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Dan posted this video that gave us a HUGE peek into Martin's notes about episodes they're working on...
Screenshots (with about 90% ID of what's visible, bless his handwriting) under the cut! Fair warning, it's long, but there's a lot going on here, and it's so much to think about!
picture 1: ????? chicken head funnier
picture 2: (first page) Reactionator
? Speakers all over town People's phones Therapist Doof & Candace
Therapist thinks she is crazy but is tactful
The shrink is delusional ? ? exercise that is the catalyst for Cand. being delusional
Candace "It's A Wonderful Life" -- After actual bust C sees everyone doing much worse she feels sad
Family - I think you discuss it Cruise Ship - P&F Van/Doof Last chance to Candace A / Perry back
(second page) Doof's DEI W/A C's Therapist
Doof same therapist
Ferb is next a speech therapist
Doof trauma-dumping on therapist
Therapist "The real self-destruct button is in your head"
Therapist does ex(?)nemesis - therapist
Therapist sees - "WAIT, I GET IT, what Candace is doing gets taken away by what HE'S DOING--"
(note going down side of page) GUEST ON DOOFENPUSS
Doof ? regular ? ? - but she can't ? this because of C ? Confidential ALL DANVILLE Doof and Vanessa on cruise ALL CHARACTERS ? Reactionator blackmail secret I ever tell you w/Lindana whose solved mysteries
picture 3: (script on the table) (our first potential season 6 title?) PHINEAS AND FERB
"VANESSAY"
Written by Martin Olson & Olivia Olson
picture 4: Vanessay
Change tennis to playground
Roger & slushy guy not zapped
Rog. - reflects ray w/ his teeth - set up teeth first Doof: strong jaw -
Agent T thumbnotes "Up the chimney is a weird visual pun" Stacy: "You know we have a front door."
C & Stacy w/ambient sounds joke sequence - cut down?
Mono - "Four seasons of this show" Why did I ? ? ?
To Liv for Vanessay Playground - see how ? ? trap sets scene - a handled window box
Stacy: "Hey ? I ? ANIMAL NOISES!" CUT TO BLACK
Stacy pushes ? out of doorway
Dimin: after "Shorty" - No prize is worth this!
picture 5: T For Teen For Liv - SC 916 Perry leaps into air & does triple flip & lands ready to fight
Pitch n buttons for each
Exec note - Thurs - T For Teens 1:48 end of C/Stacy annual ? sudden cut to end ? w "napkins"
MEAP - PT2 S&P CONCERNS
(I cannot make this bit out to save my life. Martin what in the world my dude)
picture 6: Meap pt 2 - thumbnotes
22 to Meap - "Uh-uh! An ship ? us away!" (clumsy)
Fix pronunciation "St. Lois" joke C is shushed by Meap
Tidy up - don't have everyone say "Don't forget to flush"
C pressing red button to explode ? ship sucks
Brenda joke sexist "No one tracks you through the universe more than your wife"
picture 7: 501 PT1 Exec notes - bigger intro of Doof instead of him on yearbook 10:27 Buf. throw away Constitution Irving beat #2 too quick to nerd
Deconstructing thumbatic
Instead of "psychosis" "phantasma"
607 - Isa hair - 704 OWCA shredding SC
C feels good - "? ? that every day"
12 min: Viewers see The Murder Board
Biblio Blast anim. notes Perry incompetent - smashes into Doof's roof Cut down - plants surrounding/attacking Cut down Doof/Per table start w/Doof "We have to HIT SELF DESTRUCT"
picture 8: (page 1) song by the paver the wind makes love w/each other again
around us - it all seems so real meaning confounds us - cuz nothing's revealed we're SW in love w/each other again
Middle 1: From nothing we hustle Towards each other again Our love seems to circle Without any end
V3: The cloud of unknowing has such beautiful colors But where is it all going ? towards one another? we're SW - in love w/each other again
Middle 2: We seek out each other Every time we appear Sometimes we find another Before we disappear
INSTRUMENTAL W/DANCING SKELETON
(page 2) Middle 3: The breeze says to hug her And show how we feel Slowly healing each other Every turn of the wheel
Repeat V1: So basically - We're SW Along by the river We sit on a porch and The wind makes us shiver We're SW in love w/ each other again We're SW in love w/ each other again
JOSH - The paver of
picture 9: While Dance
says to hug her how we feel healing each other turn of the wheel
Repeat V1: (So basically)
We're SW Alone by the river We sit on the ? and The wind makes us shiver We're SW In love w/each other again
picture 10: Swampy
is trapped
back build something
element
State Triangle
"It's like the Berm[uda Triangle] totally different
(Teen lounge) & P&F build
too much like
Dan wants PLANE to
Doof is the ship
Jon said we turn strong where Doof is in the clouds - there's
picture 11: It's a whole new summer Perry (reblog if u cried)
Earthquake
Mom is laughing so hard she can't look
Staring contest - Try not to laugh
Candace has to be ? at Jeremy's larping tournament but she laughs
picture 12: Perry sick, "Can you take
Candace P&F canoe race
Laughtrack-inator Start ? - reveal Doof hits them w/a Doof keeps cranking it up
Doof rises wall of ? behind at ?
Laugh-inator Cut to surgeon heart
Norm: Good mg. sir Doof: But I programmed you to
picture 13: (this is another view of the page in picture 2, but this one reveals slightly more at the bottom, nothing too noteworthy added except for this)
LINDANA 80'S COP MOVIE - GUEST ON DOOFENPUS
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Itâs the most âšwonderfulâš time of year! AKA time for the annual RWRB Christmas fic exchange that I do with some friends every year. Would you believe that this is our fourth year doing this?
For the next 8 days, weâll be posting a fic anonymously each day to the Don We Now (Even More) Gay Fanfiction collection on ao3. Iâll update this post with the links to each fic as they go up. The author reveals will be shared before New Yearâs Eve âșïž
Iâm so excited to see what everyoneâs come up with!
Day 1: Home for the Holidays || M || 9.3k || a gift for @indomitable-love
When Alex discovers that Henry's Christmas plans involve staying in their apartment alone, he does what any good roommate would do and drags Henry along to his family Christmas at the lake house. It's a win-win situation, since everything is better for Alex when Henry is around. Henry is his person. Completely fucking platonically, of course.
Day 2: Playing For The Other Team || E || 6.1k || a gift for @three-drink-amy
Alex is the captain of his college lacrosse team. Henry captains the football teamâor the soccer team, depending on who you ask. But if you think either team has their main rival within their own sport, you are very deeply wrong.
Or: two sports teams, both alike in dignity. In the Samson Memorial Stadium, where we lay our scene.
Day 3: The Thirteenth Duke || E || 10.7k || a gift for @villiageidiot
Alex is trying to find himself after his divorce, and Castle Llwynywermod seems like the perfect place to do it. Henry, the grumpy duke who owns the castle in question, strongly disagrees. This can only go well. (An 'A Castle for Christmas' movie fusion fic.)
Day 4: Ho for the Holidays || T || 6k || a gift for yours truly
It sort of starts on New Year's Eve, although maybe it's actually Valentine's Day. But probably St. Patrick's Day. Well, whenever it starts, it ends on Christmas, but for good reason. Holiday hook-ups can only stay hook-ups for so long.
Day 5: Making a List, Checking it Twice || E || 18.6k || a gift for @athousandrooms & @dustratcentral
When Alex lands a job house-sitting for an international man of mystery, heâs more than a little intrigued. According to Nora, the owner of the Brooklyn brownstone is a spy. According to June, heâs a prince. Alex is convinced his employer is a fifty-year-old man who loves tartan and ugly, porcelain homewares. Also, Alex might be flirting with his boss via a handwritten grocery list. Just a little bit.
Day 6: The Flight Before Christmas || M || 7.2k || a gift for @welcometololaland
Alex loves his job. He gets to fly all over the world and see incredible places. It satisfies his restlessness and his need to always be on the move. But sometimes, Alex hates his job. Hates the passengers. One passenger in particular. --- or Alex is a flight attendant and Henry is his most-hated passenger.
Day 7: Baby, Itâs Cold Outside || E || 12.6k || a gift for @clottedcreamfudge
Alex needs this trip. He needs it. Too many months have gone by since he and Henry were in the same place. It was so easy to get used to being in the same city. He feels like a different person than who he was the last time he saw Henry. Maybe thatâs just because the last term felt like an eternity. As he looks at the map on the screen, the little plane icon gets closer and closer to England. If he shuts his eyes, he can feel Henry a bit more.
Day 8: I might just give you a chance (every-which way) || M || 8.4k || a gift for @everwitch-magiks
Alex is on his holiday break, which is why he signs up to take on the bulk of helping his sister with her charity market stall. And while he does actually like the bustle and interactions with people that come with the job, he will admit only to himself that what he enjoys the most is antagonising his market nemesis, who, inexplicably with Alexâs âfuck youâ attitude, keeps coming around to make a daily purchase.
PS. If you're looking for more firstprince holiday fics you can find our earlier Christmas fic exchanges here: 2021, 2022 and 2023
cc: @welcometololaland @three-drink-amy @clottedcreamfudge @everwitch-magiks @athousandrooms
@indomitable-love @dustratcentral @villiageidiot
#red white and royal blue#red white and royal blue fic#rwrb fic#rwrb#firstprince#firstprince fic#don we now (even more) gay fanfiction
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2024.06 ~ Top 10 longest fics posted on AO3
1. When you are ready to go on... but you go back by Sakura521 [M, 175k]
âșAfter the battle of Hogwarts ended Harry thought he could finally be done with all the drama and just have some quiet and peace, but when a freak accident strickes him down he really thinks it would be permanent this time... But he wakes up again in a otherworldly place he rolls with it and goes back in time in hopes to fix everything and no one has to die except the really bad guys. [...] Harry Potter will save everyone and make sure all his loved ones lives a perfect happy life. And if he finds something special for him too, well, he is the savior after all.
2. Beholden by @faith2wood [E, 123k]
âșDraco Malfoy might not be a killer, but it turns out he's an effective painkiller. If stopping pain was all Draco's touch did, things might not be so complicated, but either way Harry can't afford to be choosy.
3. Return to Sender by @draykray [E, 113k]
âșWhile dealing with the repercussions of his father's imprisonment, Draco Malfoy receives a desperate letter from his arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. He replies, careful to keep himself anonymous, but their tenuous correspondence can only last so long as sixth year approaches, and with it, all the trouble Draco has been so carefully avoiding.
4. The BFF Plot (Harry Potter RWRB) by Gingit [E, 107k]
âșHarry and Draco are forced to pretend to be friends after a little... incident at a fundraising gala involving a cake and a little too much alcohol. Neither of them is happy with the arrangement, but their respective senses of duty to family and an electoral campaign keep them both cooperative. As they reluctantly get to know each other better, they learn that maybe they have more in common than they thought, and the pretend friendship turns into something more. [...]
5. Alliges Duplicia: Bound by @talesfromanuntoldstoryâ [E, 102k]
âșHarry and Draco both go back to Hogwarts for the 8th year. Harry goes because he skipped his 7th year, and Draco goes because he failed his. They get stuck working together on a Potionâs project because they both skipped the same class in which pairs were chosen. Due to the clumsiness of another student, their brilliant work turns into a disaster when, somehow, their magical energies get bonded together, which forces them to stay in close proximity to each other. [...]
6. To What We Owe Our Miseries by @writandromance [?, 100k]
âșA rare Daily Prophet honour, bestowed upon both Harry and Ginny, disturbs the dependable routine of their lives between league competitions. [...] The arrival of Blaise Zabini, a fellow honouree, catches Ginnyâs attention when no one else can. Harryâs thrilled for her, but the matchmaking would be much more painless if he didnât have to endure the constant presence of Blaiseâs companion, the inexpressive, pejorative Draco Malfoy.
7. Reasons to Trust by @alcohen [M, 89k]
âșOf all the possible ways to redeem himself in his own eyes, Draco Malfoy chose to become a therapist. Rebuilding oneâs self-esteem isnât an easy thing, though, and the real turning point comes when he runs into Harry at a gay bar, and, to Dracoâs surprise, he doesnât seem to hate him anymore. /// This is a story about finding acceptance, gaining and then losing trust, and ultimately choosing to rebuild it from the ashes.
8. Enduring by @mykkitno [E, 88k]
âșDuring Yule of Harryâs fifth year, he finds something in the Chamber of Secrets that answers questions he hadnât realized he had, but he keeps the knowledge hidden until he canât anymore. Resorting to Dark Magic isnât something he thought heâd do, but the changes it wrought arenât ones he regrets because the alternative would have made things worse.
9. Nightmare by chrysaetius [T, 82k]
âșAfter the war, some of the students have returned to Hogwarts for the 8th year. Students who had their own common rooms and dormitories have been coupled as roommates due to McGonagall's excuse of 'uniting the houses'. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have started sharing a room. They try to ignore each other despite the mutual hatred. Harry has nightmares at night and he's not able to move past them. One of these nights, Draco decides he's had enough and tries to wake Harry. However, he suddenly finds himself in Harry's dream. Or rather, his nightmare.
10. Narcissa Malfoy, Fairy Godmother by @duchessdulce [T, 81k]
âșNarcissa was a pureblood supremacist. Narcissa had a Muggle friend. These things were both true. /// Also: Itâs fifth year for Harry Potter, and Malfoyâs eleven-year-old cousin has just started at Hogwarts. When Harry begins to suspect that the girl is actually Muggleborn, he canât rest until he finds out what Malfoy is really up to.
â» HONOURABLE MENTIONS :
11. The Truest Lie by Zoythren [M, 43k]
âșHarry knows something is wrong with Malfoy and he intends to find out what. He expects it to be a Dark Mark on his arm, and a horrible task. What he doesn't expect is finding a Draco Malfoy that is almost impossible to stay away from. What he doesn't expect to find his for his school rival to show him all the truths no one else dares to say out loud. What he doesn't expect to find ... is everything.
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â» Word count: 1k ~ 15k
â» Word count: 15k ~ 40k
Ballad of the Mantis by @tessacrowley [E, 27k]
The Dangers of a Muggle Flat by Justlikewriting [M, 21k]
Eternal Reunion by Splashstorm [E, 38k]
Think of Home by SpicyNoodleJun [G, 36k]
i was having visions of sugared pastry (cooked up in clarified butter) by infectiousdisease, solifuge [M, 33k]
Protego Fragor by nutmeg223344 [G, 22k]
Sweet Lies by L_hyuga [E, 17k]
your braids like a pattern by @hoko-onchi-writes [E, 31k]
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The Lookalike (Part 5)
â Summary: The first thing you remembered after your death was an argument. âNo, this isnât one of my fucking sluts.â The man behind you exhaled, frustrated. âThis is a present for you. Something to help you work through your Alastor fixation.â You awaken in Hell as the near-spitting image of a certain infamous radio host. Unfortunately for you, you immediately fall into the clutches of his nemesis, and then into the talons of the Radio Demon himself.Â
â Warnings: hermaphrodite!reader, deer!reader, they/them pronouns used, Alastor X reader, Vox X reader, Alastor X Vox, drug use, explicit sexual content, reader is in Hell for a reason, Valentino, canon typical scenarios.
â Author's note: This is now a series! Part I Part2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 6 BONUS SCENE Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue
Given that you were the same size, and the intention was to have you pose as him, Alastor allowed you to raid his wardrobe without complaint. The bulk of it was variants on the same outfit, a palette swapped version of the suit that Vox had dressed you in, but you found enough pieces in the back to entertain yourself; a dress shirt with suspenders over it, a waistcoat, a jaunty little fez that attached to the hair with a hairpin and a cravat to hide the bruising on your neck.
You still looked like Alastor, but more of a bellhop than a concierge, and weighing the manâs gaze on you, you could tell this had been the right decision. He viewed you as his lesser, and seeing that reflected in your dress gave a less guarded edge to his smile that had not been there before.
Alastor returned your things to you, the wire and the aphrodisiac, and led you out into the hotel proper to introduce you to the rest of the staff.
âThis here is Niffty,â said Alastor, fondly, gesturing to the pint-sized demon in a maidâs outfit who ran up to you as the two of you entered the lobby.
âHello, Niffty,â you said, extending a hand to her. âA pleasure to make your acquaintance.â
Niffty stared up at you, her single eye wide and curious. Rather than speak, she placed a large dead cockroach in your open palm, then smiled at you toothily before running away.
Alastorâs eyes creased at the corners. âI think she likes you,â he said. âBut who knows, honestly, so watch your back. The others here are Vaggie, with the one eye, the grumpy pussycat behind the bar is Husker, and that one there is our hotelâs singular guest, Angel Dust. Lucifer and his daughter arenât here right now, but youâll cross paths soon enough.â
Vaggie stopped and stared, her expression at first confused, and then angry. âAlastor, why are there two of you? What did you do?â
Alastor just smiled obliquely. âWhat did I do? Why, nothing at all. This good fellow is merely my body double. Theyâll be assisting me for a while.â
Angel Dust squinted at you from his perch at the bar, his look appraising. âSoo⊠They slash Them?â he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Alastor stepped in before you could speak, an arm slung friendly around your shoulders. âActually I think theyâre more of a strangler.â
âSo you found yourself a murder twin. Fuckinâ great.â The big cat behind the bar sighed as he polished a glass.
Taking out a handkerchief, you folded it carefully around the dead insect, giving it a little squeeze to check that it was actually dead, and headed over to the bar.
Angel Dust gave you a lascivious grin. âSo how was sex with the tv?â he asked, both hands folded under his chin.
This time you felt a chill in the air as Alastor stiffened behind you. You could practically feel the static in his throat.
âIâm sorry?â you cocked your head, apologetic.
âOh, donât be coy, I saw the pictures.â Angel Dust winked at you.
âPictures?â you felt your composure break, just a little. Of course Vox had taken pictures. The bedroom had been studded with cameras, and if you had to guess he probably had at least one embedded in his face. You hadnât expected him to distribute them though. And though youâd only been in your body a few days, it was a little galling to think of strangers looking at your naked form. Your ears dropped fractionally.
âOh shit, you didnât know.â Angel Dust looked genuinely apologetic for about a second. âWell, welcome to Hell, I guess.â
Alastor took a seat beside you, not looking you in the eye. âHe didnât send them to everyone, of course. Only to me.â
âIt doesnât matter who he sends em to if he took em without proper licensing,â said Angel, sagely. âWas he any good at least? Or did he just lay there, with his big flat head?â Angel gestured in a square around his own head.
You gave a tight lipped smile. âI donât talk about things like that. Past partners, I mean.â
âWhatâs the harm? Sounds like he already betrayed your trust.â
âBecause itâs rude.â You spread your hands. âIf Iâm just going to behave like the people who wrong me, then who am I, really?â
âYouâre in Hell,â said Angel, with a derisive wave of his hand. âLive a little.â He laughed, but Husk slid you a drink across the bartop, and you sensed something that might have been approval in Alastorâs gaze.
Your first week in the hotel passed quickly, with Alastor taking full advantage of your promise to help around the hotel. There were few guests, but the hotel itself was enormous, so most of your tasks consisted of cleaning, dusting, or pulling Niffty out when she got stuck in the air vents.
Alastor didnât talk about the encounter you had shared, neither the tussle nor the intimacy afterwards, so you were a little surprised when he asked you to move into his room with him. The space inside the room was huge, and at night he would vanish into his personal swamp to do who knew what, leaving you to sleep in his bed with a set of his pajamas on.
A little personal space felt good after days trapped in Voxâs bedroom, but it didnât take many nights for the bed to feel a little too large with only one body in it. That he was avoiding sharing the bed with you was a certainty; the sheets smelled like him, and more than once you found yourself sleeping curled around one of his pillows, face pressed against the fabric.
The way that Alastor would casually reach out and squeeze one of your antlers if he passed you alone in a hotel corridor told you that the two of you were probably still on kissing terms, or at least that Alastor thought little of such small displays of intimacy.
You spent time watching Alastor where you could, learning his mannerisms and gait. You lacked his magic, of course, but your voice had the same tendency as his to give a tinny, faintly distorted sound, and you found you could replicate his silvery canned laughter with a little effort. The physical part was a little more difficult, with your body still new and a little unsteady, but within the first few days you had a passable imitation of how Alastor walked. There was a quirk to his stride, an intermittent tension to his shoulders, which you began to imitate too. Perhaps it was an injury of some sort, but it was hard to tell. Alastorâs other major quirk was that he never dropped his smile. You didnât copy that, but took note of it for later.
Walking past the lounge, you caught sight of Charlie and all the residents starting up one of their group activities, and stopped to watch.
Charlie clapped her hands. âAlright, everyone, for our next activity, we are going to do hugging! Everyone pick a partner, and weâll do a one minute timed hug.â
âWeâre one short if we want pairs,â said Vaggie, looking around the room.
âHey, tall dark and ambiguous,â Angel Dust caught your eye from his place on the sofa, and wiggled an eyebrow suggestively. âYou want in on this?â
You checked the watch on your wrist- after hours- and shrugged. âSure.â
A cold presence manifested behind you. âIf my double is joining, it would be remiss of me not to,â said Alastor, emerging from the shadows. His claws settled delicately on your shoulder. âYouâll be my partner, wonât you?â
You glanced back, spotted the possessive look in Alastorâs eyes, and nodded. âOf course. Sorry, Angel.â
Angel Dust gave an audible sigh as Niffty crawled into his lap.
âAlastor? Youâre joining? But that leaves us with an odd number again.â Charlieâs face fell.
âThatâs okay, Charlie. I can sit this one out.â Lucifer, who had been sitting on the second couch, got to his feet.
âBut dadâŠâ
âIâm being a team player. Thatâs what dads are for, right?â Lucifer gave his daughter a fond smile, which she returned uncertainly. âIâm just gonna take some air.â
âOkay.â Charlie watched her father leave the room, her expression clouded, but she shook her head, taking in the room of people waiting for her to speak. âUh, okay. So, like I said, weâre going to do the timed hug, and everyone has to ask a question, and answer a question truthfully. Iâll start the stopwatch.â
Sitting in a chair with Alastor was the first time youâd felt his arms around you since heâd climbed atop of you in his bed. His chest fit flush with your back, and he hooked his chin over your shoulder as both of you settled into the cuddle. Had he done this just to stop you from cuddling up with the porn demon? It seemed likely.
âWill you start, or shall I?â Alastor asked, your faces close enough that you breathed the same air. Looking around, no-one in the room was looking at the two of you, each of the participants engrossed in their own quiet conversations.
âIs that your question?â you asked, mildly.
âA question each.â Alastorâs eyes creased at the corners. âBravo, impostor. I believe weâve fulfilled the conditions of Charlieâs activity.â
âNot quite. Weâre here until the timer goes. So we might as well talk.â
âI suppose. What are you thinking about?â
âIâm wondering why youâve asked me to sleep in your bed when you have no intention of sharing it with me,â you said, careful to keep your voice low, audible only to him.
âOh? Is it so surprising that I want to keep an eye on my things?â Alastorâs smile quirked, a challenge. Say youâre not mine. I dare you.
âI donât see Husk or Niffty sleeping in there,â you said, a soft challenge rather than a direct one.
Alastor trailed a possessive hand from your navel to your chest, making your breath catch in your throat. âHusker and Niffty,â he said quietly. âDo not have my face. Do not mistake their situations for yours.â
âAnd what is my situation, exactly?â you asked.
Alastor gave a hiss of displeasure at being cornered like this, and you noted the sound. His hand still over your chest, he flexed his claws, the sharp ends pressure points in a pentacle over your heart. âYouâre mine,â he said. âNot anyone elseâs. Mine.â
That was either deranged or romantic; you couldnât quite decide which. âBecause I look like you?â
âBecause no-one else can be allowed to see my- our face. What we look like, in agony or ecstasy.â Alastorâs smile was steady, but his voice had a strained edge even at this low volume.
âThatâs just for you, huh.â
âIâm glad you understand.â
âI wouldnât have a problem with that if I felt like you had any intention of seeing my expressions yourself,â you said, your own quiet challenge. You liked Alastor well enough, but an eternity of celibacy was a tall ask.
Alastor laughed in your ear, the sound silvery, his slight chest trembling with mirth. âWhat would you propose we do?â
You mulled it over, comfortable in his embrace. Given Alastorâs reticence in sharing the bed, straight up propositioning him for sex probably wasnât the correct route. âI have the bottle of aphrodisiac I took,â you said, careful not to mention Voxâs name. Youâd wanted to have it as an option for your eventual hunts, but you had no idea what the suitable dosages might be. âI wanted to test it as a knockout drug. Help with that?â It was an lowball pitch, an objective besides sex and no obligation for him to perform.
âSurely youâre joking.â Alastor rolled his eyes. âIâm not about to be your test subject.â
âOf course not. Youâre stronger than me. Iâd be the test subject.â You intended the flattery, acknowledging Alastorâs strength, and caught a flicker of something like pride in his face.
âI suppose I could help with that,â he said, his tone light but his eyes betraying interest. âIt might even be entertaining.â
Lucifer approached Alastorâs bedroom door with trepidation, and looked around. That Alastor might have been his inferior in terms of raw power, which the fight with Adam had proved, but he was a tricky one. He had been attending Charlieâs activity with his double, but who was to say there wasnât a third or fourth Alastor in the hotel somewhere. Lucifer stared at a dark patch on the floor in front of the door for a second too long before realizing it was his own shadow.
Cracking his knuckles, Lucifer transformed himself into a tiny snake with a top hat, and slithered underneath Alastorâs door.
If Mr TV man wanted cameras and microphones all over Alastorâs room, the King of Hell would provide.
Despite your earlier bravery, nervousness was a tightness in your chest as you returned to Alastorâs room that night. Memories of your previous encounter swirled in your gut, and you reminded yourself that he hadnât agreed to a repeat performance, at least not explicitly.
Alastor was already there, laying out a set of small brass scales on his table, picking the small weights from the velvet box with his talons and lining them up beside it. Wordlessly you stalked up beside him, placing the bottle onto the table and picking out a suitable thimble sized container from the box.
Ingested, or inhaled? Ingested, you decided- you had no idea if the stuff would rip up your airways. Balancing the scales, you measured out a few grams. Given that Vox had just left this laying around in his bedroom, you doubted such a small dose would be lethal, and if it knocked you out for the count, you trusted Alastor enough to put you to bed.
You removed your shoes and waistcoat, taking a seat before you swallowed the powder, clearing your mind and taking stock of your body.
The first wave of the drugâs effects hit immediately, and you were glad youâd been conservative with the dose. The warmth spread from your throat to your chest, leaving your nerve-endings buzzing in its wake as it spread.
Alastor watched, giving you a questioning tilt of the head.
You swallowed as sensation flooded your body, struggling to keep a clear head. âIâm going to run, now. Try and stop me.â
The hardest thing was turning away, not immediately offering yourself up for soft touches, skin against skin. Part of you wanted to turn around and offer to wrestle, but you had a good idea of where that would go. That in itself was a useful effect of the drug, but not enough. Someone who knew they were being hunted by you would have the wherewithal to at least try to run.
With your senses on fire, running was a strange sensation, each bound through Alastorâs ersatz swamp dimension feeling precarious, almost drunken. The air was thick and humid, and it almost felt as if it was pooling in your lungs, slowing you down. As requested, Alastor chased, a shadow in your peripheral vision, glimpses of him spurring you on. He didnât run full tilt, as you were trying to do, but rather proceeded calmly through the bayou, moving closer with his shadow when your quick pace put him too far behind. The closer he got, the harder it was to keep running. Your arousal was evident to you now, your cock half-hard in your pants, your pulse almost tangible through your core, all the quicker for your physical exertion.
Alastor caught your forearm in his hand, and you stumbled, heart dropping in your chest. The drug was something similar to the rave drugs in the mortal world, making physical contact feel like affection, a little like falling in love, a little like a long night under the stars, backs against the ground.
âYouâre not even struggling,â Alastor noted, quietly amused. âDo you think this dosage might suffice?â
âI can still run.â
âBut youâre not running,â said Alastor. He trailed a hooked finger up your chest and underneath your cravat, pulling your head forward, his voice turning singsong. âYou donât want to run.â
It was true- you didnât want to run. You wanted to lapse into something more carnal, pull him to the ground with you, but that wasnât entirely the drug.
You did try to pull away then, but even his light touch felt inexorable. Alastorâs smile shifted, becoming less the surface level curve his face usually wore and more an expression of intense interest. You could feel the drugâs effects intensifying, your perceptions warping in a not entirely unpleasant way as Alastor pulled you to him. Heat in your face, heat in your loins. âTry to run,â he spoke into your ear, the touch of his breath on your skin making your hair stand on end. âTry to escape me.â
You did, some part of your mind still capable of resisting, and you twisted from his grasp, making it a few steps before he was on you again, this time pushing you to the ground.
You gasped into the dirt, your vision swimming.
âWould you like me to take notes?â Alastor asked, pinning you to the ground with one hand between your shoulderblades, the weight of his palm unnaturally heavy. âAbout how docile you are under the influence of this, how malleable?â He leaned in close, face beside yours. âHow you become perfect, vulnerable prey?â
You moved without thinking, turning your head to kiss him. For a few seconds he returned the kiss, tongue sweeping against yours, before his body tensed and he recoiled from you. You rolled to your side, watching confused as he stumbled back, scraping his tongue with his hand.
âFuck,â hissed Alastor, and it occurred to you the maybe heâd gotten a secondary dose of the drug from your mouth.
âItâs not so bad,â you called to him.
âItâs all very well you saying that,â said Alastor, a little archly, his smile prim. âYou volunteered to take this stuff.â
âAnd you got a fraction of what I did,â you said, keeping your tone coaxing. âWeâll both be fine.â
You crawled over to him, laying your head against his knee, and watched his face, the way his pupils dilated, ever so slightly, antlers larger than they had been a moment before.
âYouâve poisoned me,â he grumbled, but didnât stop you as you climbed into his lap, or as you leaned in to kiss him again. His body gave a small tremor as your lips touched, and you looped your hands around his shoulders, kissing his cheek, his jaw, your skin feeling like white light where it touched his. âA good showing again, my double,â he said, his smile almost feral against your neck.
âI didnât poison you on purpose.â
âYou would say that,â said Alastor.
He pushed you from his lap and onto the soft ground of the faux bayou, on your hands and knees.
âSee what youâve done to me?â He pressed his hard cock against the back of your thigh, hot through the fabric, and you whimpered, rolling your hips back against him. With a quick and trembling hand he unhooked your suspenders, pulling down trousers and underwear, freeing his own cock with a susurrus of fabric and pushing himself between your thighs.
âFuck.â You bit your lip, feeling the heat of him, the swell of him, the wetness at his tip as he found friction between your inner thighs. The drugs made his touch feel like love, made your cunt ache and your own cock further stiffen and weep. He pushed your shoulders down and you cried out into the dirt, arching your back as he reached around to grasp you.
âStill, canât say I object too vehemently,â said Alastor, hand curling perfectly around your cock, pumping in time with his own thrusts. âItâs not so different to masturbation, after all.â
You groaned at the dual sensation, Alastorâs hand firm but steady round your shaft, and the heat of his cock as he fucked between your thighs. âInside me.â You raised your face from the dirt to speak. âAlastor. Inside me, please.â
Alastor gave a thoughtful hum, but backed off just enough to let you angle and open yourself for him. With the similarity in your stature, it was easily done, and Alastor held himself still as you lined your entrance with his tip, and pushed back onto him. Your senses still heightened by the drugs, the feeling of him was exquisite, every inch of him a heady burn as he filled your cunt.
âThat is-â he made a noise in his throat, one of unmistakable pleasure. âThat is quite a convenient bit of anatomy, darling.â
That simple utterance was enough to bring a flush to your face, no matter that the man was already buried to the hilt in you. Darling. He had called you darling.
The whole week you had known him, he had called you his pretender, his impostor, his double and on a handful of occasions dear, in the same way that a doting grandparent might call a child, but darling was a different name entirely. Darling hit different when he was balls deep, antlers growing, palm curled around your cock and about to fuck you. Some of it was bound to be your altered mental state, of course, but not entirely. Did he care for you? Did you care for him in the same way? You whimpered, soft animal noises as he began to move inside you.
Perhaps sensing your emotional state, or perhaps from sentiment on his own part, Alastorâs movement was slow, each thrust a burning stretch on your cunt that left you able to do little more than gasp into the dirt as he bottomed out, balls resting against your labia.
âDarling,â he breathed into your shoulder at one such nadir, and the amused exhalation he gave afterwards told you that he could tell exactly the effect that word had on you. With a startle you realized that he had become bigger than he was, not just his cock but the entirety of his body, his torso longer, his arms longer, even his fingers curled around your cock. âYou asked for this, remember that.â
âDarling,â you returned, heart in your throat, hoping that he could feel what you felt, and his response was a deep, animal rumble, from inside his inhuman chest as he hunched around your smaller body. It was only one word, one term of endearment, but perhaps it was enough. He fucked you then, not with abandon but control, the control of a man used to inflicting sensation in an exacting and precise manner. Each thrust felt like a descent into madness, bringing tears to your eyes, making your hips quiver as you tried to move against him, but Alastor held your waist with one clawed hand. You came more quickly than you wanted, spilling onto his fingers and the dirt beneath you, and he fucked you through it, the stretch of him enough to make you twitch all by itself.
âShould I finish inside you?â he asked, a tight, trembling edge to his voice, and you realized that his usual playful repartee had been missing all the time he had been fucking you, that this whole time he had been hanging on for sheer life, holding himself from his own orgasm.
âPlease,â you whimpered into the dirt, and your suspicions here confirmed as you felt the first hot pulse of his cum inside you almost immediately, a noise from him very similar to the one you had been making, something between an animal cry and the moan of a poorly soldered capacitor.
You felt Alastor collapse against your back, face buried in your neck. He gave a soft gasp, a barely audible fuck, and you pressed yourself against him as he emptied himself into you, pulse after pulse, until his body was the normal size again and his cum ran in thick rivulets down your thighs.
The notification pinged in Voxâs peripheral vision as he was halfway through the quarterly board meeting- new camera feeds now online- and the thought of it made his mouth go dry. He didnât have much to do here other than closing remarks, and Voxtekâs CTO was deep into explaining some shit that Vox already knew, so what was the harm in it? Just a little peek. To check the system was working. Heâd probably just see Alastor reading a book or some archaic fuckinâ thing.
Valentino never attended these things. Velvette did, but rarely, her face stuck in her phone until a particular item on the agenda caught her interest.
The other two did their bit in their respective arenas, but really, Vox was the one holding it all together. The board didn't need him today though. Vox eyed Baxter wearily, watching his chief engineer go through a presentation he'd seen three times before. Really, why shouldnât he check the camera feeds?
Making sure that none of the feed was displayed on his face, Vox switched to the first of the cameras, and catching a glimpse of movement, switched feeds to one of the cameras in the bayou.
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
Alastor hunched over his lookalike, both of them with pants around their knees. Going at it, Alastor's eyes like radio dials, his body elongating as the both of you moved together. Fuck. This shit was live. Vox stifled a groan, then glanced around the boardroom, hoping that no-one had caught his reaction.
Oh, fucking fuck. Vox drew in breath, trying to compose himself.
âSir, are you okay?â Baxter stopped mid presentation, looking at Vox with an expression of concern.
âI, uh, need to make a call real quick,â he said, and the board gave him confused looks as he stood, picking up his laptop and holding it in front of him to hide the tent in his pants. Live radio demon fucking continued overlaid over the boardâs stares, screen-in-screen. âCarry on as you were.â
His cock now too hard for him to walk away with any dignity whatsoever, Vox called on his magic to zap himself out of there and back to the relative privacy of his control room. âFu-uck,â breathed Vox as he stumbled forward to the control panel, watching with wide-eyed disbelief as he broadcast the scene to the big screen, piping in the audio, the breathing and the whimpering as well as the wet visceral sounds of sex. âOh, fuck yeah.â He licked his lips, hand at his fly, transfixed by the sight. âThat's some good fucking shit.â
Lucifer had fulfilled his end of the bargain and then some. Val and Velvette would have questions as to why they were suddenly giving loads of free shit to Lucifer's daughter, but he could handle that.
Right now, Vox was going to sit down and watch the Radio Demon fuck himself. The board meeting could fucking wait.
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23 Fic Recs 2023!
This year has definitely been a year. I've devoured so many wonderful fics by so many amazing authors. Thank you @hprecfest for the super fun rec categories and for some fic inspiration! Here are 23 fics that I read and loved in 2023 (although some are quite a few years older) ordered by ship.
đŒ - fluff | đ - angst | đ„ - smut
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1. A post-canon fic
The Discreet Gentleman's Connection by pluto (gayrights420) [Drarry, E, 80.4k] đŒđ„ I had the absolute pleasure of beta-ing for this fic, so when I say it is amazing, it truly is just that. Fast burn on the smut via Floo sex, slow burn on the in-person falling in love. Satisfying in all the best possible ways.
2. A fic that made me laugh
AITA for being "obsessed" with my childhood nemesis? by @rainstormradish [Drarry, M, 4.3k] đŒđČ Draco on a reddit forum is hilarious just on its own, but the banter and formatting really bring this fic to life. Amazingly creative, had me in stitches!
3. A comfort fic
The Eighth Tale by @letteredlettered [Drarry, E, 12.0k] đâł An oldie but a goodie. I constantly find myself coming back to this fic and having my mind blown every single time. Time travel timey-wimey angst.
4. A fic with art
Dating Draco - A Visual Game by @itsphantasmagoria [Drarry, M, Video Game] đŒđź This is a fic in video game form!! Amazing art and lovely story where YOU get to make the choices for Drarry's happily ever after.
5. A favorite series
The Journal of Dreadful Things by @lilbeanz [Drarry, G, 112k, WIP] đŒđ Hilarious, witty, AND COMES WITH ART!! Lilbeanz draws and writes a wonderfully delightful series starting from Draco's First Year. His characterization had me in hysterics. Book 4 is starting soon!
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6. Fic with the hottest smut
Moonstruck by @prettyremus [Wolfstar, E, 3.8k] đ„đș Found this gem while scrolling through the werewolf smut tag (don't judge me). I love the switch in dynamic with Sirius taming Remus's wolf through, ahem, rough sex.
7. An unreliable narrator fic
Sea of White by @dividawrites [Harrymort, E, 8.6k] đ„đ€ Deliciously hot, creepy, and strangely sweet. Love their dynamic here, the unrestrained lust. Harrymort "die" and lose their memories, so, of course, then they bang.
8. A fic that made me cry
Far Apart, Far Away by @unmistakablyoatmeal [Hinny, minor Drarry, T, 1.6k] đđ Infidelity angst has never been this good. I love the layers of emotion in this fic. Quick punchy sections that really pulled me in.
9. A Muggle(?) AU fic
Pleasant Hope by @ac1d6urn, @sinick [Snarry, E, 41.6k] đâȘïž Pastor Severus!! The angst, pining, and self-discovery in this fic is superb! I love the interwoven magic and detailed world-building of this little town.
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10. A fav amongst faves
The Last Trial of Peter Pettigrew by @sleepstxtic [Prongstail, M, 20.8k] đ đ Holy moly, this fic!!!! Is this my new favorite fic?? Possibly. The concept is brilliant, so creative and nuanced. The Peter character study using outsider perspectives is genius. Seamlessly balances canon and new scenes.
11. A pre-canon fic
Careless by @tax-onomic [Luther, E, 1.5k] đ„đȘ Lucius/Arthur my beloved rare pair!! I am captain of the Luther ship, and Tax's fic hits all the right spots. The pining, the sniping, the prickly personalities with emotional vulnerability underneath! And all in the middle of a hot smut scene. Perfect.
12. A canon-compliant fic
Scottish by thepadfoots [Chedric, G, 749] đđ Lovely Cho character study focused around her Asian identity and the boy she loved.
13. A fic rated G (more like T though)
Lion-Hearted Girl by MinnieQuill (odainath) [Minmione, G, 4.5k] đđŠ I know the large age gap might scare some, but their relationship feels very organic in this fic. The setting is grim, but there is always hope in the darkness!
14. A fic rated T
You're So Vane by @patriceavril [Romelina, T, 6.8k] đŒđRomilda is so delightfully characterized, I was smiling through the entire fic. Angelina is the perfect foil (and love interest) to Romilda's attentions.
15. A rare pair fic (less than 2000 fics on AO3)
Snakeskin by @cntrl15 [Bellastoria, E, 3.7k] đ„đ Talk about a rare pair! Astoria/Bellatrix only has 2 tagged fics on AO3: this fic and the drabble I wrote based on it. But read this fic, and you'll see why I felt the need to write more in this universe.
16. A fest fic
Master of None by @nanneramma [Snormac, G, 5.5k] đŒđ§ Severus is so wonderfully cranky, and Cormac is fine AF. The surprise pairing of 2023 that I never knew I needed and now I'm obsessed with!
17. An under-rated fic
Sun, Shadow, Shade by @naomijameston [Snuna, G, 700] đŒâïž Post-war fluff. Sunshine Luna is the perfect match for sullen Snape. A short and sweet fic for this underrated ship.
18. A canon-divergent fic
but somebody's gotta do it by nocturn [Pangulus, T, 920] đđ§ââïž This fic will make you say WTF but also huh, okay that totally works. The concept is WILD but Lyra executes it wonderfully. Pansy drags Regulus out of the inferi lake and they flirt a little while he gets de-corpsified lol.
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19. A dark fic
In his embrace by @loneamaryllis [Snarrymort, het!Snarry, E, 48k] âĄïžđ Dark and dirty but so so good. A Voldemort Wins AU where fem!Harry is taken as prisoner. Snape's mindset as he tries to save her (and is forced to rape her) is so twisted and mesmerizing. Mind the tags!
20. A thought-provoking fic
Icarus by @thistlecatfics [Millvansy, M, 20.0k] đđŸ War trauma, addiction, codependency! This fic is messy with emotions but has a strong, beating heart underneath. I am in love with Parvati as she deals with Pansy's addiction and Millicent's denial â three beautiful, imperfect girls.
21. A holiday fic
A Time, Dark and Divine by @moonflower-rose [Dronarry, E, 17.0k] đ„â± HOLY FREAKING FUCK!! The sexual tension in this fic is off the freaking charts. Drarry seducing Ron while on vacation in Portugal. Sign me the fuck up!
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22. A favorite fic under 5k
The Scrunchie by @saintsenara [Lightning Era Girls, G, 4.5k] đđ Such a lovely look into some of the female background characters, all following the path of a single scrunchie. Lisa, Padma, Parvati, Hannah, Sally-Anne.
23. A fic with an ending I can't stop thinking about
Through the Middlegame by @sandervansunshine [Astoria & Peter, T, 6.6k] đâ Devastating, heart-wrenching, tragic. 10000% would recommend. Kylee has already heard me screaming in the servers about this fic. If I could get a fic tattooed straight onto my brain, this would be it.
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A podfic
Plenitude by @wilfriede, written by eldritcher [Amelmione, M, 14 min] đđ„ Amazing voices, amazing music, amazing ambience. Wilfriede really brings one of my fav Hermione/Amelia Bones fics to life in this podfic!
A comic
War Prize by @mrviran [Snegulus, Reggiemort, M, Comic, WIP] â ïžđ The panels are awe-inspiring. I am HOOKED on this comic. The murder and the TENSION. Ughhhhh so good. I am so invested in Severus's arc!!
A self-rec (completely self-indulgent)
For I Have Found Salvation by @lumosatnight [Snarry, E, 7.1k] đ„â My first time writing Snarry! Priest Kink, church sex, and blasphemous religious imagery. Priest Severus is oh-so-tempted by Teen Harry. So fun to write and even more fun to go back and read as a guilty pleasure.
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Try my rec tag:Â #lumosinthelibrary
Year in Reading, b-day oneshots, WLW Library
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Miracles donât exist | Masterlist
Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Riddle!Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his followerâs sons. Warning(s): Shitty parenting in capitals / torture / murder / the whole shebang A/n: This is going to a pretty long story. It stretches from year four to after Hogwarts. So beware, there are going to be a lot of chapters!! [Masterlist] [Playlist] [Trailer]
Chapters Year 4: Chapter 1:Â The Quidditch World Cup finale | Chapter 2: Nice Slytherins | Chapter 3: Well-mannered friends | Chapter 4: The tri-wizard tournament | Chapter 5: The first task | Chapter 6: Christmas is in the air | Chapter 7:Â 12 Grimmauld Place | Chapter 8: Friends? Friends | Chapter 9: Something fishy | Chapter 10: The greatest nightmare
Chapters Year 5: Chapter 11: Home not so sweet home | Chapter 12: Innocent defiance | Chapter 13: An eventful summer | Chapter 14: A DE in the DA | Chapter 15: Like hot coals | Chapter 16: Mother knows best | Chapter 17: Exploding hippogriffs | Chapter 18: I'm on her side | Chapter 19: The Department of Mysteries | Chapter 20: Just like the lot of them
Chapters Year 6: Chapter 21: Bliss | Chapter 22: Protection | Chapter 23: The Greatest Gift | Chapter 24: Popcorn, sandalwood, and tulips | Chapter 25: Floating snails | Chapter 26: Heavy heart, truthful words | Chapter 27: Teddy | Chapter 28: Without you, my heart doesn't know peace | Chapter 29: Sectumsempra | Chapter 30: The Battle of the Astronomy Tower
Chapters Year 7: Chapter 31: Important tasks | Chapter 32: Love | Chapter 33: Heavy silks | Chapter 34: Stay and leave | Chapter 35: The cellar | Chapter 36: Extreme security measures | Chapter 37: Heartbroken and vengeful | Chapter 38: The day I lost you | Chapter 39: Till Death do us part | Chapter 40: As the world caves in
Epilogue
Extras: Nott v Harry
Edits: Le Monde | Harry x Reader
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Unwanted Soul _ Part 10 = Requested
[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader]
Part 1 â Part 2 â Part 2.5 (ask) â Part 3 â Part 4 â Part 5 â Part 6 â Part 7 â Part 8 â Part 9 â Part 10 (here)
Youâre sure it didnât take a second after Alastor heard the introduction to immediately grab Kat with his many black tendrils that appeared under Katâs feet. Her high-pitch screams made you cover your ears and and squeeze your eyes shut. At your discomfort, Alastor had a tendril wrapped around her mouth
You watched while Alastor had that raging murderous smile on his face while his eyes turned back. He threw Kat from building to building, never letting go and giving her a moment to recover. You timed a good 10 minutes before you placed a hand on Alastorâs arm to snap him out of his rage
It was considerate of him to not personally deal with her because you were still near and you two were out in the open so anything could happen. Normally, he would have torn her limb from limb and chomped down on her flesh like a piece of meat. Now this was a new method of torture
At your touch, Alastorâs head snapped to you. You pointed to a spot on the side of your head and told him Kat was marked by Voxâs servant symbol, meaning the contract she was mentioning had been one with Vox. Alastorâs grin widened even more and gave one final throw into the ground, creating a crater before releasing her from his hold
Kat gasped and groaned, trying to get up but fell back down. Slowly, she crawled her way out of the crater and ended up at your feet. You watched her with distain and pity. You honestly canât understand why sheâd take Voxâs deal, she was taken advantage of, possibility due to her having just arrived in Hell at the time and didnât know the importance of a soul contract
âHow dare you dieâŠâ Kat hissed, his hands clenched to fists. âYou have no idea what I went through after that f**king stunt you pulled!â
âIâm assuming you meant you stealing My Darlingâs work as your own?â Alastor glared sharply at Kat.
Kat laughed, âHahahahaha! What kind of lies did you feed him?â She pointed a finger at you, âThis f**ker let me! The b*tch was happy to write for me! I take the credit cause you donât want the attention, remember?â
Your eyes narrowed. Thatâs what you told yourself all those time. You told yourself it was fine because you didnât like all this publicity and attention. Yet the fact that you felt anger towards it meant you didnât want to give your work to another. At least not when all this was given to someone like her
Honestly, how can she blame her later misfortune on your death? She was your best friend, shouldnât she feel something about it? Anything? Even the slighty sadness before all this?
You gripped onto Alastorâs hand, feeling a headache and dizziness growing. You whispered that you wanted to go home
Alastor understood and with a final slap at the poor excuse of a friend across the face with his end of the cane, Alastor brought you two back to your shared room. Alastor asked if you needed anything but you merely said you needed some time alone
âIf you require anything, Love. Just call me.â
â...â
Back at the crater, before Kat could recover from the blow or curse. She was swiftly pinned to the ground by the neck, a situation that was all too familiar. Sharp blade like needles stabbed into her hands and knees. Dread filled every fiber of her body as she tried to get out of the hold sheâs under but her body was frozen in fear
Just like before
âAww, The Dear Writer left so quickly⊠What a thoughtful bodyguard too. Nothing less will be fitting for the Dear.â The new figure cooed, their shoes applied more force on Katâs neck, grinding her into the ground. âDonât you agree, Faker?â
âHow did you find me?â Kat shivered against the hold. âCeâ Ahhhhh!â
âAh ah~ I think itâs only right that I have a new name down here, Iâm Nemesis now.â The demon chuckled, âNot hard considering your new boss is quite infamous around the city. What with all the technology he sells, you appearing on TV was just an easy guess. Though my services arenât required when you have this.â
Kat screamed when a sharp blade pierced into the place where Voxâs contract mark was implanted.Â
Nemesisâ lips curved into a twisted smile as they continued to slowly torture the screaming female. âSo where can I find the Dear Writer?â
âHazbin⊠HotelâŠâ
âMany thanks.â Nemesisâ tail pulled out the blades without warning one by one, their ear flickering at the screams while they pulled out their phone. They grinned, pressing on something, âI think you were in the spotlight of fame a bit too long down here. Letâs return you to the nothing you are.â
Over the past few days, youâve been working non-stop making all those TVs and speakers that you promised Vox. While doing so, you tried not using your pages and used your quill to write in the air like Lucifer suggested, it took some time since the mechanism was more complex than what you tried before. Though it offer as good exercise for you
Smoothly, you somehow managed to slowly not use your quill as well and changed to using your finger to scribble words in the air before flicking at it to summon your written object. That took way more energy that you can manage because the word required energy then the conjuration required even more energy
But you managed because you needed something to distract yourself from the recent train of events and emotional burn out
Alastorâs been trying to get you to pause in your work and relax. You ignore it all together and continued, even when Alastor pulled you away and into his arms, you were motionless and repeated told him to let go so you could work. All he could do was continue to provide you with meals and reminders to rest since you were practicing and needed energy to continue
At least that got you to pull away from work. The light in your eyes was soft and dimmed, but it was better than when you were first on the verge of breaking down like a broken doll
Like before, Charlie and the others asked about you from Alastor when he was cooking your meals. It was like the time when you first arrived in the hotel, that was when you were doing it of your own volitation with Alastor as your excuse. Now, it was because you were helping the hotel and got unwanted attention
When all of Voxâs devices were being ddelivered by Charlie, Vaggie, and Husk with a hypnotic resistance charm casted on them by you, you covered yourself in a blanket and drowned yourself in music
You were exhausted physically and mentally, you wanted to push yourself even more but you knew Alastor would be against it all the way and you donât want to push him to do forceful thing just to make you see reason. You know Alastor would feel worse than you do because of his love and devotion towards you
At the thought of that, you feel even worse that you were treating Alastor do badly. Even worse, heâs seeing this pathetic side of you. What if he leaves you? What if he thinks youâre not worth it? What ifâ
A familiar rhythemic knocking on your door brought you out of your thoughts. Alastorâs muffle voice came through, âBeloved.â That nickname that melted your worries and comforted you, âI think thereâs someone you should meet.â
You wondered who Alastor would just let into your room, even the hotel members didnât get that luxury and that includes Niffty because Alastor handles the maintainance of your room all on his own. You trust Alastor, âSure, come on in.â
The door opened and someone youâre unfamiliar with rushed in while Alastor stood guard at the door after closing it shut and locking it. âIâm Nemesis, Iâm a big big fan of your work! Completely obsessed really! Oh my god! Or is it oh my Lucifer now? Anyways! Itâs so good to finally meet you in the flesh! Well, not flesh flesh, but this afterlife is like another life, so~â
âNemesis. As in like revenge? Enacting retribution?â You blinked at the name, it reminds you of Alastorâs since his meant tormentor, avenger, and persecutor.Â
They got real close to your face as their smile spread, âWoah, truly the mind of a writer. You got my name reference.â They straightened up as they shrugged, âOther people, oops, demons only got that itâs Greek and hard to remember. Urgh, no class at all. They remember you by title too! Can you guess mine?â
Your eyebrow raised in confusion, you donât know why this demon, Nemesis, was this causal with you. Though you figured that they had a talk with Alastor beforehand, thatâs why Alastor even allowed them to be in here and talking with you. Even with close promixity
You observed Nemesis as they wanted. They were a snow leopard type of demon, with the fluffy ears on top of their head and tail behind them swishing like that of a catâs. But you canât tell whether it was just because it was their favourite animal, something theyâre interested, or death related. Maybe something that they hate too, there was a sick irony in Hell
Your eyes traveled down to the row of white stielett-type weapons on their sides, they looked like giant dagger-sized needles but to you, they looked more like a pen. When Nemesis noticed your gaze, they took one from each side and started demonstrating to you how it was used like a performance
âThe Dancing Needle.â Your lips moved and words came out before you knew it. At Nemesisâ frozen state and Alastorâs shocked face, you covered your mouth. âSââ
âHow did you know?â Nemesis raved with shock, âYou only observed too!â
You looked away, âIt was nothingâŠâ
Nemesis shook their head, âNo way! It was amazing! If only I realized earlierâŠâ
âRealized what?â
âThat youâre the real author of that best selling novel that got so much attention.â
Nemesis went on to tell you. In the living world, they were Cecil and the editor for Karolina
During then, Cecil as an editor fell in love with the novels that Karolina had written. By some miracle, Cecil was given the chance to work as Karolinaâs editor in the future and somewhat manager and caretaker since authors needed someone to ground them and since both were female, it was perfect
Over the years, Cecil noticed that Karolina was always attending public events and activities to boost popularity. It was normal, but to Cecil, it was weird that Karolina never actually sat down and written anything or researched for ideas. There was no burnout or ridiculous sleep schedules to follow and adapt to just to write a novel
Yet the requested writings were always provided and they were nearly to perfection, with minor grammar and some careless mis-spelling probably due to tiredness or being in the moment. It was an editorâs dream to work for someone like this. An author thatâs famous and lively, and mostly punctual so nothing was forced or rushed to complete and do
But Cecil noticed the odd teachings and advices that Karolina would give to other people. There was nothing solid about it, it was all either the same old same old or just plain out weird to say. She had no accounts to retell, no personal examples to list. Yet she never asked Cecil for help
There was an interesting meeting that Karolina would always do. Whenever a deadline was near, Karolina would visit a friend of hers. Cecil thought it was for comfort and causal chatting at first, but every time she returns, there was more to tell on interviews and talk shows
To Cecil, it felt like someone was providing for Karolina
And Cecil was right. After the death of that friend, Karolina seemingly lost creativity and motivation. She lied on news channel that the novel was written for that friend to get through depression, she lied and painted herself as a caring and loving friend that wanted whatâs best for that friend
Isnât it odd that Karolina continues to sign contracts and appearances on screen regarding the novel? Some people requested for some detail clarification, but she denied them and said it was all secrets saved for her friend
Her friend this, her friend that. Everything was her friend, every excuse was her friend. So Cecil did some digging
Back when the first novel of the series was released, there was a buzz of a copycat that tried to steal Karolinaâs work but failed. Cecil got her hands on that copy and read through it, the writing style was identicial to the later volumes that was published, the ideas that were cut off in this copy was in the later volumes
Cecil checked the statistics and comments, the first book had plotholes here and there, some even said it feels like things were missing here and there. But overall, it was still a good story. So there was a push to continue sequel to the first novel
Pages all dropped to the floor at the realization. That friend⊠That friend that Karolina was caring for⊠That friend had to be the real author of the books. It all made sense! Cecil searched online and found that that friend died, not by accident or sickness. No⊠SuicideâŠ
An unfathomable rage and need for justice overtook Cecil and she was determined to see that Karolina suffers a slow and painful down. It was hard to pull it off, but somehow it was managed
Cecil pinned Karolina down with pens and cutters, then used daggers to stab all over her body without hitting any vitals. Cecil sliced words into her skin, âcopycatâ, âfakerâ, âliarâ, âabuserâ, and âmurdererâ. Then, Cecil decapitated Karolinaâs head off of her body
Courtmeeting was given to Cecil where she used her chance to reveal it all. Who was the real author and who was the fake. Who was in the victim and who was the perpetator. Cecil announced that she is aware and admit that she done wrong, but if she could do it again, she would
The death sentence was passed down
Nemesis kneeled on their knees, looking up at you, tears flowing. âYou suffered so much and no one knew or cared. Now they do, Iâm included.â They held one of your hand, âSo donât knock yourself down, My Writer.â
Alastor took your other hand, placing a kiss on it, âWe will deal with all your troubles so you can relax~ My Beloved.â
You canât help but chuckled with a carefree closed-eye smile, âOh you twoâŠâ But then your eyes snapped open and eyed the two, then focused on Nemesis. âOh⊠Thereâs two of them nowâŠâ
Alastor and Nemesis eyed each other and smiled widely. âWhatever do you mean?â
Note:Â And that's the end of this arc~ Okay okay, I heard you guys loud and clear. No end yet cause you guys are willing to wait and read more. I'm taking a break from this series for a while to do other ones. But what do you think of this one?
Circe Y.Â
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My head canons about Drew Tanaka:
1. Her father is a child of Dionysius. I mean she does give the vibes of the wine aunt.
2. She has siblings. And not like other children of Aphrodite. Her father has other children.
3. Her father was an actor when he met Aphrodite and fell in love with her and had Drew. When he found out that she was a goddess and just disappeared into thin air he was furious.
4. He wanted revenge and that attracted Nemesis. And thus her 1st brother was born. (in my AU his name is Ethan, I love this name) He made him even more angry and he was petty as hell.
5. He decided to practice magic to get his revenge and this attracted *drum role* Hecate. And thus her 2nd brother was born.(in my AU his name is Albastor, I love this name as well) After this her father gave up and just tried to raise them as a single parent.
6. Drew is allergic to like everything. Trying to buy her something is very hard. Like chocolates, can't have pistachios or almonds in them. Clothes, don't you dare give her silk she will kill you and then die. Flowers, well you get it.
7. She is bisexual and falls in love with every single person she meets. Never in a serious way but she gets bi panic all the time.
8. The 1st time she broke someone's heart, it was a mortal boy and she felt horrible for it.
9. She dated Nyssa (from Hepheastus cabin) secretly for 3 months and then went public. She is in a serious relationship with her and is absolutely smitten.
10. She was very close to Selina. Her betrayal was a big blow to her. I don't think she hated Selina for betraying camp but rather because she left her. I think she probably felt as if Selina chose her love for Charles over her.
11. She can use a gun. Seriously I imagine that the camp is under attack and everyone is fighting. And then Drew *I don't fight* Tanaka will pull out a gun and start shooting every monster in range with perfect accuracy.
12. She is friends with the Stoll twins, Malcolm pace, Nyssa, and Katie. And she high key ships Travis and Katie.
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SYNOPSIS â y/n, a freshly graduated student struggling to pay her rent, builds an unexpected career as a barista at a cafĂ©. after building up a reputable performance record, a chance to be promoted to manager arises! however, when her childhood arch nemesis, yang jungwon, arrives at the cafĂ© to work, suddenly, her possible promotion (and much-needed raise to her pay check) is threatened. so, just like old times: competition brews â but when unsolicited feelings find themselves in the mix, things get a little complicated. nonetheless, all is fair in love and lattesâ may the best barista win.
PAIRING - yang jungwon x reader ft. enhypen, lesserafim & ive members
GENRE - smau!, (childhood) enemies to lovers, crack lmao
WARNINGS/CW - PROFANITY! sexual jokes, y/n being a jungwon hater and vice versađ , time stamps may not add up all the time and this smau is set at a time where most characters have completed uni (except niki) so, technically they are all the within the same age range with 1-2 yr differences đ graphics might be pretty cringe since this is my first PROPER smau đđ (apologies in advance!)
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9. nahâŠâŠâŠainât no way đđđ€
10. alas, we meet again
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[7.]
~Smokes and Fumes~
Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader/Oc
Genre: Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Drama, Action
Warnings: Swearing, Fighting, domestic violence, mentions of blood
Taglist: Open
Word count: 3k
Summary: The Kook princess is back after a year and reignites the war between Pogues and Kooks on Kildare. But she quickly realizes that after this year, nothing is the same as before. Deception, secrets from the past, and dangerous conspiracies sweep across Kildare, leaving her no choice but to work with the Pogues and her personal nemesis to find the truth and maybe even $8 million. A dangerous treasure hunt begins that turns her world upside down.
Soundtrack:
âŻïžPlay: Hard Times by Paramore
âAll that I want
Is a hole in the ground
You can tell me when it's alright
For me to come outâ
JJ was already standing by the fire, waving a corrugated iron in front of the glowing wood. Just then John B came out of the house and gave me a quick look before he jumped down the stairs.
"Well, come on! I'll take you home Kook."
With that, he lifted up the keys to the Twinkie and was about to make his way down the stairs when I braced myself to get up off the couch. The Pogues obviously wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible and I too would have preferred to leave immediately, but that wasn't possible.
"Wait! I can't go home yet."
He paused and turned to me on the last stair. Now Pope was standing in the doorway, too, and by now he was wearing a dark blue apron. I could only guess what he was doing in the kitchen.
"Why?" asked John B, looking at me inquiringly.
"There's no one home yet. I wouldn't come in. Rick won't be back until late tonight," I lied, propping myself up against one of the beams. It didnât sound that stupid in my head.
John B seemed to believe me, which is why he came back up the stairs, tossed the keys on the table, and gave me a friendly smile.
"All right. Then you stay here until then?"
Perplexed, I couldn't answer. I didn't expect such niceness from the Pogues. John B was really insanely naive....
I froze, unable to answer, so Kiara pressed some logs into my hand and gestured to the campfire.
"If you're going to stay, make yourself useful! The fish will be ready soon."
Before I could ask further, she had disappeared into the house, leaving me with a wobbly pile of wood that dug painfully into my arms. So I ran over to the campfire and dropped the whole pile awkwardly next to it.
JJ still had the joint between his lips and set the dirty corrugated metal aside.
"You're staying?" he asked coolly, obviously not very amused.
"Yeah, for now. Don't get too excited," I replied sarcastically and flopped down on one of the chairs.
He just snorted snidely and started adding wood to the fire.
It was strange to sit in a rickety old chair on the overgrown property and watch a primitive campfire gradually devour the wood. I felt like a doll that was thrown into the swamp, trying to keep my cool. John B's house was more like an old barn and even the footbridge to the water looked like it would collapse at any moment.
I felt out of place in addition to feeling unwanted.
JJ held the fire at bay and threw in the joint stub. He didn't hide the fact that my presence was annoying him and gave me disparaging looks every now and then.
It took John B forever to come back out of the house, leaning three sticks with fish on them against the fire. I didn't know what kind of fish they were, nor if you could even eat them like that, but JJ rubbed his hands together in delight and helped him align the sticks on the fire.
Upon closer inspection, I realized that the fish were covered in a marinade that smelled of garlic. It smelled delicious actually.
The smoke from the fire burned my lungs and eyes and I wished I was in my bed with a bowl of spaghetti aglio e olio from the new restaurant around the corner from the Lionelly mansion. Instead, I was now sitting outside a dump with freaking JJ Maybank, stinking of smoke and forced to watch them having fun.
Pope brought two more sticks of fish and speared them into the ground next to the others. He gave me a suspicious look, as if I were a wild dog that hadn't been leashed tight enough.
John B dropped into the chair to my right and clasped his hands behind his head.
"We made a good catch today. We should go out again in the morning. We might even catch some bass," John B said with his eyes closed, enjoying the last rays of sunlight reflecting reddish off the surface of the water.
"I have to help my dad at the dock tomorrow," JJ muttered, flipping the fish in the flames. It was like I wasn't even here.
Kiara joined them now with Pope and sat down on the floor with a can of beer. Pope tossed a can to JJ and put one in John B's lap, for which he did open his eyes.
He visibly hesitated before offering one to me as well.
Directly I shook my head, whereupon he took it himself and sat down beside John B.
"You know you shouldn't do that," came from Kiara, but JJ just smirked and took the cap off his head, only to put it back on backwards.
"I shouldn't do a lot of things..."
"I'm serious, JJ!" added Kiara emphatically, turning to face him. But he just shrugged his shoulders.
"What else am I going to do?"
Kiara pressed her lips together dejectedly and Pope crossed his arms uncomfortably.
I didn't know what it was about, but suspected that JJ's father was still conducting business that wasn't particularly clean.
By now, the horizon had turned a lush orange and the whitecaps on the water glistened like amber.
"Since when do you surf?", JJ suddenly snapped me out of my thoughts and I needed a moment to process the question. Now the eyes of the others were also curiously on me.
"Actually, always... My mom taught me," I explained curtly. After all, there was no point in lying anymore. And the soft breeze, the cracking of the fire and the warm atmosphere let me put my guard down a little bit.
Just talking about my mom stung, but at the same time it felt good. Like a nice memory of her that I could hold on to.
JJ raised his eyebrows and laughed softly, as if I had told a joke. That he didn't take me seriously made me angry.
"What?", I asked him irritably, and for the first time he really looked me in the eye. The intensity of the blue sapphires took my breath away for a second.
"It's just that I've never seen a kook surf really well," he replied, and you could clearly hear the provocation in his tone.
"What are you trying to say?", I echoed.
"It's that you arrogant Kook assholes would rather be playing golf or taking a walk on your big ass mansions, right?"
His derogatory tone and look brought the anger inside me to a boil, so I stared stubbornly back.
"So Kooks can't surf, cause theyâre Kooks? Sound logical.â
Pope was obviously uncomfortable with the whole thing, but John B and Kiara followed the conversation intently.
"Yeah, I don't think you'll be able to stay on the board for more than a few seconds. But hey, I'm sure you have enough other qualities and talents," he said, gesturing to my body.
He grinned spitefully, which made anger boil over in me. How dare he speak to me like that?
"You don't know anything about me!", I hissed, suppressing the need to claw his eyes out. This whole bunch of pogue-losers was getting on my nerves so much that I angrily clenched my hands into fists.
"I know enough about you, Princess," he replied, fixing me with his gaze. If he didn't stop looking at me with that crooked grin soon, I was definitely going to punch him in the face.
"Now I'm curious."
Challengingly, I leaned back and suppressed a gasp at the burning sensation on my back.
"I know you've never had to worry about anything in your life and you've gotten everything you wanted. You're an arrogant rich doll and you're always dutifully playing lapdog to your friend Rafe Cameron, who's an even bigger asshole than all the other Figure Eigth snoots put together. But youâre obeying him like the little lapdog you are.â
His words hit me hard, even though I would never have admitted it. After all, he had no idea.
Chillingly, I just stared at him for a few seconds and then stood up.
"And you're just a miserable and pathetic son of a bitch who can't get his life together. Seems to run in the family huh?," I finally replied, obviously hitting the nail on the head.
He got up from his seat and gradually I recognized anger flaring in his eyes. So I was driving him up the wall as much as he was driving me up the wall. That was a satisfaction that somewhat assuaged my anger.
"Say that again!" he murmured menacingly, and I had to push back the urge to flee.
"What do you mean? Pathetic or son of a bitch?", I asked provocatively, putting on a cocky grin. Gradually, his eyes brimmed with sparks of anger and I had to force myself not to take a step back.
"How about you disappear back to your fairy tale castle and your perfect life?" he shot back and before he could say anything else, I turned to John B.
"Do you have a phone in this shithole?"
He looked back and forth between JJ and me uncertainly, but then nodded.
"Inside. In the living room."
Without a word I turned around and ran into the house. There I also found the phone directly and dialed Rafe's number, which I still knew by heart from a year ago. Fortunately, he had never changed it and answered after the second ring.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Hi, Rafe. It's Sky. Can you pick me up, please?", I asked directly, hearing the crackle on the other end of the line as if he was running a few steps.
"Sky? Uh yeah sure. Where are you? Whatâs this number?"
He sounded surprised but equally pleased that I was asking for his help.
"I'm at the Cut."
"What, why? What are you doing at the Cut?" he asked directly.
"I was walking on the beach and misjudged the time," I lied, looking around the house for the first time. It was chaos and there were pillows and clothes everywhere.
It seemed like a messy dorm and I took a curious look down the hall.
"Okay...," Rafe mumbled in wonder.
"Just pick me up at the main road, okay?"
I heard the rattle of a set of keys and guessed he was just heading out the door.
"All right. I'll be right there."
Relieved, I hung up and put the phone back. Then I ran back out onto the porch, hoping it was dark enough that Rafe might not notice the bandages.
I gave the Pogues one last look and got a strange feeling when I saw them eating and laughing together. It seemed as if I had never been here.
Without saying goodbye I walked around the house and saw JJ giving me a strange look before I disappeared behind the house.
I stood by the road for a while until I heard Rafe's motorcycle and breathed a sigh of relief when he stopped next to me and handed me his helmet.
By now it was so dark you could see the stars.
"Do you want me to take you home?"
His hair was a mess, which was out of character. He seemed to have jumped head over heels on the bike to get me.
"Yes, please."
Before he could get a closer look at me, I put on my helmet and got on behind him.
When we finally arrived at Lionelly Ville, I've never been more grateful to be back at the property.
Hastily, I dismounted and was about to run to the front door when he held me back by the arm.
I looked at him questioningly, then he put his hands on my hips and looked me in the eye.
"We're having a big party Saturday night. The whole Island Club will be there. Also Heyward will be there working with his son, as will Maybank and John B, and the Carreras are invited anyway."
Surprised, I tilted my head.
"So all the Pogues will be there?"
He nodded.
"That's why you have to come. Dad wants us to behave and not provoke a fight. He won't let me out of his sight unless you're there. You're the one he trusts."
His gaze almost pierced me.
"You want to get back at them?", I spoke the obvious. There was this gleam in his eyes that I didn't know from before. That anger that lurked incessantly within him.
"That's right. But not until the adults are gone. We'll throw an after-party where everyone's invited. That's where we'll catch these assholes."
A wicked smile flitted across his face, and since I was incredibly angry myself right now, I quite liked the idea. I especially wanted to see JJ's stupid face when Rafe and the other Kooks gave them hell.
"Sounds good," I agreed, returning his satisfied smile.
"But the after party is at my place. Rick's going out of town Saturday night. I'll have the house to myself then."
"How are you going to get the Pogues there?" he asked in wonder, seemingly unintentionally stroking his fingers across my back.
"I'll figure something out. They're yours while we're still at Tanney Hill. With me, I'll take care of them."
He didn't seem quite comfortable with that, but he didn't dare contradict me. He was too afraid that I would again reject his advances.
However, I was beginning to like the attention and maybe something really could develop between us?
"Then I'll see you on Saturday," he said goodbye and I nodded. It was still three days until then, when hopefully my wounds would be barely visible.
"Thank you for coming to get me," I murmured, placing my hands gently on his chest. It was strange to be so close to him again after all this time. We knew each other for forever, but at the same time we were not the same persons anymore.
"For you, always."
His eyes fastened on my lips and I got a strange premonition. I quickly gave him a fleeting kiss on the cheek so he wouldn't get any other ideas and ran up the stairs.
Rafe disappeared into the darkness shortly after, while I searched for my key under the flowerpot. When I found it, I prayed that Rick really was already asleep and opened the door as quietly as possible, deactivated the alarm system, and locked it again.
Tiptoeing down the hall, I was about to disappear into my room without him noticing, when I was pulled back hard by the shoulder and the light came on. Startled, I staggered and it took time for my eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness.
"Where have you been?" boomed Rick's menacing voice through the hallway, and he looked down at me angrily. My heart instantly hammered so loudly that I barely understood what he was saying.
"At Sarah and Rafe," I quickly replied, feeling fear digging deep into my bones.
Already a blow caught me with his backhand and my head was thrown to the side. Immediately I saw stars and my eyes went black. When I slowly opened my eyes again, I looked into a hateful face.
In my mouth it tasted like copper and I froze.
"Don't lie to me, you little bitch! I called there and Ward said they cleaned up the Poguesâ mess. I went to the Cut today to pick up a delivery from Heyward. That's when I saw you on that pogue's moped. I told you to stay away from scum like that!" he yelled at me and my hands were shaking so badly I pressed them against my thighs.
"They helped me!"
My voice sounded firmer than I thought it would.
"With what?.... Where were you?"
His questions cracked like whip lashes and I feared another blow, so I didn't get a word out. That's when he violently hit the wall next to my head. I could clearly smell the alcohol on his breath and winced violently as he screamed in my face:
"Answer me, dammit!"
"I was out with the board," I admitted meekly now, trying to avoid his menacing gaze. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest and I felt tears running down my cheeks without actually crying.
"I canât believe it. You're not one of them! I should have thrown that damn board away."
He finally let go of me and ruffled his hair.
"That's Mom's board!", I yelled back now, trying to meet his gaze. He had thrown away everything that reminded me of her. Only the board had remained and right now I was glad as hell that it was with JJ where he wouldn't find it. The anger in my belly almost overshadowed my fear, when he reared back in front of me.
"I don't want you to see that scum again, do you understand?"
Still, I refused to give in. But the fear gnawed at me until I finally did avert my eyes.
"Do you understand me?" he repeated emphatically, shaking me by the shoulder until it hurt. His paws gripped so tightly that I tried to squirm out of his grasp.
"You're hurting me!", I hissed, managing to fight off his hand.
It would surely leave a bruise next to the marks of his nails.
"I'm waiting for an answer!" he yelled at me again.
"Yes! I get it!", I screeched back to finally make it all stop.
"Good, now get out of here!"
I didn't need to be told twice. Hastily, I ran up the stairs and slammed the door behind me. Panting, I threw myself on my bed and buried my tear-streaked face in my pillow.
The darkness stretched out its claws and tugged at me until I only sobbed quietly into the pillow and finally fell asleep, exhausted.
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I'm seeing several popular react to the Penguin show with "God I wanna see Batman kick his ass in the next movie". Which, for a show about a Batman villain, is probably an indication of succeess
Are you kidding me it fucking rules, there's no "probably" here, the show couldn't possibly have achieved what it set out to do harder.
I've talked with people, as Episode 7 was coming out, that they've managed to strike this perfect balance between making Oz the fun engaging protagonist to watch, and making him a villain that we'll want to face justice, opposite Sofia who tread the line between his Batman Villain arch-nemesis as well as the closest the show has to a hero. The camera loves her, the costume designers and hair stylists love her, the showrunner calls her the hero of the show, production folks who go on the podcast talk about how she was their favorite character to work on, while Oz, the protagonist, only grew darker and more despised and more fucked-up as the weeks passed, as we sit through 8 hours chipping away at all of his fun and charm and wacko comedy antics and motivations and all the scruples and principles that he turns out to have less and less of, that become less and less useful to him, until he butchers them all in the very end along with the heart of the show.
As I saw it around week 6, by the time this thing was over, Sofia would demand to be received with tragic applause and heartbreak and whooping cheers and love, but Oswald would have the children of the world booing and hissing and throwing eggs and tomatoes at him, and then asking him to come back so they can do it again. AND I WAS RIGHT, and also I WILDLY underestimated the degree to which that would be warranted, and I certainly didn't expect that, for the first time in my life, I would be unconditionally and enthusiastically on the same side as everyone who posted that Arkham scene, where Batman picks up Penguin and smashes him against a mirror, as something Battison has to do in the next movie. I couldn't believe what a stab to the heart that last episode was.
I'l get into the specifics of why this worked more on the Episode 8 breakdown and, granted, it's a lot to conciliate still, it's genuinely a strange feeling to be onboard with everyone else who wants Penguin to be flattened and crushed and humiliated, to truly hate him as a loathsome monster for the first time ever even as I love him in so many new fucked-up ways. This is, make no mistake, the good version of the Joker's Asylum one-off, Pain and Prejudice, Bullies, all those modern stories that are ultimately about nothing more than reminding you of a super-duper serious evil bastard this funny little man is, stories I generally just find too dumb and reductive and ugly and tasteless and trying so very damn hard to be scary without working for it. This was Lauren LeFranc slam dunking everyone who's picked up this character since Jason Aaron in 2007, including Jason Aaron himself, and wherever they take him in the next movie, or if they can justify another season of this, they've fully set him up more than ever as a guy we will want to be exploded by the Batmobile, that he not only fully deserves it, but must, be defeated for good.
Beyond impressed, don't think I could have ever anticipated how much I wanted this.
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WARNING ! SPOILERS for TLOVM season 3 and Campaign 1
I'm a bit sad with all the negativity in the tlovm tags following this new batch of episodes. Because all the usual appreciation and fun details pointing is drown in it. So I'll do my part and draw some light and appreciation for the following things:
"Allura can't teleport us 'cause we mind wind up in the ocean" Nice nod
The beauty of Glintshore sand? crystals ? I mean, I know the entire island isn't covered in it, but it's there and it's gorgeous
Vax and Grog banter, Pike and Vax friendship when she stole his badass line. Who says that the friendships in tlovm are not showed ? It's smaller because they're running out of time but if you keep both eyes open, you can catch the small moments.
How good was the delirium gas ?
Percy having bad Ripley PTSD ?Check.
Orthax forcing the (gas) mask on Percy's face ? Oh f*ck me that was so good.
Elaina's first appearence and Vex's heart torment ? Check
Vex fighting the gas messing with her mind and seeing Percy getting kidnapped ? Great
Her seeing Percy devoured by some hellish pain ? Awesome foreshadowing for Orthax feeding on Percy's soul
I won't dwell too much on ep 7 because I'm Perc'ahlia trash and this was pure gold but ALL their scenes.
And these two shots:
They're the last thing they think about before passing out. And look at them, they're looking at each other. Great parallels, great cinematography
You want more parallels ? You're not in enough pain ? I've got more ! How about this ?:
Percy cradling Vex because he doesn't want to lose her.
Vex cradling Percy because she lost him
MY HEART !!!!!!
Anyways back to our regular program: The color scheme in the factory is on point. Predominance of green during all Ripley's discussion with percy, some blasts of orange for Orthax.
This shot when they want to make us think Percy will go dark but also because he sincerly understand. He sees with her (green) eyes
Culminating in theses shots:
In the end, the true Percy is good (he's blue which is both his color and Vex's)
Then we got some nice Pike and Kiki character development with the delirium gas
Percy's fight with Ripley is pure display of his capacities and wits, not unlike Vex's fight against Saundor or Grog's fight against Kevdak. The fights with nemesis are always awesome, well choreographed and both characters and animators flexing.
And I like Grog's delirium both beacause it brings a bit of comic relief in this big painful episode but that's not all there is. Because when he gets out of it, he asks Pike if he hurt her again and you can't convince me that he didn't saw Craven Edge and the pain he inflicted Pike in his PTSD (not showed but we know)
Onto episode 8, love the Stilben flashback and the dead mystic cult leader being Taliesin.
The funeral was powerful and beautiful. The highlights being Cassandra crying her last family member and Vex'ahlia not saying the prayer despite being one of the Dawnfather.
Scanlan putting Kaylie's song music sheet on the altar for Percy breaks my heart. For him, he lost both of them and also he traded the life of his friend for moments with Kaylie (which he didn't even had, that's so sad)
Vox Machina assembling all of their allies with the beautiful OST was awesome while conserving this... heaviness. We're still grieving (at least I'm still am)
Vex and Syldor whole convesrsation. Laura Bailey, the talented woman you are and Troy Baker did a great job at humanizing him. though he's still a prick.
Vaxleth and Pikelan scenes were cute
We've got LARKIN mentioned and by Vax nonetheless !
Earthbreaker Groon and Grog doing the slapping hands/muscles flexing meme !
How brutal Thordak's attacks are in ep 8 and 9, all the people dying to rise up the stakes worked really well in my opinion.
Travis smarts piercing through Grog's 6 INT just like in the campaign
Earthbreaker Groon being a BAMF with that suplex
The teamwork going strong during all the fight
Zahra and Kash coming in to save the day. I love them your honor
My jaw dropped at Kashaw's badass magical attack. THAT WAS AWESOME and dropped further at his death. I couldn't believe it at first and as bold as a choice it was, I really liked it. Because it's a thing to kill NPC nameless army guys but killing a beloved character: that take some balls . And because of the unpredictability, the shock hit. I'm always here for the drama and it was beautifully done (the visuals for the Raven Queen and her powers are always as gorgeous as ominous).
Mary Elizabeth McGlynn also showing off her VA talent
In the end, every VM members getting his moment of glory :
Vex with getting the Syngorn army while being at her lowest/rock bottom ("The truth is the only bargaining chip at rock bottom", really nice parallels with the Stillben flashback + her using Percy's philosophy)
Grog destroying the lair
Scanlan getting them out of there at the peril at his life and ending up in a coma (nice subversion so there are not two dead party members followed up by two ressurections)
Keyleth being her badass elemental self (with her two gorgeous muscial leitmotives "blinded by the light" + "passing through the fire")
Pike being able to absorb Thordak -not red but- blue fire/laser which we saw went through Emon like butter. That's one MONSTAH move with beautiful beautiful colors (red yellow and blue mixing) look at this shot:
And Vax having the last kill, thinking of his mother doing this for Emon sure but most important for his mom, Vex and himself and what a beautiful shot and power move with the twisting golden and black torpedo that he is.
A great powerful death for a great powerful foe
And then some sorrow and sweetness. The Vaxleth back hug was adorable.
And that last shot of Keyleth after the confrontation with Raishan makes me long for more and to already be next week.
And that's some positivity and appreciation of CR work because they pour their heart and soul into these series and these characters and it's beautiful and I see it. I hope I could put some light on it at my small scale.
Have a great day and let's wait impatiently for next week and end of season 3
#tlovm#tlovm spoilers#tlovm season 3#tlovm season 3 spoilers#CR campaign 1 spoilers#my opinion#Sorry if I made some typos and mistakes english isn't my first language
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Raise your hand if you have a million bajillion works-in-progress!!!
Because I sure as hell do.
Anyway, I want to see which ones I should prioritise, so Iâm doing a poll. Out of the 97 fic concepts i have in the vault, all with varying levels of completion, I have narrowed it down to 12 (the max number of poll options on Tumblr).
Please Vote!
Category 1- ANGST:
1. Ok not too many spoilers for this one but itâs SUPER angsty. All I can say is Leo faces a very creative punishment from Nemesis for cheating the prophecy and coming back to life, and itâs called âThe only sad person in paradiseâ (undertones of Valgrace).
2. Leo deals with coping with the trauma of dying. LOT of angsty headcanons, including one where the design for the chb bead for the summer hoo is set in was the moment of Leoâs death. And he just has to keep that around his neck the whole time, and itâs chocking him. The opening line is âEvery so often, Leo needed to remind himself that his heart was still beating.â
3. A curse befalls camp half-blood thatâs slowly reversing the effects of their powers. Hecate cabinâs spells are being undone, plants are un-growing, arms healed by Apollo cabin are re-breaking. Magic is being unwound, and then Leoâs body starts to ache, and he realises⊠does that include a certain Physicianâs Cure?
Category 2- VALGRACE
4. Platonic Valgrace (Romance implied)- âNever go to bed angryâ- Leo and Jason have an argument on the Argo II. Jason thinks Leo wonât understand him because heâs never had to live up to the expectations of leadership that come with being a child soldier. Leo thinks Jason wonât understand him because heâs never had to fend for himself, he believes everything Jason has is because of who his father is. They storm off (Jason in the literal sense), argue with themselves for a bit- I did a really cool thing where I switch POVs every line or so, as their arguments parallel each other, like in a TV show where two characters are rehearsing a conversation with the other, but using the HOO multiple-POV thing- and then they go to sleep. They both have weird vision/flashbacks/prophetic dreams, where they experience a day in the otherâs childhood. They then realise they completely misunderstood one another, and theyâre not as different as they thought.
5. Jason and Leo go to New York pride. Thatâs the whole fic.
6. Instead of⊠whatever that ending to BOO was, the Gods reward Leo for his sacrifice by bringing Esperanza Valdez back to life. She thanks Jason for taking care of Leo while she was gone, and they have a heart-to-heart. They are officially boyfriends in this. Jason keeps being reminded of his own reunion with Thalia, and how Leo had stayed with him through that. He vows to do the same.
Category 3- MARRIED VALGRACE:
7. Leo and Jason get married (A classic âWedding Episodeâ)
8. Just a fic describing married life with Leo and Jason- itâs called âViolets and Marigoldsâ
9. A fic from the POV of Leo and Jasonâs kid, Isabella Valdez. Some angst, but I donât have the full plot outlined yet. Sheâs adopted, and they donât know her true godly heritage, and Leo suspects she might be mortal, and maybe Lupa made a mistake. Leo and Jason argue over whether she should join the Legion (Theyâre living in New Rome). Leo struggles with his fear of hurting the people he loves with his powers.
Category 4- MISCELLANEOUS:
10. Platonic Perleo- Percy and Leo get captured by government agents and have to escape Area 51 (Vaguely inspired by an episode of Helluva Boss)- VERY NERDY. This is a very fun one.
11. Leo talks to Hestia about⊠life, I guess. I started writing this while still on TLH and never found an ending, but itâs a good concept. Leo learns to accept his powers as something that can be good, when he only sees the bad. Hestia tells him âIf fire was only about danger and destruction, then it would be the symbol of Ares, not Hephaestus.â
12. Thalia, Luke and Annabeth find little Leo while on the run. Leo and Annabeth bond over engineering. Luke tries to use Leoâs trauma as leverage to get Leo angry at the Gods. He tries to put the blame of Leoâs momâs death on Hephaestus, since heâs responsible for giving Leo his powers. He points out how the Gods are all-powerful, and yet they leave the four of them- their own children- to starve on the streets. Leo in canon harbours a lot of resentment for his situation growing up, and Luke could easily spin that to justify his own anger.
Tagging people who might be interested:
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If you have any suggestions for things to add to these fics- leave them in the comments. A lot of these Iâve struggled to flesh out/find endings for. Any help is much appreciated and you will be tagged in the fic if I use it.
Also, Lmk if you want to be tagged in any/all of these!
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Headcanons of how Cabins decorating a Sleepy Hypnos child's hair
Personally I believe that each Hypnos child has soft curly hair which makes it easy for other campers from other Cabins to decorate their hair out of boredom and it slowly becomes a competition between the cabins on which cabin does it the most and which style is their favorite, etc. and here's how each cabin can tell ~this was inspired by some IG reels and a post by @/clovis-enthusiast
**Side Note: I would say some staff of CHB join in to represent some gods to avoid any potential conflicts**
Cabin 1 -Zeus: gold metallic lighting bolts
Cabin 2- Hera: peacock feathers (I like to think Argus decided to represent her cabin and protect Hera's honor in a way)
Cabin 3- Poseidon: little orange starfishes (like the ones in the Aquamarine movie-2006) and seashells
Cabin 4- Demeter: wheat and flowers (they negotiated with the Aphrodite Cabin on which flowers- the ones that represent/symbolizes any type of love or have heart shapes-i.e. heart shaped forget me not flowers are only for the cabin 10 and ofc both cabins have a list of which type their cabins can use)
Cabin 5- Ares: plastic sword toothpicks and mini metal spike balls (which the cabin later had to change them to those spiky porcupine balls for safety because Chiron said so)
Cabin 6- Athena: owl feathers, olive branch crown, maybe ripped up papers with favorite quotes from books
Cabin 7- Apollo: guitar string flowers, ripped up papers with poems/ music lyrics, music note paper clips
Cabin 8- Artemis: silver little stars (they only participate when they visit CHB)
Cabin 9- Hephaestus: nuts and bolts, flowers made out of wires
Cabin 10- Aphrodite: butterfly/flower hair clips, bow hair clips, hearts, and flowers and honestly anything that the cabin sees that's fit and pretty (the cabin was also asked to tone it down just so to keep it fun for all cabins and ofc it's no surprise that this cabin goes all out)
Cabin 11- Hermes: wind-up chatter teeth toys or those fake insects
Cabin 12- Dionysus: grapevine floral crown with little grapes
Cabin 13- Hades: tiny skeleton heads
Cabin 14-Iris: little rainbow hair clips or anything rainbow related
Cabin 15- Hypnos: probably leftover pillow feathers if they're awake long enough
Cabin 16- Nemesis: mini balance scales (the Hephaestus cabin def helped make them just to ensure safety)
Cabin 17- Nike: laurel's leaves (Apollo cabin was nice to give this one up-also yes I did look up some symbols to represent each god/goddess)
Cabin 18- Hebe: tiny clay cups/mugs of any style
Cabin 19- Tyche: mini four leave clovers/ horseshoes (as she is the goddess of fortune, luck, and prosperity)
Cabin 20- Hecate: battery operated flashlights in shapes of torches
Inspired posts:
https://www.tumblr.com/clovis-enthusiast/761509705120169984/your-mind-is-so-genius
Links for the image ^ (just wanted to show a few examples, but just in case anyone interested)
-https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5gP59FPomV/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
-https://www.instagram.com/reel/C9_ipR0SclU/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
-https://www.instagram.com/p/DA_HzsjSGKY/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
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more rambling thoughts about wuthering heights now that i've finished my re-read
1 wuthering heights is basically the looney tunes if the looney tunes were goth. 90% of the novel is people arguing, dying, and running around threatening to kill each other, and often all three of those at once.
2 love how it's filled with dark humor. "he's such a cobweb, a pinch would annihilate him" is such a camp thing to say about the terminally ill child you abhor and who you spend weeks trying to set up on dates with your dead lover's child so you can steal her property when your son finally dies. heathcliff lecturing his son on Seduction 101 right in front of cathy 2.0, trying ridiculously to play cupid and compel them to fall in love with each other before giving up and just kidnapping her instead... surely he's the most insane brontë man?
3 i can't remember what i had for dinner last night but nelly dean can remember what the weather was like on any given friday twenty years ago (love her and her snarky comments)
4 love how after nelly finishes telling the story to lockwood she's like "any way. so you know cathy 2.0 is single right ;)))" and then cathy 2.0 shows zero interest in him. so then he's like "oh i just remembered i have somewhere to be :/" then fucks off to london for nearly a year then when he comes back nelly is like "nvm as it turns out cathy and hareton are actually soulmates lol who knew! gee, it's a good thing she didn't like you!" and he's just silently suffering. emily was just fucking around here. hindley was the only linton/earnshaw/heathcliff who was wild enough to marry someone who didn't share either his gene pool or his neighborhood.
5 i imagine joseph to look like smeagol from the lotr films but taller
6 [heathcliff, after stabbing his alcoholic arch nemesis and then pushing his servant into the puddle of the blood] "Wash that stuff away; and mind the sparks of your candleâit is more than half brandy!â LMAO
7 this opinion list is just turning out to be a list of the most insane heathcliff moments but truly the novel should've just been called "heathcliff"
8 heathcliff's weird paternal feelings for hareton, saving hareton's life, him saying he would truly love him if only he wasn't hindley's child, basically giving hareton his blessing to love cathy 2.0 toward the end... so oddly endearing
9 heathcliff walking out just before the "i am heathcliff" part of her speech. why WHY
10 hindley protecting isabella from heathcliff before she flees was nice and i wish we saw more of their dynamic around the heights. honestly aside from the child neglect (which is par for the course in wuthering heights) hindley is a pretty sympathetic character; his rivalry with heathcliff was fueled by both sides and truly the fault of their father for pitting them against each other by letting heathcliff usurp hindley's place of favoritism as a boy. hindley's gambling and drinking, his general dissipation and failure to secure his son's future, are all tragic.
11 i think hindley/edgar/heathcliff are all interesting foils for each other; they each lose the women they love and are left to be single fathers, and each responds to the task totally differently. if we include mr. earnshaw, all the fathers in the story essentially fail their children after all the mothers die. hindley and heathcliff have a special parallel through their lifelong brotherly competition, the women they love both dying in childbirth, and in their own deaths. hindley slowly kills himself while ignoring everyone around him; heathcliff also kills himself, but only after trying to systematically ruin the lives of everyone around him. they also say that they want to kill each other but fail when they try; heathcliff nearly kills hindley but ends up saving his life at the last minute.
12 heathcliff jr. is so terrified of heathcliff sr. and so traumatized and petrified by fear and he doesn't deserve the hate he gets for being annoying. he's been sheltered his whole life, his mother just died, he was sent to his uncle/cousin only to be immediately torn away from them to be abused by a stranger who treats him horribly, he's terminally ill, he's still a kid, he's threatened into marrying someone he barely knows, etc.
13 if any of you have seen the british comedy show "the young ones" that's literally hindley's household in wuthering heights when joseph/hareton/hindley/heathcliff/isabella all live together. the filth, the slop for dinner, the petty games, the violence, the fierce hatred yet weird loyalty to each other, etc.
14 i really wonder how cathy would have reacted to heathcliff's treatment of everyone else if only she had known the full details (ie his harsh abuse of isabella, his son, cathy 2.0, etc.)
15 heights was my first brontë novel but i think i like jane eyre and tenant better now that i've read them all back to back! next on the list is likely agnes gray. anne, my underrated queen!
#literature#english literature#wuthering heights#emily brontë#book opinions#bookblr#bronte sisters#heathcliff#books#book thoughts#book review#classic literature#lit#litblr
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Daily Devotions with the Orphic Hymns
Today is 4th of Metageitnion (21st of August)
This modern system of daily devotions blends material from two sources: Hesiod's sacred month, as described in his Works and Days, and the Orphic Hymns. The ideas in the Orphic Hymns sometimes don't match with more mainstream beliefs of the polis. But using these hymns is worth it because it helps us honor not just the main gods, but also many smaller ones. This way, we can pay our respects to a wide range of gods throughout the whole month.
Other hymns may of course be substituted at the individual's discretion. The numbers given for the hymns correspond to those in Apostolos N. Athanassakis, The Orphic Hymns: Text, Translation and Notes
Thomas Taylor's 1792 translation of the hymns is available online, free and in its entirety, at the Internet Sacred Texts Archive. Here:
Morning and Evening Devotions
Morning
Wash hands and face
Light lamp or candle
Hymn to Hestia (#84)
Light incense
Hymn to Eos (#78)
Hymn to Helios (#8)
Hymn(s) to special god/dess(es) of the day (see chart)
Additional hymns as desired (see chart)
Pour libation
Make personal supplications and thanksgivings
"Orpheus to Mousaios" (pp. 2-5)
Extinguish lamp or candle
Evening
Wash hands and face
Light lamp or candle
Hymn to Hestia (#84)
Light incense
Hymn to Nyx (#3)
Hymn to Selene (#9)
Hymn to the Stars (#7)
Hymn(s) to patron/matron god/desses
Hymn to Sleep (#85)
Hymn to Dream (#86)
Pour libation
Make personal supplications and thanksgivings
Hymn to Zeus (#15)
Extinguish lamp or candle
A shortened version of the devotions may be done by simply lighting a candle, reading "Orpheus to Mousaios," saying any personal prayers, and extinguishing the candle.
Notes on chart:
Days mentioned by Hesiod as sacred to specific deities are marked.
Horkos is the god (or, if you like, personification) of Oath. Days sacred to this deity are considered difficult.
As the lunar calendar months range between 29 and 30 days in the Greek reckoning, it may be necessary in short months to recite all the hymns for both day 29 and day 30 on the day of the dark moon. As the last day of the month is sacred to Hekate, Her hymn should always be included.
About Incense
The Orphic Hymns specify particular types of incense to be offered to each deity. In cases where one is saying multiple hymns with differing instructions, one might either choose a single type or make a blend of all those indicated. Pure frankincense makes a good all-purpose offertory incense.
The incense specifications from the Orphic text are as follows:
Frankincense: Apollon, Ares, Artemis, Asklepios, Bakkhai, Dike, Eos, Hephaistos, Herakles, Hermes, Hygeia, Kouretes, Muses, Nike, Satyros, Silenos, Tethys, Themis, Titans
Myrrh: Leto, Nereus, Poseidon
Storax: Chthonic Hermes, Dionysos, Eleusinian Demeter, Erinues (also frankincense), Graces, Kronos, Semele, Zeus
Aromatic Herbs: Adonis, Athena, Eros, Eumenides, Fates, Hera, Hestia, Horai, Nereids, Nymphs, Okeanos, Rhea
Various: Mother of the Gods, Pan, Chthonic Dionysos (any except frankincense), Gaia (any grain; no beans or aromatic herbs)
No Incense (underworld deities): Hekate, Nemesis, Persephon
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