae, they might choose to wear the tartan.

I... don't know honestly. Tartans are not something I'm great at.

@a-world-in-grey opinions?

[raven-6-10]

@secret-engima @a-world-in-grey

I realised that this has already happened in Thrown to the Wolves verse.

Fantasy kingdom where Only Royalty Can Do Magic but the royal family is so promiscuous and polyamorous and generous in their interpretation of what counts as family (“Your second cousin’s niece’s husband counts as family by marriage! Absolutely!”) that the whole kingdom is Technically royalty within like. Two generations.

[forgedroyalseal]

Hellhound

Part One

Hellhound.

That’s what the townsfolk had called the beast that lurked in the shadows of Seacliff. The innkeeper claimed that it could imitate the cry of a baby, a tactic it used to lure people from the safety of their homes and into its waiting jaws. Several farmers told him that it didn’t just pray on sheep and goats, but on foals and calves as well. Will had overheard a group of schoolchildren whispering stories about the demon dog that stalked the shoreline once the sun set. Half wolf, half devil. A monster with glowing red eyes and blood stained teeth. Will had always chalked it up as an overgrown superstition. A ghost story. Until he hear the howl.

Will couldn’t sleep. But these days, he almost never could. Seacliff’s winters were milder than Redmont’s but instead of snow, winter brought violet, booming storms. Waves crashed against the cliffs like stones, shaking the island itself. Rain poured from the heavens so hard, that in the morning, after the storm had passed, the earth would be torn up, branches ripped from trees and thrown across fields. And while Will was grateful that it rarely became cold enough for the rain to turn to ice, the thunderous noise of the storms echoed in Will’s mind, rummaging around until it found the memories he so desperately tried to drown. Memories of teetering on waves so tall they made him feel as though he was floating on a child’s bath toy rather than a massive Skandian ship. Memories of relentless rain, of being soaked to the bone, of forgetting what it felt like to be dry and warm and safe. Even now, years later, the mere sound of crashing waves made his stomach roll and flip, just as it had on the journey to Skandia.

So on nights like tonight, with it raining so heavy Will was certain it would never stop, he tossed and turned in his sheets like that ship in that storm. The sound of the wind and rain was deafening, only interrupted by the roaring thunder that preceded each shock of lightning. Will had laid awake through each and every storm since his arrival in Seacliff, and he was well versed in the crashing symphony that was playing. So when he heard a deep, desperate howl break through, he noticed. He sat up in his bed, white sheets pooling around his waist. There it was again, a howl so loud it somehow cut through the storm. His first thought was wolves, not that he’d ever seen one in Seacliff, but there was something distinctly different to this howl than that of the ones he’s heard from wolves. It was haunting and lonely and with a pathetic realization, it occurred to Will that it was what he imagined his heart would sound like on nights like this if it could speak.

Will shook his head at the thought. He’d spent too many nights awake and alone, it was making him morose. He pulled himself out of bed, covering his bare torso with the shirt that had been discarded on the floor earlier in the evening. Opening the door, he looked out into the black night, eyes searching for the source of the howl. The last thing he wanted to do was to leave the safety and relative warmth of his cabin, but Will could only assumed that whatever poor creature was out there, also didn’t want to be where it was.

“Right then, come on out.” He shouted into the storm. Another howl. “I bet you don’t want to be out here any more than I do,” He yelled, the wind swallowing his words, “so just take cover on the porch.”

He waited, questioning whether or not this was proof that he’s officially lost it. Wasn’t this a sign of madness? Shouting out to the wind and expecting a response. Just as he was about to give up, a pair of shining eyes appeared in the darkness. “Hi there.” Will said gently, praying he wasn’t about to be mauled to death by whatever mysterious beast roamed the cliffs. Gilan would never let him live it down, dead or not.

A flash of lightning illuminated sky, and Will got his first look at the animal in front of him. It was far more dog than beast, though it’s skinny legs seemed endless. It wore a matted cloak of wiry, soot gray fur, a dirty patch on its chest that at one point was probably white. Another rumble of thunder drew out a pitiful whimper from dog, who cowered its head and trembled.

“Oh you poor thing. Come on, it’s ok.” Will crouched down and slowly extended his hand. After a bit of cooing and soft words, the dog finally nudged its head against his palm.

“You’re freezing, buddy. Let’s get you warmed up.” Will shifts back, still crouching, until he’s past the doorway of the cabin. The dog hesitantly follows, its tail tucked firmly between its legs.

Once inside, Will made quick work of finding water and some scraps to feed the dog, then set them down beside the fire in the dishes he had used for Shadow. The dog however, stayed shaking by the door, eyes darting nervously back and forth.

“Right, let’s get you warm first then.” Will grabbed the quilt from the back of the sofa and carefully placed it over the dog. He rubbed down its back, drying it the best he could. In his effort to help bring some warmth back to the dog, he examined it for any injuries, but found none. He did a quick check and patted the dog on its head, who responded with a slight wag of its whip-like tail.

“That’s a good boy. You’ll need a proper bath, but that can wait.” Will stepped back, and decide it was best to let the dog set the pace of the evening. Will walked over and collapsed on the sofa, the cold and lack of sleep crashing into him all at once. He let his eyes droop, but stayed awake. Seconds later there was a quiet clicking of nails from the door the dishes on the floor. Will smiled to himself and kept his eyes shut. Soon enough, he heard more shuffling, then a cold, wet nose was pressing itself against his cheek. He cracked an eye open and smiled at the dog that was face to face with him. He patted at the space beside him on the couch.

“I think we should both try and get some sleep. Dawn will be here before we know it.”

The dog gingerly stepped onto the sofa, circled twice, then plopped down, resting its massive head onto Will’s chest, right above his heart. Will began rubbing patterns into the fur between the dog’s eyes, and soon the calming motion had lulled them both to sleep.

A/N: inspiration for the dog below (yes, it’s an Irish Wolfhound)

[dprian-notes]

So who is Hybrid?

DISCLAIMER again! These are just my thoughts and theories, please do comment with your own ideas, it would be so helpful in figuring out the story Christian is telling.

From what I saw on Christian's Insta live and the music video for LIMBO, it looks like Hybrid is most likely the in-between of Mito and Insanity. The transition from one character to the next. Christian did outright say this in his live, but it is interesting the way he depicts the change in LIMBO's music video.

In the first scene of the mv we see a shirtless character, and from what I know and in my opinion I believe this is Hybrid. It switches scenes rapidly but in them I believe we see a shot of Mito as well. The character that seems to be Hybrid wears a striped suit with a red or purple tie, which I think would tie Mito and Insanity together. You can also see faint makeup that resembles Insanity's. The scenes constantly switch between color and monotone, which would also resemble both characters. I haven't yet noticed Mito's signature grey eye, but there is a scene in which we see the character's eyes change between orange and blue. I'm still pondering over what that could mean, but right now it also seems to tie into the transition between the characters.

I also found it interesting when the outfit slowly switches from plain black, to a black suit with purple or red. We know that Mito is mostly dark colors and Insanity is the complete opposite of that - him having many bright colors to his outfit and makeup, but the most noticeable color is the purple suit.

Christian made an important point in one of his lives, saying that the wolf is very symbolic to Insanity. I found it interesting that a verse of the lyrics is "throw me to the wolves, it's where I belong". Also, at 2:03 in the music video we can hear a wolf's howl. This sets off a scene of chaos in the room, papers are thrown and the character seems to be struggling or fighting something. I think that this point is the beginning of the transition to Insanity. It would make sense for it to look painful and for Mito/Hybrid to put up a fight as they go more insane.

The end of the music video is what caught my eye the most. There is a change from Hybrid to Insanity, as he sits on the bed looking at his hands. This is the exact scene from the Don't Go Insane music video, which leads me to believe that this song/album (since we don't know how many songs will be released or how many of them will pertain to Hybrid) is a prequel to Dear Insanity.

The end scene for LIMBO is the beginning (after the initial credits) of Don't Go Insane. The music video for Don't Go Insane even shows a character to the likes of Hybrid in the same position on the bed at the end of LIMBO! One of the beginning verses in Don't Go Insane mentions wolves as well: "Oh bless my heart, when the wolves take me away".

This seems to make it more likely what I said before, that LIMBO is the prequel to Dear Insanity, but like I've said, these are just my theories.

Below is a screenshot from the end of LIMBO:

And then here is two shots from the beginning of Don't Go Insane:

Here we can see what looks to be Hybrid, as he has the same outfit as in LIMBO and is in the same struggle. The second picture is the very next scene in Don't Go Insane. He is in the exact same position that LIMBO ended in.

I hope this all makes sense, I'm planning on trying to go through Dear Insanity and write about what I think the story is through that album, but it may be a bit :).

[raven-6-10]

@a-world-in-grey

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Yup, I was right. This is soooo Angsty. I love it!

Poor Regis and Aulea, they did not expect this to happen. Adagium is supposed to be a fairy tale to scare children with, not an actual thing. Certainly not something that can curse their little girl.

I wonder, did Regis manage to find anything more concerning the Curse in royal archives? Or just more of the same vague warnings and nothing concrete?

(Did he perhaps find some journals written by the Rogue or the Wanderer?)

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Why am I not surprised that people of course assumed Sola is a bastard. I mean, she's already a bastard but they think she's not even a royal one. Though, did she ever hear those rumours? Did she wonder if her Papa really wasn't her Papa?

Because I can imagine baby Sola asking her parents if this is true and just. Regis and Aulea trying reassure her that she's their daughter, Regis is her dad, please don't listen to what the mean people say.

(Regis is soo going to clear the court after this. The people who started the rumours suddenly feel the need to take extended vacation on the outskirts of Insomnia. Certainly no time to visit the court, nope!)

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I'm very surprised that they actually did paternity test - that's practically an admission there is a doubt about Sola's parentage. Something that should not be ever said out loud.

Then again, if it's Aulea who insisted on the test, it would be slightly more palatable. Because she surely would not agree to one if she actually had an affair (or at least was uncertain about her daughter's parentage). So it looks more like she's publicly calling nobles' bluff out. After that they can either shut up or face the consequences.

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The reasons behind Sola's abdication would be different here, right? Less I don't want to be a Queen, it's too much work and more I know people don't want me to be a Queen and will not listen to me if I ever become one. Yikes! This baby is gonna have so many issues before she grows up.

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What was Sola's reaction when she was told she cannot use her magic at all? From your various posts I got the impression that she used it subconsciously as a toddler to gauge people's moods and to communicate with them. Going from that to zero must have been a shock for her.

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Just how long the Vitae had sleeper agents/spies in the Citadel?

I can see them having some people always keeping the eye on the Royal Family so they know when the newest baby is to be taken for a trial and they can get an agent to watch the place. Maybe also redirect any reports of unusual stuff happening on and in vicinity of Galahd.

But they most definitely sent additional people after Regis didn't abandon Sola. Just to make sure the kid really was going to be safe.

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Is Noctis also cursed in this verse? I think he was in the original version of Regis doesn't go to Galahd but not here.

On one hand, less angst for Regis. I don't know how he would cope with having both of his children cursed in some unknown way. (Lie. He would Not Cope At All.)

On the other, this would kind of change the kidnapping, I think. Since Noctis having a healing factor played into it in @secret-engima posts.

Choices, choices.

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Please, please, tell me that Galahd sent Regis a letter that basically said We picked up your son by accident. Ooops. We thought he was one of ours wayward kids. We are very sorry for the mistake. Could you please come and pick him up?

Ok, last one, I think (I could be wrong (: )

Sola and Thrown to the Wolves au. Specifically, the version where Regis never goes to Galahd, so all he knows is what Mors told him before he died and whatever he found in the archives.

Now please take a moment to imagine all the potential angst that comes from the fact that Regis' first baby is under Adagium's Curse. (Whatever that's supposed to mean, because the royal archives are surprisingly silent on the topic.) His tiny teeny baby girl who was born premature and who fought for her life so fiercely is supposed to be a monster in human skin.

I don't think Regis would ever abandon her, he's not called the Father for nothing. But he's certainly not going to have a good time in this verse. +Sola's less-than-human instincts would probably make things even worse.)

I'm always up for asks if you've got more! (they make for a great breather from studying for finals)

You are right. This is so angsty. >:)

Regis' heart breaks when he puts his little Sunshine through the ritual, when instead of needing the potion held in a white-knuckled grip, Sola's skin slowly knits back together under the faint glow of golden magic. But even as he holds his wailing daughter close, wiping away blood to reveal skin unmarred by so much as a scar, Regis knows he cannot abandon his daughter here. Adagium's Curse or no, Sola is a child. His child.

Regis leaves the broken shards of a potion and doesn't look back.

And the Vitae watching from the shadows wonder.

In this 'verse, Sola grows up having to hide her golden magic. This is not the time of the Rogue or the Wanderer, technology is everywhere and Regis cannot risk Sola living beyond the Wall with the war in an uneasy ceasefire.

The court believes Sola without magic, and rumors abound of Sola not being Regis' daughter at all. Sola looks so like her mother, but she acts much like Cor, and it doesn't take long for the gossips to speculate that Cor and Aulea were having an affair behind Regis' back.

No one in the royal family is amused.

Even after a paternity test is provided to shut up the worst of the gossips, the court pushes against Sola as Regis' heir. Surely the Ring will not accept one without magic, they argue. And for all Regis tries to shelter Sola from the court, he cannot stop everything from reaching the ears of his sharp little girl.

When Sola, all of five years old, tells him that she refuses to be Queen, Regis' heart breaks all over again.

None of the adults tell Sola the truth of her golden magic. They tell her that she cannot use it because it will hurt her and those around her, but they do not tell her about Adagium's Curse. Regis and Aulea hope, that with love and care, their bright and fierce Sun will not grow up to be the monster described in faded legends.

Oh, they see her less than human instincts. Watching Sola so closely, they'd have to be blind to miss them. They worry, because they think this the grain of truth to the legend, a manifestation of the Curse.

And yet... Sola isn't malicious. She's fiercely protective to the point of bordering on possessiveness, more inclined to attack first and ask questions later if she perceives a threat to Hers. But Sola doesn't attack anyone who doesn't attack or threaten her or hers first. She never subjects anyone to abject cruelty. If Regis hadn't seen Adagium's Curse first hand, he'd think Sola simply too similar in temperament to Cor.

Then Sola tears out a man's throat with her teeth.

In the aftermath, Sola's fairly certain she wasn't supposed to overhear Regis, Clarus, and Cor talking in Papa's office. But she does, and she overhears 'Curse' and 'not-human', and Sola's already heard more than a few people referring to her as a monster these past few days to realize that Papa and her uncles are talking about her.

Sola sneaks around the library looking for anything she can on curses, dodging suspicion from her papa and uncles by insisting that she's more than old enough to find her own books. One of the librarians, a woman with really cool dark eye makeup and lipstick, helps Sola with her research. Unfortunately, Sola's unable to find the answers she's looking for, but one afternoon when she's curled up with Noctis for an afternoon nap, Sola resolves that Curse or not, monster or not, she will protect her little brother. No matter what.

When Sola's old enough to formally apprentice to Cor, Regis shares his magic with her, as Noctis is still too young yet to properly create a Retinue bond. There's no question Sola is Noctis' Sword, just as there's no question that Gladio and Ignis are his Shield and Heart, but they're planning to wait until Noctis is at least sixteen.

Only, Noctis gets kidnapped before that can happen, then picked up by a wandering Vitae and brought back to Galahd.

Where originally Noctis would be utterly baffled by Galahd's insistence that Regis was a bad father, Galahd knows how Regis loves and cares for Sola despite her so-called 'curse.' Galahd knows it to be no curse, knows Sola's non-human instincts instead come from the Draconian's Blessing (Galahd's been dealing with those same dragon instincts for millennia, they know it when they see it and Sola's very dragon).

Regis knows none of this. He had every reason to abandon baby Sola to her death and erase her from the records.

He didn't. He lied. He kept her hidden, kept her safe and loved as best he could, and the handful of Vitae spies hidden amongst the Citadel staff have seen it all.

It seems the Father is the Mother's child after all.

When Regis and Sola arrive, Regis demanding to know where his son is with Sola's rumbling growl reverberating through their bones, Sola's growl cuts off with a jerk of surprise when one of the Furia trills at her, reassurance-Hoard-safe-not-seeking-fight brushing up against the embers of gold magic suppressed inside her soul. Sola stares at the Furia with wide eyes, because no one, not even Uncle Cor for all his growls and chuffs, has ever responded in such a way to her.

Things get sorted out, and before they leave for Insomnia, Sola and Noctis and Regis get to meet their aunt/sister and cousin/nephew, and Sola's given an invitation to come back to Galahd to properly train her gold magic.

@secret-engima if you want to add anything from Galahd's perspective feel free to join in!

[salvatoraes]

okay but speaking as someone who lives for and loves crossover ships (be they canon/oc or just canon muses from different source materials): please tell me more about salvacooper and fabratore, pls & thx <3

a glorious question !!! i'll take any opportunity to gush about these two ships !! i'm gonna start with fabratore because i have a lot more to say on salvacooper lol. there's just a lot that goes into them heh.

so, fabratore is a ship between stefan & miss quinn fabray ( written by miss caroline, @alchaemy ) it started off with caroline making a tvd verse for quinn, where she's a cheerleader & eventually turns into a vampire. i can't remember how she turned, you'd have to ask care lol but stef ends up helping her with her transition & they fall sooo in love. she pulls him out of his shell a lot, she helps him not be broody as often & he stays on the football team unlike in canon when he quits or i guess he never really quit but after mr. tanner died ( thanks damon 🙄 ) i don't recall them getting a new coach but we can pretend in this version. they're the couple who is together all throughout high school, the lowkey jock couple even though stef isn't really a jock in his eyes. so cute & mostly pure while she also deals with being a baby vamp. we've had them since i wanna say 2017 / 2018 ? & i just love them so much ...

now, salvacooper is our favorite ship together, our most developed, multiple - verses for them. ugh. so i apologize because this is gonna get long. salvacooper is stefan & miss betty cooper ( taken out of riverdale & put into tvd / the hundred ) betty is both of our favorite character in RD so when care decided to pick her up, we of course wanted to build a ship with them, but little did we know how much we'd do. betty has full verses for tvd, the 100 & legacies that we have ships for them. also one of our mutual friends is a genuine stan of them & she used to freak out about them & read our threads back in the day lol. under the cut is what i can remember of our verses for them, you don't have to read them of course but i figured i'd give the details <3

in the tvd verse, we have a version where betty is a wolf hunter who runs into klaus and stefan when they're hunting for wolves. klaus finds her but assumes she's a wolf & kills her to turn her into hybrid, little did he know she wasn't a wolf. & right when she wakes up, she's in a cabin, stefan with her & helps her & keeps her safe from klaus. they eventually fall in love while he's helping her be a new vampire ( just like he helps quinn lol ) another version we have is, betty is a wolf hunter in mystic falls, she meets stefan, they start dating, fall for each other & then she catches him drinking the blood bags in the salvatore basement, & that's how she finds out he's a vampire. they eventually work through it, and she once again turns into a vampire but again i can't remember how for this time.

the hundred ... ( if you haven't seen the show, i'm sorry if this makes no sense hgufjoi ) this verse for them is our most tragic & most developed verse for them. they met when everyone was still on the ark, but they didn't talk much. & then everyone went to the ground, they ended up becoming close, they fell in love QUICKLY, never left each others side until s2 & then other shit happens. fast forward to when everyone's down under the bunker, a year of them being in the bunker happens, stefan gets sick. he's sick as if it's like the flu in this universe. betty working at their med bay, steals some medicine for him even though he told her not to. a couple days pass, he starts to feel better but not enough to be okay. a couple more days pass, betty was caught for stealing the meds & would now have to be thrown into the pit ( a fighting pit where criminals or people found guilty would have to fight to the death, only one left standing ) the night before betty had to go into the pit, stefan proposed. as a hopes that she would somehow get out of this. the day comes, stefan wakes up to an empty room. betty was down at the arena where the pit is. he rushes ( slowly, was still weak from being sick ) he makes it there, was being held back by one of the guards, not allowed to go down to see her. he has to watch her fight in the audience like the rest of the people, however he was being held back tightly because they knew he'd run down to her. eventually, the guard is too busy paying attention to the fight and stefan gets free. he rushes down to the arena, when he finally gets there betty was stabbed in the abdomen by one of the fighters. stefan screams out, he makes it into the pit. she's bleeding out, he pulls her into his lap, she ends up dying in his arms. needless to say, he doesn't get past it. he wears her blood stained scrunchie on his wrist every day after that. there's a post somewhere where i wrote his pov of her death, could find that if you wanna see it ! lol but it's tragic.

legacies, this one we don't have too much of but as you know, in my legacies verse stefan comes back to life in a different body. after being dead for 13 years, he's a baby witch, yadda yadda. betty is a teacher at the salvatore school, they end up reuniting and she at first can't believe it's him because of the new body but they make their way back to each other.

then we have a simpler tvd universe verse where they do end up getting married, having a life together & all that good stuff. <3 i don't recall her being a vampire for this one either.

and one more in the tvd universe that's not fully developed but we have a throuple type situation with one of @prophecey 's muses ( harry bingham ) where the three of them work out a lil situation. since they both love stefan so much heh. harry is another major crossover ship i have for him. care's betty & kt's harry are two of the few exclusives i have for canon muses bc i can't / won't see myself writing / shipping with other versions of either !

so yes, that is a big chunk of the salvacooper lore lol, i'm definitely missing pieces to their tvd verses but i adore and appreciate the question ! i could truly ramble about them & fabratore forever. thank you lovely !!! i apologize for how long this got ahhhh

[foreverisntenough]

you're on, and you're going fifth" for penalties and Trent's talking about manifestation?... NO, hun, you're getting fucked over!

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exactly!!! the fact that he didn’t realise this makes me so sad. like yes of course it worked in his favour but at the same time he was thrown to the wolves for the protection of other players. it wasn’t fair.

i loved your analysis and agree. no matter how strong you are, there’s not a chance in hell you go through what he went through in late 2022 with the media and not get essentially traumatised from it (as much as he is adamant that those times weren’t “dark” for him). the only people that have protected him have been klopp and liverpool fans, period, but on a large scale even that makes little to no difference.

I feel like he does know...

Let me be a little bit more parasocial about this. I really don't think Trent's dumb, but I also don't think his personality type fits his environment.

Sometimes people's emotions get really disregulated and I think he has had his emotions invalidated. And I don't mean that in like 'he can't control his emotions' I mean identifying and understanding his own emotions correctly. So much of his life is defined my performance results. If he won or if he lost. Everything in between isn't talked about. (sure, at home maybe, but even so)

Now, I don't know this man but let me just give you my opinion from an outside perspective as someone who has followed his career, and has watched him for years in turn...

I truly believe he's a reserved, introverted person; he's quiet, laidback, likes time alone. And that doesn't mean he doesn't like his people, or going out, doing things, but he very clearly has stated this. He likes to be alone. There's the Therabody video where he's like "I need to be alone after matches" or just recently Mo was like "well Tent can be moody and quiet so he usually listens while Andy talks." Also, he's notoriously cliquey, and I think it's a safeguarding thing; people he can be comfortable with and feel protected with.

He doesn't have a great attention span, he's very fidgety; like licking his lips, pulling his sleeves over his hands, but I think it's because he's very attuned to his surroundings. You can see he's very "aware" even in the style at which he plays. He's also very meticulous when it comes to "fitting in."

He's very good with people, people always say how polite he is, he's very keen to "please" others. But in my opinion, he's had to do this. It's just human preservation, this is 0 shade to him. It's life conditioning. We all do it, some though, more extreme than others.

And then you take someone who, even with all the travel of playing football for a big club, he still hasn't had to leave his home town, he had grown up in Melwood, a place he lived 10 minutes from, and becoming an adult was what? When they moved to AXA and he got his own house probably 30 min max from his family, and drove himself there? Like, nothing changed environmentally for him. Same manager, same family, same friends, same surroundings. (And I'm not saying he's not well versed in the world)

I know with playing football he's not "home" often but consider something like, birthdays. He's said, he rarely gets to spend his birthday with his family and as hard as that probably is, he also has the continuity of knowing that it has been like that since he was in his early teens. He's comfortable with that because every time, he's had the same people around him for that, in the same places.

So with all that said, at 18 you take someone whose a clear creature of comfort, thrust him into this spotlight where he knows nothing, the only thing he can do is rely on the people around him, fall to this "PR," what people have told him, he's supposed to say, what to do, where to go. The reason imo he even goes to LA is simply because Dele and Jesse Lingard used to go. He is looking to follow suit for safety. I'm sure he likes it, yeah it's fun, but he's said, he also likes the anonymity of going to America.

And I think for an innately reserved person, his body is constantly in abnormally high intensity, and highly spectated situations. It's not "normal" for a human being to know that almost 12 million people are looking at you, and to be able to manage that. That's not what humans were built to endure.

Sometimes I've seen people say in his demeanor he looks rude or he's disinterested, and while, sure maybe that's true some times and it could be down to his resting face, I think often it looks to me like an innate response, his body is telling him "I don't like this, I don't like this." And he's telling himself, yes do because his mind is very hell bent that he does like "this." And those things can coexist but it's very evidently not addressed. It's incredibly invalidating to do that to yourself but also incredibly common.

I think he’s a highly sensitive person. It’s a trait not 'sensitive' just as an adjective. Some key markers 1.He notices everything, he processes information so well. When he speaks you can hear it.  2. He needs or likes down time. After big exertions, he wants to just chill at home.  (I’m going off what he says he does ) 3. He has high intensity emotions, like he is the worst loser… but he also is the worst winner. 4. He’s really doesn’t like to be made fun of. He seems to worry so much about perception and in addition to that he will not let himself get embarrassed, it’s too vulnerable. 5. He's really empathetic to others. He's very close with his family, he created the after academy after seeing what happened to people around him after not making it.

So whether it's "PR" or it's his surroundings, constantly being around groups of boys that are all incredibly likeminded, he has to cling to one of those things and follow suit. It's the only way through all this.

I kid you not, before any footballer's interview, save some, as long as it's in english I could probably tell you exactly what they're going to say. I know what Trent will say in every interview now because it's a script. It's a script he can't stray from.

This isn't to say he lacks personality, I think he does have a personality, and there are so many people, players, staff, friends and family members that have spoken about how lovable and amazing he is. But I think he's stripped of a sense of self when he's in front of a camera now.

All this to say, with everything stacked against him as is, as far as his England NT career, he can't say shit about SG. In his opinion, it was safest not to.

These players can say it doesn't affect them, and to a degree, I'm sure that's true, but at a higher level, I think it's because they don't know it affects them and their environments are telling them, "It doesn't affect you," "it doesn't matter," "block it out," "just don't read it."

When in reality... This is a human being and not only that. He was 18 YEARS OLD in a champions league final. Your brain is not fully developed, not until your mid-to-late 20s... and he just turned 26 so tell me this person is not dealing with some sort of hurt about the possibility of the one constant in his life, the thing keeping him tethered to the comfort of his community, not caring about him- letting him go for free. He's not betraying them! They've betrayed him.

I'm sure there's a big part of him that is excited and wants to go to Madrid, he'll do great but as a young person, there must be equal amount of fear and sadness about leaving his home.

I really feel like in 20 years time we will have documentaries about the mental health of these players. It's so scary and sad to me and so that's why all of this is so insane to me.

Is this over analytical? Yes, massively. Is it boarderline delusional? Also yes. I know I don't know this man! Even so, I still feel like a lot of this is so obviously out in the open. But like many athletes, he's merely a walking money sign to media, to clubs, and sadly, to a lot of people.

End of, I just have a lot of empathy for him, because I think he carries a lot, whether or not he acknowledges it's there or not.

Like I said, I don't know him, this all very well could roll off his back and he be completely okay. And for him, I honestly hope that's the case.

[secret-engima]

@hamelin-born @a-world-in-grey

Honestly? I could see it. Or something similar to it yeah.

Might make a post later if I scrounge up more thoughts for this but atm I got nothing else to add.

So how exactly do Galahdians summon Ramuh. Because based on the way you write them I have this image of them just banging pots and pans together, shouting 'hey! old man! get down here, we need to talk to you.' Like the other Astrals are always talking about what rare, precious things they get in their offerings and Ramuh's just staring into the distance, a tear in his eye, going 'they used my name.'

Look, you know cat people? And how they feel so privileged when one of their cats deigns to be in the same room as them?

That’s Ramuh. He is basically the cat person of the Astrals and the Galahdians are the feral cats that he looks after.

The rest of the Astrals talk about the jewels and the prayers and shit that they get. They’re all very noble and snooty and proper. And then there’s Ramuh, who’s like “look at this behemoth corpse that a group of Galahdians dragged into one of my temples the other day! Isn’t it amazing?! Aren’t they amazing?! I have never been prouder of anyone in my life!” He is just so happy every time they use his name, he gushes about it and the way that they call him old man and does his absolute best to help his people because he loves them – look at how amazing they are.

Basically, Ramuh is just a complete dork (who may or may not be trolling the other Astrals).

As for summoning him – well, pots and pans are actually a very widely used method. Of course, there are people that prefer to go out during storms and scream at the sky, and those that love a good elaborate ritual that involves capturing some predator and giving it as an offering, but most people like the pots and pans method. (Look, summoning Ramuh is actually a bit of a giant joke to the Galahdians. Because he would totally turn up if you just said his name and is a bit of a pushover for his people – Ramuh has been invited to many a child’s tea party, which he has actually attended or sent gifts for – so they like to make everything as loud and funny as possible. Ramuh approves)

[fullyarmoredbattlesturgeon]

Could I have some resources please on the claim that under anarchism, disabled people would have no aid, especially insulin, etc. I'm an aspiring anarchist but I hear anti anarchists say this stuff and cannot find anything to rebutt their claims or proof of it! I want to be an anarchist, but I do not want disabled people such as myself to suffer under it if that's a true claim

here's a really good all-rounder for you, with sections on both disability and healthcare.

that's such an alien thought to me these days because so many of the anarchists i know are disabled, guess i forgot that there's people out there that think like that.

i gave ya a link, but im gonna share some of my own thoughts anyways.

the thing (that most of us(looking at you, ancaps)) are fighting for is explicitly a society built around mutual aid and accessibility for all.

why would we stop caring and providing for those around us, without the state telling us to?

if the state goes away, my mom and i will still mow and clean up my blind neighbor's lawn and shovel part of his sidewalk. If the state goes away, my sister is still going to watch the dog for our other neighbor who's a busy single mother and can't always be around. if the state goes away, i'm still going to be looking out for my houseless friends and trying to get them whatever help or support they need.

if that can be true on a personal level, why can't it be true on a organizational and professional level? would doctors magically stop being doctors? would people stop making prosthetics and mobility aids?

so why would insulin suddenly dissappear overnight?

does the president like, secrete it, or something?

no, it's made by relatively normal people who make it because it's their job to make it. in a more horizontally organized society, the only thing that would really change is that their workplace would be democratized, and in the context of a gift economy (or something similar) the insulin would be seen not as a product, but something to be given, just as food or water would be.

"from each according to their ability, to each according to their need", right?

care is not something magically handed down from the heavens, it is something that people *do*.

*we* care for us, and to some extent or another, we always have.

how that care is *organized* though, is a political question, and this is what anarchism seeks to change - under capitalism, care is generally something that you either have to pay for, is handed down through "charity", or is controlled and parceled out by the state.

authoritarian communists want to hand everything over to the state, and simply assume that the state will care for us once it controls everything. that nationalization is an unalloyed good, simply because the state ain't the bosses - making it inherently good since the bosses are inherently bad.

on the other hand, a lot of people have this stereotype of anarchists as unorganized, rowdy bandits - but it's not that anarchists don't believe in organization, rather we believe that we should organize as horizontally, freely and democratically that we can. that is to say, anarchists tend to be... less *optimistic* about depending solely on the good graces of an all-powerful state, regardless of what 'flavor' that power comes in.

we take care of us, right?

well, except for ancaps i guess, they think that everyone should just be thrown to the wolves. it's no wonder why everyone thinks the ancaps are clowns.

bit rambly, but hope that helps. this isn't exactly something I'm well-versed in, but even i can defend against arguments as simple as this.

oh and hey, thanks for asking! hope ya have a nice day.

[theonlymoongirl]

AMERICANA

"William took my boy. So. I've taken his."

Homelander never got to live out the apple pie life with Ryan; so Hughie Campbell will have to do.

Tags: whump, angst, non-consensual drug use, abduction, gaslighting, humiliation, violence, abuse, spanking, mouth washing, forced domestic discipline, 50s america but it's homelander, americana horror

Chapter Four Incentive

“We can either do this standing up, or we can do this over my knee.”

No matter how he tried to spin it, it didn’t feel good. Pissing on Becca’s promise within a month or two of making it to sacrifice Ryan for Hughie, or abandoning Hughie to his fate to keep Ryan out of Homelander’s clutches. Neither was a solution, but there was only one right choice. The boys and Starlight had all agreed that handing Ryan over to Homelander was a catastrophic idea. Even if they were to ignore the ethics of leaving a child with his murderous, Nazi fucking father, the inherent dangers of creating another Homelander was too big of a reason to ignore. Even the fact that Hughie himself would probably agree with the decision brought no comfort to Butcher. Hughie wasn’t the sort to throw anybody to the wolves if he could help it, especially not children.

The wound of Becca’s passing was still sore and wide open; Homelander taking Hughie was pouring salt in his blood. Butcher had to wonder just how much more he could stand. What else could Homelander take from him? How else could he make him suffer? Butcher hadn’t given Homelander an inch when he’d given the news, showing up at his flat to tell him in person what he had done with Hughie; but they both knew it was a front. There’d be no point to it all if it didn’t hurt.

The only silver lining was that, at least in theory, Hughie was still alive. There wasn’t much point in hostage negotiations without a hostage. Corpses made for poor bargaining chips. ‘Probably’ wasn’t good enough though. Until Butcher saw it with his own eyes, Hughie was Schrödinger's cat, both alive and dead. Homelander had promised proof, though was yet to make good on it; and in the meantime, there wasn’t much any of them could do besides wait. They could hardly plan a rescue mission if they didn’t even know where Hughie needed rescuing from. 

They were in the Flat Iron when it happened. Butcher was pouring himself his fourth whiskey of the day, pointedly ignoring the frowned looks of disapproval and concern that were thrown at him. Frenchie and Kimiko were skiving off at Frenchie’s desk, talking to one another in a silent blur of hands. M.M. was there, tidying up the place; no one had bothered to remind him yet that he didn’t work with them any more. He came every day on his lunch break, with the vain hope that they had something, in spite of assurances that he would be told as soon as they had anything.

Butcher knocked back his drink without a grimace and wondered how long it would all last.  Over forty eight hours without a word and the silence was reaching its breaking point. He’d snap sooner or later, say some things he’d regret, because Hughie wasn’t around to put him back in his place any more. No more canary to chirp harsh truths, to irritate him into making the right choice. Butcher wished he could feel free of his moral compass, but he was shackled by its absence.

With a sigh, he began to trawl through his emails,  trying to kid himself that he was working. Not in the way Hughie was. It wasn’t the scrambled email address that piqued his interest, nor that it got flagged as spam. It was the heading. Butcher wasn’t versed well in technology. He was no luddite, but he wasn’t overly fond of it. He could hear Hughie scolding him for clicking the link, talking about how he technically knew more about hardware than software, but he knew enough to know that the antivirus they had wasn’t the best, despite being a branch of the government. He wished the kid was there so he could smack him upside the head and tell him to shut up.

For once, it was a good thing he didn’t listen to Hughie.

It took him a second to understand what it was that he was seeing. It was a live camera feed of different empty rooms and a lawn at different angles, surrounded by thick forest. It took a little navigation before he found him. Before he found them .

“Shit.”

Heads turned at Butcher’s breathy exclamation. His gaze didn’t waver. If he blinked, he might miss it. If he moved, Hughie might be gone again, forever.

“It’s Hughie.”

The other three scrambled to Butcher’s desk, crowding around his chair to stare at the screen; and there he was, living and breathing, the tinny sounds of his footsteps just audible. Following Homelander outside. Butcher scrambled to click on the right screen at Frenchie and M.M.’s insistence to follow Hughie. They watched, breaths held tighter in their chests with every step, watching Hughie walk to the tree like he was about to face a firing squad. What happened next was too quick for anyone to actually see. There was a collective shout of dismay as they saw lasers firing directly at Hughie, but horror quickly turned to confusion. For Hughie was now in the forefront of the shot, panting hard and completely naked. The conclusion was reached at the same time, but Butcher was the one who verbalised their realisation.

“He turned him into a fucking supe.”

There were no microphones outside, so they could only guess what it was that was happening. They saw Hughie’s dismay and embarrassment, turned to panic as Homelander moved over to him. From what Butcher could guess, it looked like a countdown on Homelander’s lips. Hughie disappeared without warning and Butcher was left scrambling to find where he’d gone. Naked still, he was in a bedroom, rifling through its drawers.

“He cannot teleport his clothes,” Frenchie murmured.

“He’s lucky to be alive, dosin’ him up with V.”

If Butcher wasn’t enraptured with the live feed, then he was drinking in the proof of Hughie’s life remaining intact. There wasn’t space in his head to question why he’d been turned into a supe. They could muse on Homelander’s insanity later. For now, they all watched Hughie go down the stairs. While the outside wasn’t miked up, the house seemed to be bugged at every corner.

“No, no, no, no, no,” M.M. muttered, as Hughie’s voice rose and Homelander’s became more serious.

“What are you fuckin’ doin’, lad?” Butchered murmured, leaning in closer to the screen.

When pushed, Hughie tended to run his mouth. Butcher had thought the kid to be smart enough to button his lip when talking to his captor, but emotions were evidently running too high for rational thought; and Homelander had run out of patience. They all flinched as one as they watched Homelander grab Hughie by his ear, dragging him to his side. Whiskey and bile roiled painfully in the pit of Butcher’s stomach as the sounds of Hughie’s cries came through his computer. Butcher had never witnessed a car crash before, but he’d seen shit worse than car crashes. He’d learnt to look away, because there was no point adding another scar to his collection, because after the tenth and twentieth and thirtieth time of seeing some horrific shit, it lost its magnetism; but not this time. He had to watch. Butcher was compelled. Whatever Homelander was about to do, he needed to see it. If he was on the cusp of snuffing out one of the last few lights in his life, then he needed to bear witness.

Nobody breathed as they watched Homelander hoist Hughie under his arm like he didn’t weigh a thing. The horror remained as Homelander roughly tugged down Hughie’s pants; but then, bafflement took over everything. Homelander wasn’t killing him. What he was doing could barely pass as a form of torture; but it did class as child abuse.

Uncomfortable didn’t cut it. Seeing Hughie being beaten up would have been its own kind of torture, but there was a whole layer to this that was entirely different. It was more than just seeing him in pain. They were watching him be humiliated. Homelander was treating him like a child, scolding him like a child and Hughie was incapable of doing anything besides responding like one. By being audience to his punishment, they became unwilling participants in his humiliation; and they themselves were being punished by witnessing it. Hughie probably had no idea they were watching. He hadn’t seemed to notice the cameras yet; but Homelander knew and that was enough. It was plenty.

He had been meticulous. There were no blindspots. Every camera in the room offered a different angle to Hughie’s mortification, and the sounds of struck flesh and his furious cries were being picked up on every microphone.

Nobody was able to tear themselves away. The feed was in colour, so they could see the angry colour Homelander’s hand left behind. They watched Hughie flail, heard his angry screeches, saw his legs kick and his fists pound, yet Homelander didn’t waver. It was when Homelander’s voice cut through the tumult of pain and fury did Butcher finally act. He heard Hughie again, trying to explain to him how you couldn’t just unplug computers at the socket, Butcher, it wasn’t good for them, you had to shut it down first. He ripped out the plug.

Butcher sat up and turned to them all, a hard look in his eye.

“We didn’t see that. None of us saw it, alright? When we find him, we didn’t see diddly fuckin’ squat. Got it?”

A chorus of solemn, tight lipped nods were his response. But then-

“Turn it back on.”

Butcher’s head snapped to M.M., strong arms folded across a broad chest. His face was pinched in a brittle expression, worry and anger and nearly everything that Butcher felt reflected back at him.

“What?” Butcher snapped. “You ain’t seen enough?”

“It’s still Homelander. I wanna make sure Hughie’s not dead.”

Butcher paused, then bent down to plug his computer back in with a muttered swear on his breath. It was a tense wait for everything to come back to life, but the feed was back on the screen soon enough. They heard the muffled sounds of screaming before Butcher could find the right screen. It only brought a little comfort to see that Homelander wasn’t present, but not much more. Hughie was kneeling on a bed, a pillow wrapped in his arms and crushed against his face, shoulders bowed as he curled around himself. Another moment they weren’t supposed to see. Homelander had weaponised their need for proof, forcing them to invade his privacy, turning them into unwitting voyeurs.

“He ain’t dead.” Butcher clicked off of the feed. They had already seen too much. “That’s enough.”

He sat back in his chair, staring at the email. It was better than nothing. It would be encrypted to all hell and it wasn’t good enough, not in the slightest, but it was something. He read the heading and felt the desire for violence coil in his gut.

INCENTIVE.

Homelander was going to die. Even if Butcher went down in the process.

-

The adrenaline crash hit Hughie hard. He’d had no intention of falling asleep, but somehow he ended up collapsed face first on the bed, the pillow still wrapped in his arms. The sun was setting outside, yet despite its parting, the room was pleasantly warm. Hughie pushed himself up. He rested on his hip and rubbed his face with both hands. Fuck. Homelander was probably still downstairs. Colour rose to his face as he thought back on what had happened. Just thinking about it was making him cringe.

It wasn’t just what had happened either. It was his response to it. The thought of how he’d dangled off of Homelander’s arm, thrashing and screeching, rather than taking it still and silent made him nauseous. It would have been better if Homelander had just beaten him up. Torture would have been better. Torture wasn’t… that . It wasn’t something you did to kids. Not that anybody should hit their kids, but a spanking was a punishment traditionally intended for children and that was why Homelander had done it. Because it cut deeper than a simple beating. Because it made Hughie small.

It was to infantilize and humiliate, and the worst thing about it all was that it had worked. Hughie had been humiliated. He was mortified. It made him want to curl up in a hole and never come back out. Because it was “for children”, the fact that he’d reacted the way he did made it so much worse. Crying out when you were being beaten was understandable. Screaming whilst being tortured was acceptable. But kicking up a fuss over being spanked? That was just pathetic. It was laughable. It had hurt too. It was still hurting now, the sting faded to a warm ache.

Hughie pulled his hands away from his face and looked down at them, as if his palms held all the answers. His shoulders slumped in a bone weary sigh. How the fuck had his life come to this? Abducted by a psychopath forcing him to play house. Forcing drugs and powers upon him just so he could fit into his fantasy. How long would this go on for? Or rather, how long could Hughie survive? 

“Hughie?”

Homelander’s voice came up from downstairs, but Hughie jolted as though it had been whispered in his ear.

“Y-yeah?”

“It’s time for dinner.”

Hughie’s face returned to his hands. It hadn’t been twenty four hours and he already wanted to die.

“Okay, I’m coming,” he called, reluctance seeping into his tone.

Hughie trudged to the kitchen, the back of his neck and his cheeks already burning. In spite of his embarrassment, Hughie forced himself to look Homelander dead in the eye when he came into the kitchen. It didn’t matter that the face he put on was kind, that the smile he wore was gentle. He knew what it was trying to hide: an insufferable smugness.

“How are you feeling, kiddo?”

For once, Hughie finally understood Butcher. He’d always wondered how he’d managed to stand up to Homelander, talking to him as though he couldn’t slice him in half at any second. It was his rage. It overrode even the instincts of self preservation. For just one moment, Hughie would have given anything to punch Homelander, regardless of the consequences. Unlike Butcher though, his desire to survive was greater than his fury. For now.

“Fine.”

Homelander hummed. It took all of Hughie’s willpower not to back away as Homelander moved towards him. Resistance was pointless. Even suped up, it was obvious that Homelander was still far more powerful than Hughie. He could do little more than yell when Homelander pulled him forward, wrapping an arm around his chest, pinning his arms to his side.

“Hey!”

Two fingers had snaked between Hughie’s waistband and were already working them down.

“It’s alright,” Homelander chuckled, sending a thrill of embarrassment up Hughie’s spine. “I’m just checking on how you’re doing.”

“I’m fine!” Hughie yelled, trying to wriggle out of Homelander’s grasp, but fingers bit into the flesh of his upper arm and the almighty arm squeezed until pulling in a deep breath was nearly impossible.

“We can either do this standing up.” Hughie could hear already how Homelander’s patience was beginning to thin. “Or we can do this over my knee.”

Hughie slumped forward, head hanging low. Fuck. What choice did he really have? He couldn’t stop Homelander and he had no idea how to use his powers or if they could even be useful in this situation. Maybe he couldn’t teleport great distances? If he could, it was far too early to tell and Hughie wasn’t about to try it now.

“Which one, Hughie?” Homelander asked, the sternness in his tone bordering on dangerous.

“Standing up,” Hughie mumbled, monotone and defeated.

“Good boy.”

Hughie’s form stiffened, shoulders hunched up to his ears, his face burning hot as Homelander bared his ass once more. A noise escaped his clenched jaw as a splayed hand gave a generous rub over his cheeks and thighs.

“Hm. You’re still pretty pink, Hughie.”

Hughie had never prayed so hard for the earth to swallow him up before now.

“Your healing factor’s pretty slow,” Homelander commented casually, pulling up Hughie’s clothes once more with a loud snap of his waistband.

The arm keeping him in place finally released him, but Hughie remained where he was. He had nothing to say. His face burned. His vow to keep eye contact was broken. He couldn’t even raise his head. His hands were curled into fists, tremors rippling up his arms. Was this supposed to be his place in life? The victim. The loser. The pathetic one, the small one. To be always humiliated and forever looked down upon, no matter how hard he raged against it? It wasn’t fair. He didn’t deserve this. It wasn’t fair.

“Hey.”

It took Hughie a second for his brain to catch up. Both arms encircled him this time. A hand was between his shoulder blades, another on his head. Stroking his hair. His chest was pressed flat against Homelander’s. His eyes widened.

“I just needed to make sure you were alright. Okay?”

Rage was watered down with fear and confusion. Being held by a man who could turn him into lunch meat with one squeeze gave Hughie a stark reminder of his mortality. If Homelander wanted him to sink into the embrace, Hughie would just have to disappoint. He was actively fighting off the urge to shove Homelander off him. He didn’t want him anywhere near him. He didn’t raise his arms. He stood, awkward and stiff, praying for it to be over.

“Okay,” he answered. There was nothing else to say and luckily for him, it worked.

Homelander finally pulled away. He clasped Hughie by his arms, giving him a squeeze and a smile. “C’mon. Let’s eat before it gets cold.”

Hughie nodded and hoped that at least one of them would choke on their food so that this nightmare could end.

I will always write my fics for free. I will not write faster because of tips or slower from the lack of them. Tips are greatly appreciated, but not at all expected or demanded

[founderscouncil]

plots pls for regina( with hope, klaus, anyone?); mia/finch; coda/lottie

send me “plots please” and I’ll respond with  3  (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses! 

regina and klaus - they probably have a lot to talk about as people willing to play the villain in other people's stories, but are often not given much credit for having become such a villain due to the actions of their parents. regina with cora and klaus with mikael has a number of parallels, most strikingly the constant degradation and derision that they're weak, powerless, etc. they've both been hardened by life and both have done awful and unforgivable things, but they also probably could connect on their attempts to do good and be better, only to have their pasts thrown into their face

regina and hope - okay we could go one of two ways with this: a standard canon-esque relationship where regina sees hope very similar to henry (and emma). she's a child that serves as the lynchpin to the story, and she's remarkable in every way. in many ways, hope has exactly what regina wants, which is to maintain immortality without having to give up her magic. however, especially in a post-henry world (which is almost always how i'll play regina), she's not going to be as willing to harm a random child, even for her own gains. if anything, i can see her offering herself up as a resource for hope, to teach her some of the lost magic that she knows or expertise in dark objects (or teach her how to do the heart spell idk); ALTERNATIVELY we could do pre-evil queen regina who still believes in love and idk maybe instead of getting promised to some creepy old king, she gets promised to the tribrid and they have to deal with arranged marriage bs

regina and bellatrix - LISTEN I JUST NEED THE HOT EVIL MAGIC MILFS PLEASE

mia and finch #1 - pre-finch's appearance in canon, mia, loren and flori go to the grill and get seated in finch's section. loren and flori make fun of how red mia gets when finch flirts with her

mia and finch #2 - as an alternative to josie finding finch when she transfers to mfhs, i find it pretty hard to believe that there's an untrained werewolf under the noses of the school for longer than a few months and it seems like finch has been doing things for at least a year (since she was around when maya was in town), maybe a verse where mia finds finch, maybe fairly soon after she's brought to the school? finch is living the life that mia was just rescued from, on her own, while also trying to go to high school. it'd be a far less traumatic way for her to be introduced to the world of the supernatural

mia and finch #3 - this time in your lore, where after tiva is murdered and mia leaves len, they run into each other. i'd probably keep tvdu lore for finch but she'd still be in the part of her journey where she's not sure what the hell is going on and she thinks she's the only one out there. and it's just two feral teenagers trying to figure out the world, even if they're not exactly alike, but close enough for it to be meaningful

coda and lottie #1 - i vaguely remember you saying vampire lottie like once and now i need it. unlike most wolves, coda tends to be more suspicious of witches bc of what she went through with the hollow, so lottie being a vampire wouldn't outright deter her. also she's a golden retriever, so lottie could smile at her once and she'll be smitten (me too coda)

coda and lottie #2 - yj au where coda and lottie met in group therapy when they were kids (coda after her parents died, lottie bc her dad is a dick). she's not part of the soccer team and doesn't go to wiskayok high at all, but they bond over trauma and stuff and idk maybe they reconnect post-rescue

coda and lottie #3 - rich girl x kid from the wrong side of town and no one knows why they get along but they do. coda is all instinct and action while lottie is more cerebral and mindful, but it balances them out. is this supernatural or human or a different third thing? idk i'm just vibing

[raven-6-10]

@secret-engima @a-world-in-grey

Another possibility to consider is the Marilith attack. 

We know it was likely outside of Insomnia since it's a daemon attacking them, but I don't think it's confirmed that Regis was actually there from the beginning. If instead, say, he went back to Insomnia early because Something Important came up and left Noctis with a contingent of Guards... well.

The Vitae who killed the daemon attacking a group of people did not expect to see the boy wounds close themselves up. Certainly not without a magical intervention. Except it's not their magic doing the healing. This is Concerning.

Every other adult nearby is dead, the Guards who actually managed to carry Noctis quite away from the site of initial attack (they tried to run for the nearest Haven while others slowed the Marilith down). 

So in true Galahdian fashion, the Vitae shrugs and says Free Kid! and packs Noctis away to Galahd. Because the Ulrics obviously are missing a kid. Even if they didn't know about his existence before.

I had an Idea. Have you ever considered a TttW AU where Regis is already king and was only told about the whole ritual thing and his sister only being dead, but never sent to Galahd? Where potentially he does this ritual to Noctis just so there is physical proof for his council but when Noctis is shown to be cursed he goes “Oh HELLS no” and keeps it secret like a Good Dad? Maybe this ends up with him searching for help. Searching for clues on what this curse is supposed to be? (Part 1)

lunarcatninja said: (Cont.) Eventually his findings brings him to Galahd with its strange wall that Mors called cursed and off limits. Shenanigans ensue once he gets there? Maybe when Nyx is a teenager? I dunno. It seems like a fun playground for this world you’ve built that I’m already loving. Like. Any point in TttW’s timeline seems so interesting to explore! (Part 2 end ask)

I did actually give thought on something similar yeah! But at the moment I don’t even have the first chapter of TttW finished so it’s a little early to ponder AUs of an AU XDDD.

Might end up doing an OVA thing of that someday though. Maybe. Because it’s a cool bunny.

Also picture Ardyn learning that the Chosen King has HIS magic. Is a Cursed Child that was never abandoned and that … confuses them to know end.

Another AU facet to this AU idea would be if Regis kept it secret from everyone, including Noctis, until like- something happens and he gets- idk kidnapped and taken out of Insomnia as a 13-15, then takes a fatal hit while escaping but WAKES UP and is just- freaking out like crazy and is disorientated from magic exhaustion and bloodloss and a Vitae finds him and is like- oh. Bby teenage Ulric. Come along Bby Ulric. We go home now. And when Noctis wakes up he is Definitely Not Home.

Cue Noctis going through the Culture Shenanigans and trying to convince everyone that SERIOUSLY. HIS DAD DID NOT ARRANGE HIS MURDER. LET ME CALL MY DAD AND GO HOME and all the Clans being Skeptical until Regis shows up personally and breaks into Galahd with his old gang (Cid and Weskham included plus Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto) to rescue his bby boy. XDDD

Ardyn is Intrigued.

[ultrajustjo]

Week 4: Visio divina

Saint Mary Magdalen Holding a Crucifix/The Flagellation banner

This week, I step away from architecture, but not from function: this 15th-century banner was used for processions, hidden from view, defaced (you'll see what I did there, in just a moment), and resurrected (ooohhhh, bad).

Public domain photo of Spinello's Saint Mary Magdalen Holding a Crucifix/(reverse) The Flagellation housed in the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Visio divina

Welcome, welcome. It's a rainy day, again, here in New York, and my SAD is chomping at the bit, but I'm working hard to keep it tamped down. So far, I'm holding it at bay. That lousy rain, however, washed out my nature walk at Art Omi for both Saturday and today (Wednesday). I'm not really an outdoor girl during a rainstorm, so I went to a funeral today, instead.

The sun will surely shine before my summer project here ends, and I will share about the outdoor sculptures at Art Omi later. Today, we are back in NYC with Renaissance art. Here's the shot I took on June 4, 2023:

You see now why I used the public domain shot. The banner was larger than life, but difficult to photograph.

You can read about its provenance here:

The verses

Today's reading is Matthew 7: 15-20. When I first read it today, my thoughts centered on the fruit trees. After examining the banner again, looking solely at the side with Mary Magdalene, my thoughts return to those who are dressed as sheep. I ponder how dressing applied to those in the portrait, and how it applies to us today.

(and Jesus said,)

15 "Take care. There are prophets who are not true. They come to you dressed like sheep, but inside they are like wolves, bad animals that kill sheep.

16 You will know them by the things they do. People do not pick fruit like grapes from thistles. They do not pick fruit like figs from thorn trees.

17 In the same way, every good tree has good fruit. But a bad tree has bad fruit.

18 A good tree cannot have bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot have good fruit.

19 Every tree that does not have good fruit is cut down and thrown into a fire.

20 So you will know them by the things they do, good or bad fruit."

The meditation

My contemplation of this piece was informed by the piece's background description found on the Met's website, linked above. The brothers of the religious fraternity that commissioned the banner are shown kneeling at Mary's feet wearing robes and hoods. Such clothing has negative and harsh social and religious undertones in American society, but the fraternity used the anonymity of hoods to perform charitable acts following the injunction by Christ to do good works without seeking praise. (Matt. 6) Keep these contrasts in mind as you examine the art and scriptures, and pray.

I am not looking at the reverse side of the banner this week, but it is included below. The face of Jesus was cut out and removed more than a century ago, and the damaged side hidden beneath a different tapestry. More on that story is included at the link to the banner's provenance. The hooded brothers on Mary's side of the banner wear robes open to the back to flagellate themselves. The musical angels reflect the fraternity's sung hymns in worship, as well as a folk tale about Mary Magdalene.

With this background in mind, what are you drawn to in this banner? Its colors? It's subjects? What details are you curious about? Did Spinello Aretino do a good job reflecting the story of Mary and the story of the fraternity?

What words in the scripture stood out to you? Where does your eye rest when you view the text? How do you feel about them -- calm, confused, angry, inspired, irritated?

Time now to sit for a moment in silence and let God continue to dwell with you.

[blackwldcw]

So, basically, BA’s backstory in their Earthspark verse is the same. They’re a Eukarian who left their home by fabricating a space-worthy ship from scraps from the Forbidden City. (Whether or not they still grow up with Tarantulas is up to plotting.) They hear of the war and they’re indignant at the suffering of their distant relatives. They join as a Decepticon.

But as the war moves from Cybertron to Earth, they start to feel disenchanted with the whole affair. They, like Tarantulas, aren’t appreciated for their work, and they aren’t willing to destroy an entire world just for a scant amount of resources and ownership rights. But they also aren’t willing to become an Autobot, either. They feel that Optimus is foolishly optimistic and naïve, and they don’t trust GHOST. They’ve read enough human history books to know better.

Shortly after the destruction of the space bridge, Blitzwing was captured by GHOST. They sacrificed themselves so that she could escape. She searched for them for years until losing hope.

She avoided mecha from either side. As they are more organic in nature than show canon Tarantulas, it was easier for them to construct a human holoform device. Enter Dr. Aranea Noir. They become a biology professor, and later, when they hear of frequent GHOST activity in Witwicky, a colleague of Alex Malto. They don’t dare to hope, but maybe there is a chance of reuniting with some familiar faces, like Tarantulas or Blitzwing. Maybe there is a chance of saving just some, and building a way for them to go back to Cybertron.

If they find out about the Terrans, they are going to be protective tm. They are members of a new generation. They are innocent and full of hope and promise. If GHOST wants to capture them, they have another thing coming.

They still respect Megatron as their former leader, but are severely disappointed that he’s thrown his people to the wolves, as it were. Humans hold grudges. Did he NOT think that Decepticon POWs would become experiments and victims of torture? They argue and fight and bicker, but they still look out for each other at the end of the day.

They distrust and borderline loathe most Autobots, however. When Optimus tried speaking to them for the first time after the war, they ignored him. Blatantly. While asking, “Did someone hear something? I think the wind just picked up.”

Out of all the Terrans, she’d probably be closest to Nightshade. They speak each other’s language when it comes to science, and they both are socially awkward.

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Matthew 7:15-20 15:

"Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves.  16 You will know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes from thornbushes or figs from thistles?  17 Even so, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit.  18 A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a bad tree bear good fruit.  19 Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.  20 Therefore by their fruits you will know them.

Can you tell good fruit from bad fruit? Are you sure?

Some of those bearing bad fruit are wearing sheep’s clothing. You can’t always tell by looking. The ravenous wolf can be disguised by smooth words. The ravenous wolf can be disguised by lies.

Dr. Thiel shines the light of the word of God on some ravenous wolves.

 If you are being disparaged for the word of God, is it possible that you are actually bearing good fruit? If there are some that lie about you and deceive others about the work you do for the kingdom of God, could that be an indication that you are actually bearing good fruit?

Dr. Thiel brings the truth to light with several verses quoted from the Holy Bible.

What are some of the works that fulfill the definition of bearing good fruit? Is it God that determines what is good fruit and what is bad? Or is it man? What fruits are you bearing? Would you like to be part of producing good fruit by helping fulfill Matthew 24:14 and Romans 11:25?

Dr. Thiel shows you how to become a part of the body of Christ that is bearing good fruit by fulfilling those scriptures and more.

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Itchy Ears

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Isaiah 41:13 For I, the LORD your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, 'Fear not, I am the one who helps you.'

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ Matthew 7:15 Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly, they are ferocious wolves.

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SUBJECT: Itchy Ears

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM WATCHING OUT

I AM LISTENING TO GOD

I AM HEARING GOD

I AM MIGHTY

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READ TIME: 7 Minutes & 6 Seconds

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THOUGHTS:

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 At one time, they had this series of counterfeit $50.00 dollar bills going around, and the only way to tell it was fake was to get a pen, but if you didn’t have a pen and you were looking at it, you couldn’t tell the difference, one day my dad had gotten one of theses bills , and he tried to use it to put into his account, at the ATM  and the ATM wouldn’t take it so he takes it inside, and the lady uses the pen and said it was fake she asked where did he get it from I think he said he got it from another place of business he was shopping at, but with his natural eye he couldn’t tell the difference

   So, the lady told him they had had a lot of people come in and had the same issue; the next week, he got another one, and this time, he was on guard for it being a counterfeit

he didn’t want the hassle because every time he had a $50.00 bill, he had to go back to the bank

 Sometimes, we can stop an issue if we have another source, and our source is God. He can show us a counterfeit prophet if we take the necessary steps to pray; the spirit of discernment doesn’t happen overnight. It happens when we pray, read our word, and wait to hear God's voice. Many don’t want to take the necessary steps to avoid the wolves in sheep's clothes. Some of us make excuse after excuse about it, but we must take the steps

Verse 16-20: By their fruit, you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes or figs from thistles? Likewise, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. 18 A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit. 19 Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. 20 Thus, by their fruit, you will recognize them.

  It tells us that we can recognize them, too, by the fruits they bear; a lot of people can see the fruit someone is bearing and still overlook what they are doing because they think maybe it was just a one time slip-up, or maybe this isn’t what’s happening, but my mom always says when someone shows you the first time who they are, that’s who they are, and take them at face value. Many people show us, and we are too naïve to remove ourselves from the prophet or pastor, but God gives us a small level of discernment.

   Still, it only grows when we pay attention, and when we allow God to show us, we must open our ears and eyes. Hence, God can show us what and who we are. What is God showing you? Don’t take for granted the gift God is trying to give you- knowledge about someone. Allow God to use you so that you can lead other people out of this situation; a lot of us are being misled every day, and it is because we refuse to hear the voice of God about the wolves in sheep's clothing in our lives.

1 John 4:1 Beloved, do not believe every spirit but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, for many false prophets have gone out into the world.

    False prophets are everywhere, but sometimes, we can see them coming, and sometimes, we don't. We can never be sure, but if you ask God for discernment, you can easily spot a false prophet from a real one.

What happens is people get comfortable with situations, and they don’t want to change them; they want to stay the same because that’s what the enemy has us thinking that’s it’s okay to entertain false prophets, and it isn’t; the more we entertain false prophets, the longer we will entertain any kind of sin.

 2 Timothy 4:3 For the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears, they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their passions

  The problem is we want people to tell us our sins are okay to do; we want people to tell us that God says it’s okay we do this or that, but friends, it isn’t people will entertain anything that speaks up for their sins so they can continue to do it. The Bible warns against that; it tells us that people want this. They desire a pastor or a teacher who plays both sides of the fence. When really and truly, that makes us feel warm.

  ***Today, we learned that we could defend ourselves against false prophets and teachers; if we have discernment; a lot of us don’t use this because we don’t know we have this ability, and we do, but we must always use it. To grow in this, we must stay constantly connected to God.

  Matthew 24:11 And many false prophets will arise and lead many astray.

  If we continue to walk in this way, they will lead many astray because we aren’t allowing God to show us; we are allowing our flesh to win, and when we start to do that, we will lose every time, the Lord wants us to walk by our spirit, not in the flesh because when we walk in the spirit, we can see every false teacher. Still, when we walk in the flesh, we are subject to fall prey to things we shouldn’t and to accept things we shouldn’t; if you feel you have fallen prey, allow God to lead you and show you how to discern things that aren’t right.

 ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, we thank you for everything. We ask you to be with us and show us the way. Father, help us not to fall prey to the things of the flesh, and help us to listen to you when you speak. Lord, we thank you so much for everything. Lord, help us to hear you when you speak and walk in you and not against you. Lord, we praise you for everything; we praise you for the love you give us. We ask you to grow the discernment that we have, in Jesus' Name, Amen

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REFERENCES

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+ Jeremiah 23:16 Thus says the Lord of hosts: “Do not listen to the words of the prophets who prophesy to you, filling you with vain hopes. They speak visions of their own minds, not from the mouth of the Lord.

 

+ Deuteronomy 18:20 But the prophet who presumes to speak a word in my name that I have not commanded him to speak, or who speaks in the name of other gods, that same prophet shall die.’

 

+ Romans 16:18 For such persons do not serve our Lord Christ, but their appetites, and by smooth talk and flattery they deceive the hearts of the naive.

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FURTHER READINGS

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Proverbs 21

Psalm 15

Job 16

Isaiah 10

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