#also i didn't specify how you died so you can imagine

[xanasaurusrex]

plss im so in love w diors clarisse,,, maybe smth with her showing off during capture the flag for r,,,

clarisse showing off during capture the flag clarisse la rue x reader a/n: so this was kinda a drabble kinda a fic idk it's longer than i meant for it to be but i like it so i'm not mad. honestly this y/n is kinda hecate!child coded so you can read it like that but i didn't specify the godly parent so you can imagine her however you want (: taglist: @asvterias @lvrue @thewritingbarbie @kroumi (let me know if you want to be on my taglist or if you want to be removed!)

y/n and clarisse had been dancing around each other romantically for months now.

y/n was a new camper, and had arrived during the winter months, when there were very few campers still there. her mortal parent had died at the same time the monsters started finding her. thankfully, her satyr protector managed to get her to camp in one piece. with a few scratches, yes, but ultimately safe.

during the winter, when there were only a limited amount of people to be around, y/n found herself gravitating towards clarisse la rue, an ares kid.

the other campers had warned y/n away from clarisse, claiming that she was mean and angry and was a hard person to be around. she was dependable in battle, according to them, but other than that, they all tended to steer clear of her.

y/n wasn't finding that that was her experience with clarisse, though.

whenever she was with clarisse, she was gentle and kind and funny, and y/n found herself wanting to be with her at any and all times of the day.

since camp didn't experience weather the same way the outside world did, there were a few times during the winter when the rules were more lax due to the smaller amount of campers, they snuck away from their respective cabins and camped in the woods. it became a thing that was special to the two of them, time for them to just be with each other.

it was those camping trips that y/n started thinking that maybe her relationship with clarisse was a bit more complicated than just a friendship.

unbeknownst to y/n, clarisse had practically fallen in love with y/n the second she laid eyes on her.

the two were inseparable, practically attached at the hip. it was pretty much common knowledge at this point within camp that if you could see one of them, the other was close by.

capture the flag.

one of the most fun days of camp half blood, and also the most serious at the same time.

a day where campers with beef could be on opposite teams and duke out their problems with each other without consequence, but mostly just a day for one team to capture the flag of the other's, and have bragging rights for the next twelve months until the next capture the flag day came around.

clarisse loved playing capture the flag at camp.

it was definitely mostly because she was a daughter of ares, the god of war, and she felt most confident in herself with her magic spear in hand, wearing armor, and stabbing at someone.

a strange way to feel the most confident, but it was.

y/n had never seen clarisse on a capture the flag day, and she was really on board with it.

clarisse looked really good wearing her battle armor, holding her magic spear so carefully, and yet throwing it around with so much confidence.

she could barely takes her eyes off her.

thankfully, y/n and clarisse's cabins had both been placed on the same team (which may or may not be because clarisse had begged chiron for this, but who's to say?), so clarisse was going to be able to work with y/n and not against her.

that would've been awkward....

when clarisse was coming up with the plan for capture the flag last week, mysteriously, the plan started revolving around her and y/n being together at all times.

strange... how things pan out....

when one of her siblings pointed this out, clarisse made sure to fix them with a glare so full of malice they turned away and didn't make any more comments.

as clarisse looked down at her battle plan, she started imagining herself taking down the blue team members with ease, and standing in the background was y/n, swooning over her.

"so, what's our game plan?"

her voice caught clarisse totally off guard, causing her to whip around quickly. clarisse had been shocked out of her mind so suddenly that it took her a few seconds to register what was in front of her.

it was y/n. in battle armor for capture the flag. and she was obsessed with it.

during the winter months, there aren't really any reason for campers to wear their armor, unless obviously there's an attack on the camp, but since there hadn't been any over the winter when she had come to camp, there had been no reason to.

clarisse was sure it had something to do with her father being the god of war, but seeing her wearing camo pants a breastplate, with a sword at her side made her look even more beautiful to clarisse.

"do you... like it?" she asked, a slight teasing lilt to your voice.

clarisse snapped herself out of it, realizing that she had taken a bit more time than she intended to examine y/n's outfit.

"y-yeah, you look... you look amazing, y/n," a small smile passed onto clarisse's face. she mentally cursed herself for stuttering. who even was she? not a person who stuttered, she had thought.

but there was just something about y/n that challenged everything clarisse had thought about herself.

y/n blushed slightly at the compliment, but managed to regain her composure quickly. "thanks," the two shared a small smile. "seriously though, what's our game plan? where am i gonna be?"

clarisse beamed at your interest in the battle plan, and quickly did a run down with her. she mentioned as casually as she could that the two of them would be together the whole time pretty much, with practically no time apart.

the conch sounded, and then everything went into action.

clarisse did her usual hunt of the red team part of the woods, and with y/n at her side, it made her all the more determined to find someone to fight with.

as the two were prowling the woods (or really, clarisse was prowling, and y/n was walking alongside her, admiring the beauty of the woods), y/n stopped suddenly, letting out a loud and dramatic gasp.

clarisse immediately activated her spear and started looking around frantically in search of the danger, and was confused when she found none.

she looked curiously over at where y/n was, and saw her kneeling on the ground in front of a patch of wildflowers, looking at it with childlike wonder in her eyes.

clarisse let out a relieved sigh that everything was okay, and no one from blue team was trying to take y/n as a hostage, but then she became confused.

"what are you doing?" clarisse asked, coming up behind her.

y/n reached forward silently, and quickly plucked one of the white wildflowers from the ground. she stood up facing clarisse, and then stepped towards her. the two were now incredibly close, their noses practically touching, their breaths mingling.

all the air left clarisse's lungs.

with a soft smile on her face, she gently tucked the wildflower behind clarisse's ear.

neither of them knew what to say next. this was such an intimate gesture, such a gentle act that clarisse had never experienced the likes of before. her life had been full of anger and violence, and this moment right here was something new. something... exciting.

this moment was so very y/n, and clarisse loved it.

unfortunately, the moment was broken by the sound of a twig snapping behind them. clarisse rolled her eyes at the blue team members that had undoubtedly thought they were being very sneaky.

clarisse couldn't control the slight smirk that was slowly forming at the thought of showing off her fighting skills in front of y/n, though, so she guessed it wasn't all too bad.

for the cherry on top, clarisse winked at y/n, before spinning around and stabbing the chestplate of one of the blue team members that had attempted to sneak up on the two of them.

the battle was loud and exciting and over quickly, since the two blue team kids were pretty good at sword fighting, but were no match for clarisse and her spear.

once clarisse had defeated them and the kids had surrendered, she turned back to y/n with a smirk on her face.

y/n approached clarisse slowly. she took in her face quietly for any injuries, and gently assessed a small cut she'd sustained from one of the other kids swords before she'd knocked it out of his hand.

y/n's eyes then went to the wildflower still somehow tucked into clarisse's ear. it was askew slightly, so her hand went up to adjust it, making sure it was secure, before her hand landed on clarisse's cheek.

"impressive," was all she said, a large smile on her face.

clarisse smiled widely as well, and couldn't help feeling triumphant.

[anastacialy]

actually, fuck it, i AM writing the essay, even if no one will read it.

my thoughts on penelope, how she sees herself, and why the carriage scene's ending is the most important thing in the whole wide world under the cut. and bridgerton season three part one spoilers, obviously.

penelope featherington hates herself. bit of a strong start here but, there we go. that's what you get when i'm going feral about her again at three in the morning. (it was eleven a.m. when i finished writing this post. i rewatched all four episodes of season three...)

i'll start from the beginning — she isn't a confident person. i think that's what a lot of penelope hate really comes down to, not relating to her in that way at all. not understanding what being treated the way she has can do to you. so let's start here:

imagine for a moment, no one fucking listens to you.

this includes her favorite people in the world. her family, for one thing, that's obvious, but her best friend, too. many times we hear eloise discover and re-discover what penelope's interests are in the series because, as she says, "i didn't really hear it." she was so frequently not really listening to her. they've been friends for years, but huge aspects of her friend's personality were completely unknown to her. this isn't anti-eloise by the way, i love her too, but we're adults who can admit our favs are all flawed people. the show wouldn't be nearly as fun if they weren't. eloise continues to belittle others for their interests when they don't match up to hers (like that poor girl who was just really passionate about embroidery) and she's done so to pen, however unknowingly, for ages.

penelope tried to beg marina to not fool colin into marriage. she had so, so many other suitors, so many other choices she could have made. all pen wanted was to not have her other best friend slash crush make that life altering of a mistake. but for this, she was called a child. immature. talked down to as if she knows nothing about the world. (she had been mostly right, by the way, in her insisting that george must still love marina, would still want to marry her, discovering that the letter had been forged. if he'd not died on the battlefield, penelope would have been the one to secure a happy ending for marina.) when she wasn't listened to then, she got more desperate, telling colin that marina was in love with someone else to deter him from the marriage while still careful to not ruin marina's reputation and expose her pregnancy in the process. she tried. but no one would listen.

so only when the situation became dire, she did the only thing that she could, and took matters into her own hands.

which brings us to lady whistledown.

it's interesting, really, that she chose that name. to specify lady so she might be taken seriously, yet not hide under a pseudonym completely removed from herself (i.e. using a masculine pen name or implying she's not a part of the ton at all) it's clear that lady whistledown is, for the most part, what penelope wants to and yet fails to be: someone who commands attention, who people admire and trust for an opinion, someone who gets listened to.

by the time we find her in season three, she's fresh off hearing her crush saying he'd never, ever court her, and her best friend finding out that she was lady whistledown all along and had exposed a secret of hers — only after penelope had, of course, also begged eloise to stop seeing theo, to stop raising the queen's suspicions, and was once again ignored. her only friendships have been destroyed, and she has resigned herself to a loveless marriage of convenience because she can't stand to be ignored, controlled, and belittled by her family any longer. she's ready to take the devil she doesn't know over the devil she does.

so, when i say her self confidence is on the floor, i mean it.

yes, a sliver of hope remains in her, and we can see that in her decisions (wearing parisian fashions, for instance) but her plan remains, she is simply going to marry someone, anyone, because she has to.

but even still, her confidence has not taken it's last hit.

let's imagine some more: no matter what you do, people are going to laugh at you.

penelope finally, finally gets her big moment. people stare at her as she enters the room. she still immediately hides herself in a corner because that's who she's always been, but still. she has a moment. not quite what she'd imagined, i'm sure, as she bought all new gowns, but attention and awe nonetheless. but it cracks almost instantly when her social awkwardness comes out, failing to get anyone to ask her to dance, and shatters completely when cressida destroys her dress before she can ever take to the floor.

colin tells her she looks nice, and her immediate reaction is "do not mock me, please."

it's only after this that she confronts colin about what he said, only after this that she speaks ill of him as lady whisteldown — not saying any more than what his sister had already pointed out earlier in the episode, mind you, that his change in personality seemed disingenuous — only after she has been publicly humiliated that she lashes out in her anger.

and, this anger, she also immediately regrets after colin has proven himself to be kind. it's a bit like making a snide comment online without the ability to delete it after.

but when penelope has hope, she is kind. she writes of the promising ladies of the ton and wishes them well with their matches, when she has hope she speaks positively of would-be spinsters and their successful marriages. many of her earlier musings in previous seasons were to call the women of the ton beautiful, to speak to their skills.

but hope for penelope does not last long. she manages to successfully speak to one suitor at the next ball (which, though this is another argument entirely, is backed by a string quartet version of "jealous" as colin re-approaches her at the drinks table — any arguments that his feelings start at their kiss isn't paying near enough attention) but the entirely true rumor about her having help from him spreads through the vine and penelope is hopeless once more.

and a hopeless penelope is a cruel penelope, as we've seen, and this time, she turns that cruelty inward, publicly. while she later says it would have been suspicious if lady whistledown hadn't commented, in truth, she has proven time and time again that her emotions rule lady whistledown's writings. in that moment, eyes tearful, she was embarrassed and ashamed of herself, she decided to say so. she repeats the same sentiment to colin when he comes to visit her:

"in truth i brought this on myself. a sad, stupid girl who believed she might actually have a chance at love."

and here is where lady whistledown continues to be someone penelope sees as different to herself, because penelope doesn't see herself as a lady. not just for lack of title — she does not see herself as worthy of or requiring protection. to call back to antony's season one romance: "every woman is not afforded such gallant protection." "every woman is not a lady."

she says nothing of him bribing her maid to give them time alone. like most of the ton she doesn't think the time they spend alone together could be anything other than platonic, at least on his end. they spent extended time unchaperoned at the bridgerton house and not once did she speak on impropriety. he'd been alone with her in the previous season and even when they were caught no one had a thing to say about it. no one questions it because penelope is not recognized as desirable, not seen as needing this protection, not seen as a lady. she is seen, even by herself, as a spinster already.

when she asks colin for a kiss, she reassures him that she would ask nothing of him for it, she would not entrap him in a marriage citing impropriety, she doesn't even think about whether someone might see. she does not care in this moment if she is to be "ruined," she only wants to feel some illusion of intimacy, some imitation of being wanted. even her running back inside immediately after, and the subsequent conversation under the willow tree, are further proof that she doesn't believe he could have kissed her for any reason other than pity.

and, even after all she goes through with lord debling, she is still not the only object of his affections. the entire time she pursues him, cressida is there, hot on the trail, ready to sweep him away on a moment's notice. penelope writes of their dance that his choice of her is surprising. though her feelings for colin have not simply fluttered away once debling's shown interest, her possible engagement to debling is on a wavering tightrope. not once in this can she feel wholly at ease with lord debling, only afforded a bit of security once he asks her mother for her blessing. and amongst this, her mother still belittles her, saying she should not become greedy for wanting to marry someone who actually cares for her.

she asks lord debling if he might ever love her, in all the years of marriage they may have ahead, and he says probably not.

and when colin breaks up her proposal, insisting debling isn't right for her, still penelope does not even consider, can not even conceptualize that it might be done out of jealousy. colin having feelings for her is laughable, she says as much, and it is the same thing she has been told over and over since the start. he chases after her carriage out of breath asks to be let in, gets on his knees and tells her he can't stop dreaming of her and she tells him "please. do not say things you do not mean." she cannot imagine that any of this is real. it is confusion that prompts her to repeat the agreement they had in episode one, "but, colin, we are friends."

and while an entirely separate essay could be written about the rest of the carriage scene, it is what happens the moment the carriage arrives at bridgerton house that stands out to me. they have this moment, colin asks "could the carriage driver not keep on driving?" and they both laugh, the way they always do with one another, and he fixes her dress (carefully, avoiding using a select few fingers as he does so) and they kiss again, and he gets out of the carriage.

and for a single, heartbreaking second, penelope's face falls, and she calls after him: "colin?"

it is so clear in her demeanor that she thought that was it; that's all she gets. the fantasy is over and it is back to reality. for a split second, she believes he is no longer hers.

for a single second, it's as though she thinks he is going to shut the carriage door on her, and walk away.

but he turns around, hand outstretched, asking if she'd like to come in. and she's once again confused, "what?"

do not say things you do not mean. do not mock me please.

and when he says: "for god's sake, penelope featherington, are you going to marry me or not?"

she looks so relived she could cry.

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

How Do i even post about it ...

Ok so i mentioned in my previous post how two hummingbirds were circling me today when i got to the summit of the mountain, and i knew it was my father. But in that moment i was thinking, who is the 2nd one? And my thoughts were, Oh it must be another angel who's following him around

Well. I just opened up youtube and saw my favorite psychic posted a new reading, the title something like "Your father's spirit called upon an angel for your healing" .. I got shivers .. for context, i don't watch very many psychics as i don't find many of them to be trustworthy, but this girl is like on a totally different level her readings are always extremely specific & her energy is soooo beautiful like truly ethereal she is a true channeler , she also barely ever posts , you can tell it's not like a 'hustle' to her like she hadn't posted anything in like a month before this, idk she's just very sincere

the basic gist of the reading was, she said she sees "your father standing there, and to the side of him, a much larger figure, an angel" .. And he has called upon the angel to assist him, in assisting me, in healing this wound, as well as communication, because he does not have the power to heal it himself. (At one point she mentioned how he was not a spiritual person in life, he does not have psychic gifts, which is why he had to call upon this angel, which made me laugh cus it's true as fuck my dad hated all things woo-woo)

But i was like oh my god.... that was the 2nd hummingbird i saw earlier... i heard it in my mind.. There's another angel with him, but i didn't know who, and i even wondered why i didn't know who, because usually i know, when i see something and it has a message for me i know who it's from...

It's so crazy, she specified that "you lost your father very young" but also "you moved around a lot, part of the wound is that you've never been able to root in your life, you desire to root and establish something for yourself but the wound has kept you from this and that's what he's called upon this angel to heal for you" she also said the word "nomad" and i was like fully sobbing at this point cus. that's been my WHOLE life like from early childhood up until this exact moment, before and after he died, i move and move and move i never stay still ..

i've never had roots and when i'm feeling sorry for myself that's where my mind goes, "You never got to have roots". I see & know so many people who just have that they just have a home and a family they have a hometown they take it quite for granted to be known and familiar. it's like yeah i'll never see any of my childhood homes again even from the outside. i have like 5 childhood homes split in different countries. i dream of them and that's all there is.

But ok, she said like, omg dude. She said the angel is bringing you "freedom". And i fucking gasped even though that sounds vague as fuck, i have been repeatedly praying lately for My Perfect Freedom. Every night. A few weeks ago i finally took action into seeking legal help for my immigration situation and since then i've been receiving nothing but good news about it, better than i ever imagined. Especially in the past week. I'm not rly trying to talk about it online but i feel like it's important to note for the timing of this message that i literally AM getting my freedom and it's FELT angelic.

Like i've been feeling this new sense of vitality and hope and optimism in my heart that i can stay. I can just stay here. I never have to move again. I literally can root. i've been walking with denji every night, and i just look around at the neighborhood and the sky and the trees, i listen to the cicadas, i'm like holy shit, this is it, this is what it means to have joy, this is what it means to be present, nothing feels mundane, i'm just so happy to be here, i'm giving thanks every moment, i'm seeing my future unfold, the way i can get a job again, actually start saving up for a life that's real, tangible, the uncertainty i've lived with for my entire adult life is fading away, literally so recently like so so recently

and today at the mountaintop felt like a climax of this feeling, the gratitude, the panorama of opportunities, angels communicating, presentness, just not wanting or needing to be anywhere else, not needing to run away anymore

She said about how "you were best friends with your father" which i was, and she said "you share your gifts but he acknowledges you do it better than him" which cracked me up cus like. My father looooved drawing and photography which are obviously big things for me too, part of our friendship was that he pushed me to do art and make a real career of it like he wanted to.

i think i've spoken of this on here before but taking photos is something i do with him, not even like "im honoring him" but we literally do it together, it's a form of channeling. i think sometimes i channel him when i draw too but mostly my grandpa. My grandpa had very similar drawing style to me but my dad's was a little different. However when i see my dad's photography it's like yeah, we have the same eyes, physically and spiritually, same vision

Lol ok last thing she said that freaked me out was that i have a son waiting to be born who will be either my grandfather or great-grandfather reincarnate. And no joke i HAVE ALWAYS THOUGHT THIS !!!! Like its really the biggest reason i feel strongly compelled to have a child. I always thought it will be my great grandfather who died a few months before i was born. i really feel i have a son and a daughter waiting to come through and i can't deny them. i can't say it's true confirmation since it hasn't happened yet but it was just weird to hear her say that when it's something i've never even spoken of just a total hunch.

And having my children will be a huge milestone in healing this wound of almost 18 years since my dad's been gone. plus the lifelong wound of yearning to "root".

Like if what she says is really true that a new force has been summoned recently to assist me with this, it explains so much of what i've felt lately. i feel it's only come in in the past few weeks, definitely after pochita's surgery, maybe that's where my dad drew the line and said THAT'S IT WE'RE CALLING IN REINFORCEMENTS

She said whoever this father is he has a very sarcastic dry sense of humor about him. Just another lil confirmation idk hehe. The hummingbirds rly told me everything i needed to know though. in that moment i knew it was one of the craziest things that's ever happened to me even before seeing the reading but wow i rly didnt expect this. She said so much in the reading that felt like it was literally specific just for me. There's probably more i'm forgetting

Wow this is became a looooong post :) Don;t mind me. i've just.... i've been doing a lot of secret practice lately, a lot of things i don't talk about on tumblr, or tell anyone at all, because the silence gives it power. But this one i just felt called to document here for some reason. i don't question it. Goodnight fr this time....

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[bella-rose29]

Reminders of her - George Karim x gn!reader

requested by anon: George Karim x reader (established relationship) where one of the Visitors they have to seal is the reader’s dead mom or sister or father (whichever you want)

I am so so sorry that this has taken me forever to write, I have been swamped with assignments and work and then a period of no imagination whatsoever, so I'm very sorry about that anon! I also had no clue how to end it so sorry about that too

I tried to make this gn (since no gender was specified), but there may be a slip up or two so I'm sorry if there is <3

Hopefully this is roughly what you wanted anon!

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: mentions of character death (reader's mother) and dealing with grief, mentions of cancer (non-specific, but it's not aggressive).

Tag list: idk who wants to be tagged for George tbh (let me know if you do!) <3

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The inhabitants of 35 Portland Row were all relaxing in their various rooms when the doorbell sounded, startling everyone.

Lockwood hurried to the door, trying his best to not look too disgruntled in front of a possible client, but when he pulled the door open to see Y/n he gave up trying to rub the tea stain off the bottom of his shirt.

"Oh, hi. Everything alright?" They didn't say anything, head dipped so that Lockwood couldn't see their face, but when he heard the slight sniffles coming from Y/n he ushered them inside, immediately calling for George. Lockwood wasn't the best at dealing with people crying, and he'd had to learn for his job, but given Y/n was George's partner he figured he had a free pass this time. The boy in question came thundering down the stairs barely a minute later, pulling his jeans all the way up as he did so and fastening his belt before bringing Y/n into a crushing hug. Lucy appeared at the top of the stairs, peering at the scene in front of her, and when she saw her best friend crying she hurried into the kitchen to start making tea. Lockwood was left to stand awkwardly to the side, hands stuffed in his pockets while George comforted his partner.

"What's wrong, Y/n/n?" George asked, pulling back slightly to wipe away their tears. They sniffled a little bit, small sobs still breaking through as their chest heaved, trying to get the words out.

"It's- it's my mum," they broke off into tears again, hiding their face in George's t-shirt. "She- she's, uh... I need your help," they finished in a whisper, turning to look at Lockwood, and suddenly everything made sense.

"Where is she?" Lockwood asked softly, making eye contact with George. The two boys led Y/n into the kitchen, sitting them down at the table and providing a plate of biscuits (George was a compete hypocrite about the biscuit rule when it came to his partner). Lucy brought over a cup of tea, placing it down in front of Y/n with a small smile.

"Sort of just... everywhere. In the whole house. I don't know why she's only just turning up now, she's been dead for eight months."

"It doesn't always make sense," George said, pushing his glasses up. "We can come over tonight if you like, right Lockwood?"

The company head nodded, sympathetic smile on his face when Y/n looked his way, and Lucy murmured her agreement.

"That's decided then. We'll come over tonight and try and put her to rest completely, yeah?" Lockwood declared, and Y/n nodded, wiping the last of their tears away.

"Yeah, alright. Thank you."

~~~

That night, just before sunset, the four of them headed over to Y/n's house (the members of Lockwood and Co had refused to let them go back, insisting that they stayed until they were properly cheered up), kit bags slung over shoulders and rapiers at their hips. Y/n went without, having barely any Talent, clutching the silver rod that George had gifted them as a defence. Lucy and Lockwood strode ahead, George hanging back with Y/n as they dawdled.

"You alright?"

"I don't really know. I mean, she died of cancer, so that shouldn't really mean that she comes back as a Visitor, right? She died in her sleep, peacefully, and spent her last couple of months seemingly happy."

George was quiet for a while, debating what to say. He often had a habit of putting his foot in it, being the socially awkward person that he was, and dating Y/n had meant that he'd found himself thinking before he spoke much more. At first, he'd barely spoken to them when it was just the two of them, being too scared that he'd say something wrong and never see them again, but when they'd admitted that his blunt attitude was one of the things they most adored about him, he'd opened up more. Still, in situations like this a little thinking was required, especially since his partner's dead mother coming back as a ghost was the topic of conversation.

"Generally, Visitors seem to come back for unfinished business. Maybe she just wants to say good bye?"

"She had months for that though." Y/n was worrying their bottom lip in their teeth, a habit that had become more frequent since their mother's death.

"I really don't know, Y/n/n. Once we're there, though, I'm sure I will," he said, offering a small smile as they turned down their street. Y/n tried a smile of their own, but the worry was still there, growing with every step closer to their house the agents got.

"Come on you two, we're losing time!" Lockwood called, and George rolled his eyes.

"Ignore him. Those two can do without us for a bit if they need to. You alright? You're looking a bit pale."

"I- I'm fine, Georgie. I'm just... not really looking forward to this."

"I get it. Hey," he called, brushing his hand against Y/n's. "We'll sort it, yeah?" He linked their hands, and Y/n smiled properly, the action lighting up their face.

"Yeah. Thank you, George," they replied earnestly, planting a kiss on his cheek.

~~~

Y/n was worried.

It had been an hour since Lockwood, Lucy and George had set up, and while Y/n stayed in the kitchen, surrounded by the defences and armed with the silver that George had handed over earlier ("Just in case," he'd said, no hint of humour in his expression), the three agents had been eerily silent. They'd heard the creak of an occasional floorboard, and a whisper of voices from the living, but aside from that anybody observing the situation would think that Y/n was alone in the house.

They had zoned out a few minutes ago, getting bored of standing and waiting with nothing to do, when suddenly a figure appeared in the doorway.

"Mum?"

Their voice was shaking, damn it. Y/n had promised that they wouldn't get too scared, but the possibility of seeing their mother (and the further chance that their mother would try and attack them) was terrifying.

The figure crept closer, glowing faintly, and Y/n held their breath. It stopped just inside the doorway, and distantly Y/n heard themselves calling for George. Everything else was a haze. Time seemed to stop as the two of them observed each other, and while Y/n could feel a chill creeping up, the warmth they felt at seeing their mother's face again made it seem insubstantial. The trance was broken when Y/n was shoved to the floor, George landing on top as Lockwood and Lucy fought back against the now violent ghost of Y/n's mother.

"Are you alright? Y/n? Y/N?"

"Stop shouting! I'm fine," they huffed, unsure why George seemed so panicked.

"You were very nearly permanently ghost-locked, idiot!" Y/n's eyes widened.

"W-what? But I was fine! I didn't- I didn't think I was there for that long, was I?"

"Maybe, maybe not, but when we came in you were glazing over. I tried calling out to you but you weren't responding."

"Oh, so that's why you rugby tackled me to the floor." George leapt into action again at that, pushing up and offering a hand out to Y/n. Lockwood and Lucy had found the Source, and now the agency head stood with a small object wrapped in a silver net. "Is that... is that her?" Lockwood nodded.

"A comb, of all things. Luce says it was her favourite?"

"The one with the fake pearls in it?" Y/n asked, unable to tear their eyes off of the object.

"Yeah, looked like it. She um, she showed me something else," Lucy spoke, a little tentative. Y/n gestured for Lucy to continue, and the girl lead the two of them upstairs to their parents' bedroom. "There was a moment when she uh, she pointed to this drawer. There was a letter inside, addressed to you. I think she wrote it for you, and wanted you to have it. Did you know about it?"

Y/n shook their head. "No. I had no idea." Carefully they opened the drawer and lifted out the envelope inside, trying desperately to hold back the tears at seeing their mother's handwriting.

"Do you... do you wanna read it now? Because I can give you some space if you do," Lucy asked gently, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder.

"Please, thanks Lucy." The girl wrapped them in a hug, tight and crushing, and when she pulled away she wiped the tears off of Y/n's cheeks.

"We'll be in the kitchen if you need anything, alright?" Y/n nodded, sitting down on the bed when Lucy had shut the door behind her with a soft click and opening the letter.

~~~

A short while later a knock sounded on the door, and George's messy curls poked in, followed by the rest of his body. "Hey, how are you doing?" He came over and sat down next to them, placing an arm around their shoulders and bringing them in for a slightly awkward hug.

"I'm okay. I think," Y/n frowned.

"What... what did the letter say?"

"Just about how much she loves me, and how proud she is of me. It's funny, it doesn't feel like she's gone a lot of the time, but every now and then I'll see something that makes me think of her and I just... I have to stop myself from breaking down." They paused for a moment. "The paper smells like her. It's nice to have this, as a reminder of her."

George didn't say anything, instead just stroking their back, and they were glad for the comfort. He might have a tendency to say the wrong thing sometimes, or accidentally offend people, but George was a damn good partner, and Y/n was glad that he was there to help them.

The two of them headed downstairs a few minutes later, finding Lockwood and Lucy arguing about what the best kind of biscuit was over cups of freshly made tea. George joined the argument, gesturing wildly as he fought for his biscuit of choice, and Y/n could only chuckle slightly at their partner's antics. They gladly accepted the mug of tea that Lucy pushed their way, and smiled at the three agents gathered in their kitchen.

Their mother might be gone, leaving a hole in Y/n's heart, but these three people in front of them were just what was needed to fill it.

[rekino2114]

Playing with a ouija board with mikako kurokawa

Halloween post #6

Pairing:mikako kurokawa x gn reader

Summary:When you invited your friend/crush to play with a ouija board for Halloween, you never imagined it would lead to you confessing to each other

A/n:This is a good time to mention that in most mikako posts I'll do, I'll use her killing game personality even in non killing game aus like this one, even it doesn't make much sense I'm just more familiar with that version of her.

You were always one for spooky things, and it was probably because of this that you felt a special attraction and connection to the ultimate exorcist herself. You loved everything about mikako: her quiet voice, the long pauses she took in between words and her seemingly dead eyes accentuated by her permanent eye bags, you were crushing hard

Despite your feelings for her, you still managed to become pretty good friends, mostly because you loved hearing her talk about the stories behind her exorcism, and she was happy to have found someone who she could tell those stories to

Since Halloween was coming up and both of you were pretty excited about it, you decided to invite her to hang out, and you thought it'd be fun and on theme to play with a ouija board, mikako was literally the best exorcist in the country so you didn't even have to worry about being possessed or other stuff when she was around

"Is everything ready?"

".......yes"

Mikako finished lighting the purple candles she put around and turned towards you, giving you some beads similar to hers

".......take these......I had kinji bless them.....they'll protect you"

"Oh thanks"

"I......also have holy water.....and the crucifix on my uniform......just in case"

"Wow, you're really prepared for this. Is all of this really necessary?"

"Probably not.......but I just want......to make sure....I don't want anyone to get possessed with me around......especially you"

You blushed a bit but quickly brushed it off as mikako turned off the lights and sat near you

"Let's.....start"

"Ok"

You held your hands together near the planchette (I'm pretty sure that's what it's called ) which caused both of you to go red even if thankfully neither of you noticed it, and asked if there were any spirits which caused the wood piece to move towards the yes

"Oh looks like there is one, great we can start"

You started by asking the spirit basic questions like what its name was and how it died, and after it specified that it didn't have evil intentions, you started asking more personal questions

"Oh! Let's ask about crushes"

"....w-what.....why?"

You were very surprised to see mikako stutter and blush but didn't think too much about it

"I dunno, people in movies do it all the time, come on it'll be fun"

".....o-ok"

"Great, let's start with you"

".........."

"Oh spirit in this room, does mikako kurokawa, the girl standing near me, have a crush on someone?"

After you asked the question, the planchette started moving towards the yes once again

You were kinda disappointed and sad that she loved someone, and that meant you probably didn't have a chance, but you always thought that she was out of your league, so you were ready to accept it. You managed to hide your true emotions to not ruin the mood

"Oooooooh now I see why you were blushing"

".......i-I......."

"Don't worry, I won't tell whoever it is.....buuuut I will find out

"W-wait"

"Oh spirit! Who is the person that Mikako has a crush on?"

You saw the planchette move

"OK let's see........w-wait"

It started to spell every letter in your name, and when it finished, you turned to see the exorcist blushing incredibly hard hiding her face with her hands

"M-mikako, is that true?"

"......yes....I...I have had feelings for you......for a long time"

"R-really?"

"Yes.....Your conversations are always.....nice and you look......like an angel"

You blushed a lot more but smiled as you continued to hear her confession

".....Yamato actually told me.....to confess to you today......I didn't expect it to be like this, though."

"To be honest.....I love you too"

".....r-really?"

"Yes, I mean, you're so pretty and nice to talk to, I had feelings for you for a long time too"

You saw mikako's look of surprise morph into a slight smile, which was the most happiness you had ever seen out of her

".....so....do you mind......starting to date?"

"I'd love that"

You got closer to your new girlfriend and kissed her lips. Both you and her felt amazing and truly peaceful in this moment. You pulled away for a second to see that her smile widened even more

"I don't know.....if it's too early.....to say this.....but......I love you"

"Don't worry, I love you too mikako"

"That's.......thanks...thanks so much"

You just smiled at her again admiring her beauty

"Oh, I need to thank the spirit. It's thanks to them that I got a girlfriend"

"....yeah....I guess so......I should thank them too.....since I got such an amazing partner"

[lunamadhatter99]

Be My Queen

SteveHarringtonXFem!readerXEddieMunson

Part 6

Here we go! This chapter is a lot shorter than usual, I apologise, but 1) I wanted to post something, 2)I want the next chapter more focused on something else.

Hope you're gonna like it anyway and if you want to be tagged in the next chapter let me know and have a great day!!

Chapter summary: someone's back.

Chapter warnings: none... I think. Surprising!

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@munsonology

@cutepumpkin4

@summerbrooksblog

@iheartmyguitars

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@justheretoreadleavemealone

The sun lingering through the hospital's windows wakes me up, luckily no unbearable nightmares, not that I remember at least... still luckily. 

I slowly open my eyes, getting used to the light and I notice someone talking, or better reading something. Once I focus a little more I recognise Dustin's voice.

" 'this thing all things devours: birds, beasts, trees, flowers; gnats iron, bites steel; grinds hard stones to meal; slays Kings, ruins towns, and high mountain down. What am I?' "

Before he can go on reading I cut him off.

"Time!" I say sitting up slowly. 

"Y/n!" He exclaims excited.

"Hey, boy genius. How is it going?"

"It's great. Do you feel better? Steve told me you were still in pain yesterday" he checks.

"Oh yes. Actually, it's more stingy than painful, which is good improvement" I smile at him to reassure him "where are the others?"

"Interviewed by the police..?" He mumbles.

"What for?"

"Well... for Eddie's innocence, your accident... stuff like that" he explains "they already talked to me so... I offered to be here for when you woke up" he sends me a sweet smile.

"I hope everyone realises Eddie is innocent" I chuckle "I mean... take one look at that guy and you realise he couldn't hurt a fly"

"I know right!" He laughs.

"Is that my copy of the Hobbit?" I ask looking down at the book in his hands.

"Yeah, Robin and Nancy brought it here when they arrive to drop me off and take Steve. I didn't wake you, did I?" He suddenly looks guilty and is about to apologise.

"No, no, Dustin, I think you helped getting me out of a nightmare" I reassure him.

He looks a little relieved, but soon his expression turns into a concerning one.

"I'm really sorry, Y/n" He softly says.

"Can we please invoce a council with everyone so I can make it clear that it was no one's fault?" I chuckle "you have nothing to be sorry for, just like Max and just like El. And just like everbody else."

"But..."

"Hush. Nope. I don't wanna hear it. No one's fault" I lift my hand up to stop him "repeat after me: it was no one's fault"

He stays silent, letting out a small chuckle and shaking his head.

"C'mon, Dusty, repeat after me. It was no one's fault"

"It was no one's fault" he says it, way too quietly. 

"What? What did you say?" I pretend not to have heard him.

"It was no one's fault" he says a little louder.

"That's right, also next time something like this happens-"

"Hey! No! It won't happen again! And even if it does I don't think any of us will let you be the bait again" he cuts me off, with a stern look.

"Alright, alright... I was just saying-" I try to say.

"Nope"

"But-"

"Aahhh!" He uses his hands to cover his ears.

"Dustin-"

"I said no"

"Alright!" I exclaim with a laugh "alright, there won't be a next time. Got it" I raise my hands up on surrender.

"Exactly" he smiles brightly. "But, I guess you earned the right to choose the movies for the next... uh... 4 movie nights"

"Really? Yes!" I cheer then I stop "Wait... only 4? Man, I almost died! Ten at least!"

"We all almost died." He clarifies.

"Oh now you want to specify I wasn't the only one, uh!?" I scoff chuckling.

"Alright... the next 5 times"

"9"

"What? Nah, 6"

"8"

"Oh c'mon, you chose the last time too though!"

"Alright... 7, but I also get to choose what to eat" I take out my hand for him to shake.

He looks at me and let out a sigh, he grabs my hand and shakes it.

"Deal"

"Always a pleasure dealing with you" I smile at him. "I'll make pasta" I wink.

His face lightens up immediately. 

"Your pasta?" He asks.

"Of course" I chuckle at his satisfied expression. 

"But don't stress yourself too much" He immediately adds.

"Oh, not you too" I laugh exasperated. 

"You didn't exactly went for a walk!" He exclaims.

"I'm fine" I laugh, then I calm down "I'm fine, Dusty" I say softly to him.

Dustin's face changes again, from serene to almost disconsolate.

"Dustin" I try to regain his attention "Dustin, what did we say?"

"It was no one's fault" he says.

"Good, now come here and give a good Dustin-hug" I open my arms waiting for him, letting out a sigh of relief when he finally hugs me.

When he pulls away I notice a little tear on his face, so I quickly wipe it away.

"It's all good now, okay?"

"Yes... yes you are right" he nods.

"We did it again"

We high-five and in that moment there's a knock on the door.

"Can I come in?"

It's Steve.

"Sure!" Dustin yells and I laugh. 

Steve opens the door and lingers a little before entering.

"Hey, sweetheart, how do you feel?" He asks.

"I'm feeling better, thanks. Henderson here helped" I say patting Dustin's shoulder.

"Good, that's good" Steve mutters, a small smile crepping up his face, he quickly glances at the door "so... are you in the mood for a visit?"

"I guess..." I say, a little sceptical after seeing his behaviour. "What's going on?"

"Oh nothing, love" he smile and then opens the door and someone walks in.

My blood immediately runs cold, I tense immediately, as soon as Hopper walks in... I thought my hallucinations were getting better... and now he's using Hopper, too.

No no no no no... not this.

"No, no, please..." I start sobbing, and I cover my eyes.

"What's wrong?" I hear Dustin whispering to me.

"I thought the hallucinations were... were getting better... I can't." I sob.

"What are you talking about?"

"I see Hopper standing there... I... he's using Hop to torment me, " I explain. "Please... make it stop, make it stop" I sob into the pillow as I curl up in bed.

"Y/n," Steve's hand gently caresses my back. "Love? He is here."

"What?" I ask, confused.

"Hop is here." He tells me.

"What... how...no... he's..." I stutter.

"I honestly don't know, but he is here. He's alive. Do you trust me? You know I wouldn't mess with you."

I slowly look up to him, seeing how sincere he is, and even more slowly, I look to the door.

I look at Hopper standing there, a visible worried look on his face. He doesn't know what to do. He softly smiles at me, to reassure me everything is fine.

"He's really here?" I ask Steve and Dustin.

"Yes, babe,"

"Yap"

I cautiously stand up and walk to Hopper, I look up at him to check if he's actually here or not.

"Is it you? Like... for real?" I ask.

"It is" he smiles, eyes watering a little.

"Oh my god" I don't waste any more time and hug him. He immediately reciprocates.

"Everything is gonna be fine now. I'm here, kid," he says softly to me once he lets me go.

"I'm sorry... I... I thought.."

"It's okay, they told me everything." Hop reassures me "I'm sorry I wasn't here,"

"Oh don't say that to her. She hates it," Dustin chimes in.

"He's right " I say wiping away the tears "it's not like anyone could've stopped me"

"Of course" he chuckles "too stubborn for your own good."

"I wonder where I took it from" I tease.

"She's right, you know" Joyce appears from behind him, I just realise she's been here the whole time.

"Oh my god, hi" I quickly hug her too.

"Hey, sweetheart" she holds me tight, she then lets me go and cups one of my cheeks "You got us so worried"

"I'm sorry" I chuckle.

"When they told us you ended up here... God... even though you two are not related by blood, you definitely took your stubbornness from him"

"Well... I'm definitely proud of it" Hopper interferes with a big smile. "Oh... and they also let something slip"

"What?" I look from him to Steve, who has a guilty look on his face.

Before he can answer the door opens once again, only to let Eddie walk in, dressed in his own clothes, meaning he's ready to be dismissed.

"We bumped into Eddie on the way here..." Steve explains pointing to Eddie.

"Oh..." I nervously chuckle.

"Oh indeed."

"Yeah... I wanted to apologise" Eddie awkwardly scratches his neck "I knew you were dead and... you kinda spooked me... I'm sorry"

"What..?" I chuckle amused.

"He used me as a shield... and then he pushed me toward your dad.." Steve explains, rather exasperated. 

"Aaw, poor baby" I joke.

"And while I was explaining to this dingus he wasn't a ghost-"

"Steve blurted out we are now.. a thing" Eddie finishes awkwardly, still avoiding eye contact with... everyone.

"That he did" Hopper says.

"And...? Do you have a problem with that?" I ask, cautiously.

"As long as they won't hurt you, I'm fine with it" he smiles, almost devilishly, "it will only mean I won't have to cover up a murder... anytime soon at least."

I see Eddie and Steve share a, not very subtle, scared look. They then turn to me asking for help, but I can't help but laugh. I know Hopper is only messing with them.

"Alright!" Joyce claps her hands to change the subject. "How about after you are dismissed we all gather around and have dinner together? Uh?"

"Definitely" I support her saving my boyfriends from Hop.

"C'mon, let's go, Jim. C'mon, you scared them enough" Joyce gently grabs Hop's Armstrong guide him out.

"Eh... not exactly enough. But there's plenty of time" he teases. "Take care, kids. Anything happens you call me, alright?"

"Sure, Hop" I smile at him.

"I'll come check on you tomorrow" he says.

I wave at them as they walk out.

"What a perfect way to say to my father we're in a relationship... Great job" I laugh.

"Yeah, you couldn't have chosen a better way, guys?" Dustin asks, with a amused grin.

"Hey don't look at me, man, he did it all" Eddie defends himself. 

"Yeah yeah, it just came out... I'm sorry" he says, coming up to me and gently taking my hand in his.

"Hey, it's fine. I never thought I'd ever have to tell him something like that in the first place... so... it's actually better this way" I smile at them.

"He... he wouldn't actually.. murder us right?" Eddie asks.

"In the most brutal way" I joke and he glares at me.

"Very funny" he sarcastically says.

"I know" I wink at him.

"I came here to tell you they're dismissing me, by the way" he tells me "Wayne's outside to take me home. As a free man, nonetheless"

"Rightfully" I smile" do you feel better, though? Like actually okay?" I ask him.

"Yeah, yeah, I do, don't worry, my beautiful girl" he says getting closer to me and Steve.

"Alright, I'm still here" Dustin announces.

"Not my problem" was Eddie simple answer.

"Okay. My queue to leave. Bye, guys, get better Y/n. Bye" he quickly rushes out of the room.

"There you go... you scared Dustin" I say.

"Thankfully" Steve comments.

"You two are terrible" I laugh.

Eddie smirks before kissing me softly on the lips and then lets Steve do the same.

"About going home..." Steve starts " my parents won't be home for the next... uh... couple of months.  Not surprising, I know, but... well... if you guys want to stay over and... maybe start to actually figure our whole situation out... we could"

"That's not a bad idea, Harrington." Eddie's still smirking "what do you say, sweetheart?"

"I say it's a great idea" I say and the kiss each boy on the cheek.

"And once you're out of here, we're taking you to the most amazing date you can ever imagine" Steve declares with a big loving smile.

"Easy there, Stevie... let's not create expectations we can't live up to" Eddie says making me laugh.

"Even a simple pizza and a movie at home would be absolutely perfect" I assure them.

"See?" Steve points at me looking at Eddie "she has no expectations at all. We're safe"

"Yeah... I guess you're right, man" Eddie agrees.

"C'mon, don't let your uncle wait too long." I say to Eddie kissing him.

"Oh fine fine. I'll leave." He sweetly smile down at me "you better get better soon. I can't deal with this guys here alone"

"Yeah, please, don't leave me with him" Steve begs.

"Oh c'mon, you two will be fine"

"Doesn't matter. Get better soon, we want to spoil you" Steve  softly says, still playing with my fingers.

"I promise" I smile at them.

"Alright, let's get going. I'll prepare the house for the both of you" Steve says and gives me a kiss.

"Fine, I'll meet Wayne and go home to prepare my things instead" it's Eddie's turn to kiss me.

"See you two tomorrow" I wave at them as they exit.

I go sit on the bed taking everything in.

Hopper is alive... I definitely need him to tell me everything. It's so good to know it wasn't one of my hallucinations.

We're gonna be a family again, with El too. I can't believe it, it's great.

Everything is actually going to be fine.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Hamas leader Yahya Sinwar׳s exclusive interview on BBC

Rachel: Bood evening from London. 39 days after Hamas Freedom Fighters peacefully attacked Israel, we have now an exclusive interview with its leader Yahya Sinwar.

Sinwar: Yes. Good evening Rachel. Let me just correct you. There were also freedom rapists, and freedom butchers.

Rachel: Of course, of course, I apologize. Mr Sinwar, I understand that you are now working towards a ceasefire.

Sinwar: Yes, Rachel, you know me. Wherever there is fire, I say let's cease it. All we are saying, is give ceasefire a chance.

Rachel: The fire must be ceased.

Sinwar: The situation in Gaza is terrible, Rachel. All innocent civilians are running out of town, so we are left without protection.

Rachel: With no human shield at all. So unfair.

Sinwar: So unfair. And our hospitals, Rachel, our schools, all ran out of rockets. How are we supposed to kill Jews like this? I mean, with lectures?

Rachel: Actually, we've tried that one, didn't work.

Sinwar: I plead to the world. We need a ceasefire. We are tired, we need a break. Don't forget, we started a day earlier than the Israelis. A day earlier.

Rachel: So unfair, so unfair. But I understand the Zionists refuse to put down their weapons.

Sinwar: Yes, can you imagine? Can you imagine? All we want is a little time to rearm before we continue to kill them, and they won't let us…

Rachel: I'm sorry Mr Sinwar, I can't hear you… the, all this noise in the background.

Sinwar: Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry Rachel, there is a baby here.

Rachel: Could you please get him to be quiet?

Sinwar: Yeah, I wish I could, he's not mine and his mother is in Israel. Never mind.

Rachel: Okay, look, it's really hard to conduct an interview with this noisy kidnapped baby. Is he always like that?

Sinwar: Oh, at night it's even worse, Rachel. Every time we fire a rocket, he wakes up.

Rachel: Oh no!

Sinwar: I didn't have one good night's sleep in a month.

Rachel: Wait, are you telling me that there is an Israeli baby that's torturing you by sleep-deprivation?

Sinwar: Wha- yes!

Rachel: Occupying your house?

Sinwar: Aiwa! Yes!

Rachel: So unfair, so unfair. And the world does absolutely nothing about it. I really hope you'll get to ceasefire soon. Thank you so much, Mr Sinwar.

Sinwar: No, no, no, no, no, thank you, Rachel.

Rachel: And now please stay with us for "A Moment of History."

Voiceover: On this day in 1944, heartless Winston Churchill refused a ceasefire and continued the genocidal attack on Nazi Germany. As we well know now, far more German civilians have died in the war, which makes them the victims, and Britain the war criminal.

==

Eretz Nehederet (meaning, "A Wonderful Country") is an Israeli prime-time television satirical sketch comedy show.

If you think this is some kind of strawman, it's not.

This was the Reuters report.

"The IDF forces include medical teams and Arabic speakers, who have undergone specified training to prepare for this complex and sensitive environment, with the intent that no harm is caused to the civilians."

And this was the IDF's Tweet.

Nobody noticed or fixed the "mistake" until at least the next program and presenter. Keep in mind, the presenter has an earpiece with a direct link to the control room. Nobody in the control room thought, hey, that sounded wrong. Or perhaps, simply didn't care to fix it. And, of course, they omitted the last part of the statement explaining "the intent that no harm is caused," which would have undermined the "misquote."

[nysus-temple]

What about Hermes and Dionysus? 👀

DEPENDS if you're asking about sources OR my ideas. Because i can talk for HOURS about both of those. Hermes and Dionysus are just soooo......... They mean so much to me it's stupid at this point.

I'll stick with the sources for now and summarize them the best i can, and then some ideas that i hope i can summarize too; so i talk about both since you didn't specify and i would hate to leave you without an exact answer nskdnfk

Out of all the gods, when Dionysus arrives to Olympus (post-reincarnation), it's Hermes the one who is trusted the most to take care of him. He saved him from Hera's wrath a couple of times. Like Apollonius of Rhodes mentions in the Argonautica, he saved him from FIRE. FROM FLAMES.

Our good Nonnus of Panopolis also talks about this episode ! Saying Hermes traveled around with him for a while, and during that time he also asked several groups of nymphs to educate him. He even played and spend time with him alone, i think we all know this sculpture of Praxiteles, one of the few Greek originals that have survived to this day:

AND when Dionysus was a young man, not an infant anymore, Hermes left him with Rhea, who educated him in relation with his powers, like for example, being incapable of getting drunk.

Not only that, but there's also the fact that we all know, of Hermes being the psychopomp of Hades. I've always liked to imagine it's him, by Zeus' order, who took Dionysus to Olympus when he was Zagreus, after Persephone gave birth to him. Since in the Orphic Hymns, Persephone takes care of him AFTER he's reincarnated, not when she gives birth to him.

Nonnus of Panopolis also specifies in the end of his Dionysiaca that Dionysus sits next to Hermes at Olympus <3

Remember the Minyades shenanigans Dionysus had? Out of ALL the gods, it was Hermes who took pity on them, it was Hermes who was with him-

I think it's really funny that, like, Hermes was there when Ariadne and Dionysus had children, like, look:

What is he doing there lmao. "Hey do you two need a second dad-"

AND NOW, BEHOLD, MY STUFF ! Some random concepts and ideas i had of them, go down if you wanna read them or skip if you were here for the sources only.

i've always felt that Hermes has a hard time showing Dionysus how he feels about him. Why? Because he's really good with words, but not gestures; and Dionysus only finds appreciation though gestures, not words. That's due to his way of thinking that everyone is always liying to him, how no one told him about Persephone and Semele, about Gaia's feelings towards him, about how many people were going to treat him... Bad. No one advised him that. They educated him, took care of him and... Lied to him. He died. He was killed. And yet, no one had the courage to tell him. So Hermes thinks it's... Wrong, to tell him that he loves him. That he always cared about him. That he always sacrificed anything he had for him. That didn't matter how many times he reincarnated, for him, he was still Dionysus, his Dionysus. But the other just, well, doesn't feel anything when hearing that. So used to actors and mysteries, that he's incapable of believing him, even if he wanted to.

"Ariadne hugs me. Mother hugs me. Artemis hugs me. You hug me. What's the difference between you all?" that gesture just doesn't reach him.

i just love how Hermes is... Always looking at Dionysus when they are represented together? How he's always next to him? How he's always like... Feeling bad for the way Dionysus ends up being due to their own mistakes? He feels everyone should have told him the truth about his origins, but the rest insisted in not letting him know.

I KNOW I KNOW there are no actual heights for the gods and they all look the same BUT BUT in human form, Dionysus is taller than Hermes and LOVES to pick him up because it bothers Hermes, since, well, when they were younger it was the other way around, Dionysus was the small one... How the turn tables.

They're both gods and they both had to do things that we might not like to see from a human point of view, but i love how they execute them so... Differently. Hermes seems to try to be more, like, peaceful, when ending someone's life; yet Dionysus will give them the most horrorific and violent punishment a mortal can recieve. Perhaps that's why Hermes took pity on the Minyades.

Hermes LOVES dropping hints towards the rest, because they always laugh and get them, but Dionysus can't !!! You need to tell him JUST what you wanna say, he does NOT get hints !! And that's hard for Hermes because he doesn't express "i love you" by saying it directly. He's SCREWED.

i've always adored the fact that Dionysus is a god so focused with fertility and insanity and whatever that he forgets how sexual themes actually work and. and he. doesn't get that kind of jokes either. You know:

Dionysus: Hey, your legs look great in those clothes. Hermes: You should see me without them. Dionysus: Hermes: Dionysus, confused: Why would you take off your legs??? Hermes, snorting: That's not—

After his own travel around Greece, Dionysus changed a bit. He was always a little different compared to the rest, but due to the resentment he holds now, he doesn't like being asked about what he does much. And Hermes knows that, so whenever someone does it he inmediatly goes "NOPE NOPE NOPE CLOSE YOUR MOUTH I APPRECIATE THAT YOU'RE ALIVE"

i love to imagine Hermes jumping behind Dionysus' back when he arrives back at Olympus, and that startles him because doesn't matter how many times Hermes does it, he NEVER remembers it.

Hermes is very clingy due to Apollo educating him in order to be like that, but Dionysus isn't. Not that he dislikes it, just as i explained, he has a hard time understanding what you truly mean OKAY he's had a rough life OKAY he was born three times OKAY

Hermes has rams as very important animals in his whole symbolisms and all that AND i associate Dionysus with rams. i know he was more associated with bulls and goats but RAM HORNS are a metaphor for a LEADER and that's how i view Dionysus. So anyways i just think he would hide between Hermes' rams, but Hermes doesn't get startled because he already knows he does this lmao

"Really, Hermes, what do you even see in that guy" Hermes: he has so many issues and he has me enamored with that

HEAR. HEAR ME. One of the few ways Dionysus actually learns to connect with the other is by DANCING. A very important part from his festivals. And he dances in a different way depending on who is the other. And for Hermes. He's. Elegant, graceful, decorous... He really feels like a LIBERATOR for Hermes. Like. Someone who isn't connected to his duties, because even the twins, who are precious to him, remind him of that somehow. But Dionysus doesn't and everytime they dance Hermes feels so good. Dionysus is just. Chilling. He knows what he's doing for once.

Persephone is Dionysus' mom, and after being separated from him for a long time, she has some fear for the rest of the gods getting near him. You know. Just like Demeter. Persephone was kidnapped from her AND Dionysus was taken away from Persephone as well. So Persephone doesn't, you know, trust Hermes that much. She loves and appreciates everything he does, she doesn't hate him, she can't, he's very dear to her ( just like Hades for Demeter ) BUT she has that resentment feeling tormenting her everytime she sees them together. uuggghhh

After Ariadne dies Hermes has even a harder time to connect with Dionysus. He doesn't know how he feels after that. Due to having various mortals around him (Semele, Ariadne, and others perhaps) die since, they're mortals, he doesn't know how to stay near him without making Dionysus feel he's taking advantage of him. That hurts him a lot, because those aren't his intentions. But he also wished that he learned that, he needs to learn the consequences of getting attached to mortals. Consequences Dionysus never accepts.

Dionysus can act very distant with the rest, BUT he always ends up being gentle with Hermes. He will hold his hands with care, lean on him carefully.

Hermes: [Talks a lot]. Dionysus: [Listens].

Hermes is a master at lying but HAH you can't lie to Dionysus. He's very, VERY good at reading people's minds. Which is even worse for Hermes since almost NO ONE can read Dionysus' thoughts.

HNNNNNNN I'M SO SORRY THAT'S SO MUCH......... If you've read this far ilysm with my entire being ty for listening to my ramblings. Dionysus and Hermes make me sick. In a good way. Biting the air again.

[freeing-the-souls]

I've seen other people do this, I hope I'm doing it right.

It seems I'll be staying here for a while, so I'll make a post presenting myself. I'm Marta, I come from another world and I'm trying to get back. I was in the middle of my, well, I guess you could consider it my job, when an explosion brought me to this place. I seem to be in a city called Mesagoza, in Paldea. I wish I knew what that means for my situation, but I didn't play the mainline games.

//@whys-rotomblr-hub for anything related to this or any other of my characters.

((The banner will be updated as she catches pokemon. The pfp was done modifying a default one, as if it was one of the default ones from rotomblr. Use it if you want, just mention where you got it from. You can tell her that her pfp makes her look like a bot or something if you want, she won't change it.))

((It won't be very explicit or anything, but this blog will often contain mentions of death for the reasons specified in the next paragraph.))

((Okay, now the lore. Marta comes from a world with superheroes and she is a death ripper. In that world there are a lot of them, but their role is closer to the one of SCP-4999 (Which I didn't know existed when I came up with the concept for the character, I barely knew anything about SCP at the time). This is basically a job, having to meet a minimum of deaths every month and getting into trouble if she doesn't. She appears in front of people 5 minutes before their deaths and helps them accept that fact (also, the classic no one else can see or hear your interactions with me). After they die, she has to make sure that the soul gets out of the body and disappears. She teleports to and from this events and is invulnerable during them (wouldn't last a lot if the death was triggered by any outside force). She also can kind of feel if people will die soon, but can't know the exact time. That extends to herself, so she can afford to be less careful than anyone else.

She has a scythe that she can summon anywhere and uses to take people's souls from their bodies if they exit naturally (It could have been anything, but she chose the scythe because it's the thing everyone imagines when thinking of death. She can technically take souls from people that haven't died yet, but the soul will enter the body after a couple of minutes. That is very painful for the victim).

She was seconds away from teleporting back to her house after the death of a civilian during a superhero battle when an explosion hit her and transported her to the pokemon world. Also, I have decide that rotomblr, being rotomblr, appears in her phone and, after she opens it accidentally, refuses to close until she makes an account.))

((She actually knows about the multiverse because some of her friends are heroes and they know because of lore reasons that will be explained if/when necessary. But the important part is that she doesn't know how to travel through it, so she can't make a machine or something to escape.))

[crossdressingdeath]

Deathroot, deep mushroom, and vandal aria!

(Send me a plant and a character!)

You didn't specify a character so I'm just gonna do both of them! Starting with Aster:

Deathroot :: What is the most horrifying thing the Nightmare can cause your character to see?

Hm... I think some sort of blighted Templar. I'm imagining like... rusted armour and glowing red eyes and hands twisted into claws. As a mage of the Circle Templars have been the monsters under Aster's bed his whole life, and becoming a Warden just added darkspawn dreams to his preexisting nightmares. He also associates Templars with the loss of people he loves (again, he's a Circle mage), so it's kind of a two birds, one stone situation in terms of scaring the shit out of him.

Deep Mushroom :: What act does your character consider morally foul but practically necessary? Does your character condone morally foul actions for practicality’s or necessity’s sake at all?

I mean... he is a Grey Warden. He wouldn't have survived if he couldn't condone morally foul actions out of necessity (assuming we're talking actions generally considered to be morally foul here rather than considered morally foul by him). As for what he personally considers morally foul but necessary... well, "any sort of cooperation with the Chantry" is a bit vague and also kind of applies to every single one of my protagonists so I don't want to make that the only thing, but honestly with Aster I can't think of much else? By virtue of seeing things as necessary, he tends to think of them as morally defensible. If he has to do them for the greater good, they are by definition moral on at least some level because worse things would happen if he didn't do them. To put it another way he tends to examine morality based on circumstance, not actions. If something is necessary for practical reasons, then as far as Aster sees it that thing is moral, even if he'd be disgusted by the very idea under other circumstances where it wasn't necessary.

Vandal Aria :: How well can your character bounce back from personal tragedies?

Pretty well, all things considered. Growing up in the Circle it was either learn how to deal with personal tragedy at least enough to not let it affect him openly or... die. He chose the former. Now, at first there was a sort of "I'll keep all my emotions right here and then one day I'll die" element to it at first, but the Origins and especially Awakening companions are all chronic meddlers and that was not permitted to stand when he started interfering in their issues so now it's... healthy. Mostly.

So that's Aster, now on to Alaris:

Deathroot :: What is the most horrifying thing the Nightmare can cause your character to see?

Hm... I think it would actually be his brother, soaked in blood and dying and staggering towards him. His brother (whose name I haven't decided on yet, although I'm tempted to go with Mahanon) died protecting him from Templars, and Alaris has never forgiven himself for that or forgotten what his weakness cost him and his clan. I'd actually say his weakness is the part of him he fears and hates the most, and his dead brother would be an excellent visual for that.

Deep Mushroom :: What act does your character consider morally foul but practically necessary? Does your character condone morally foul actions for practicality’s or necessity’s sake at all?

Aside from the aforementioned moral disgust at supporting the Chantry in any way, I think the thing Alaris considers most morally foul but necessary is controlling people's minds with blood magic. He doesn't like doing it! But unfortunately for him he is very, very good at it and it gets him a lot of things that he would never be able to get if he used less... invasive means. And yeah, he's willing to condone morally foul acts for necessity's sake. If only because he's well aware it would be massively hypocritical not to. After all, if he's willing to dirty his own hands for the sake of the greater good then he has to be prepared to accept others doing the same. (Of course in practice whether he is willing to condone other people's actions tends to depend on how much he personally likes and trusts them outside of those actions.)

Vandal Aria :: How well can your character bounce back from personal tragedies?

Oh god just so badly. Really badly. He could barely handle personal tragedy before he went through so many that he started to think he was cursed. Alaris is one more personal tragedy away from giving up on the whole "being alive" thing altogether. He's honestly only survived this far because Keeper Deshanna has a knack for convincing him that he's still very much needed and that his death would do more harm than good because he's just so sick of losing people. At the start of DAI he mostly treats his companions as tools to be used and manipulated because the thought of starting to care about them only to lose them either to death or—potentially more likely given it's a Chantry organization—betrayal terrifies him to a point where he'd rather spend his whole time with the Inquisition alone and miserable.

[musicallisto]

Can I please have a maze runner ship? My name is Jenna, I’m 5’3 with long brown hair and big brown eyes. I’m shy and quiet but once you get to know me I’m pretty funny and outgoing. I really enjoy music, I play piano,guitar, and violin. I’m into writing and reading too. I’m not that confident but I’m pretty polite. I enjoy animals,nature, and adventure and I’m pretty clumsy. Thanks! :)))))❤️

I Ship You With…

N E W T

• I ship you with the precious small bean that is Newt! You two wouldn’t meet in the Glade because you’re not immune - you’re a citizen in the poor suburbs of Denver, part of the crank resistance with Gally. Since you can contract the Flare at any given moment, you’re always wearing an integral mask and a suit that protects your skin from being contaminated. You help Thomas’s group when they arrive in the Last City and are taken in by Gally, but you never expected feelings to grow for one of them. Especially not for the only one who’s not Immune to the Flare and therefore has the highest risk of trasmitting the disease to you. He doesn’t see your face for all of the first day, but you see his and can’t help thinking he’s very handsome, and fate is way too unfair for making a boy this young go through all of this mess. The first time he sees your face without your mask on is during the first night. He is scheduled to depart on the following morning with Thomas through the secret passageway to WICKED’s headquarters, and you have to admit you feel a bitter tinge of sadness and regret for never letting him know even your name. You’re sitting on your bed, a blanket covering your body from the cold of the dilapidated shelter, when your door bursts open and a figure shakily stumbles into your bedroom. You immediately grab your mask and a gun as a reflex and point the latter at the newcomer… before realizing it’s only Newt, paralyzed in the doorway, his hair tousled from the pillow and apparent dark circles under his eyes. You sigh in relief as he stammers an apology - he couldn’t sleep, wanted to take a walk outside and mistook your door for the exit. You shake your head, not resentful. You can feel him staring at your face, though, discovering it for the first time, and you can’t tell what he’s thinking, but you blush nevertheless. He timidly asks for your name, and you answer in a hesitant murmur - Jenna. You’re already reprimanding yourself - you knew you couldn’t get attached and especially not to an ambulant virus-bearer! Newt refuses to go away, though, and deep down, you don’t want him to.

• The rest of the night is spent talking with him, fighting back the slumber and yawns, and telling him about your life and everything you can remember. It’s mostly you who does the talk because Newt’s memories don’t go back up very far, so when he’s exhausted the subject of the Glade, you take the reins and narrate everything you can remember from your early years, every small detail you have of the world before the eruptions - they’re minuscule, a playground with a yellow swing and dahlias, a rusty subway in a dark tunnel, but it seems enough for Newt, who’s now sitting on your bed, hanging on your every word as though they were a mystic prophecy. Eventually, his eyes darted around your room and noticed the dusty violin crumpled in a dark corner, and asked you if you knew how to play - he seemed genuinely interested, not only wanting to make small talk and gain your trust, but sincerely wanting to know your experience, so you nodded. You added it had been years since you had last picked it up, though, and it would probably be a clusterfuck if you tried to play, supposing that you even remembered how to hold the bow and strum the chords. He laughed but asked if you could show him a little demonstration, a glint of curiosity in his brown eyes. You obliged after a few seconds of internal deliberation, convinced that nothing could go wrong and your crush was starting to get out of control - better give your heart everything it wanted for a night, and then it would leave you alone, right? So you played with delicacy, like you used to do when you were younger and more experienced; the sounds came jerky, halting, dissonant at times because of your lack of training, but you finally managed to get a melody out of the mess of notes you tried. It was very simple, nothing out of the ordinary, but you can’t remember any particular piece that you knew before, and even if you did, you wouldn’t have the level of mastery to play it again. However, Newt looks admirative, as if you had just performed an incredible concerto in front of a sea of people… when you finally put the violin down with a shy smile, he claps enthusiastically, smiling fondly at you. In your opinion, you don’t deserve that much recognition, but he seems so mesmerized by the way you play, the way you talk - by you. And before you know it, the sun rises and Newt is gone, not without a lingering glance in your direction before disappearing in the tunnels.

• Sadly, you two never got together, despite the undeniable attraction and chemistry there was between the two of you. It was simply too dangerous. Newt didn’t want to wreck your life by infecting you with his virus, his curse, and well might you tried to explain that you probably had already contracted the Flare in this rathole you lived in, he refused to bulge. You saw each other in secret, though. You wanted to see him, so one night, without telling anybody, you took your mask and your suit, your gun and provisions, and you jumped in the secret passage to Denver. It wasn’t long until you found Thomas’s and Newt’s hideout. You knew Gally too well, so you immediately figured what kind of place he would choose to hide. The three boys were shocked to see you, especially Newt, who blamed himself for making you come and probably killing yourself - but you told them it was your decision and you were determined to help. Thomas was the quickest to come at your defence, maintaining that any help would be welcome, but you noticed Newt had his teeth gritted throughout the whole conversation, probably not wanting to say something reckless. That night, he came to find you in your room just like that other night, when you met each other and talked your hearts out… until Newt let down his guard. Just for one night, he accepted - just for the last night of his life, he accepted. He couldn’t deny he wanted to be with you, he wanted you. So for the last night of your lives only, he accepted, and you had this one night - and you would’ve wanted a thousand more, but you were ready to take what he would give you. The future was too uncertain for compromises.

• And the day after, you were both found together, laying in your own blood, hands clasped together on the solid ground, in the middle of the fire and the sword, together, just like you wanted, until the very end.

Moodboard

Playlist

Imagine Dragons - Demons

Breaking Benjamin - Dance With The Devil

Fall Out Boy - Young Volcanoes

Birdy - Wings

[talesofesther]

Safe haven

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: When a mission goes wrong, Nat is your safe haven.

Requested by anon: hi! just saw your requests are open and was wondering if you could possibly do something just really fluffy with nat comforting reader after a really hard mission with civilian causalities, and reader feels like she could’ve stopped it? and then nat holding us as we fall asleep? thank you! <3

A/N: The reader has powers here, although it's not really specified what they are, so you are free to imagine what you like most. Features a little platonic Tony x Reader moment. Hope it is to your liking anon <3.

Masterlist

"Come on darling, let's get you inside." Tony's reassuring voice brought you back to reality as you exited the Avengers jet, his hands came to rest on both of your shoulders as he guided you inside the Compound.

His steady grip helped a little in making your mind focus on something else, and divert from the pain that you could feel practically in your whole body. You were drained, physically and mentally. There were cuts and scrapes all over you, a rather large wound on your leg, that even though wasn't deep was still making you limp. Your hands were shaking slightly, your skin was pale and your fingertips had blood stuck to them. You were exhausted, feeling like someone literally ripped away all your energy. That's what happens when you push yourself way over your limit, when you use all the power that's left on you and that's still not enough.

Finally reaching the main living room of the Compound, Tony turned you around to look you in the eyes, one hand still resting on your shoulder. "Hey, what you did there, it was brave, but also really dangerous and irresponsible." He said with as much of a reprimanding look as he could muster, still managing to show how worried he also was.

You let out a sigh but gave him a weak smile. "I'm sorry, but I had to try, you know that as well as I do."

His gaze turned to one of understanding, he saw a lot of himself in you and that scared him, you had become one of the few people he truly cared about. "I know, but you're no good to other people if you burn yourself out."

Tony's eyes focused on something behind you and a mixture between a smirk and a genuinely happy smile graced his face. "I'll leave you on her capable hands now, pass by on my lab once you've rested up so I can run some tests, just to be sure." With a wink and a pat on your shoulder, he was gone before you could answer.

Turning around you were only able to see Natasha quickly walking the last few steps in your direction before she enveloped you in a warm hug. "я волновался." Her voice was soft but you could still hear the mix of desperation and relief, her hands were securely around you, her face buried on your shoulder.

Your Russian was not that good but you could make out the word 'worried' in there somewhere. You knew Natasha sometimes involuntarily let her native language slip out when her feelings were a bit overwhelming, you thought it was adorable.

Feeling her body pressed against yours simply made you melt, she felt warm, strong, and safe. Her heavenly scent enveloped you in a feeling of coming home. Your hands closed around her waist and you held onto her like she was the one thing keeping you sane, and after a mission like that, Natasha and her comforting touch was all you were craving for the whole time. Your relationship was nearing the two-month mark, and already being in her arms was your favorite moment of the day.

Natasha pulled away and her hands came up to either side of your face, her touch careful and delicate on your cheeks. "When Tony reported back that things didn't go as planned, I thought..." Her words died in her mouth, still getting used to having this burst of feelings whenever she was near you.

Bringing your hand up to hold onto one of her own, you gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm okay Nat." But she could see the way your body felt too heavy for you to carry, she could feel how unsteady your hands were.

Natasha never thought she could feel this way about someone, that she would feel her heart constricting at the mere thought of you getting hurt, or feel her stomach turn in a pleasant way for anticipation of spending an afternoon with you. At first, she had buried those feelings away, love never did her right. But you were different, you made your way inside her heart anyway. And when your lips met for the first time, she knew those feelings were too strong for her to contain. It was a foreign path for her, still figuring out her way around you and everything that you made her feel, which was oh so much, but she loved it anyway.

Her thumb gingerly caressed your bruised cheek, her gaze held nothing but love and you could already feel your body relaxing, even if just slightly. She was all you needed.

"Let's clean up those cuts so you can rest, yeah?" Nat tugged at your hand and walked towards your room.

"you don't have to-" You tried to argue, not wanting to feel like a burden to her.

"I want to." Her soft words cut you off, she brought your hand up to her mouth and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. "Let me take care of you."

You thought it was impossible for you to fall even more in love with her, but she was always proving you wrong.

The process of taking off your gear was a painful one, but Natasha was there to help. The water of the quick shower that you took stung on your bruises, but you insisted on taking one, the need to just wash off the blood and dirt was too much, and since your cuts were mostly superficial it was okay.

You let out a huge sigh of relief once you managed to put on a comfortable hoodie and shorts, sitting down on your bed and feeling the weight of what happened earlier on your shoulders.

Natasha sat down beside you, with rubbing alcohol and some bandages on her hands. With a gentle finger, she turned your head towards her and carefully cleaned your cuts to avoid infection, her bright eyes fixed intently on you only.

"Thank you for being here." Your voice was raspy but it held all the honesty in the world, if it wasn't for her, you would probably be losing your mind right now. Her presence always kept you grounded.

She smiled, placed a bandaid on one of your bruises, and planted a kiss right beside it after. "I always will be, as long as you promise to always come back to me." Natasha's eyes searched yours, her voice was serious yet pleading. I can't lose you.

Your eyes got a little teary, it's been a long day. "I promise. I just- I thought I could do it... I should have been stronger." Your last words were shaky and quiet, and your breathing started to quicken.

"I could have saved them if I just-" The words died in your mouth and you closed your eyes, the events replaying in your head. But two soft hands enveloping your face and wiping away your tears brought you back.

"Don't go down that rabbit hole, Y/N. Sometimes even we can't save everyone, it's hard, but it happens." With a light kiss on your lips, Nat brought your head to rest on her shoulder, burying her hand on your hair and massaging your scalp. "The important thing is that you tried, too hard even." She chuckled.

Natasha's other hand grabbed one of your own, she played with your fingers as she looked down. She saw the scratches and bruised skin. "You can't push yourself like that." Her voice was almost inaudible, she felt a little selfish in asking you that, but you were the most important person in her life.

"I'm sorry." That was all you could muster, because it was true. You were sorry for not being able to save everyone. But you were also sorry for risking not coming back to her. You vowed to never do that again, the thought of losing Natasha terrified you, and you knew for a fact she felt the same.

She squeezed your body against hers one last time before she moved to the bigger wound on your leg. You hissed at the pain every now and then but Natasha's gentle touch always calmed you. When everything was patched up and clean, you were finally able to lay down on your bed and let your body rest.

The room was already dark with only a soft moonlight providing light, and Natasha quickly laid down beside you on the bed, wrapping her arms around you protectively, your head came to rest on her shoulder as your hands clasped around her waist. You felt her fingers tracing random patterns on your back and her body press flush against yours, lulling you to sleep in the best possible way.

"I love you, you know that right?" Her words sent a much-welcomed warmth to your chest and you felt a smile on your lips. You hugged her tighter and placed a kiss on her collarbone.

"And I love you, so much."

Natasha gave you a kiss on the forehead, basking in your words and the feeling of having you in her arms.

—⧗—

Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

Eden's remembrance vessel also states that she first met Elysia at the MOTH base after being rescued

Referencing this reblog thread

Exactly! Looks like a good old retcon to me.

@tea-cat-arts come see this stuff. Scroll all the way down for the conclusion.

Elysia: About Eden

Elysia: Eden is like a sister to me. We were best friends before she became a MANTIS. Mei: Seems like you said the same thing about someone else. Elysia: Did I? I can’t recall. Elysia: But Eden is different. We’re closer than the others. Elysia: She was a victim of the 7th Honkai Eruption. Mei: Hmm? Elysia: On that day, she witnessed her world crumbling in blood and fire. Elysia: But she lived, joined the MOTHs, and became a MANTIS. Elysia: The flames that scorched the earth could not reach the stars above. She’s destined to shine brightly. Elysia: Whether on the stage or in this dying world.

Eden: About Myself

Mei: Eden, can I ask you a question? Eden: Sure, my friend. Mei: I don’t understand why you would join the MOTHs and become a MANTIS. Mei: It’s hard for me to connect this decision with your background. Eden: You’re right. I didn’t know I’d set out on this path either. Eden: I only learned of the existence of the MOTHs after the great fire in Australia. Eden: I lost everything and was taken to their base as one of the survivors. Eden: There I received treatment and support for a long time, and I got to know some of the MOTHs soldiers. Mei: That’s when you met Elysia, right? Eden: Yes, she was the first friend I made there. The first one that asked me to join them. Eden: And I didn’t turn her down. Mei: …Why? Eden: Because I realized something. Eden: The singer Eden died that day in the fire, along with the rest of the old world. Her starlight had gone out. Eden: But as a MOTH, Eden could still shine bright in the world. Eden: While I’m still alive, I’ll live my life to the fullest til the last moment - that’s what I told myself. Eden: So I became a MOTH and participated in the MANTIS program. Mei: …Impressive. Eden: Maybe. Even Ellie was shocked when she learned I was to become a MANTIS. Mei: Hard to imagine someone would accept the surgery voluntarily. Eden: But I couldn’t allow myself to stand idle. I couldn’t watch the light of Eden die. Eden: So before undergoing the surgery, I asked her if I could choose the Honkai Beast to be used for Fusion myself. Mei: You could do that? Eden: No, normally you couldn’t. Eden: The surgery had to factor in the recipient’s physical attributes and how they matched the Honkai Beast genes. Eden: But if there were multiple matches… Ellie said the doctor would give me a choice. Mei: So.. what did you choose? Eden: I said to her: “if there’s a choice.” Eden: “Choose the most dazzling one for me.”

This contradicts the theory that the concert could have been shown to the MOTHs. Eden didn't know that they existed! Elysia in ER points out that she knew Eden before she became a MANTIS, but further retelling specifies that she met Eden after the fire, but before Eden became a MOTH— this is further supported by Eden's recollection A New Star. So the original script has them meet post-fire, when Elysia has been a soldier for five eruptions.

Now when we look at the latest information that was given to us, chapter 31:

Strange Girl: Whoa! Is that the restaurant with a never-ending wait list? Wouldn’t it be too much trouble to bring me along? Eden: Not at all. They always save two seats just for me. Eden: One day that might change, but we should still be good… for tonight at least. Strange Girl: That sounds… awesome! Of course, I’d love to go! Strange Girl: But… after all this talking, I realize I haven’t even introduced myself. The young girl looked back, smiling at Eden. The moonlight reflected silently on her face. Elysia: My name is Elysia, the symbol of paradise… and you?

This is clearly meant to be Eden and Elysia's first meeting, as they introduce themselves to one another. Eden is also still doing shows without second thoughts, which she seems to have given up after the fire, so this scene had to happen before the disaster.

Eden: I’m Ellie’s friend who’s kept her company for the longest time.

Eden claims to have met Elysia first. This means this scene has to have happened prior to Elysia joining the MOTHs, because she met Mobius pretty much right away, and Kevin a few months later and so on, long before the 7th eruption.

There's a contradiction. ER came first, so Chapter 31 is the "latest" canon, which means it's what the story acknowledges (and in-story it's also information that's less likely to have been faked, as the scene is internally recalled by Eden while anyone can lie while talking to Mei.)

Conclusion

They retconned the fuck out of Eden and Elysia's relationship to make it more special.

[youmarin]

Coastal Hikes | JJ Maybank Blurb

A/N: I shouldn't be writing rn but heeey. Didn't really proofread so sorry about that if my English got fucked up somewhere. Inspired by the place I went to yesterday (only that I didn't have a JJ. Added some of the photos I took to help you immerse in the story). Also I sometimes write dialogue between the pogues and don't specify who's speaking just for you to figure it out. I mean I hope I'm doing a good job on that lol. Is this really blurb or do you call it imagine or whatever other name? Idk either but you can either see it as being connected to the fic (though it would be way forward in the story), or not. It doesn't really matter. Enjoy this little piece and until next time. ~Y♡

Summary: JJ takes you on a date and gives you surfing lessons, you go hiking and then have a nice day at the beach just the two of you. (me encanta el resumen pfff).

Relationships: JJ Maybank x reader, pogues x reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.2K (honestly I thought it' would be half of this at least).

JJ and you had gone to the beach on a date. The waves were perfect for surfing, and he had insisted on teaching you how to do it.

“I can’t believe you lived on an island, moved to another island and you still haven’t learned.” , he said, making you roll your eyes.

First, he had explained to you the correct posture, and had done a little demonstration while you observed sitting on your board (it was his too, if you liked it he’ll definitely give you one). He made it look so easy as he approached the wave and stood up on his board, riding it effortlessly.

You had seen him surf before, but still admired how he kept going until the wave crashed and the momentum died down. John B had said it, he was the best.

“You saw that?” he exclaimed happily, proud of his skill. You nodded with a sweet smile. That was until you remembered it was your turn now. “Try to get the next one.”

From a reasonable distance, he watched attentively as you tried to follow what he did earlier. He cheered in encouragement as you both got up on your boards.

5 seconds and you toppled over, coming up to the surface gasping for air, your board floating near you. Just in time to see JJ get down of his and swim towards you to check if you were okay.

That happened nearly every time. JJ couldn’t help but laugh at your frustrated expression. It didn’t matter if you liked it or not, he knew you would try your best. “Don’t feel bad, baby. You’ve been doing it very well." He kissed your forehead. “Do you want to stop?”

After a while, you both got out of the water. You had brought food and drinks so you got where you had left your things and sat down.

“You wanna go for a walk?” He proposed as he stood up from his position sitting in between your legs.

You took the hand he offered to you and got up.

“JJ, where the hell are we going?” You said after approximately twenty minutes walking. You weren’t walking near the water anymore. You had followed a trail some feet away, a difficult one with tree roots and stones, so you had to watch your step and your head from hitting the lower branches. It started to go up, and you could see giant boulders below near the coast, turquoise water in constant motion.

“There’s another beach on the other side and I heard there's like this secret spot.” You wondered how he learned the secret.

Twenty minutes turned into nearly an hour, and you still hadn’t found the place JJ talked to you about. But you had stopped a few times when the trail dipped down again towards the water, swimming and taking pictures.

“I know it’s around here.” He said very sure of himself. You thought about what the other pogues would’ve said to him, or to you for enabling him. You just hoped you didn’t get lost because your phone coverage was long gone, not even the lowest bar showing.

At first when you grabbed your bag he had told you to leave it back but now when he asked you for a water bottle with an innocent smile, seeing your I told you face, he was glad you didn’t do it.

Well, he knew about the place, he just didn’t know how far it was. And just as he started worrying that maybe this was a bad idea and that you probably were hating this date, you reached some stairs.

The way from there on was easier and when you got to the highest point, you took in the scenery. In front of you, down below, you could see the beach, and then endless blue as the ocean stretched away. “It’s beautiful, JJ.” he smiled as he saw your awed face. You leaned your head against him as he wrapped an arm around you.

As you got back, you two went for a promenade along the beach and after some time you decided it was time to go.

When you got back to the Château, you were greeted by John B, “Welcome back, lovebirds.”, who instantly held out his hand waiting for JJ to give back the keys of his van as JJ assured him he didn’t leave a scratch on it. JJ was a good driver, he just didn’t take speed limits seriously. But he was with you so he made sure to be more careful.

“How was your date?”

“You want the scoop so you can go gossip with Kie and Pope later?” JJ told him and John B shrugged, unable to deny it.

“As your best friend I should be the first to hear about it.” He proceeded to tell you both that sure enough, Kie and Pope would show up anytime now.

When you both had showered, you went outside, where John B and Pope were starting a bonfire and Kie walked up to you, greeting you both.

You ate, drank and after a while you and JJ moved to lay on a hammock.

You were snuggled beside him and so it was way more inevitable to miss that something was on his mind.

“You’re very quiet tonight.” You noticed, lifting your head from his chest as you moved to look up at him.

“Miss the sound of my voice?”

“Right, that was it.” you said sarcastically, though you knew he could talk about whatever and no matter if you didn’t really understand what he was talking about you loved listening to him. “Is something wrong?” You asked, being serious now. He stirred the now empty bottle in his hand and sighed.

“It’s just that we spent today doing things that I like and I should’ve thought more about you because maybe you weren’t having fun.” He admitted as he kept avoiding your gaze.

“Is that it?” He nodded. “JJ, I loved it. I got an entire day to spend with you and you shared the things you like with me.” You kissed him, making him finally turn to look at you. He was flustered, but it went unnoticed by you, the orange glow that the fire casted over his face and golden hair making him shine in the darkness of the night. Seeing that smile that reached his eyes made him look even more bright and more handsome than you thought possible. God, you were down bad for him and he still doubted sometimes.

He said nothing but instead chose to kiss you back, hoping he could convey all that he was feeling. He was about to tell you that he loved you right there.

“You two, get a room.” John B broke the moment and your little bubble, making you and JJ laugh, as the latter gave him a middle finger.

“That’s envy speaking. If Sarah was here you wouldn’t even notice us.”

You all kept chatting the night away, and a few moments later, sleep started to take over you. You tried to shake it off but after talking with JJ a little longer you couldn’t fight it anymore. He kissed the top of your head.

“You two are so cute it’s disgusting.”

“I know. We’re cute as hell.”

“And now you ruined it.”

“Are you going to tell us about your date? I mean, not even John B has mentioned anything.”

JJ started retelling the events of the day to his friends, avoiding to gesture too much as he spoke to not bother you. He knew you were a heavy sleeper and they’ll need another hurricane to wake you up but still he told his friends to keep their voices down. He even showed them the pictures you took together.

[outerspacebisexual]

aeia's 300 followers celebration!

i recently reached 300 followers and i want to celebrate with a stranger things requests prompt list!

you can request as many prompts as you want for any genre (just specify what you want when you request!).

at the moment, i'll write for the following characters:

steve harrington

eddie munson

robin buckley

nancy wheeler

jonathan byers

argyle

find the prompt list below!

Prompts:

"You don't miss me, you only miss the thought of me."

"I need you, please."

"I thought it was your turn?"

"Babe, I've got this."

"If we survive this, you’re taking me on a date, you hear me?"

"Do you remember when-" "Oh, I definitely remember."

"We’re either getting married or we’re breaking up."

"You’re wrong. So just sit there in your wrongness and be wrong."

"I... I can’t believe it’s really you. I thought I’d never see you again."

"When are you coming home?"

"You're such an asshole!"

"You lied!" I didn't lie. I just didn't tell you the whole truth."

"You’re not allowed to be gone for a whole week ever again."

"I'll miss you." "I hope so."

"You’re gonna have a really hard time topping this apology next time we fight."

"Shhh! You’re gonna get us caught!"

"I can’t believe I thought you were a good person. Congratulations, you’ve proven me wrong."

"I can't leave with you crying like this."

"I'm scared out of my mind, but I'm also...excited?"

"Stay with me?"

"Who are you?"

"You're a piece of work." "A very beautiful one."

"I'm not leaving you."

"If you don't leave right now, I'm calling the cops."

"We're in this together. You and me."

"It's just a scratch." "You're bleeding profusely."

"How did you find me?"

"I don't know whether to be happy or pissed off."

"Don't look now, but I think we've been spotted."

"This is cozy." "This is a broom closet."

"Get off me."

"And who do you call?" "Ghostbusters." "No, me!"

"I need a place to stay."

"Promise me you'll come back."

"I don't want you."

"You need to tell me the truth." "I can't."

"I can't sleep."

"Turn around, I'm doing something illegal."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I came in through your window." "You mean you broke in." "Well, when you put it like that..."

"I'm not doing this without you."

"Where are you hurt?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"This is so stupid."

"Go ahead and try and stop me."

"Did something happen while I was gone."

"Who did this to you?"

"This is all your fault!" "It is not!"

"Who was that?"

"Baby, you're the one for me."

"I'm immortal." "I think you're just incredibly lucky."

"Is that what I think it is?"

"I'm going to need you to trust me."

"Why do you never listen to me?"

"Are you OK?"

"You're my best friend!" "And I can't take it anymore!"

"Wanna bet?"

"I dare you."

"I'm here. I've got you."

"I can't take this anymore."

"Please, don't hurt me!"

"How long have you been standing there?" "Long enough."

"Hello?" "Don't be mad."

"I need you to bail me out."

"You're so incredibly beautiful."

"I almost lost you."

"This whole thing was a mistake."

"Who died and made you chief?"

"You're staring."

"I never thought my life would end up like this."

"I didn't know where else to go."

"Breathe with me. In and out."

"I love you." "I wish you didn't."

"This is the best day of my life."

"Are you disappointed?" "With you? Never."

"I can't imagine my life without you."

"That's a bit hypocritical, don't you think?"

"I don't know if you're aware, but this is a life or death situation."

"Pfft, I'm totally cool with it."

"Who says I can't?" "I do."

thank you for all the love i've received on all my works so far. i appreciate it so so much!

<3 aeia

[rizardofether]

More EtherClan Clangen adventures

Cedarpaw the hype man

Month 30

This one in particular.. Gravy what did you do..

And she's feeling underappreciated huh.. What went down. With strict personality I'd imagine she would follow the Warrior Code, even if she was a former loner

Conan the cat. What a name. For a kittypet though I guess that sounds plausible.

Rip your tail. Poor Talonpaw lost it..

Oh what a cool name..

Oh shit! I didn't think it would be like, immediate.

Having a cat randomly be named Nintendo is so funny still..

Sprucefur's grandkits have grown to become apprentices now. I want to see more relations and large family trees. Hopefully I can get more of that in the future..

These two are apparently scheming together

Month 31

We got a super cool former kittypet join us, Cinderflame. Too bad she's an elder, not much for her to do or live left.. She is now the oldest cat in the clan. I do wonder how long they can live at most..

Month 32

There's a PythonClan now too apparently. Also Woodsun bringing even more kits in now. You just lost your mate in the last 6 months and are already screwing around huh?!

The cat from PythonClan is Honeyberry, who takes the title of the oldest cat from Cinderflame who held it for just one month

Woodsun has so many kits now..

Quimby?? Wow what a name..

Triscuit, huh another interesting name. It's really interesting seeing what kind of names it comes up with.

We ended up with two Foxkits. Well atleast they're different genders and slightly different ages so you can use those to specify which one you're talking about

Poor Skypaw died on his first patrol..

Oh Nintendo..

Rookstar is still very pathetic

Month 33

There goes one of the Foxkits. Had to check which one it is by seeing which one was left. The one who died was the younger male. The youngest death at 0 months old..

Also Egretwhisker came with some kits when he joined and already went out to get more. The first two were the ones he came with and the last two are who he got just now.

And then to replace the Foxkit that died I got another cat with a fox- prefix, I guess?

Badgerstem is hoping for even more apprentices? I think two is enough for medicine cats though..