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asongaboutpirates · 2 months ago

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VetVimes kissing prompt: 21. …on a place of insecurity. You always write so fluffy and sweet things. <3

Thank you for your prompt @slowlymychaos 🥰 I hope you are alright with a bit of angst... (But it's sweet too! Promise!)

Holding On and Letting Go

Rating: G Words: ~1.000 Tags: Angst, fluff, emotional h/c, past child abuse

It was a peculiar feeling to watch the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork sleep. Sam was still getting used to it, to sharing a bed, to this intimacy between them. Usually, he slipped under the covers early in the morning, only shortly before Havelock rose to start his day. The little time in between was all the more precious to him.

He never managed to settle next to him undetected. Havelock’s eyes would flutter open, then he would smile at him gently. He was beautiful like that, when he hadn’t donned the aloofness of the Patrician yet, when he was soft with sleep. Sam was under no illusion that this softness wasn’t as calculated as everything else he did, and that Havelock could be on the other side of the room with a knife in his hand within seconds. But it made these quiet moments all the more precious, when he knew that Havelock had chosen to be vulnerable.

‘Morning,’ Sam muttered, then kissed his temple, his jaw, his neck. He traced Havelock’s chest with light fingers, relishing in his warmth after a cold, rainy night out. He’d never thought he’d get to have that: a warm place to return to, where he would be welcome to stay and rest. Sometimes he even felt that Havelock was waiting for him to come… He traced his fingertips gently along his collarbone, up and down his neck, and over his shoulder.

His fingers stopped when they found a tiny rough patch skin. When they stayed for a moment to carefully examine it, Havelock startled and pulled away, propping himself up on his elbow to eye Sam warily.

Sam quickly took his hand back. ‘Sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you.’

The wary stare didn’t waver, but behind it, Sam could practically see gears turning.

‘Never knew you had a scar,’ he muttered, just to fill the silence. It was something that fascinated him. His own skin was rough, weather-beaten and riddled in scars. Havelock’s was soft and smooth, without a blemish. Or so he had thought. ‘How’d you get it?’

The gears still turned behind watchful eyes. Knowing Havelock, there was probably an elaborate pulley system involved, too, and some levers to boot. As close as they had become physically, he still didn’t share easily. Neither did Sam. They fit together like that – not asking, not telling. Maybe it was time to change that. So Vimes didn’t withdraw his question, just lay there, enduring the heavy silence, and waited to see what the outcome of Havelock’s internal fight might be.

‘By my father’s hand,’ he finally said, very matter-of-factly. ‘Or rather, by his belt buckle.’

Oh.

Havelock continued to hold Sam’s gaze as if trying to gauge his reaction. Sam felt like he was put to a test that he didn’t know the requirements to.

‘I’m sorry.’

Havelock shrugged his shoulders.

‘He was a traditional man, and he didn’t like that his son had no interest in the things boys of his age and upbringing traditionally had interest in.’ He looked down at his shoulder, where the tiny white speck of scar tissue glimmered in the twilight. It was hard to overlook once you knew it was there. ‘Usually, he took care to not leave any permanent damage, nothing a doctor might see. But one time I had angered him so much that he forgot himself. And he gave me this.’

Sam desperately wanted to touch him, to hold him, but was unsure whether he would be welcome.

‘My aunt took me in afterwards. I went to school. I healed. The scar stayed. It’s a constant reminder.’

‘Is your father still alive?’

‘Are you turning this into a murder investigation, commander?’

‘No. Just checking. He might get a little visit from me, if he were.’

The corners of Havelock’s mouth twitched into the resemblance of a smile, but only for a second.

‘He died of a stroke about ten years ago. I never did work up the courage to face him, I’m afraid.’

‘Good.’

‘If you are going to tell me that it is better for me to not have stooped to his level…’

‘No, not that. Just that men like him aren’t worth your skills or your time. Let them be forgotten by history. Let them fade into insignificance.’

‘Strange advice to receive from you, of all people.’

Ha!

‘Right. But it’s enough for one of us to be the terrier that doesn’t let go.’ Sam slowly reached out his hand, giving Havelock plenty of time to back off. When he didn’t, he carefully stroked over the scar again, and when Havelock didn’t stop him then either, he leaned down to place a tender kiss on it. ‘He can’t hurt you anymore.’

A hand curled around the back of Sam’s head to hold him close as Havelock nestled his face into the crook of his neck. After a moment, Sam felt dampness on his skin, and it broke his heart. Carefully, he turned his head to kiss the quiet tears from Havelock’s cheeks.

Havelock tolerated his tenderness only for a moment, before he pulled away and sat up. He blinked his eyes, once, twice, and looked as if he had never cried at all, just the way Sam would find him on any given day in the Oblong Office.

‘I apologise. That was inappropriate.’

‘No, it wasn’t! It was…’ Sam was fishing for words and found a realisation. ‘Look, we… we could be more, couldn’t we? We could talk more, right? Get to know each other. Be more like…’

‘A couple?’

Oh gods, that sounded terrifying. But it also felt like the logical next step. It felt right.

‘Yeah. I mean… Yeah, if you want.’

Again, the gears turned, the pulleys rolled, the levers levered.

‘You might end up disappointed.’

Sam’s heart gave a painful twinge when he heard Havelock’s voice crack. ‘So? That’s how these things work. That’s how life works. We try anyway. It’s all about holding on to some things and letting go of others, I guess.’ He swallowed. ‘We could find out what’s what together.’

Something behind Havelock’s eyes snapped into place.

‘Alright.’

‘That a yes?’

‘Yes.’

Sam smiled, then he pulled him into his arms and placed another kiss on his scar.

They slept in that morning, Havelock cradled in Sam’s arms, and neither of them even considering letting go.

#discworld fanfic #vetvimes #vimes x vetinari #kissing prompts #havelock vetinari #samuel vimes

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theabsentmindedwriter · 5 months ago

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Ankha, my version and my thoughts.

Unless you lived under a rock this cat villager needs no introductions in the animal crossing community. One of the more well known and popular villagers in the series. Well...in more ways than one.

I mean as designs go she is pretty recognizable. It's also no surprise either she is one of my favorites as well. Top of the list really, surprisingly enough in my first animal crossing game. New Leaf, she was one of my starting villagers. I grown quite attached and fond of her during my time with the game. Way before she reached main stream popularity. So I can say I loved her before she was popular. Hehe. Of course her design in new leaf looked more like this.

(Worship the cat!)

In all seriousness, I am quite attached to her. So it's no surprise she is a main character in my animal crossing story series. While everyone has a specfic head Canon for her. I took an interesting route with the available information on her. One where she is presumes to be around 3000 years old.

Well I ran with that idea and created an interesting take on Ankha. Instead of being a regal queen. This Ankha is a child of priests and was born a chosen immortal of the Goddess Bastet. She stopped aging when she turned 23 and from the first story was actually 1,964 years old during the very story. This change from the information given was mainly a result of Cleopatra being mentioned.

I know there is more than one Cleopatra, but I know the one mentioned is the famous one we all know. Having Ankha being born around her age the time difference resulted in the age you see now. I guess you can say this is the mote accurate age number than an estimate. At least to the best of my ability.

Her parents are something I had to make up. Her father being a priest of Anubis and her mother being a Priestess of Sehkmet. Her father was anubian Jackal and her mother a lioness. How did this end up making a cat offspring? Well you can thank Bastet for that one. Being a very CLOSE friend of the two. Which probably explains why Ankha is the eldest of 10 children.

Personality wise, Ankha runs quite deep. Even more so than I initially intended. Now I didn't forget the snooty personality trait in the game. But I did only make it a part of the whole. Ankha is a kind and compassionate woman at her core, but still retain some of her royal like feel. Just not to a high extent. Due to having lived as long as she did. So she had time to refine herself, but also experience both good and quite bad things in her life. So there is some aloofness in there, but she is wiser than she let's on at times. Granted she still has choice words for people who get on her nerves or anger her. This cat has claws still.

Apperance wise, well I didn't want to use just the straight animal crossing cartoon style. I have turned her and the other animal folks into a more anthro style for my story. (Yes I am a furry so what). Though in the case of Ankha here she has the more balanced of the human and cat furry traits. If you been around the internet you would know what I mean. If you don't know what I mean, then basically traditional anthro cat head with human-cat mix hands and feet. This is mainly the fact that Bastet is this way herself. Despite the human hands and feet she still retains semi retractable nails and paw pads. As cat breeds go I always thought she might be an Abyssian despite her unique coloring. Also the fact her fur is short and fine to a point where you think there might not be fur unless you look closely.

Her navy blue bands on her arms and legs are part of her fur color pattern, but she has worn bracers to mess with people. I also gave her Amber colored eyes for whatever reason. Just thought it looked nice, but she can change the color of it with magic. There is a noticeable large Ankh symbol on her back which is a mark of a egypitan chosen immortal. It also contains her blessings she received from Bastet.

She does have hair as seen on her design and the three yellow gold lines are naturally part of the color pattern. As for her actual skin color (under the fur, paw pads, nose). It's dark gold based on her actual in game model.

(This is an easy to miss detail)

Now for her overall physical apperance. While I loved to go into deeper details that I wrote in my notes. That would take too long to explain. In short her overall physical body is essentially befitting a goddess. Fit, sexy, and still shapely in the right places. Now I won't sugar coat it, I went this direction because I wanted to. No special reason for that. It just so happens though it make sense within the world of my story though.

Now here are surprising physical bits about her. I made 5'8" tall (or 172.7cm for you metric folks). Now this is because of her mother's genetics which made her above average in height and also physically stronger than she looks. That lion strength is no joke.

Hehe God I am not sure honestly what possessed me to make her that tall. Nor am I willing to reverse it. It's fine how it is.

As for story significance. Well she is one of the main characters for a reason. Usually in there on the action with Nacho and even have some story plots relating to her status as an immortal. Though she was written in the first story as Nacho's love interest in mind before I added more and more to make her more interesting.

She is protective of Nacho and Isabelle because of old trauma she suffered. Which never really went away for her, but just managed to lessen its effects as stories progress. I don't say more because it's kinda spoilery. But there is plenty of depth with her that just kinda came naturally the more I thought about it. With her long lived life, experiences and potential untapped traits not yet explained. Of course there is only so many opportunities to do so when writing.

Overall, I am surprised how much I made her into her own character fitting for the series. Doing my best to make sure she is a great character while being interesting. There is more of her I can talk about, but this post went on long enough. So it will be a seperate post. Thank you for your time.

#writing #animal crossing #ankha animal crossing #ac ankha #acnh ankha #ankha #acnh #animal crosing new horizons #long post #thoughts #fandom #fanfiction #fanfic #animal crossing new leaf

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talzane · 3 years ago

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So, I just learned that Doctor Fate has time powers and is as strong as The Spectre--the embodiment of “The Presence’s” wrath--which means that he too would know that Danny was gonna go dark. Doctor Fate is also a fairly...blunt instrument at times, so it’s reasonable he’d try to kill Danny to prevent Dark Dan from happening. Could you imagine Doctor Fate appearing in front of Danny either at the start or well before TUE, “For the sake of the world, young Phantom, you must be destroyed,” but just as Fate’s magic gathers itself, blue light flashes and time stops. Fate is unaffected by the halting of time, but as the blue light fades from his retinas, there’s an old, blue-skinned, red-eyed, scarred, clock-obsessed *being* in front of him wearing a purple cloak and wielding a staff-mounted stopwatch. “Time out,” the figure monotones. “It is rude not to introduce yourself,” the golden-helmed lord of order stated, his voice metallic from the inside of his helmet. The purple-robed figure’s face didn’t so much as twitch, “All is as it should be, Fate. Leave Amity Park.” “That abomination is a threat to this world, this universe, the timeline, and the multiverse; he must be destroyed.” “Perhaps, but he hasn’t chosen that path yet.” “He will,” Fate crossed his arms. For a moment, the only sound they heard was the ticking of the pendulum in Clockwork’s chest, “He will make the right choice.” “Your goodwill does you credit, but I cannot take that chance.” “You are mistaken.” The robed ghost shifted from an old man to a man in his prime, his red eyes narrowed, and he lowered the watch-staff so that the stopwatch head was closer to his empty hand, “I wasn’t asking, this timeline is *mine*, and your interference will not be permitted.” Fate’s arms uncrossed as his hands drifted into a ready position, “Who are you to make such a claim?” The purple-robed, blue-skinned, clock-covered being smirked, “I have been given many names, but you may call me...Clockwork--master of time--as you *leave* Amity Park.” “The abomination dies, and you will not stop me, no matter your lofty claims.” A glowing, yellow ankh appeared in front of Fate and darted towards Clockwork. The ankh shattered into brilliant fragments, and as the pieces moved to light the space around Clockwork, the master of time was revealed to have not moved even an inch, “Your fate is chosen.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In a multicolored flash, the world around Danny crumbled; the facades of the buildings lining the street shattered to rain fragments of concrete reduced to no more than sand, the street crumpled into a wrinkled heap pockmarked with craters as though something had repeatedly slammed into it at high speeds, car horns suddenly sounded from the wrecks lining what used to be a road, the light posts--the few still where they were supposed to be--were either dented or crushed like soda cans, but the space immediately surrounding Danny, Sam, and Tucker was left perfectly unmarred, an island of normalcy in a sea of chaos. As Danny attempted to absorb the sudden calamity that had appeared around him, his eyes were drawn to the disappearance of a shrinking, blue circle. As the circle closed on itself and blinked from view, the bell of the Amity Park library tolled twelve times, prompting Danny to look at his watch, “Huh, it’s not midnight.” Tucker finally found his voice, “Uh, dude, shouldn’t we get out of here, you know, before somebody blames us for it?” Sam grabbed Danny’s arm, “You heard him, let’s get out of here!” Danny turned away from the corner of Assured Avenue and Alternative Way, “I dunno guys, you know my life, isn’t it...inevitable that they’ll think it was my fault?” Tucker scoffed as they continued to speed walk away from the scene of the incident, “This being your fault *is* ‘inevitable,’ dude; I meant it being pinned on me and Sam.” This wasn’t supposed to turn into a bad scribble, but it did. I also have head canoned Clockwork as the ghost of Kronos. In DC, the gods’ powers are based on being worshipped, but DP ghost powers are not, which means Kronos--Clockwork--could die in a ton of ectoplasm and just...become the true master of time regardless of worship. Kronos was “evil” for his pursuit of power, but once he becomes Clockwork, he has achieved omnipotence, and omniscience, it’s both why the Observants have kind of enslaved him and why he doesn’t try to conquer the universe: he has seen everything and therefore already knows it will end up being an empty conquest.

#danny phantom #scribbles #dp x dc #dp au #clockwork

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bywhatilove · 4 years ago

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Chapter Four of The Friend Trap: Starring KT and Eddie

Things were not gonna do: remember that it’s been a year since i updated this

Nina didn’t want to be someone who ran away from her problems. And she wasn’t, truly. She had stayed after Sarah had sent her on a wild goose chase to find the cup of ankh. She had stayed after finding out she was the chosen one. She had stayed after Senkhara cursed her grandmother and sibuna- the only five people left she was sure she loved. She stayed and she fought.

Nina Martin wasn’t a quitter. She just wasn’t.

And no matter what Fabian or Eddie or anyone else at Anubis House thought of her, she certainly hadn’t quit on them. She had run from her former boarding school, but only to protect her friends. During that summer between junior and senior year, after almost being dragged down to the depths of hell to rule the underworld with Senkhara, the Egyptain Gods began to haunt her even worse than ever before. No longer did they choose to lurk around the dusty halls of Anubis House, but rather popping up during her daily life at home. She would be walking down her neighborhood street when, suddenly, Anubis would be walking next to her, taunting her with her worst nightmares. Like her grandmother dying, the one tether Nina had left to her parents. Or like Fabian or Amber or any of the Sibuna members being hunted down by death before they eventually succumbed. Osiris would plague her dreams, haunting her with images of her and those she loved being tortured in the underworld. Set would whisper tales of disaster running rampant on the earth killing mass numbers of innocent people, and that blood would be on Nina’s hands for not fulfilling her duties as the chosen one. Those were nightmares and curses Nina was determined to bear solely on her shoulders. And, god, it was a terrible year. Not having the rest of sibuna there to keep her morals up was something Nina never realized how much she had taken for granted. She missed Alfie inputting hilarious one liners and breaking up the tension of stress that so often hovered above the group. She missed Patricia, always offering a witty comment that often joked just how much danger they were truly in, while, at the same time, brought a smile to everyone’s face. She missed Amber being the group’s cheerleader who also encouraged everyone with a token of confidence and naive fortune. She missed Fabian being her right hand man and never doubting her, not even when she deserved it. All of that one top of her grandmother still struggling with her health was enough to send a girl right over the edge. And Nina refused to let Sibuna see her so broken and scared. She was supposed to be the strong one, the leader who kept preserving during tough times. But during that year, Nina was no leader. No one knew what the Gods had put her through that year. Not her gran. Not K.T. No one. And Nina was determined it stayed that way because, if anyone knew, then Nina wasn’t sure they would ever be able to look at her the same way.

That was why Nina had stormed out. Not because she was upset to see Fabian and Eddie. Not because she was mad K.T had been lying to her for their entire friendship or that her and Eddie had orchestrated this whole thing (if anything, she was secretly glad they had, but she would never let them know that). But because if anyone could see right through her and eventually get the truth out of her, it would be Fabian. He saw right through her. He always had. And he couldn’t find out what had happened to her that year. That was why Nina sat on a bench outside of the coffee store staring at the busty streets of New York City instead of inside with her friends. Not because she wanted to. She wanted nothing more than to reconnect with those she had left behind. But, she had to hide. She had to stay away from them. It was better for everyone (ok definitely not for her, but for them) even if they couldn’t see it.

Fabian had to be the one who came running after her. It had been that way since Patricia poured milk on her and he found her in the hallway claiming that her tears were due to her allergy to cats. He would always be the one who, no matter how hard she pushed and no matter how stubborn she was, would always come and find her. It may have taken him some time this go-around and it may have only happened due to a little snooping by his friends, but he had found his way back to her. He always would. That was why he had felt so betrayed by Nina when she didn’t return to Anubis House. He thought that the two of them had finally gotten their shit together. He had told her after all… that she was the one.

“Well, my chosen one”

Fabin knew that Nina was the one for him. After all that they had gone through together, truly, how could it be anyone else? Fabin had thought that Nina felt the same way. That was why he had felt so betrayed by her sudden departure. He would have understood if Nina needed to stay behind in the states to care for her gran. After the hell that Senkhara had put her through last year by using her gran’s health as a timepiece to push them to risk their lives, anyone would have understood that Nina needed to stay in the states to care for her gran. All it would have taken was one facetime and Fabian would have understood. Long distance would have been hard, but the two of them had already faced much, much worse. Facing off against a crazy man who was desperate to live forever? Completing life threatening tasks in a 100 year old tunnel created by a man who loved games in order to please an Egyptain ghost ruler? Having to save Nina from being dragged to the underworld by said ghost? The two had fought battles that were far outside the expected challenges of teenage couples. Sometimes it felt like they had led a life and more in their two years together. They had faced everything together, even when things got rough and Nina quit sibuna or when they broke up or when Nina fell down the hole in the senet game. No matter what, Fabin and Nina never gave up on one another. So why had Nina run away and refused to contact any of them?

Fabin saw her sitting on a bench right outside the coffee shop. And even though he hadn’t seen or spoke to her in two years or that he was rightfully pissed at her for falling off the face of the earth, he couldn’t help but still feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight of her. For years, he had dreamed of this very moment. But now that it was here, well he just didn’t know what to say or do.

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Call it her chosen one sense or whatever it may be, but Nina knew that someone was behind her and she had a pretty good guess of who it was. The raven haired boy who was her first love, her right hand man and her best friend, the first one she trusted with her secrets- Fabian.

“Hey, Fabian.” She muttered without even turning to face him to confirm that it was indeed him. “I figured you would be the one who ran after me.” She silently chuckled to herself.

“You always were,” she muttered just under her breath for only her to hear.

Fabian came around the bench and took the vacant stop next to her without replying. “Hey,” he finally said after a couple beats of silence.

An awkward silence of a mix of tension and words left unsaid hovered above the pair of estranged best friends. Neither knew where to even start. There was so much to unpack. So much to catch up on. So much to apologize for.

Nina was the first to break it. “I’m sorry,” she stated plainly, not even allowing herself to glance over to Fabian. Instead, she kept her gaze fixated on a stop light across the seat. Green. Yellow. Red.

How nice would it be to be on such a stable routine? She thought to herself. To never have to question which Egyptain god would terrorize you next?

“Don't be,” Fabian shrugged his shoulders. “I’m upset with tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum too for using us as pawns in their Parent Trap game.”

“Yeah…” Nina whispered. “But I am glad to see you again.” For the first time, she looked over at him and allowed a smile to creep over her face.

Fabian returned the smile and just for a fleeting moment everything was alright. It was like just for a moment, they were transported back to a moment when they were two lovesick teenagers hiding crushes on one another. But the magic of that moment was broken just as it had started with Fabian clearing his throat and asking the one question she knew he was bound to ask but she could never answer.

“So, then why did you do it?”

It was like the hustle and bustle of New York City fell silent. Like Victor had just given his award winning speech at 10 p.m every night just before he let his pin drop and silence cursed the halls of Anubis House. (Nina never realized she would miss that annoying speech so much, yet she found herself looking at the clock at 10 pm wishing she was hiding out in her room with Amber as they waited to sneak out). His voice was so calm and collective; yet, somehow, that was worse then if he was yelling.

Nina knew he wasn’t referring to her running off nor was he referring to her not returning to Anubis House. He was mad that she left without any contact but only a letter to explain her sudden departure. That she never heard him out. That she never gave a warning sign. That she left him in exile. That she became a myth, a ghost that haunted him everywhere he went. But she wasn’t ready to give him the true answer to that. She would die with that secret, buried six feet under.

“My gran was sick. You know that.” Nina started out with a simple statement. It wasn’t a lie.

Fabian ran his hand through his hair- his tale-tale sign that he was nervous or frustrated. “I know that, Nina.”

(Nina hated the way he barked out her name. Like it meant nothing more to him than four simple letters, two syllables.)

“But you didn’t have to fall off the face of the earth. You could have called or texted or facetimed. At the very least, you could have told us beforehand that you weren't coming back. You didn’t have to let Mr. Sweet ambush us with the news. Even if you never wanted to see us again, that was the very least you owed us.”

“I never wanted that to happen! You seriously think I wanted to cut off all contact? That I wanted to leave behind the one place that felt like home to me full of people that I loved? That I wanted to leave behind you?” Nina’s voice rose in volume, not with anger but rather with hurt. How could he think that she never wanted to see them again? “Like I said in the letter, seeing you all would have hurt me too much. Even just keeping in contact would have reminded me too much of what I had left behind. It would have changed my mind in an instant and I would have caught the first flight back to England. But I couldn’t do that. I just couldn’t come back.”

“Why not?” Fabian probed. “I know it wasn’t because of that crap you wrote in the letter about the osirian and the chosen one not being in the same place. I know that you can't lie to save your life, Nina, but you could have come up with a better lie than that.”

Nina broke her gaze away from Fabian, which had been glued to him since they began arguing. Lying to him hurt enough already, but she couldn’t look him dead in the eyes and do it. “I told you. My gran was sick. I needed to stay behind and care for her.”

Her words were barely above a whisper, but Fabian heard every word. He shook his head ever so slightly.

“No,” he said as if it were a simple fact. “There is more to it than that. You wouldn’t have put us, put me, through so much pain if it were just because your gran was sick. For whatever reason, there is something that you’re not telling me.”

He got up to leave and head back inside but, before he did, he delivered the words that were the final blow. Words that pierced Nina’s heart right open.

“I thought you trusted me more than that. That after everything we had been through together, that we could tell each other anything. I thought we were stronger than that. But I guess I just really didn’t you all that well after all.”

Nina felt a tear slip down her cheek before the dam broke and the rest followed quickly. Even after she left Anubis House, she never thought she would lose Fabian. Knowing that he was out there, no matter how hurt and mad he was at her, was enough for her. But now she felt like she had lost him for good and she didn’t know if she would ever gain his trust back. After everything, all the curses, all the haunting by egyptain gods, that was her worst fear. And it looked like it may have just come true.

#it’s been 10 years since this gosh darn show aired #I NEED a fabina endgame for my own damn sanity #it’s not even funny #how this show STILL has me in a chokehold #house of anubis #hoa #fabina #fabian rutter #nina martin #houseofanubis #sibuna #listen y’all #i love these dorks so much

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shining-red-diamond · 4 years ago

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Ch. 23: Eye of Horus

Cast of Characters//Ch. 1//Ch. 2//Ch. 3//Ch. 4//Ch. 5//Ch. 6//Ch. 7//Ch. 8//Ch. 9//Ch. 10//Ch. 11//Ch. 12//Ch. 13//Ch. 14//Ch. 15//Ch. 16//Ch. 17//Ch. 18//Ch. 19//Ch. 20//Ch. 21//Ch. 22//Ch. 23//Ch. 24//Ch. 25//Ch. 26//Ch. 27//Ch. 28 (coming soon)

Words: 1.2k

Genre: Fluff, some angst

Pairing: ATEEZ OT8 x OCs

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: brief sensuality, mentions of illness

Soft kisses on her cheek pulled Grace-Anne from her sleep. It was part of Seonghwa’s morning ritual to wake up his fiancée, and he did so by kissing her in various places on her face. Him being so touchy-feely was only saved for Grace-Anne when it was just them alone, and it contrasted with his “no nonsense, serious man” persona. He was still a kind soul, he just wasn’t a fan of PDA except for hand holding. Behind closed doors, he was all over her.

“Good morning,” his deep voice sang softly.

“Hi, you,” Grace-Anne’s morning voice croaked, causing Seonghwa to chuckle. “What time is it?”

“Same time I always wake you: seven in the morning.”

“I figured as much. Are we in Egypt?”

“Come look,” Seonghwa smiled as he motioned for her to come to the window.

Still a little disoriented, Grace-Anne slowly stood from her side of the best and trudged over to see what was happening. Once she glanced outside, she felt fully awake. The sky was a beautiful blue as the sun was still rising, the desert sand a golden hue, and the breathtaking ruins of the pyramids added to the eternal sunny desert. A few men on camels could be seen riding as they led a few more, and a city could be spotted in the distance; but it was on the other side of the pyramids.

“Won’t people notice the ship?” Grace-Anne asked.

“The camouflage is up,” Seonghwa reassured. “So we’ll be okay.”

He kisses her cheek just before she turns to get dressed.

“No good morning kiss?” teased her fiance.

“You already gave me one,” giggled Grace-Anne as she grabbed her clothes from the armoire.

Seonghwa snakes her arms around her, capturing her in an embrace. He kissed right below her earlobe and whispered, “I want a proper kiss.”

Grace-Anne scoffed playfully. “Someone’s needy.”

Turning around in his arms, Grace-Anne pulled him towards her until their lips touched in a warm kiss. Seonghwa had a habit of being sneaky in stealing kisses from the woman he loved, and she always played along with his antics. Sometimes, he’s so sneaky to a point it ends up with the two having laugh attacks. But this morning was just him being romantic and wanting her touch.

“Can I get dressed and make breakfast now?” she requested after breaking the kiss.

Seonghwa sulked but let her go attend to her ship duties. He then busied himself making the bed and packing his bag before meeting with the captain for the daily agenda. Today was one of the days where he packed Grace-Anne’s bag for her as she spent longer in the kitchen this morning, which was not uncommon as she would make Celestia’s specialized meal depending on what everyone else was eating for breakfast.

Once all of the essentials were packed in both bags, Seonghwa made his way to the board room and was surprised to find the captain standing at the corkboard pinning some new information.

“Are you feeling better, captain?” he asked.

“A little,” Hongjoong answered honestly, dark circles under his tired eyes. “My stomach still feels weird, so I’m not sure if I’ll go exploring the pyramids. What I can do right now is give everyone the brief.”

If Hongjoong wasn’t going to lead this exploration, who was going to be in charge? He was typically the one who kept everyone together, so Seonghwa wasn’t sure what he or Yeosang or even Dahae would do if the position was handed over to any of them.

He put the thoughts aside as the rest of the crew piled into the board room, Celestia immediately sitting in one of the chairs.

Hongjoong took a breath before addressing his crewmates. “Good morning,” he smiled weakly. “I hope everyone slept well and has what they need for exploring today. However, I won’t be joining you on this one.”

A few shocked murmurs erupted from the crew, and Dahae was quick to calm them. None of them could wrap their heads around the idea of exploring without their leader. Hongjoong was the one who knew how to keep everyone together, knew his maps, and made the big decisions. The fear of falling apart dangled in the back of their minds.

“I’m still having side effects,” Hongjoong explained, “so I’ll be putting Seonghwa in charge for now.”

The First Mate wasn’t expecting to be the one chosen to lead temporarily, and he didn’t have the map skills Hongjoong had; but he knew San could help him decipher it if he was healed.

“First,” continued the captain as he went over the agenda, “we need to establish the rotation for Celestia’s caregiver during explorations. Who’s going to take the first shift?”

“I’ll stay,” volunteered Phoebe, raising her hand.

“Excellent. Now, I’ve asked Celestia to look over the notes for Egypt, so she’ll be handing those to Seonghwa.”

“I made my own notes as well,” Celestia replied as she handed a sheet of paper to Seonghwa. “It’s just a little cheat sheet of symbols and artifacts mentioned in maps for this location.”

Upon him reading over her notes, Celestia had made bullet points and labeled what each key point meant:

-Ankh: classic hieroglyph used in a lot of fictional storytelling; symbol used for “life” and actually holds a lot of power in Egyptian beliefs -Treasures can vary between different artifacts like vases/pots, jewelry, heirlooms, and blue gold in some cases -Pets were considered sacred treasure to the culture and some royal figures had their pets buried in the tombs with them

Much more had been jotted down, but the thing that stood out to him was three underlined words: Eye of Horus.

“So, are we looking for a tomb or something?” Taeran interrupted, pulling Seonghwa from his thoughts.

“No,” Celestia shook her head. “It’s a secret room that holds all kinds of treasures the great pharaohs of Egypt valued: gold, precious stones, even sacred items. There are symbols of the ankh and Eye of Horus in there somewhere, but it doesn’t say where exactly. Those are where you’ll find the next diamond piece.”

Everyone, including the captain, looked at Seonghwa now to make the next move. It was all new to him now that he was temporarily in charge, but he straightened himself and cleared his throat.

“Thank you, Celestia,” he spoke. “Let’s get everything ready before meeting at the door.”

“And you’re sure you’ll be okay without me?” San asked as he strapped on his backpack.

“San, for the last time,” his wife giggled, “I’ll be okay. Phoebe will be my guardian angel, and Byeol will snuggle with me. Hongjoong will be here, too, but he’ll probably be resting mostly.”

San sighed in defeat. He couldn’t help that he worried about her so much, especially if she were to go into labor when he wasn’t on the ship to attend to her quickly. However, he knew she was in good hands.

“Alright,” he smiled slightly. “I love you, angel. I know I worry to death about you, but I just want you and the baby to be okay and healthy.”

Celestia cups his face and promises, “We’re okay. If something was wrong, you’ll be the first to know.”

His gloved hands went to her swollen waist and pulled her in for a long and deep kiss. He then knelt down to her belly and kissed it before whispering, “You be good for mommy, now. Okay, Princess?”

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ironicsopsychotic · 5 years ago

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would you rather: hoa edition

creds to @eggosandbluefood (omg is this stranger things & pjo bc yEs)

1) Have a feud with Victor or Patricia patricia. social suicide maybe, but less chance of getting stuck w chores or any actual reprimanding 2) Spend a night in the tunnels or spend half a day in the crypt tunnels 100% i love that place 3) Investigate with KT & Eddie, or with Fabian & Nina FABINA 4) Only be able to watch season 3, or never watch season 3 again this is so easy it's hilarious lmao NEVER WANNA SEE THAT jeroy will live on in my mind no worries 5) Only watch season 1, or only watch season 2 season 2, i practically do that anyway. 6) Catch a wild goose with Mr. Sweet or hide Letdown from Victor Letdown bc it's be heeelllla uncomfortable in such awkward positions w mr. sweet 7) Be put on a trial for writing an article that was true (and have everyone in the house know you were right, except you) or be wrongly told you were the chosen one and leave school for a few months joy. obviously. 8) Ghost hunt with Mara/Eddie or break into the gatehouse with KT/Eddie eddara, pls and ty 9) Participate in donkey diner with Jerome or get locked in the mummy in the hallway overnight tbh i'd probably go to sleep in the sarcophagus soooo 10) Get locked in the barn by Rufus or get trapped under the senate game barn. senate's too dangerous tbh 11) Play ping pong with Amber & Jerome, or play dodgeball with KT & Eddie jamber 12) Go shopping with Amber or watch a rom-com marathon with Patricia & Joy sHOPPING bc you KNOW if something was perfect for me and i didn't have the money she'd splurge 13) Web walk in Amber’s web wedges, or cross the crocodile bridge without vision (like Patricia) web walk. i'd actually die if i had to cross the chasm 14) Do an eclipse project with Mara or Willow mara? she'd know what's up 15) Be a journalist on the Jackal website or bake cakes with Trudy cakes! we love trudy in this house (i say, as if anyone in the entire world hates her) 16) Be partnered with Amber or partnered with Eddie for wonky donkey eddie. that man. *heart eyes* 17) Have Rufus be your enemy or Senkhara hAAAAAA rufus bc he can actually die and can't physically bind me to anything? 18) Go on a blind date in the reflector chamber (with the whole of Sibuna listening to you without you realizing) or have embarrassing pictures of you posted around the whole school blind date i guess oof poor eddie 19) Be Alfie’s magic assistant or have Alfie use your item in his magic act assistant. i trust him...but do i? *cut to fabian's watch* 20) Work on the school play with Mara/Joy or with Nina/Amber mara/joy i think 21) Be a part of season 2 Sibuna or season 3 Sibuna SEASON 2 DUH what's wrong w s1 sibuna lmao 22) Have Joy not leave Sibuna/become a permanent member or have Mara to join sooner joy joy joy jOY 23) Make food with Eddie or go gem stealing with Jerome lmao gem stealing bc ik i'd hate eddie's food/the mess he leaves. i clean up WHILE i cook, tyvm 24) Have Fabian as your study buddy or organize prom with Joy fabian. knows what's up. 25) Steal a key from Victor’s office or steal a file from Mr. Sweet’s office oh deadass mr. sweet i don't have a death wish 26) Drink something from the cellar and go to hospital or see visions of the future you can’t control ahhhHH future? kinda already have prophetic thoughts here and there anyways so 27) Have detention by cleaning the prop room with Willow/Jerome or put manure on flowers with Eddie/Patricia willome :) 28) Go to a dance in the same dress/outfit as two others or try and explain Sibuna & the mystery to Mick/Mara (after s3) LMAO MICKRA I WOULD L O V E TO DO THAT 29) Lose a piece of the cup of ankh (like Alfie) or have all your friends think you’ve betrayed them when you actually haven’t (like KT) alfie. you can fix that shit pretty quickly 30) Leave your friends behind to protect them or be responsible for cursing your friends i guess responsible *le shrug* 31) Have a fun games night with the Anubis residents or experience peril but be a member of Sibuna omg game night i just wanna know what that would be like 32) Get cursed by aging incredibly fast or get cursed by de-aging i don't like this. i guess de-aging 33) Learn more about Victor/Sarah/Rufus’ past or discover more secret panels in the house oh fuck. uh. vsr? 34) Train with Mick for a month or have Alfie be your coach for a month ALFIE THATD BE SO FUNNY 35) Have a picnic with Amber/Alfie or go to the movies with Mara/Mick movies bc i'm sure they actually have a good time y i k e s 36) Investigate aliens with Alfie or investigate Vera with Mara vera w mara 37) Learn more about Fabian’s life or learn more about Patricia’s life i was gonna say patricia bc piper but actually fabian. we forget about--was it his uncle in s1? but then we got jasper in s2, so yes. fabian 38) See when the characters first met each other (age 11-12ish) or see Patricia/Eddie’s America trip PEDDIE BC WTF WENT WRONG 39) Try Trudy’s cookies or Vera’s chocolate nightmare cake (aka the store bought one) T R U D Y 40) Find out where Trudy actually slept or find out where Victor slept pffft victor hands down.

#hoa #i love these sm #hoa tag #would you rather #eggosandbluefood #house of anubis #mine #(my answers)#would you rather hoa edition

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dashuisofanubis · 5 years ago

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Another ghost AU

Okay the premise for this one is sort of a what if they figured out Nina was the chosen one and performed the ritual, but its also an AU.

KT, Eddie and Willow move into a boarding house for the prestigious Ankh school. They notice there are a lot of awards and items in the school dedicated to a group of students.

It turns out that on the 7th of July, around 50 years ago, these 7 students were discovered dead. The cause was believed to be poisoning as the students were all from the same house and the two surviving students admitted to having skipped meals at the house that day. The house mother was arrested and sentenced for murder, despite rumours that she was innocent.

The truth of the tale is different:

An ancient Egyptian artefact was believed to have power beyond scientific knowledge, and, once assembled, was said to grant immortality. However, nature must maintain a balance, and for every life extended, another has to be cut short.

Despite all their research, the Secret Society were not aware of these consequences, or most likely were at some level but chose to ignore it. So, when the ritual took place and life was transferred, they had what they wanted, but at a cost.

The Immortals:

Victor Rodenmaar. Location unknown. Has been off the grid for 25 years after vanishing one night in the middle of the school year

Daphne Andrews. Still a teacher at Ankh. Taught many student's parents and has said she will retire next year for the past 20 years

Eric Sweet. Eddie's father, and a man he's always admired and looked up to. He's not what he seems, and is a lot older than Eddie believed.

Mercer, father to one of the lost students. Has realised immortality is not all it's cracked up to be. Having lost his wife 10 years ago, he lives a lonely life and regrets ever joining the society and offering up his daughter.

Jason Winkler. Joined due to degenerative illness, hoping this would be a cure. It was, and he lives a mostly happy life, when he can forget what part he played in the tragedy.

Doctor Delia. Now the CEO of the local hospital, she's experimented with her immortality, to see if there is a way to transfer part of her life to a patient. It took a lot of work, but 11 years ago, she finally had some success. 14 year old Sophia was fatally injured in a car crash, and Dr Delia used her blood in a transfusion, saving the girl.

Rufus Zeno is the final immortal. It was supposed to be Roebuck, but Rufus broke in and threatened the Chosen One, unless he got what he wanted. Wanting to save the girl, and being the only one who hadn't drunk from the cup, Roebuck sacrificed his chance.

(Had he known the girl would die anyway, it might have been different)

Rufus is out there, somewhere, and he's dangerous.

Back to the story:

(Idk what the plot really is but here goes)

The trio (Eddie, KT and Willow) discover the students used to live in Anubis House.

One night, they're playing truth or dare with their housemates: Stella, Marco, Anna, Raf and Peter. KT is dared to go down into the cellar, where she finds a secret panel. Behind it, she finds 7 balancing scales, an intricately decorated cup, and an empty bottle.

The scales have discs with names written on them. The names match those of the 7 students who died. However, the discs are only on one side of the scales, suggesting there were 7 more previously. KT takes the bottle to prove she went into the basement, and something compels her to take the discs as well, which she shows to Willow once they're back in their room.

They let Eddie know about it the next morning and the 3 begin to wonder if the students' deaths were really as they seemed.

Eddie is walking up the stairs when he trips on a loose floorboard. Annoyed, he goes to try and put it back into place when something catches his eye. It's a metal disc, tarnished with age. He cleans it up and sees the word Zeno printed on it.

He tells KT and Willow, and KT realises it must be from the scales she found. Something doesn't feel right, so they decide to investigate.

Eddie jokingly suggests they hold a seance, and despite Willows warnings, they do.

It doesn't seem to work.

The next day, Willow discovers an intruder in the house, someone who looks very similar to photos in the school...

Willow is unnerved but curious, so she says hey to them. They turn around, apparently spooked that someone can see them, and vanish.

Willow tells the others, who initially disbelieve her, but soon they come to meet the former residents of their boarding house.

The ghosts were obviously affected by their own deaths, and the fact that they're ghosts, but it's been 50 years now, so they're getting over it. They generally try to stay out of the students' ways, as they learnt that people generally freak out at the sight of ghosts.

They appeared as ghosts the same moment their lives transferred to the immortals, but were extremely weak and found it hard to keep themselves together. They were unable to dissipate completely though, something was keeping them there. They had to watch as Trudy was arrested; as their house was put out of action till an increase in students forced them to open it again 15 years later; as Victor still wandered the halls; as all the students came and grew and left while they were trapped in the house.

Unable to die, but unable to live.

Slowly, they began to gain more power, and for the past 10 years they've been able to hold a corporeal form for lengthening times, meaning they can actually do things and go places. They're capable of leaving the house for short distances and periods of time, though if they're out for too long they fade away and reappear back in the house with a killer headache.

They think (hope) this means the immortals are weakening, but it could just be they're getting used to the whole being dead thing.

Their lives were tied to the balancing scales and the person on the opposite side, so they each have some connection to an immortal

This means they get fleeting impressions/feelings from their immortal, which strengthens with their proximity.

Connected Immortal and Ghost:

Rodenmaar - Nina

Sweet - Fabian

Andrews - Amber

Delia - Alfie

Roebuck/Zeno - Jerome

Mercer - Joy

Winkler - Patricia

Amber gets the most impressions because Ms Andrews still teaches at the school

Nina and Jerome receive hardly any because both Zeno and Rodenmaar are unknowns

However, recently they've started getting fleeting emotions and visuals that aren't their own. The two missing immortals are becoming active and they're heading for the house.

The ghosts can't do much on their own so Eddie, KT and Willow have to be prepared to discover what these two immortals want and put a stop to it.

Eddie finds out that his dad was once Eric Sweet (he chose a different name after leaving the school, to distance himself), the former headmaster of the school and is horrified by the part he played in all this. A confrontation goes down.

There's a bit where they track down Mick and Mara, now in their 60s, and bring them back to Anubis House to reunite with their former housemates. It would be a really emotional scene because while most of them weren't close, you can't live in close quarters with people for a long time, without forming a bond. And when it ended so abruptly with no goodbyes...well.

They also track down the other immortals and bring them to the house to face their ghosts (literally). Ms Andrews regrets it immensely; Delia has no (some) regrets, but argues she's able to save many more lives this way, Jason is in denial.

Don't imagine immortal!Mercer finally seeing his daughter again, only she's a ghost and he caused her death. He's full of apologies, but they're all based around how he missed her, not how he cut her life short.

There would be a lot of regret and grief all round, and anger on the ghosts' part.

While Trudy probably wouldn't be alive after all this time, the trio and the ghosts want the immortals to clear her name.

Zeno and Rodenmaar arrive at the house. They're both searching for an ancient artefact hidden in the house.

(Is it the mask? Is it the Book of Isis? Robert Frobisher Smythe? Who knows? Not me.)

They also want to try and end the other because, why not. Grudges can last forever.

The trio also meet Sophia at some point, who is undergoing weird transitions as a result of the blood transfusion. Her body is fighting it while also trying to embrace it, and it causes her to randomly absorb life/energy from plants or other people. She can also transfer energy to other beings, but this causes her to collapse. She also still looks 14 when she should be in her 20s by now. The trio befriend her and try to figure out a cure.

While their existences are tainted with regret and bitterness, the ghosts still make their own fun. Sometimes they'll pull pranks on unsuspecting students, or just sit in the back of the class room to listen to the lessons like they're students again. They know for a fact Ms Andrews hasn't changed her curriculum in 50 years and can now recite her lessons by heart. They also like to play games in the house like tag or hide and seek, and they will admit its more fun when you can phase through walls.

When they reveal themselves to the trio, they enjoy tormenting them, but also help them with their games nights, charading the answers behind the other 5s backs. Everyone's had near misses with the 5, but somehow they remain oblivious to the SEVEN GHOSTS living in their house. But then again everyone else is oblivous to the fact the 5 are on some Arthurian quest.

I don't know how this story would end, but the best outcome is that they fight Zeno and Rodenmaar, and some truth comes out that Rodenmaar has discovered a way to reverse what was done and needs an artefact from the tunnels to conduct the ritual. Zeno, meanwhile has discovered another ritual that would give him the power from the other immortals to essentially make himself a god.

Naturally, both are trying to stop the other from achieving their goals.

Initially, KT, Eddie, Willow and the ghosts (and Sophia) attempt to stop both parties, but when they discover Victor's plan they work to take down Zeno. Once he's subdued (taken down by Sophia draining his energy), they summon the other 5 immortals.

Some of them take some convincing, but others are all too ready to give up this immortal life. They get time to tie off loose ends. Ms. Andrews hands in her resignation, Delia entrusts someone (Sophia?) with her work, Mercer has a long talk with his daughter, Eric has an even longer talk with his son. Victor spends his time in Anubis House, telling the kids his story and apologising for taking so long to fix his mistake.

Eventually, the ritual takes place, and the next day sees 7 new students enrolled who look uncannily like the students in the pictures.

(It takes them a while to adjust to the fact they can't walk through walls anymore)

#then KT's grandfather gives her a key and they're off on another adventure #house of anubis #long post #hoa #kt rush #eddie miller #willow jenks #i know this was my longest au but it somehow ended up longer #ghost au 2: electric boogaloo #this would be an epic 100k fic but alas i dont have the energy nor skill to do that so take the plotline instead #honestly though this would make a great buzzfeed unsolved episode #also im so sorry about the anglicised versions of de vijf but i think thats what they would have been called if there was an english remake #ive put the keep reading thing on this so many times but tumblr keeps removing it so sorry if you have to scroll #hoa au

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elejahfanfic · 5 years ago

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The Vampire Files/5

Fanfiction

Part 5

AU story with tvd/to characters, but also with many others from different fandoms like Nick Amaro _Law&Order svu, that I am borrowing here. And Joel Goran from Saving Hope etc.

Main pairing_ Nick Amaro and Elena Gilbert

Nick and Elena are FBI Agents investigating supernatural activities and homocide caused vampires and demons.

Expect witches, demons, vampires. Inspired by X-files, Twin Peaks, and many other shows

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tag_ @miguelsbrat

thanks so much for reading xoxo

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“Right- I’m gonna go” Nick took his coat from the chair.

“No- we still didn’t finish discussing the latest,” Elena said shooting a very significant look at her partner, “plus Jenna is making her special lasagne and you got to try it.”

Nick wavered for a second, and then put the coat back on the chair, and sat down at the table.

Elena turned to Joel, now asking him to follow her to the small entrance hall.

“I’m sorry, but we got to work on the case.” Elena said to the surgeon.

“Yeah, I see” Joel said. “I should have called.”

“Yeah, you should have” Elena nodded a little, biting a nervous gulp back.

“Ok” Joel inhaled, twisting his lips. “I’m not going to keep you - I just - wanted to tell you that the other night was amazing and it made me realize that I fucked up and - I won’t give up”

“Joel” Elena started, but he now stopped her before she could continue, pulling her into a deep, long kiss.

In the living room, Nick couldn’t help but overhear them. Unexpected feelings rushed through him, causing his heart to strangely pump with jealousy. Where was this coming from? He barely knew Elena. And these feelings welling up inside him were something he now tried to shrug off.

Sometimes, someone comes into your life, so unexpectedly, takes your heart by surprise, and changes your life forever.

Camille’s words shot out of nowhere. Yes, he cared about her and that was it. There was nothing more.

He now tossed his phone on the table.

“Amaro, everything all right?” Elena said as she walked back in the living room.

“Yes, why?”

“I hope you are not angry that I kind of invited you to stay for dinner. I just -”

“Hey - what are partners for - “

“Yeah - this was so childish of me - it’s just - things are complicated between me and Joel and - “

“You don’t have to explaind.It’s all good. I would have grabbed some food on the way home from the diner. But home cooked is always better.”

“It is. Ok - a beer?” Elena offered and then remembered that there was none. “Ice-cream?”

“Well, actually, I will have some ice-cream.” Nick then said.

“Chocolate chip fudge mint? Or plain chocolate?”

“Plain chocolate, thank you.”

As she served him the ice-cream, they went on discussing the case, which was scrapped after Jenna returned from a shopping spree. She was more than pleased that Nick stayed for dinner.

Darkness was consuming Elena, and Jenna wanted so badly to get her out of it, although she knew that that could never be. But, at least, she could balance it with some normalcy, and that night the trio enjoyed some time out form the world, sharing stories of their childhood, laughing and joking.

***

Days passed by and the investigation about Elena's attack led to yet another dead end. Stefan and Valerie still didn’t let themselves be defeated. There was more to dig and so they continued digging, which led them to Lorenzo St. John, an eighty year old man, in the heart of New York.

In Whitmore

"She wore a very ancient cut of the Lapis lazuli. The one that counteract the wiles of the spirits of darkness and procure the aid and favor of the spirits of light and wisdom." Bonnie said to her fellow forensic science professor, Damon Somer.

"So, she is not just an FBI Agent?!" Damon said.

"I don't know. According to the myth, only a demon huntress wore one"

"So, you think she killed the vampire?" Damon asked.

"I went back to the woods and there was no trace of it. So, if she is the huntress- then- huh, I couldn't save Lexi-" Bonnie's eyes watered.

"Stop beating yourself up. You did your best. You have no magic anymore. There is nothing you could have done"-Damon tried to comfort her.

"You know that others will come"- Bonnie then said.

Damon just sighed.

"I have class- so, see you later?!"- Damon said waving goodbye to his friend.

Bonnie went back to her work. But her mind remained restless.

***** In Washington, D.C., the following day

Elena walked into the office. Nick was already there, finishing some paperwork.

Without any particular hello, Elena asked for the file on Lexi Branson.

"How did it go upstairs?" he referred to her meeting with the Field director passing the file to her.

"The usual. I kinda managed to convince him that all is interconnected and he kinda agreed we work with Stefan- Agent Salvatore and Agent Tulle"

"Kinda?" Nick looked at her accentuating the word.

"We still don't have the green light, but - we will get it. Till then it's just shuffling intel" Elena explained.

"No green light, no shuffling!" Nick said firmly.

Elena narrowed his eyes at him. Being so by the book made her blood start to simmer slightly. She had to live with many loopholes, otherwise she would not have survived in the world of demons and darkness. And yet he was there to balance things out, as the director put it out to her.

She sat down at her desk and went through the file.

"Didn't we close this case?"

"She was not just any kind of random kill," Elena said,"she moved to Mystic Falls from Portland. And look at the tattoo on the neck"

Nick walked over to her and she gave him the picture.

"Ankh-Egyptian sign - life!" Nick remarked.

"I don't think it's a random tattoo. Witches wore it."

"Where are you going with this?"

"Trying to make a connection between all the desiccated women. They all had a tattoo on the neck" Elena said.

"But they were not Egyptian?!"

"No. But each of the women had some connection with the occult."

"Serial killing -desiccating in different States for an occult purpose?!" Nick concluded.

"Something tells me that this not the end" Elena put her thought out to him.

"You still believe it is connected to the attempt on your life?"

"It could be. And then it could not" Elena said closing the file.

An e-mail alert on the computer swayed her from the topic.

"One thing is for sure -there is no rest for the wicked" she said as she read a report that had just come in.

Nick opened the e-mail himself on his computer and read,"Desiccated woman, age 22, found near New Orleans, Bayou, with bite markings on her wrists"

"Now do you believe me?" Elena said tilting her head poignantly.

"Believe? All this is not a coincidence? Yeah. There is a network of serial killers on the loose." NIkc said picking up the phone scheduling the next flight to New Orleans.

He glanced at Elena. Her face went grim. It looked like it lost all the life in her. She browsed rapidly through her files.

"Want to share?"

"No. Just checking stuff on New Orleans- sending you mail on your phone, so we are n'sync," she said,"when is our flight?"

"5:40 p.m." Nick said.

"Right. We have time to meet Bonnie Bennett"

"The forensic from Withmore?"

"Yes. I called her"

"Her report was very thorough," Nick said,"but I guess this is about the talisman she wore?!"

"Exactly. I did some digging. It is worn by a Wicca Society, well, a very ancient Wicca Council - five covens of very powerful witches put their chosen witch to protect the source of all magic"

"This is all about someone messing with the source of all magic?!"

"Bingo! You are really good! I am impressed."

"You are not serious?!" Nick looked at her slightly gone out.

"I'm deadly serious!" Elena cocked an surprised eyebrow at her partner.

Elena knew that his rational brain was not yet willing to accept that there was this whole other world out there that divided this world with the other by a thin veil that people like her encounter all of their lives.

Her phone buzzed and she now read Jenna's message.

"E's adoptive mother is a Dumas werewolf"

**** In the courthouse

Caroline put her phone down not happy with the intel she got about a case. Klaus approached her reading from her sour face that there was trouble.

"They found McKenzie dead. Drowned in his bathtub"- Caroline informed him.

"Not surprised" Klaus said.

"Montgomery is going to walk!! Ugh!" Caroline was fuming as the case was going to collapse without their key witness.

"Come on, we both need a large bourbon. I'm buying" Klaus invited the feisty assistant D.A.

"I am a Martini girl" Caroline said.

"Three olives?" Klaus said.

"Yeah- how do you know?" Caroline was amazed that he knew that particularity.

"Last Christmas you sent the drink back cuz the waitress forgot the three olives!"

"Well, she didn't do her job of listening to me when she took the order" Caroline fought her corner.

"You being particular is one of your strong points. You run the office way better than I do at times.” he complimented her.

"One day I plan to take it over" Caroline said without flinching.

"And so very ambitious!"

"What you see is what you get" Caroline said as they got out of the courthouse.

For quite a while he loved everything about her but kept it to himself.

***

At the same time in the park, near Elena’s favourite diner, Elena and Nick met up with Bonnie. Elena showed Bonnie two photos of a shaman and a woman, who carried the same protective amulet as she did.

"Have you ever met them before?" Elena asked straight forward waiting for Bonnie's reaction.Bonnie didn't hide the fact that she knew them.

"That's Rayna Cruz and Xander Drummond," Bonnie said,"we were at college together. They are now in CSI NY"

"What do you know about the Council of Five?" Elena continued to quizz her.

All Bonnie's suspicions about Elena were now confirmed as her look was telling her that she was not going to accept partial truths, indicating to her that she was part of the same darkness that had been enveloping them from birth.

"It's something like a Dead Poets Society" Bonnie replied.

"Right. Seize the day thing," Elena said, "don't believe you"

"That's what it was. A college thing. We loved the movie so much, so we made out this group- and we still meet once a year. We are something like a sorority/fraternity but different"

"Can I become a member or is it a closed off thing?" Elena then asked.

"If you wish," Bonnie replied,"we do a mean barbicue"

"Where are you meeting this year?" Elena continued with the inqusition.

"Whitmore" Bonnie said.

"Great. Count us in"- Elena finished.

Nick, who was letting her quiz Bonnie without interruptions now looked at Elena with wtf expression on his face.

"Thanks for coming all the way out to D.C. - but I really needed you to identify these two officers." Elena said getting up, “Thank you for coming.”

As they left the diner, and got into the car to head to the airport, Nick could not keep his discontent to himself.

"I guess you and Kenner often played off each other in bizarre situations as these, but, seriously wtf was that about?"

"Stefan and - Salvatore and Tulle" Elena corrected herself,” found out that the Council of Five is connected to a case - Francesca Guerrera involving Kai Parker."

"Kai Parker, who disappeared in 2011," Nick said,"which has never been solved"

"No." Elena said, and was cut off as they were interrupted by an important phone call.

“It’s Benson.” Nick said and took the call.

Elena's mind swayed to the Parker case. Although she and Jackson were not directly involved in it, she was consulted about certain artefacts they found in Kai's apartment.

Flashback

"The Parkers are members of a very powerful witch coven. Gemini" Jackson said.

"But there was no proof of it anywhere. Those artefacts proved only that he was into voodoo, bringing stuff over from Haiti, but there was no proof of practice" Elena said.

"You and I both know it was planted there, to sway them from the real truth"

"That they killed their own son and disposed of him in a way that I don't even want to think about?!" Elena concluded.

"Well, you know that anything is possible. The myths about demonic covens says they don't stop at nothing"

"Double negation!" Elena joked a little.

"Gilbert?" Nick repeated twice to get her attention as it was obvious she was somewhere far away in her thoughts.

"What?" Elena muttered turning to the Agent.

"You switched off," he said."Right. I was just trying to connect certain missing dots."

"Resulting in?" he teased a bit."That I actually need a triple shot of moccacino and a tub of ice-cream. My brain is not really functioning"

"Well, we are soon going to be in the Big Easy so I can imagine you will stuff yourself with sweet potatoe pie!"

"I am actually looking forward to beignets!" Elena gave him a there you have it look.They got out of the car and proceeded to the departure lounge.

***

In New Orleans

Marcel sat down with Aya, a witch asking him to lay his left hand out ready to cut in the palm.

"The nightmares will go away, you promise?" he asked for assurance.

"With this you will be rid of your past"- Aya reassured him-"there will only be future from now on. So, once again, are you sure you want to do it?"

Marcel hesitated for a moment, but then agreed-

"Yes, I want it gone. Forever"

Aya cut into Marcel's hand and as the blood dripped into a bowl with other ingredients already prepared the witch chanted an old spell making all the memories of the past erase from his mind. The strange spell had a very powerful effect on Marcel, making him drowsy, which gave the witch a moment to collect some of his blood in a separate bowl.

There'll be no rest for the wicked There's no song for the choir There's no hope for the weary If you let them win without a fight I let my good one down I let my true love die I had his heart but I broke it every time

_to be continued

#nick amaro #elena gilbert #fanfiction #crossover au #fanfiction tvd au #alternative universe #nicklena #joel goran

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narashikari · 6 years ago

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An Analysis of the Phase 2 Main Riders’ Names

So, before, I made a post about the names of the two-in-one Riders, and it got me curious as to if everyone else’s names were significant in the same way. So, with a little help from Wikitionary, Google Translate and the Kamen Rider wiki (for the kanji in each Riders’ name), I looked at what each of the names mean and if they had any significance to the story arcs in the show. Buckle up ‘coz it’s gonna be a long one....

HIDARI SHOUTARO 左翔太郎

Shoutaro’s last name is an obvious allusion to him being the left side of W. The first kanji of first name, aside from being a homophone for the kanji in Ishinomori’s first name, means “to fly, to soar”, while the last two is a typical suffix for a boy’s name.

Fittingly, the last form W receives is CycloneJokerGoldXtreme, which is formed from the complete unity of Shoutaro and Philip- emphasizing their growth as partners in the series- and also from Fuuto, the city they love and protect, empowering them with her wind. And of course, CycloneJokerGoldXtreme gives W wings.

Even better? This proves that Shoutaro doesn’t need to be alone to reach his full potential. And he doesn’t have to change who he is, either. In fact, it’s the exact opposite. To live up to his name (literally), he should stay the exact way he is... and he should have Philip by his side.

PHILIPフィリプ/ SONOZAKI RAITO 園咲　来人

As explained in the series itself, Philip’s name is derived from Narumi Sokichi’s favorite character, Philip Marlowe, the main character of Raymond Chandler’s The Long Goodbye (as well as various other works), who is a detective. Beyond that, there’s not much significance to the name itself. The name does mean “lover of horses”, and as stated in this post, being a motorcycle rider is as close as one gets in the modern era. Kinda.

His real name, however, is quite interesting. “Sonozaki” means “garden of blossoms”. Which, on the surface, is pretty ironic because he’s a self-described devil, while the rest of the family are literal monsters and the villains of the season. But, it’s also quite fitting because a garden needs proper tending to achieve its true beauty- which is exactly what happened to Philip. He became the best version of himself because he had someone like Shoutaro caring for him. While his sisters, who only had Ryubee, withered away.

His first name, Raito, means “person who comes”- i.e., a person who comes back to his partner, no matter what. Nothing stopped him from coming home to his true family- not his blood family taking him away, nor the doubts his mother plant, nor death itself.

HINO EIJI 火野　映司

“Hino” means “field of flames”. Already, his link to Ankh, who is affiliated with fire (TaJaDor is red and themed after a phoenix, after all), is established. But more than that, the name becomes ironic for Eiji himself- because, as stated in the series itself, the one thing Eiji lacks is a desire of his own. And what element is usually linked to desire?

Fire, of course. So it’s fitting that in the finale, when he remembers what his desire is- to help everyone whose hand he can reach- the last form he ends up using is TaJaDor. Ankh’s form.

(Also, yes, that is also the surname of a certain Sailor Scout. Are they related? Hmmm...)

The kanji for Eiji means “to reflect” and “to rule over”, respectively. It’s an allusion to how Eiji is a mirror image of the King, the previous OOO. The King was a selfish despot who wanted power for the sake of ruling over everything; Eiji wants nothing and is selfless to almost a fault, and even forsakes his political family. Even in Zi-O, where he does become a politician, he’s still kind and wants only what is good for the Japanese people.

KISARAGI GENTARO 如月　弦太郎

You might notice that the kanji for “moon” is present in Gentaro’s last name. The kanji that precedes it means “likeness, to seem, as if”. So... it’s as if Gentaro is the moon itself. Which is rather fitting for a Rider whose home base is on the moon and is themed after space. It also forms a nice pair with Kengo’s last name, Utahoshi (歌星), which has the kanji for “star”. What do you mean you don’t ship it

His first name, however, is rather peculiar. The first kanji means “bowstring” and is also used to refer to stringed instruments (when combined, oddly enough, with the first kanji of Kengo’s surname). In Chinese, it could mean “crescent”- another moon reference- so that might be closer to the actual meaning.

SOUMA HARUTO 操真　晴人

So, funny story. When I plugged Souma into Google Translate, it was set to read for Chinese rather than Japanese- and the English meaning came out as “fucking”. I bet the Chinese subbers were at a loss as to how to explain why Wizard’s real name is a curse word.

Anywaaaaays, Souma actually has a way more morbid meaning in Japanese! The first kanji especially- when combined with certain other kanji, it could mean “to control”. And the latter kanji means “truth”. When I plugged them both into Translate, it came out as “manipulation”... which describes what the White Wizard/Wiseman was doing to him to a T.

However, the individual kanji themselves are quite benign. The first kanji, by itself, means “faith”, “fidelity” “chastity” and “honor”, which are all virtues, just as��“truth” is. Surely, as a Kamen Rider, Haruto has all of these.

His first name means “a person who clears up (the weather)”. Or, in his case, clear the skies of an eclipse that will turn even more people into Gates. Not to mention, Haruto is the Magician of Hope- and clear, sunny skies are associated with positive emotions... such as hope!

KAZURABA KOUTA 葛葉　紘汰

So.... Kazuraba means “mulberry leaf”. Which is a pretty odd name to give to a fruit-themed rider. Mulberry leaves are known as the favorite food of silkworms. The irony of a man being named after a leaf whose claim to fame is being overfed to larvae becoming a fruit-themed god is rather hilarious. However, the first kanji alone does mean “creeper”, i.e. vines... like the Helheim plants!

His first name is... somehow the most nonsensical thing I have come across. Pasting the whole thing into Translate spat out “moth” (i.e. what silkworms become... ironically enough), while looking up the individual kanji makes no sense- the first kanji doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a given name... while the second one means “to scour”. Whaaaaat?

Gaim’s name makes about as much sense as the season, I guess.

TOMARI SHINNOSUKE 泊　進ノ介

So, the kanji itself actually means “night”, but when read as Tomari, it’s just a surname. It was chosen mainly because it’s a pun on 止まれ (tomare) or “stop”. Of course, as a police officer and Kamen Rider, he’s stopping bad things from happening...

But also, he’s a car themed rider. His main form and his Rider machine, a car (which becomes the armor for his final form) are red. What color does red represent on traffic lights? Stop. Tomare. Tomari. Get it?

For his first name, what really matters is the first kanji since the last two is a generic suffix for boy’s names. That first kanji means “to advance, to make progress”. And if that isn’t his entire character arc in a nutshell, I don’t know what is.

Shinnosuke starts out Drive as a lazy, basically exiled former elite due to his demotivation over what happened to his partner Hayase and his demotion. His father’s death still haunted him despite how long it had been. However, when Belt-san and Kiriko recruited him to be Drive, he was able to get back into “top gear”, as he’d say. He got over the guilt of what happened to Hayase, he solved his father’s case and laid him to rest. Eventually, he moved past all his ghosts and regained his status as an elite police officer... and he moved on to form his own family with Kiriko.

TENKUUJI TAKERU 天空寺　タケル

Takeru’s last name means “sky temple”, which is quite fitting for the owner of Daitenku Temple... which is literally just Tenkuuji with the word for “big” in front of it. Of course, it also fits with Takeru being Ghost, since... well, he’s dead for the majority of his series. The Great Eyecon also usually appears in the sky as a sort of heaven stand-in.

(Which, in turn, explains why Takeru has this angelic sub-theme to him. In the OP, his precious people are represented as feathers. Then when he gets his final form, it debuts with him surrounded in pure white feathers to go along his white suit and glittery helmet with rainbow horn.)

Takeru’s name is interesting because it’s written in katakana, not kanji like everyone else before him. The wiki actually says Takeru is the first ever title Rider to have this distinction*. It also makes it damn near impossible to know what his name actually means, since Wikipedia lists five different individual kanji and at least ten two-word kanji that could be read as Takeru.

Although, given his status as a Rider and how his dad was a general bamf, it most likely stood in for 武, meaning “warrior”, or a derivative thereof. Seeing as this kanji is also in the word 武士, which means “samurai”, and that the Luminary most loyal to Takeru is (Miyamoto) Musashi, a famous samurai, it fits.

*Philip’s was written in katakana, but it wasn’t a Japanese name to begin with, so it would be written in katakana regardless and thus doesn’t count.

HOJO EMU 宝生　永夢

So the first kanji in Emu’s surname has a bunch of different meanings, but it basically boils down to “(something) valuable”. The second kanji, likewise, also has various meanings, among which is “life”. And together, they describe Emu perfectly: it fits with his beliefs that every patient’s life is precious.

However, it becomes ironic when one considers how little Emu values his own life. He often fought to his breaking point, and even maimed himself even in the Gorider special... then there’s the implication of him committing suicide as a boy...

His first name, on the other hand, means “eternal dream”. Put together with his last name, and you get a pretty good description of who Emu is as a person and why he ended up in the profession he did.

KIRYUU SENTO 桐生　戦兎/ KATSURAGI TAKUMI 葛城巧

Sento’s last name, as explained in the series, was derived from the name of a barbershop Evolt just happened to see. The two kanji together doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a common last name (for example, Sento shares this with Kyouryuger’s Daigo, aka King). Also explained in the series is how Sento’s name is derived from Rabbit Tank, only in reverse, as an amusing joke to Evolt. It emphasizes how Evolt saw Sento as a war machine first, and a living creature second.

(Not to mention, it’s actually one of our first hints that Souchi isn’t who he seems to be- why would he name Sento after Rabbit Tank if he supposedly gave Sento his name before he trusted him enough to wield the Build Driver? Honestly I don’t know why I didn’t figure it out sooner!)

But. Sento, in actuality, is Katsuragi Takumi, right?

So, the first kanji in Katsuragi is actually the same as in Kazuraba, just with an alternate pronounciation, while the second means “castle”. Or in the Japanese context, “fortress”. So... a “fortress of vines”? It does describe his creepy (pun intended) yet closed off personality quite well. Takumi, on the other hand, means “clever, skillful”. Pretty self-explanatory, given that both he (as himself and as Sento) and his parents are pretty dang smart.

TOKIWA SOUGO 常磐　ソウゴ

“Tokiwa” literally means “a rock that doesn’t change over time”, but figuratively means “eternity”. Of course, this is a reference to him being the eternal king (if Woz had his way), and the eternal Rider, the only one who stood the test of time, as the rest of the Heisei Riders have been lost to history. Additionally, it’s a pun of 時 (toki, ”time”), 時計 (tokei, “clock/watch”) and 時は* (toki wa, “time is”).

“Sougo”, like Takeru, is in katakana, meaning it can lend itself to a variety of meanings. Unlike Takeru’s name, which is a popular boy’s name, Sougo’s is unusual enough that it doesn’t have a list of commonly used kanji for names. When I looked it up, the words and meanings Google gave me were all over the place. 蒼梧 means “firmiana simplex” (a kind of tree), 双互 means “reciprocal”, 齟齬 means “discrepancy, conflict”, 総悟 (which is the name of a Gintama character... portrayed by Kamen Rider alum Ryo Yoshizawa... alongside Masaki Suda...) is a riff off a famous samurai’s name.

This uniqueness may be an allusion to his unique position as a Rider: not only is he a Rider able to use the power of all the Heisei Riders, including his own allies’ powers. He is also the final Rider of the Heisei era, and the first of the Reiwa era.

Edit: as pointed by @kr-shinkuu, Tokiwa Sou is also the name of the place Ishinomori lived in!

#kamen rider #heisei phase 2 #hidari shoutaro #philip #sonozaki raito #hino eiji #kisaragi gentaro #souma haruto #kazuraba kouta #tomari shinnosuke #tenkuuji takeru #hojo emu #kiryuu sento #tokiwa sougo

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shandidellamorte · 6 years ago

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Shandi’s KISSteria drabbles 10!

Lol I hate myself for thinking of this. This is the last part of the Golden Dancer series. At least for now~

~Shandi

Demon must cope with a pain he never thought he’d experience. The pain of loss.

TEARFUL DEPARTURE

Vinneketh could see the anxiety practically radiating from his lover. He crawled onto the bed behind Demon’s hunched over form and began to rub his shoulders. “I wish you would talk to me, darling..” he said, resting his chin on his lover’s head. “I cannot help you if you cannot be open with me.” Demon just heaved a heavy sigh. As nice as the massage felt it did nothing to ease his tensions. “I do..need to speak to you..” His voice was barely audible. “..it’s just so difficult..” He purred quietly as the dancer pressed kisses to his temple. “Whatever it is…you can tell me. We promised no secrets, remember?” He nodded. Even without psychic abilities he found it extremely difficult to keep anything from his Treasure. He held Vinneketh close and took a deep breath. “The night we argued..I went to StarChild for consolation. He..has expressed interest in going to Earth to live among the humans..creating their music. He wants to go soon..and he’s asked me to come along with him..” His lover’s silence only made his anxiety escalate. Not that it improved any when he finally spoke again.

“You..are leaving KISSteria..? Leaving me..?”

Demon squeezed his eyes shut. Those words stung so much they shook him to his core. He held his lover tightly and kissed him. “If I had any other choice I would never..but StarChild and I share a bond of blood. He is my summoner. I am sworn to protect him. Vinneketh nodded slowly. He understood such bonds very well. Still..it didn’t make this hurt any less. “Can I not go with you..?” Demon shook his head. “We have no idea what this ‘Earth’ will be like. I would be crazy to allow you to risk yourself as well. I refuse to lose you, my Treasure. You are my dearest love..my soulmate. Part of me will always remain with you.”

“PART OF YOU?! DEMON, I WANT ALL OF YOU!!”

Vinneketh clung to Demon’s shoulders, shaking and sobbing loudly. “I beg you..please..!! Reconsider..!!” His beloved kissed him once more, gently stroking his hair. “Marry me, Vinneketh..say you’ll belong to me.” He pulled back slightly with a soft gasp. Did he..hear that right? “Wh-what did you say..?” Demon held his face, wiping his tears away with his thumbs. “I said..marry me.” The dancer broke down again, this time shedding tears of happiness. “Yes, Demon..yes I will marry you, my beloved..!”

Demon agreed to his lover’s wishes to be wed in Sphynxia. With the Elder’s blessing they were allowed to use KISSteria’s Star Portal to transport themselves there. Nothing made Vinneketh happier than being home again after being away for so long. He took Demon’s hand and led him towards the Palace. “I must introduce you to the Master~” When they entered Demon could clearly see what influenced Vinneketh’s bathchamber decor. Nearly everything was drenched in gold and made from beautiful white marble. The strong scent of incense made his nose twitch. He much preferred the gentle scents of the oils his lover enjoyed. “Master~!!” Demon watched as the dancer ran to a man dressed in regal white robes with long flowing sleeves that resembled a bird’s wings. He smiled and held his arms open. “My dear Vinneketh. I am pleased to see you looking so well~ We have missed you here.” They held each other in a tight embrace. “Master..you know I could never stay away. Come..I want you to meet someone~” Demon stiffened. The man’s eyes seemed to be judging him already. “Beloved..this is my Master Radames Fertari~ Master..this is Demon, the man I wish to be wed to~” Radames narrowed his eyes. “So I see. This is the one who stole your heart, hm?” Vinneketh beamed. “Indeed he is~ Master..I would be honored if you gave us your blessing~” Radames crossed his hands over his heart. “It gives me such joy to look upon you now. The brightness in your smile is truly a gift from Ra himself~ If you will permit me, I will perform the marriage rites~” The dancer hugged his Master once more, making the cutest happy noises Demon had ever heard. “Yes, Master I would love that so much~!”

While Radames prepared the Ceremonial Temple, Demon sat and watched him. To say he was nervous was the understatement of the millennium. His hands were shaking. He was sweating. His heart was racing. Still, he had no regrets. Vinneketh was the one he wanted to spend eternity with. “Everything is in readiness.” he heard Radames say. “All that is left is..to.. ….” Demon turned in the direction the Master was staring, only to be struck into silent awe himself. Vinneketh stood there looking as radiant as the sun, dressed in glittering golden robes with a train that trailed at least 5 feet behind him. No sleeves of course. It was much too hot for sleeves anyway. Instead golden coils shaped like snakes were wrapped around the length of his arms. The black silk sash that Demon had given to him was wrapped around his waist, held together with a gold brooch in the shape on an ankh. A golden circlet wrapped around his head crowned with the figure of a kneeling winged woman with her arms stretched out and a sun disk atop her head. “That..is the circlet of Isis I gave you as a birthday gift. Look at you..the very image of the Gods’ perfection~” Radames said, finally finding the will to speak. The dancer smiled and nodded. “Thank you so much, Master. I had been saving it for this day~” Demon was frozen in place. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire existence..and they were about to be married. “I am..so unworthy..” he whispered to himself.

“We are gathered here to join these two in the sacred bond of marriage. On this day, Demon and Vinneketh have chosen to live out the rest of their lives together in the holy union of heart and soul.” Radames took a small gold chest from the altar behind him, opening it to reveal a pair of rings. One made of gold and one made of obsidian. “Take these rings, my children..and speak your vows~” Vinneketh smiled, taking the gold ring and sliding it onto Demon’s finger.

“My Demon..my dearest love~ I never dreamed I would find such a deep spiritual connection with anyone. With the placement of this ring I give myself to you, my beloved. In the presence of my Gods I give you my solemn vow that I will remain by your side for as long as breath remains in me~”

Demon purred softly, admiring his ring briefly before taking the obsidian ring and placing it on Vinneketh’s finger.

“You, Vinneketh..are my most precious golden treasure. You have taught me how to love with my whole heart and you have given my life true purpose. With this ring, I vow to you that my loyalty to you will never waver. My love for you will never be destroyed. I am yours until you no longer wish to have me.”

Radames smiled as they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes. “Then, my children..with the power vested in me by our Gods, I bless you with the gift of being wed. You may kiss~” With their fingers laced together Demon and Vinneketh shared their first kiss as husbands.

They spent the next two months in Sphynxia basking in their wedded bliss. But their happiness seemed all too short lived when Demon received a letter from KISSteria. He crushed the paper tightly in his hand. “My love..StarChild is requesting my return. I believe he..wishes to leave for Earth any time now.” Vinneketh sighed. “I have dreaded this day..and now it has finally come. He went to his husband and wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing his cheek against his back. “I suppose..we must return..” Demon nodded. “I will have to use my power to transport us back. Hold onto me tightly.” In a blinding blaze of fire they vanished, reappearing in Demon’s chambers on KISSteria. They went to the Main Hall where StarChild waited with SpaceMan and CatMan. “There you are, Demon! I’m happy my letter reached you. Are you ready to go?” Demon blinked. He wasn’t expecting to have to leave as soon as he returned. Vinneketh frowned and squeezed his husband’s hand tightly. “I..suppose I am. Let’s get to the Portal.”

As they all stood in front of the Star Portal, Vinneketh couldn’t stop himself from crying. Demon held him close and nuzzled his sweet smelling hair. “I promise you, my love..I will return. Until then I will find a way to stay in contact with you. I told you when we wed…you will never lose me.” The dancer nodded, kissing his husband one last time. “Please..be safe, my darling..part of my heart goes with you.”

Watching them enter the portal, Vinneketh made a promise to himself that he would see his beloved Demon again. Even if he had to brave the perils of Earth to do it.

~END~

#Shandi's drabbles #Shandi's KISSteriaverse #Demon x Ankh Warrior #WHY DO I KEEP HURTING MYSELF LIKE THIS #I wanna reiterate this is NOT a breakup #Golden Dancer

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imagineyourguidingkey · 5 years ago

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Hey! I saw your post and I was wondering if you could do an imagine for Ienzo and sora (or only Ienzo if you only write for one at a time) finding their s/o in a terrible state from doing something that they were warned not to do. Maybe going to a fight and they were told that it wasnt worth it but they go anyway and return in bad shape so they have to be healed up. Thank you!

Hiya thanks for being the very first person to send me a request. I am happy to do both characters, but I decided to do just Ienzo for now and do Sora a bit later. When reading that I had a sudden idea, based from a kingdom hearts character I made back, and altered it to fit with the idea. The story is based around/in whichever way to say it in kingdom hearts three, which I hope won’t be a spoiler for you, but I thought I might alter a scene, which I hope is alright. I do hope you enjoy reading it and hopefully it was something along the lines of what you expected. If you liked it or not please tell me and if you want a part two or another request on something else, I will be happy to do it for you. It’s been a while since I got back into writing scenarios and this one was fun to write.

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Ienzo x injured s/o

They should have listened. They weren’t strong enough, they weren’t a keyblader, though that didn’t stop them from wanting to find him. Ever since the day, kingdom hearts was opened and the nobodies who decided not to join Xehanort had turned to somebodies. Ienzo’s significant other wanted to know what had happened to him. To Even… Vexen. While you had all been in the organisation you were chosen to help Vexen create a living puppet, due to their ability in forming puppets out of clay. Their skill could have helped the scientist further and from what they remember it did, but it was still foggy in their mind what truly happened, during that time though they had grown to hold a sort of connection to the long blonde-haired man, and they were determined to find him, even if it meant sneaking out of the castle in radiant garden in the middle of the night, hiding from Aeleus and Dilan, who might have dragged them back, knowing that their ability they once had, had weakened, once an impenetrable fortress of clay figures had become just ordinary clay lumps.

“It’s not safe S/o.” Ienzo was looking through the computer as the group stood around having a discussion on Ienzo significant other going on a search for Vexen.

“But he could be there!” His significant other continued, before Dilan, who leaned one of the walls beside the door spoke up himself.

“He could still be part of the organisation.” He pointed out.

“And you think he would hurt me?” They signalled to themselves. “I’ve spent so long with him when I was a nobody, on the same mission. He wouldn’t do that.”

“That may be so S/o, but outside twilight town itself at this time, there are swarms of heartless there.” Ienzo tried to reason. His s/o was now the weakest one out of the room.

“I still have magic abilities.” They defended themselves moving closer to Ienzo. They didn’t really care if Aeleus or Dilan disagreed, but they wanted the go-ahead from Ienzo himself. “If Pence and his friends can get to the mansion with no powers then, I’m sure I can do it.” They tried to reassure.

“It is still dangerous. You were skilled in defence and your defences have gone.” He was being honest with them, which they would always appreciate and respect, and they both knew he was saying this out of worry. Ever since they met as nobodies, they seemed to have spent most of their time together, if his s/o wasn’t helping Vexen.

“S/o. no one can go with you, We have duties here.” Dilan spoke again.

“I don’t need someone to go with me.” They looked over to him. “I can take on those weak heartless, without my puppets easily.” They held confidence in their skill, against the heartless in Twilight Town, which she had scouted multiple times, during the year Ienzo and Aeleus both faded. His s/o never liked thinking back to that time. “What use I am here, just sitting on the sidelines.” They brought up. “My memories. Their too foggy to help with the reconstruction, we need Vexen, not me.”

“You are perfectly capable of helping with the construction, it was a joint effort.”

“He was the head of the operation. I just helped him with skill, which we have already pointed out are too weak as of now.”

“S/o you are not going to Twilight Town.” Dilan spoke in what seemed like an order.

“I can decide my own choices, it would be nice to have some faith in me, that I can survive one trip out of the castle.” His S/o let out, frustrated before heading towards the door annoyed.

“Wait...S/o...” Ienzo started, but it was to late as they were already gone.

They felt bad for leaving behind their back, but they had magic, and they weren’t planning to get into a fight if there was no reason to. They were smart, they know when it was a lost cause. They needed answers and they wanted to see him again, it had been too long. Apart from Dilan, who they never really interacted with until after the organisation, they were left alone. All of them had perished in castle oblivion, it was only them for so long, or it was what they remembered. They knew the pang in their heart would be there until they had spoken at least to Ienzo again, but it wasn’t going to stop them. She was determined to find him. Luckily for them, they managed to get away from the castle quite quickly, thankful to the rare stories Lea had told them how he and Isa could sneak into the castle. Dilan and Aeleus didn’t know they knew. They couldn’t stop now, they thought as they head to the world that held a lead for them to go on, Twilight Town.

What they didn’t expect once they arrived though, after meeting Hayner, Pence and Olette, was to encounter both Ansem the wise and Xehanort’s heartless. Out of the four of them, Ienzo significant other was the strongest, and while they had planned to keep their promise about not getting into a fight they couldn’t win. Ansem was important, more important than them, so they thought. They chose to be the distraction, even if they knew they weren’t strong enough to go against the seeker of darkness.

“Have you seen S/o? They couldn’t have gone could they?!” Panic was in Ienzo’s voice as he had gone to look for his S/o.

She couldn’t really have left to go. He should have known once they were passionate and determined about something then they wouldn’t hold back, but every second he thought about them being gone worried him more. They weren’t really much of a fighter back in the organisation and mostly always hoped to get recon instead of missions going head to head with a heartless. He felt the need to contact Pence, he needed to know they were there. He knew he wouldn’t be able to convince them to come back now, he just hoped that she was alright. Though it seemed he had reason to worry. When a portal suddenly opened from behind in revealing his old master, and while he would be surprised to see Ansem, he was more focused on the person in his arms. It seemed that Vexen was there and was able to save them in the knick of time, for a final blow, only it would have been better if he was quicker. It was easier to see the fear in his eyes when he first laid eyes on them. He wondered if everyone wasn’t against them going, would have changed things. They may not have gone as quickly as they did missing Xehanort’s heartless. Anything that he was going to plan on doing today, finding ways to create a body for Roxas all took backstage. S/o was his main focus as of now.

They didn’t know what happened but the next thing they knew they were laying in a familiar bed in Radiant Garden. They began to move, only to feel stiff and weight on one of their knees. The stiffish coming from what seemed to be bruised that traced their body. It seemed even with healing magic wouldn’t heal all of it. It looked like they needed another dose of Curaga. As they remembered where the bruises came from, their eyes looked down to where they noticed a glimpse of purple and they felt part of their heartbreak even more, when they understood what had happened. They didn’t mean to get hurt and realised what they had done. Maybe they weren’t used to having their heart back yet. Being alone for almost a year without the people they were close too, they had forgotten just how bad the repercussions could be. Whenever they were last injured within the Organisations it seemed like they didn’t care, apart from one… one, there was someone in the back of there mind, but couldn’t pinpoint it. Guilt flowed within the emotions, maybe they shouldn’t have been rash and stubborn, even if they got what they wanted. He was there, though he now didn’t seem to be the focus for them. They placed a hand gently on the males head. Fingers brushing his bluish toned lilac locks. It looked like he hadn’t slept for long, which only caused more guilt to build up. They had to get use to being a somebody again, away from the cult that was never the same once they were gone, when he was gone.

~Master Ankh~

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notbecauseofvictories · 6 years ago

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sybil and sam + arranged marriage, i beg you

Sam spends most of the half-hour meeting raging at Vetinari, to such a profound degree that Sybil—who hasn’t raged at Havelock since they were both sixteen, and he balked at kissing her at her coming-out party—thinks it might not be fair play. Havelock can stand a lot of being-raged-at (it’s novel, given the...tyranny) but even Havelock has limits.

“Sam,” she says, and Sam ignores her in favor of raging some more. She wishes she did not find that so endearing.

He’s inconvenient, that’s the trouble. She’d already made-over her bedroom in pastels and devoted herself to elderly dragons; told Mr. Slant to divert funds to charities, in anticipation of a dowager-hood to come. Unmarried women closer to forty than thirty plan ahead; they know what they’re doing. She was a single approaching-middle-aged woman in possession of a great fortune, with a tendency towards the maudlin. She’d prepared herself for fortune hunters and dandying con-men, not—Sam.

Samuel Vimes thinks about streets, and boots, and tea, and also Justice, and The City. He’d never been married, as far as she knew. Corporal Colon told her; he’d never seemed to be looking. But Samuel Vimes had looked at her—Sybil Ramkin, who had child-bearing hips despite bearing not children, and whose wigs hid a fine shaved head, who liked muck; uncompromising, unstinting, and he’d went ahead and liked her for it.

She’d never been liked before. Even Havelock had skipped over that, in favor of thinking her as a co-conspirator and valuable piece on his Thud board. (It was a compliment, of a kind, just not the kind that a romantic young girl looked for in the only male member of her set who didn’t bore her silly.)

Havelock is looking at her now, his left eyebrow raised just a hair higher than the right.

He would stop this, Sybil knows, if she asked. It is a kind of favor, from Havelock to Sybil, as good as a kiss even if it’s—too many years later, and in the absence of liking. (She knows Havelock likes her too, but it’s in his own cool and complicated way, on his own terms. Not hers. It’s frustrating in such a small way, she’s chosen to let it go. Let it ease away, and disappear, like the hope of being liked, being kissed.)

Sybil smiles slightly at Havelock, and the left eyebrow lowers, mollified.

“Sam!” Sybil interrupts sharply, and he finally falls silent, scowling. Sybil can feel Havelock looking at them both, a twist to his mouth that on another man, might have been called a smile.

“Commander Vimes,” Havelock says, steepling his fingers. “As tyrant of Ankh-Morpork, I have decreed it. To not obey such a decree would be treason.”

“I know,” Sam grits out, and oh, even Vetinari has to grace to look surprised when Sam takes out the crumpled leaflet from his pocket and slams it down on Havelock’s desk. “But why did I have to hear about my own damned wedding from a poster!”

For her part, Sybil had thought the announcement satisfactory; it listed all her names in the right order—thanks to Mr. Drumknott’s fact-checking, she was sure—and she quite liked the idea of a fall wedding. The notice itself was attractive enough, with a border of roses around the edge, and a minimum of spelling errors. But then…Willikins had brought her a placard with her morning tea, and she’d had the benefit of privacy to grapple with the news. Sam had found out when Nobby Nobbs turned up at Pseudopolis Yard just before lunch, clutching a tattered copy and asking if this meant Sam would be a lord.

That sort of nasty shock would prejudice a man towards a public decree announcing the marriage of Her Grace, Lady Sybil Deirdre Olgivanna Ramkin-Vimes, The Duchess of Ankh, to Captain Samuel Vimes of the Watch. Especially when he had not been informed himself.

“Most public decrees are always announced this way, Commander Vimes.”

“My life isn’t a public decree! You can’t order me to marry someone!”

“Commander Vimes, I’m sure you do not need a reminder of the definition of tyranny.” Vetinari’s left eyebrow is creeping up again, and Sybil bit back a sigh when she realized that the novelty was wearing off. “Or perhaps it is Lady Ramkin you object to.”

“Wha—no, of course it’s not Sybil, she’s—she’s—” Sam goes furiously silent, clearly torn between embarrassment and fury at being so caught out. Sybil, despite herself, finds this endearing as well.

“I’m just not the marrying kind,” Sam mumbles. “And certainly not…”

He says this softly, an apology, and she knows he means: nobility, first daughter of Ankh-Morpork, the cream. He does not mean: Sybil. She has to keep these things straight. Or else Sam could break her heart. (He could do that anyway, but she appreciates his tact.)

“Well then, what possible objection could you have?” Havelock says. His hands are folded together, but the knuckles have gone white. Sybil wishes she weren’t so exhausted by their back-and-forth, that she could properly appreicte the compliment each of them is doing her, in their own way. But she can feel the beginnings of a headache building at her temples.

She’s tired. Sybil Ramkin is liked and it’s unexpected, in its joy, but she doesn’t want to be a Thud piece between two men who theoretically like her. She’s Ankh-Morpork’s first daughter, no one relegates her to the very edge of this city’s narrative.

(She wonders if the stroppy heroines in her romance novels ever had to grapple with balancing the political and personal in quite this way---but then, The Cocky Uberwaldian Duke had decided its dragon-breeder heroine didn’t know that late summer was kindling for juvenile dragons. An oversight, but also one that had made Sybil snort and disapprovingly dog-ear the page for discussion with the other ladies in her circle.)

“Enough, both of you,” Sybil interrupts before Sam can let loose of what is obviously a string of curses only a particularly experienced watchman could know.

“Sam,” she says, turning to him first, because---she likes him as well, skinny and short and angry, always angry. Angry for the sake of something only he can see, a Justice, an Ankh-Morpork that she only catches sight of in the corner of her eye. She likes who she is with him, even more than him. (And she likes him quite a bit. Has, since he first introduced himself, and some animal, female instinct, long buried beneath knitting and refusal to hope, sat up straight and went, OH.)

"Do you want to marry me?” she asks, and tries not to blush at the question. “Apart from---the spectacle, should or not, do you...if we went down to the temple of Blind Io right now, and...would you marry me?”

It’s gratifying, how little time he takes to answer, “Yes.”

Sybil turns to Havelock. She still loves him, in an abstract sort of way. She suspects they will always understand one another in a way no one else will---the two misfits of Ankh society; the decidedly unlovely, unsilly heiress, and the assassin determined to supersede the gods. Sybil will always look at Havelock and think of that evening when Havelock snuck into her room with a bottle of Agatean wine and they stayed up until the early hours of the morning, talking about the future of Ankh-Morpork. (He’d been so far gone as to gesture with his hands as he spoke, it was extremely endearing.)

Sybil holds out a hand, and after a moment, Havelock takes it.

“Thank you,” she says, squeezing his fingers. He flinches, a little. but she has a point to make. “For your offer to underwite the ceremony.”

She will give him credit, Havelock blinks and then nods. “Of course.”

“And the reception where there would be food and drink and entertainment enough for all of Ankh-Morpork---as they have been invited through public decree to celebrate the joyous occasion,” Sybil continues, and Havelock’s expression doesn’t change except for the light flaring out in his eyes.

“Of course,” Havelock drawls, the faintest edge of poison in his voice.

“And then the honeymoon to Ephebe.”

Havelock looked pained, and it would be a lie to say Sybil did not take a certain amount of pleasure in it. “Djelibeybi,” he replies faintly. “There is---the matter of current alliances to considered. Ankh-Morpork is on very good terms with the Pharaoh Ptraci.”

“Done,” Sybil said, squeezing Havelock’s fingers again. When she sits back, Sam is staring at her in open incredulity. “You don’t mind seeing pyramids instead of the ruins, right?”

To his credit---his enduring credit, and also how much she likes him---Sam’s first instinct is to laugh.

#secifosseluce #discworld #adherents of the repeated meme

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ofallthegodsinalltherealms · 6 years ago

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What do you do when you begin working with a deity? Where do you go to deepen your relationship with them once you’ve established communication with them? A great place to start is to begin leaving offerings for them. Whether you’re a new pagan or experienced pagan, leaving offerings can be a great way to establish and to continue a relationship with a deity. Do your research. How did the worshipers of old honor them? What do modern followers commonly offer? What are common associations and correspondences with this deity?

Voluntary Acts of Service

I want to begin with acts of service because I think there are a lot of interesting and unique opportunities here to honor Anubis while also serving the community, many of them things that people may not think about.

Volunteer and/or donate at a local dog rescue shelter. Anubis holds all living things close to his heart, but canines are especially dear to him. Most local animal shelters will never turn down volunteers – they often are looking for people to walk the dogs, interact and socialize with them, clean their cages, and help with the distribution of medicine and feeding times.

If you can’t find the time to volunteer, consider donating to the shelter. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a shelter that didn’t need food, towels, newspapers, cat litter, or cleaning supplies. Even spending a few dollars to buy a bag of dog food can go a long way for dogs that desperately need care. Be sure to check with the shelter before donating to see what their needs are and what they accept. Sometimes they have specific needs.

You may even find shelters for rescued wolves and other canines. Near where I live in Indiana, there is a wolf facility (aptly named Wolf Park) dedicated to research and education related to these beautiful animals. They also welcome volunteers, though you may need special training before you can work with the animals in any capacity. Even if you don’t work directly with the animals, perhaps you can assist in the public education programs, or donate to their cause.

Perhaps working with animals isn’t your thing. That’s fine; don’t feel guilty about that. I spent a good amount of time in Anubis in the Darkness of Winter talking about Anubis’ role in medicine and healing. Hospitals and hospice facilities often accept volunteers to serve in a variety of roles. Nursing homes often welcome volunteers to socialize with residents.

Cemeteries

Being associated with the dead, it makes sense that one common association with Anubis is cemeteries and places of the dead. Cemeteries usually have caretakers, though the extent of the care may simply be to periodically cut the grass, depending on the size, location, and funding available.

Cleaning up trash and debris may be an option for voluntary service, though it would be best to check with the local government or institution in charge of the care of the cemetery to check whether or not it’s acceptable to do such a thing. Cleaning up a cemetery without permission may raise unwanted suspicion, even if it’s done with the best of intentions.

Leaving flowers on a stranger’s grave is a way to not only honor the memory of a dead person’s spirit, but also to give something in service to the Lord of the Dead, and you certainly don’t need permission to do so. Many people do things to honor strangers. Visit any local cemetery around any patriotic holiday, and you will often find people leaving flags and/or flowers at the grave of strangers. The same could be done in honor of Anubis with flowers, or even stopping for just a moment’s thought in honor of the deceased person, even someone you don’t know.

Creative Endeavors

Do you have a creative passion? Music, painting, sculpting, crafting, writing, drawing…these are all common artistic endeavors where many people have talents. Why not dedicate some of these to Anubis? Draw, paint, or sculpt something in his honor and put it on your altar, which I will talk about in the next section. I’ve seen some amazing artwork done dedicated to Anubis. Though I am not much of an artist myself, I still enjoy doodling and drawing in dedication to him.

Do you play any kind of music or sing? Dedicate a song to Anubis. It could be something you wrote yourself, or even a song you hear that reminds you of him.

Writing is one of the ways that I connect with Anubis. I write a lot. I do much better when I can sit down and really craft something into words the way that I want it. I keep a blog here, mostly about Anubis, but I also do a lot of personal writing that never gets published and is kept between me and Anubis. I know a lot of people who write stories and poems dedicated to their chosen deity.

Set up an Altar

Setting up an altar in your home is one of the most iconic ways to honor a deity. You should include some type of representation of Anubis, if you can. You can find many different statues of Anubis, ranging from small to large and in various colors and depictions. Many of them are inexpensive. A piece of artwork, even something hand-drawn yourself, would work well to include. There’s nothing that dictates it needs to be anything particular or something expensive. Make it meaningful and personal.

Add a couple of candles, in black and/or gold color (representing the light within the darkness). Not out of the broom closet? Find something such as a wolf, or even a dog, to include somewhere on a shelf. Perhaps add a candle to go along with it. It can be as simple and nonchalant as you wish.

There are many other things you can include on your altar, ranging from stones, incense, herbs, food and drink, or other signs and symbols. Dark stones and stones are commonly associated with Anubis, especially if they carry the properties of protection and transformation. Obsidian, smoky quartz, black onyx, labradorite, jet, and hematite are all common stones associated with Anubis.

Ritualistic Offerings

Another way to honor Anubis that may feel more traditional to some would be ritualistic offerings. Food, stones, incense, altars, and herbs are common things that come to mind for many.

Some of my favorite incense to burn in offering to Anubis include anything with a spiced, musky scent such as frankincense, sandalwood, myrrh, and cedarwood, though you may find other blends that work well. Some metaphysical stores even have a pre-made “Egyptian musk” blend, or using a similar name, that could be used in offering as well.

Food and drink were also common offerings to the gods and goddesses, the most common being beer and bread. It remains a common offering among modern Kemetic practitioners. There are some interesting myths involving this, including one involving the goddess Sekhmet (goddess of war and healing). Dark beers and ales as well as dark breads are common offerings to Anubis.

One of the symbols most commonly associated with Anubis are the ankh. The ankh looks similar to a cross with a loop at the top. The ankh was a hieroglyphic symbol that represented life, or the breath of life. The mortal life was seen as being just one piece of the journey of the soul, and the ankh represented not only that mortal life, but the afterlife as well.

Once you’ve established some regular things you can do in offering to Anubis, consider setting up a daily practice in honor of the Lord of the Night. There are lots of things that you can do to establish a daily practice. I will talk about some of these in a future article.

#anubis #anpu #yinepu #kemetic #kemetism #pagan #egyptian gods #egyptian pantheon #offerings #devotional #service #altar #egyptian

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robininthelabyrinth · 7 years ago

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Fic: Endless Nights (ao3 link)

Fandom: Flash, Legends of Tomorrow Pairing: Barry Allen/Mick Rory/Leonard Snart Series: Flashwave Week 2018 (Destiny Series)

Summary: Despite his nature as Destiny of the Endless, He Who Reads the Word That Is All Things, Len generally doesn't read ahead.

He likes to think that's why his siblings, the others of the Endless, like him: because he loves them, and he trusts them, and because of that he does not monitor them.

That's probably why he misses the moment where they all decide to conspire against him.

A/N: @flashwaveweek - Flashwave Week: OT3

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Despite his nature as Destiny of the Endless, He Who Reads the Word That Is All Things, Len generally doesn't read ahead.

Oh, his predecessor had - people thought the Endless were just that, the Endless, but then Morpheus had had a hissy fit and then they had Daniel and now everyone is aware that the Endless can be replaced, though for some reason they always seem to exempt Destiny and Death from that analysis - but Len's predecessor had been a boring old fart who thought he was the universe's gift to itself.

Predestination, really.

Ridiculous.

Just because you can doesn't mean you should. Or even want to, for that matter! It seems like existence would be hideously boring like that, never being surprised by anything, even if Len does have access to all the stories of all the world, excluding only the infinite multitude of stories that were stored in Daniel's Dreamworld.

No, Len prefers to keep himself at the present, or maybe a few pages ahead, and makes no secret of it; and in return he likes to think that his siblings appreciate him more than they had his stiff and formal predecessor.

(the seven Endless are always siblings, even if they are not always bound by such mortal things blood, and always in the same order: Destiny first, then Death, then Dream, Desire, Despair, Destruction, and finally Delight or Delirium, depending on her mood)

His siblings, too, are new. Daniel has been Dream the longest, thought by tradition Len remains the eldest, and although Daniel wears the thousand faces of the Dream King, he rather prefers to craft himself new forms and new lives and comes to Len's garden to beg for a Word to help slip him into the narrative of Destiny unnoticed.

His current favored form is a baby-faced inventor of a thousand enthusiasms called Francisco Ramon; the one before had been called Harrison Wells.

Len likes Daniel, or Cisco, or Harrison, or however he wishes to be called: he is kind when he can be, and fair when not, but more importantly he is old enough to have seen the changing of the fates.

He was there when Len, still then a mortal, gave his life in an explosion to undo a knot of time he'd found and found himself thrown into the prior Destiny's garden, a guest at his table and a prisoner. For all of his arrogance, for all his talk of predestination, of inescapable fate, the prior Destiny had feared that which sat at his table and sought to keep him, so as to forestall his own end: it didn't work, of course, and the prior Destiny should have known it wouldn't.

He really should have known: after all, Len hadn't even thought about stealing from Destiny until he'd been imprisoned, and even if he had, he wouldn't have chosen the book chained to his wrists if not for that intolerable insult.

In the most classic of ways, Destiny begat Destiny.

(all the world's oracles sighed in silent gratification, and slept dreamless and voiceless for once)

And when Len rose up, made anew - the book chained to his wrist now, his blind eyes unable to see anything but the Word, but that Word now his and his alone - he sensed Her come to take his predecessor by the hand to lead him into the dark.

Death.

The old Death, rather: she favored the look of a Goth, white makeup and black kohl and an ankh for eternity, he knows that by instinct and the memories of words already written. That same memory tells him that she smiled at him, kind.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you."

Those were the only words she ever said to him.

And Len, whose hands were on his Book, whose Destiny was in his own hands for the first time in his life, understood.

Destiny and Death are the closest of the Endless, and they alone must always be kin: for first there is the Word, and with the Word the Reader, and once there is the Reader (a Destiny) who lives, there must also be Death.

But for every Destiny, a different Death.

The mantle of Destiny can only be taken by a thief in the night, but Death, who loves everyone, can only be replaced by love.

(and Leonard Snart had a sister)

(correction: Leonard Snart has a sister)

Lisa Snart had a choice, of course, but if she hadn't been willing to make that choice, Len's Destiny would never have been.

Lisa Snart is a Death as unlike her own predecessor as Len fancies he is of his: a Death not of darkness, but of glowing gold, warm and bright and brilliant.

Lisa is, of course, Len's favorite sibling.

But very shortly behind her is Mick.

Len and Lisa were still clinging to each other in the Garden of Destiny, their new roles shaking them to their marrow, when Mick came to them, a smile on his face and a raging fire in his wake: himself quite new, having emerged only a short while before, if time can so be calculated for beings whose existence stretches across eons.

Mick was the one who showed them their next steps, not Daniel (kind Daniel, arrogant Daniel, Daniel who was lost in his realm of dreams), and for that alone Len would love him.

But Mick is so much more than merely Destruction: he is rebirth and revival, the will to keep going onwards, and more important than all of that besides, he is Len's best friend.

Destiny, Death, Dream, and Destruction: the eldest four out of the seven.

As is only appropriate (destined, one might say, and Len does, often, with glee), Len met the twins next.

Well, sort of. He has to endure the old versions for a while: Desire of the many forms and a subtle but ever-present malicious arrogance, Despair of the naked trudging sloth.

He likes the new versions much better.

They came together, as all twins do: the White and the Black, goodness and evil evenly distributed but different as particles of daylight.

Sara and Laurel, they were called, but it was easy enough to slip into calling Sara Desire and Laurel Despair. Sara, who wants everything with a never-sated hunger; Laurel with a smile pasted on over the empty yawning pit within her.

And when they were comfortable in their skins again (desire and despair both), Len called a family meeting.

He didn't particularly want to, but it was necessary.

They gathered, all of them, Daniel and Mick and Len and Lisa and Sara and Laurel, and they waited.

Delirium arrived late, laughing as she always did.

When she got to her seat at the table, she stopped.

She stared.

She looked around.

"Oh," she said. "I'm the only one left."

And with that, she popped out of existence.

"What," Mick said.

"Had to happen," Len said, apologetically.

"Excuse me," Lisa said, and scurried away from the table to do her duty.

"But we can't be without a Delirium," Laurel objected.

"Or a Delight," Sara purrs.

"There will be a replacement," Daniel said confidently. Then he hesitated. "Right?"

"Um," a meek new voice says from the doorway. "Is this the right place, right?"

Caitlin is a lovely Delight, and Frost is an equally lovely Delirium.

Nothing like the old one.

For one thing, they swapped between each other far more often, Delight acknowledging the presence of Delirium and Delirium allowing for the presence of Delight, and it worked for them.

Len's family.

He loves them, and he trusts them, and because of that he does not monitor them.

That's probably why he misses the moment where they all decide to conspire against him.

"You're in my bed," Len says. He doesn't need eyes to know where everything is within his Garden realm.

"I know," Mick says.

"I'm ace."

"I know."

"Why are you in my bed, then?"

"I know."

"That wasn't a question that can be answered by 'I know', Mick."

Mick grins. "I know."

"Mick."

Mick laughs and rises from the bed. "I wanted to get your attention. I've found him."

"Found - him?" Len ruffles through the pages, looking for backstory. "Oh, your newest lover. Barry, is it?"

"That's how he prefers to be called," Mick agrees. "Better than 'Speed Force'."

"I've never met the Speed Force," Len says. "He warps time and fate, doesn't he?"

"Like no one else," Mick says proudly. "That's why he's perfect for you and me."

"Perfect..?"

"Yeah - Destruction and Destiny! Perfect for the Speed Force, which is always bumbling around fucking up fate left and right."

"I mean, by reputation, yes, that seems accurate," Len says. "But - perfect for what?"

"To be ours," Mick says.

Len frowns. "Did I mention that I'm ace?"

"Several times," Mick agrees, entirely unperturbed.

"So..?"

"I'm not asking you to have sex with him," Mick says haughtily. "I'll handle that part, and very well, too, thank you very much. But he can't just be mine - you know what happens to my lovers."

Mick means well, he always means well, but he is Destruction, inescapable.

He leaves only ruin in his wake.

"And you think I can help with that?" Len asks skeptically. The Endless cannot step on each other's domains, not with ease, and although Len is the eldest and the strongest, it is not a contest he would willingly engage in. "Why?"

"Because I want someone I can keep," Mick says, "and you need someone who can change you. Besides, you're ace, yes, but you've never fully ruled out the possibility of romance."

"Well, yes, but -"

"Settled, then."

"It is not."

"I'll go tell him the good news."

"Mick, I haven't agreed -"

"You will. It's, you know, Destined or however that happens."

"And how would you know anything about that?! Mick -"

"See you!"

"Mick!"

"You'll like him," Sara says confidently.

Len points a finger at her - not his dangerous pointer finger, the one he uses to read, but the finger right beside it, so as better to convey the fullness of his feelings on the subject. "Desire, you will not."

"I won't!" Sara says, playing at injured. "But you will, you know. Like him, that is."

"Desire..."

"I'm not meddling. You'd know at once if I was meddling and be able to resist it-"

The privilege of being the eldest.

Len appreciates it more each day.

"-but that doesn't mean I don't know things. I am Desire, after all, and you being ace doesn't mean you escape my grasp, thank you very much, even if you get it in a different way."

"I know you are, and I know that fact," Len says patiently. "I'm not questioning your competency in your field, that's for sure. Though I am questioning what you're doing here, in my Garden, instead of out - doing whatever it is you do."

He knows what she does. He knows what everybody does.

That's not the point, and Sara knows it.

Sara laughs. The sound makes Len crave...

Garlic breadsticks?

"Desire," he says sternly. "No meddling."

"It's just my sparkling personality! But seriously, what did you want just then? You always have the weirdest reactions - I think it's because you're one of the Endless. It never works right on Lisa, either."

"I don't need to think about you and Lisa, Desire."

"Lisa's my favorite sibling," Sara says wistfully. "Well, she’s everyone’s favorite, right alongside Delight-Delirium, but still, I like to think we have a real bond. We both have to serve the whole world."

"Still don't need to think about you and Lisa, Desire."

"Oh, come on, isn't it all in that book of yours?"

"In excruciating detail, yes. Go away."

"Awww, but Lenny -"

"You are not Lisa."

"Fine. Len. Just listen -"

"Still no. Go away."

"Ugh, fine. But I'm telling you, you will like him!"

"This is going to be so much fun!" Frost chants. She's taught herself to make ice bridges, created seemingly out of the air, to carry her around him in dizzying circles; he can feel the chill of them.

Len carefully makes sure that she doesn't touch any of his pages. They don't need another Dancing Plague anytime soon.

"You're going to be happy," Caitlin whispers in his ear, smiling. She's in a good mood. "Oh, Len..."

"I don't know how Mick has gotten you in on this," Len says crossly, "but I won't have it."

"You need to lighten up," Frost cackles.

Len gives in to the force of Frost's personality and lets himself be floated up to the ceiling, waiting patiently until Frost gets bored and lets him down again.

"You could just look ahead, you know," she says, pouting at him. "Your book has it down already - and you'd know if it was or wasn't so."

"I don't want to spoil the surprise."

"So you know there is a surprise! You're just holding out in anticipation!"

Len opens his mouth to object, because it won't be a surprise if there's no risk of the surprise being a bad one, then remembers that it's utterly pointless to argue with Frost, and rarely much more productive to argue with Caitlin, either.

"Go away," he says.

She - whichever one of her it is - smiles and flounces away.

Len waits until he can no longer feel her presence.

He glances at the Book that he always holds. He knows exactly where he would need to flip to, if he wanted to look...

No. That pathway leads to boredom and being predictable.

Len's always preferred free will.

He'll wait and see.

Laurel walks into his Garden.

"No," Len says. "Absolutely not."

She shrugs, and walks back out.

Fair enough.

Destiny does not sleep, strictly speaking, but Len occasionally indulges in a little shut-eye just for fun.

He is, in this instance, utterly unsurprised to find himself in his brother's smiling company.

He's wearing the Cisco face again, though the green stone shining from where it hangs from his neck is a clear giveaway.

"Let me guess," Len says dryly. "This Barry guy's great, I'll love him, I should just give in now and accept a polyamorous relationship with him and Mick?"

"Would you really accept Mick having any relationship - a serious relationship, not one of his flings - where you weren't involved?" Cisco asks in reply.

Len frowns.

"That isn't the point," he temporizes.

"It kinda is, man," Cisco says. "You and Mick, you're practically joined at the hip - it's throwing everyone into a frenzy, you know."

"A frenzy?"

"Destiny and Death? Classic combo. It's nice and traditional, you two having your own little thing and the rest of us trying to catch up - or, usually, looking to me, which never goes well for anyone." He shrugs unselfconsciously. No one is more aware of Dream's failings than the he who replaced Morpheus. "Destiny and Destruction being close, though? That's a whole new ballgame. People are talking end times."

"People are always talking end times," Len says dismissively, then adds, not without some real irritation, "And why does everyone always forget that Mick stands for positive destruction as well? Sometimes you can't make progress unless you tear down what's been built up before - the Roman Senate, the ancien regime, slavery, institutionalized bigotry -"

Cisco holds up his hands. "Don't get me wrong, big bro, I totally agree with you. Besides, if you ever let more people into your Garden -"

Over Len's immortal dead body.

"- then they'd realize what it really means, Destiny and Destruction being close, and then they'd freak out even more."

"What it really means?"

"We're the Endless," Cisco says. "Who we are and what we are and what the universe itself is, that's all so bound up together that there's no one without the other. You and Mick, being friends - it has an impact. On you, on him, on the universe."

Len arches his eyebrows. This isn't exactly news.

"Free will," Cisco says with a relish. "That's what it means. You're the most radical pro-free will Destiny in - well, probably since the beginning. The real beginning. And when all those gods and all those systems and all those institutions realize that you're not going to be holding the flood of change back? That far from sitting in your Garden reading people into their nice predictable river pathways, you're going to tear open the dam of fate itself and let everyone face the consequences of their own decisions? When they figure out that the Book of Destiny itself is being Read by a freaking anarchist? Yeah. Total panic."

Len can't help but smile, just a little, denying exactly none of it.

"That's why this Barry guy's gonna be good for you," Cisco adds. "He'll make things even more chaotic, bending reality and time itself back and forth, and he won't stand for anything getting in his way: no force, no injustice, nothing."

That...actually did sound rather appealing, damnit.

"He'll fit in just right with Mick," Cisco says thoughtfully. "All that destruction. But he's the Speed Force - he was made for more than just destruction. He was made to change things, permanently, to birth an age of heroes and stories like no other -"

"Suddenly I see where your interest in this comes from."

"Okay, fine, you caught me. The dreams we'd get if we lived in a world of walking legends...it'd be amazing. But that doesn't change the fact that both Barry and Mick need you to do more than just tear things down. Barry needs you to make his changes permanent."

"I can do that without dating him," Len points out. "Him or Mick. Besides, Mick's my brother."

"You've always been closer than brothers and you know it," Cisco objects. "Listen, just - think about it, yeah? This Barry guy, he's good. He's your type of good. You'll like him. And what it'll do for the universe -"

"I don't make decisions on behalf of the universe, Daniel," Len says. No one knows the perils of arrogance more than Morpheus’ successor, but sometimes he forgets. "Not more than I have to. That's the point of free will. Now let me wake up."

Cisco's face shimmers and stretches into Daniel's pale white features, features that Len can even imagine that he can see if he tries hard enough, and even in Len's imagining Daniel looks disappointed. "If you're sure. I could let you linger in Dreamworld longer, if you like - maybe show you the newest bit of L-space we've discovered in the Library - the Librarian is an ape -"

"No."

Daniel sighs. "As you wish, brother."

Len woke up.

He's reading a football match into existence - a good one, hard fought and well-played, the ball constantly in motion on feet and heads, classic match-up, twenty-two men chase a ball for ninety minutes and then Germany wins as the old joke goes - when Lisa walks in, high heels and golden glow.

Len finishes the match - it'd be a pity to leave it in suspense - and then looks up at his baby sister, who has become Death, destroyer of worlds.

Quite literally, in her case.

He smiles at her.

(He wishes sometimes that he could see her face once more.)

"Barry Allen," she says, not bothering with subtleties.

"Not you too!" Len exclaims.

"Mick thinks you've decided against him," she says. "It makes him sad, like you don't trust him."

"I'd trust him with my Book," Len says honestly, and the most terrifying part of that is that it's true, especially knowing what Len knows of Mick's nature.

"Then go meet this lover."

"He doesn't just want me to meet him."

Lisa studies him. "Why are you so resistant to this?" she asks. "You've always loved Mick. This Barry will only add to that love, not take it away."

"I know. But -"

"Are you just being stubborn, or are you actually afraid?"

Len hesitates.

"He won't take Mick away from you," Lisa adds, quiet. "And you know it: if you were really afraid, you would've read ahead to confirm. But you believe in free will, and you want Mick to choose freely, even if that choice isn't you."

Len presses his lips together.

"Mick's in love with this Barry," he says, after a few long moments of silence. He had glanced ahead far enough to see that.

"Yes," Lisa says. "And if you stop being an idiot, so will you, and he'll love you both back. Now go and meet him already!"

Any of the others he would have told to fuck off - and has.

But not his Lise.

"Fine," he says, surrendering. "I'll meet him."

Barry Allen, the Speed Force, is everything they all said and more.

Mick loves him.

Len loves him, too.

(Damn them all for being right.)

They're going to change everything.

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Yugioh S1 Ep 40 PART 1/2: So Much Random Stuff Happens That It Requires Two Parts

Most of the time, Yugioh’s plot is delivered in nice, bizarre, bite-sized segments, offset by duels that I skip. But then, in this episode they decided “Hey, we should drop some plot. Like a lot of REALLY WACKY plot.”

And thus we have an episode with over 80 caps. So, this’ll be a two-parter! The other part will show up later. Like...when we finish it.

Also, despite the fact that this is probably one of the more important episodes of the season, it has quite some damage on the recording on Netflix. You’ll see that it isn’t really cropped right on the sides, and in some parts it’s got motion blur I couldn’t avoid. One day, Yugioh will get it’s Sailor Moon remaster, but this is not the day. Also, if they redubbed Yugioh, it would be an absolute tragedy, but that’s a different story.

TL;DR Forgive the massive amount of text in the upcoming recaps. There’s just so much they did and I uh...didn’t want this to end up being over 100 caps this episode alone.

So, lets get into it: The Yugi crew is looking for Pegasus.

For some reason, Tea suddenly remembers what went down the night before and decides “I bet Pegasus is hiding in that spooky tower we don’t actually know how to get into because we climbed it with a grappling hook.”

(Sometimes I get used to Yugi’s eyeliner and then they throw a shot like this at me and it’s like DAMN, Yugi, when did you have time to apply that stiletto heel to your face? Like most of the time I’m just put off by the awful hair and then the rest of the time I’m just really jealous of this emo boy’s wings.)

With that they suddenly remembered...the other stuff.

(read more under the cut)

I like how Joey is just so incredibly fed up with magic at this point. Out of all of them, he seems to hate magic the very most although his best friend is a walking dark magic portal. Joey is just completely done, but unfortunately for Joey it turns out all the magic up to this point hasn’t even remotely been the amount of magic that this show is going to throw at us, because this entire episode is a bunch of wizards just screwing with each other.

I’ve mentioned before that it feels like the power players of Yugioh are kinda like Greek Gods where they just really can’t be bothered about 95% of the time--but when they are FINALLY bothered enough to move their own ass, they just kinda sweep the floor clean and leave me utterly baffled.

Anyways, Pegasus actually is in the spooky tower, to my disbelief, at this non-euclidean desk that doesn’t seem to exist in time and space.

And then Kaiba wakes up in a cabbage-patch lookin jail cell. I would love to see more of his reaction to that but alas, this episode is not about Seto Kaiba.

Pegasus decided to make good on his word, mostly because Yugi is a cursed Pharaoh and he doesn’t want to see what happens if he doesn’t make his end of the bargain. To be quite honest, getting your mind scrambled would have probably been better than what did eventually happen to him in this episode.

Seriously, did this guy ever sell a painting that wasn’t a card? His portfolio would just be one person. And they do say that you shouldn’t make your portfolio too many styles but, damn, you can’t just do one person, unless your going to work for one specific type of video game, in which case sure just draw that one space punk chick over and over it seems to work for you.

Bakura decides to show up, and he’s very Bakura about it, introducing a new Bakura mechanic that I didn’t at all predict would ever be a thing.

Bless this storyboarder.

After showing off his weird tarot ability for no other good reason than to mess with Pegasus for a little bit, he decides to make me regret ever saying this necklace looked like it has five dicks.

I am so sorry, I had no idea! I had no idea it would be shooting lasers! What the hell, show?? What genre am I even watching anymore??

Also this whole concept that at any point these items can just shoot anime lasers and start a...whatever this trope is called, is so bizarre to me. They CAN do this...but they prefer to use cards.

They CAN do this, at any point, but they prefer to trap the souls of you and your friends in a card so you must play even more cards.

Or they can shoot you with a laser and solve their problems that way.

But why would they? They can like...play cards and do tarot and read minds and make card monsters real so who would ever want to shoot freakin lasers!

I do appreciate that Pegasus’ laser is pink like the salmon I chose for his font.

My bro argues that Pegasus probably sees just fine with the golden eyeball, but I feel like it can’t be the same, like a Spike Spiegal situation. It’s not like they ever tell us, anyway.

Him being alive for centuries is just never brought up for the rest of the episode. It comes up here and then Bakura’s like “Woopsie! Change the subject!”

Kid’s show!

As a kid an episode of the Rugrats freaked me the hell out--you know the one where Reptar becomes alive? I couldn’t take that one, it was terrifying. So maybe I’m not one to judge, because I was not a normal kid when it came to anxiety (in fact a legit phobia of dogs gave me pretty severe panic attacks on a weekly basis) but, it seems like Yugioh is a lot like brother’s Grimm because they are SO READY to cut off body parts, revive corpses, and overall gross me out, just to make a point.

Is it necessary? Eh.

But is it bizarre body horror we can stuff in this kid’s story? YES LETS DO IT.

With the way they set this up it looked as if they were just going to have them show up in the nick of time or something, but instead the show was like “lol, these kids? You’re kidding, right?”

He’s literally missing an eye and Croquet’s exact line was something like “he’s fallen ill.”

Also, I’m glad we got a cameo from Double-Spike Mohawk Mullet Man in this episode, giving Pegasus a fireman carry like a trooper.

So, because they can’t not, and because Pegasus’ security is only effective at random times of the day (they must have a lot of smoke breaks or something) the four decide to raid Pegasus’ bedroom. Why would you ever want to do this to the guy who was ritually sacrificing people the night before!?

Joey’s weird crushes on blondes that are...not in High School. Joey. Stop this. You are a child.

Anyways, Tea goes straight for the juicy stuff, because if there’s anything in this world that I would never ever want to read is a grown man’s journal filled with all his unfiltered thoughts.

Then we’re welcomed into a Pegasus Flashback, because why not make a tragic past even more tragic? Anyways, it’s OK because anime food lives here.

Bro called them gravity melons. I want to point out the party cups drawn from the side sitting on the round table we see from the top. Love it. Also realllllly love that guy with the mustache and glasses in the bottom right corner. There’s some good stuff here in this vaguely 80′s flashback.

Anyway, she totally dies. The flashback goes through things we’ve been over before--they get married, she gets sick, she turns into a rose and then becomes a grave in a really poorly kept graveyard.

And so Pegasus turns to religion. Yes, you read that right, He decides, he wants to find a religion that will explain afterlife to him, and he’s like I might as well start with the oldest and work up, so he goes to Egypt.

Uh...OK. I mean if you’re just looking for a religion with an afterlife you could have chosen...almost any of them. You could have stayed in America and like gone to...anywhere but, the guy was like “Mummies, youknow?” and went to Egypt although Cecelia is already dead and buried so it’s not like he can do the mummy trick to her now. It’s a little LATE?

My brother and I were so entranced by this bizarre hat, that we wanted to see if it’s ever been made real. AND IT HAS.

MARVEL AT IT:

IT IS VERY EXPENSIVE.

LOOK AT THAT DUMB HAT!

We checked Amazon for cheaper listings, but only found trucker hats with the Square Mason symbol on it, and Illuminati trucker hats like this one.

My brother wrote this note to them. I hope they read it and take it to heart.

Anyways, our newly found joy, held aloft by the discovery of perfect square brimmed hats was quickly sullied.

His hat is a transformer. But a round to square kind.

So in walks this guy. His name is Shadi. I’m telling you that right now because I want you to pay attention to how long it takes before we find out his name is Shadi. He is going to tell us his name at some point, and it’s very weird when it happens.

Pegasus doesn’t seem to realize it is not at all normal for a guy in modern Egypt to be walking around with this massive ankh on his chest (eh...you can’t see it in these pictures, but there’s a HUGE ankh just hanging around his neck) with earrings and pharaoh makeup. Pegasus is just that type of sheltered American. He’s like...well you look like someone from a movie so it must be legit. And that is how Pegasus decides to follow a guy who is clearly an ancient spooky wizard into an ancient death dungeon crypt.

I feel like Pegasus could have easily avoided this whole situation he got himself into.

Shadi has a whole speech about how the eyeball has a lot of power, and that he’s got to protect it all yada yada--but at the same time Shadi is like “BUT I gotta make sure some people use it so a lot of terrible things happen. You’d think I’d just...leave this stuff in this crypt so it’ll never be a problem and the world will never be cursed with terrible dark magic that was sealed away for thousands of years, but...I’m gonna make it happen anyway...and it’s not my fault...”

How many times has Shadi done this? It’s suggested that Pegasus is not the first.

It’s pretty gross, and while it’s done in shadow (which was a nice visual allusion to Shadow Magic), it’s still pretty gruesome for a kids show. To happen twice in one episode of this kid’s show, haha.

She calls him by his full name “Maxamillion” which made me realize he’s probably never shortened his name to “Max” in his entire life.

I’m glad Pegasus making out with a ghost happened on screen. This is now the most romance we’ve seen in all of Yugioh. Good.

So did Pegasus actually write the part where he made out with a vision, though?

I’m curious about how that process works. But, I don’t think we’ll ever find out.

Anyways, next time, on this very same episode of Yugioh:

Will Bakura stick this eyeball in he own eye or will he back out last minute and just hang it from his necklace and pretend it was there the whole time? Will Tea next read Pegasus’ food diary only to discover, in horror, that he drank upwards 60 liters of grape juice and far exceeded his daily calorie intake? Will security even realize these children have been snooping in all of Pegasus’ personal stuff for the past 30 minutes?

#Yugioh #yugioh recap #photo recap #s1 ep40 #tea gardner #yugi muto #tristan taylor #bakura #joey gardner #maxamillian pegasus #pegasus #cecelia #some weird psychic fight #with lasers #and then someones eye gets replaced on screen #square brimmed hat

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