#artemis l. // speaks

[ssvperboy]

@batshtmuses (artemis lovejoy & daniel mercer) based on this, kind of 😅

She had never felt so comfortable with anyone before, and sure, it was weird because how was it that he could offer her enough comfort to be silly in public and find ways to make him look better in the eyes of the media? Artemis wasn't any kind of public relations person—she was a normal person, she was used to doing and saying normal people things but if they could somehow make Daniel look better? That was a plus—she thought he was a stand up guy and she was happy others were seeing it too. "I just—" She sighs as she speaks, "I don't want them to look at you like some kind of monster, you know? Because you're not. And I can't keep letting them paint you that way." She licks her lips, biting her bottom one soon after. "But, I'm sorry if I overstepped. Maybe I shouldn't have talked to them? Shouldn't have told them all of your deepest, darkest secrets?" There's a hint of a smile on her face, playful and hopeful that Daniel isn't upset with her having talked to the paparazzi.

[sweetwolfcupcake]

Wildflower

The Secret Garden

Category: Short Series

John Wick X Reader

Warning: None.

Notes: John is relatively younger in this fic-- late thirties to early forties.

The gif is not mine. Credits to the original creator (Sorry, I don't remember where I downloaded it from)

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Wildflower 02

The place was high-end. There was no doubt about that. The building was surrounded by black, sleek cars, carpeted in red from the entrance to the reception desk, where stood a suited man. 

“Good evening, welcome to The Continental, how may I help you?” He smiled.

Detached but polite. Perhaps typical of any high-end place.

(Y/N) licked her lips, feeling her palms dampening.

“Uh, Mr Winston--where can I find him?”

“Do you have any appointment, Miss…?”

“(L/N). (Y/N)(L/N).”

“Miss (L/N). I am afraid that without a proper appointment or any relation with our business, I cannot let you meet anyone here.”

No, this was not going to happen. She needed to meet Mr Winston.

“This is very important. I am searching for Artemis.”

The man behind the counter stilled, assessing her.

Keeping his eyes on her, he picked up a vintage-looking telephone and dialed a number.

“Someone wishes to see Miss Artemis...No--okay.” He put the phone back “The manager will see you now.”

With that, he gestured to one of the guards standing by the door leading further inside the hotel. She looked at him, confused at the lack of information. But he nodded in assurance and she was desperate.

The towering man led her through seemingly unending hallways, lit in greens, blues, and goldens. Every corner screamed opulence, and every doorway appeared to hold an allure. Yet, perhaps it was only because she was slightly nervous, something about this building felt—

“Here he is, Miss.” 

The man led her to a courtyard that belonged to royalty. Shapely trees, shrubs and perfectly trimmed carpets of grass around the stone pathways. In front of a grand fountain, was a round table with two chairs, both occupied.

“Welcome to the Continental. I am the manager.”

The shorter and older of the two rose from his seat and approached her with a smile. Out of all the people she had seen in and around the building, he seemed the most welcoming to her.

“I am here for Mr Winston?” She tried again. Hoping that the man would be more helpful than the receptionist.

“Please have a seat Miss. You can meet him once you’ve discussed your business.”

While it was not what she wanted, she was desperate. Only the mysterious man named Winston could help her. And the hotel was the only address she had of him. So she followed the manager silently to the table, where a man dressed in black sat, along with an extra chair she had failed to notice before. Or perhaps it was placed there while she was speaking with the manager?

She smiled at the other man out of courtesy but he only nodded, eyes still on her. Reading her, analysing her. But she did not have more than a moment to spare the mysterious stranger. 

Turning to the manager, she took a seat.

“Actually, I got this name and address from…Here.” Fishing out a worn-out card from her jacket’s pocket, she gave it to him.

“You know Artemis?” He looked up from the card.

“Her real name was (Name). My mother. All I know is that she had another name, and the only person who can help me find her is Mr Winston. I need to meet Mr Winston, Sir. Please tell me where to find him.”

“How do you know that?”

She almost flinched at the low, gruff voice. The other man broke his silence. His dark eyes were set on her when she turned to him. She took him in for the first time. With ebony hair brushed back, a pair of deep brown eyes that gave away nothing other than the fact that he was observing, the man held her gaze with his piercing one. Shapely bread complemented his handsome face, somehow enhancing the enigmatic aura he possessed.

“Through the letter she left me.” From her bag, she produced a letter. Her last connection to her mother before she left her. “She had told me about this pseudonym, Artemis. I don’t know why she needed a pseudonym, all I need is to find her.” She handed it to the manager.

“This letter is eight years old.” He commented as soon as he began reading it.

“I received it a few months ago."

"And may I ask why it took you so long to receive a letter from your mother?" The manager pressed.

It was...hidden away.” She admitted, but did not wish to delve further.

 If anyone deserved to know the whole story, it was Winston– the man her mother trusted. So she would trust him too. 

“Do you know what your mother did for a living?”

She frowned. Her mother, as long as she remembered before she just…left, was a homemaker.

“She was a homemaker when she left. She left this letter when…” She licked her lips. “When she left us eight years ago. I found this letter recently.”

The manager looked up from the letter, meeting her eyes with a contemplative stare. It was the silence that bothered her more than his question, or the overall environment of the hotel.

“Child, unfortunately, you are too late…Your mother is no more.”

“Wh–how can you tell me I want to meet Winston—”

“I am Winston, child, and your mother, I’m afraid, is no more.”

Surprisingly, no ground was snatched from beneath her feet. But there was a numbness spreading, gripping her– her thoughts, her mind, her reality and  it—

“I will see you later, Winston.”

The other man cleared his throat and rose from his seat. There was no sign of smile, or any greeting–only a brief glance at her before he walked away in silence. While she sat there– mind sprinting from one end to another. 

Winston sighed. 

“I’m sorry…for your mother. I can tell you where she was buried.”

“How? H–how and why?”

Mr Winston signed and returned her the letter.

“The less you know, the better it is. Some questions do not have the answers you need, or expect.”

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It had been so long, she had, at the back of her mind, had already assumed the worst. Eight years of no contact, and only being simply told that her mother ‘left’ her and her entire family and she had grown to resent that woman. But when she discovered her mother’s last letter to her, previously hidden away by her father, everything changed– her perception, her approach to the disappearance of her mother–everything.

He was an excellent father, but ever since her mother left, he did not tolerate even the mention of her in the house. (Y/N) had found the letter carefully hidden away among his medical files. When she questioned him, he gave no proper answer and she was left with no choice but to make preparations to get to New York. Like taking up a job there. 

It was all too confusing for her. She needed answers, and her mother, in the letter, only mentioned Winston. The man who had, in turn, refused to give her the answers that brought her to him. If not him, then who would give her the answers she so desperately sought?

“We are here, Miss.”

The driver declared as the car slowed. Mr Winston insisted that she travelled with the vehicle provided by him. She was thankful for his assistance. It had been barely a week since she had landed in New York and she knew nothing of the streets there.

The cemetery was nestled in the quieter end of the city. The driver opened the door for her and she thanked him. As soon as she was out of the car, he walked up to the guard sitting by the gates of the cemetery and showed him a card, whispering something to the watchman, who nodded and opened the cemetery gates.

“I will wait here Miss, please take your time. That man will lead you.”

He offered her a polite smile on returning to her, but all she could do was nod. The watchman led her inside the sprawling cemetery– well-kept and littered with varying graves, from grand to plain, and even unnamed. The man led her to a simple and unassuming grave that had her mother’s name on the headstone and the year of her death. Three years. Her mother had passed away three years ago.

She was three years too late.

It felt unreal.

All her months' planning, all her hopes, her confusion, her resentment, her love, everything fizzing into a cold climax. 

Her mother was dead, buried and forgotten.

(Y/N) stood there–stared at the gravestone for…she was not counting. She just stood there. No tears, no anger, no bitterness. Nothing. There was just this cold void. A void that demanded answers.

Yet, she was unaware of the driver standing a few feet away from her–hiding behind the cluster of trees, gun in hand. Picking his phone, he pressed a button and put the device close to his ear, all the while keeping his eyes rooted on her unassuming form.

“All clear Sir, she really is the daughter.”

And put his phone away.

When she returned to the gates, the driver was waiting dutifully by the car. 

“Please take me back to the continental.”

“Are you sure Miss?”

“(Y/N). Please call me (Y/N) and yes, I’m sure. I need to get there. Please.”

“As you wish (Y/N).” He responded, opening the passenger door for her.

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Under the night sky, when the city was lit up, the hotel glowed like any other unassuming lamp on a posh street. But within, it was bustling. It was all glitz and glamour–easy to get lost. But she had no business there other than her mother. 

It was the same man at the reception. His eyebrows raised at recognition as he watched her rushing towards the desk.

“I would like to see the manager please.”

This time, there were no other formalities needed. One of the men led her to the basement— a pub with its own jazz band. Lit up in greens and reds, it was filled with people drinking, chatting, moving around– mostly dressed in darker shades.

Winston was seated at a lit–up corner, a point which allowed him unrestricted view of the entrance. He raised his drink in greeting as she approached him.

“Hello again, little miss.”

“I need answers Sir, and only you give me the answers.” She was desperate– uneasy, uncertain and lost.

“Have a seat first, and tell me why do you think I can give you the answers you seek?” He offered her, all in poise and grace.

She sat down reluctantly– only then noticing the same man she had seen earlier. His unreadable eyes were already on her. He had been unmoving and silent, almost merging into the shadows. He had been just silently observing her for so long?

“Hello again.” She tested.

He only nodded before finally moving his eyes away and focusing on his drink.

“Would you like something to drink? It's on the house.” Winston offered.

“No, I’m good.”

“It’s rude to refuse, young lady.” He corrected her gently.

“Sorry…” she gathered herself  “Sure, anything you offer.”

“Very well.” Winston smiled slowly before instructing one of the waiters to bring a drink she did not even bother to remember.  He looked at her when the waiter was gone “Now tell me, what answers do you want?”

She sighed. That was the point. She did not even know where to begin from. “I have no answers…to anything. Why she left, why she has a pseudonym, what connection does she have with you, or the cemetery? How did she…” 

How did she die?

She looked down at her hands, fiddling with the bracelet she wore— a gift by her mother on her sixteenth birthday.

The glass table clicked when he put his drink down and leaned in “Child, listen to me carefully.”

She looked up, focusing on him, nothing but him and his words as he continued.

“There are some questions that are better left unanswered. You try even peering into this river, you will see nothing but an unending abyss. And you get nothing out of it but darkness.”

She sat there, taking in his cryptic words.

“That is my answer to you, child. Your mother was a good woman and loved you very much and it was her last wish to keep you safe. Won’t you honour her?”

“I have…no closure then?” Her eyes turned glassy.

“Let me ask you a question...Do you know the Boogeyman?”

She frowned, confused at the sudden, seemingly irrelevant question. She turned to look around, confused. The man beside her had his impenetrable gaze set on her already. Even if Winston asked the question, it was Winston and that man waiting for the answer.

Winston raised an eyebrow “Do you?”

She frowned and tilted her head slightly. “What is the Boogeyman?”

Winston’s eyes stayed on her as he sipped his drink.

“Sometimes, it is better to not have any closure. Sometimes, the book is better shut tight and thrown away.”

“But why?” 

She did not understand. Why could not she have an answer? Was she to live in the dark all her life? Just wondering? How could she possibly make peace with that?

“Because…” The man on the side spoke up– deep but slow, as if weighing his words before he spoke, or perhaps thinking too much. “Because you are at the wrong place. A place you shouldn’t be.”

In his black clothing, he appeared with the shadows behind him. There was something raw but deep in his stare– a kind of instinct even billions of years of evolution could not suppress– something primal. His stare was enigmatic– not in a usual seductive way,no. But in the way that it somehow reminded her of baser human tendencies.

She gulped.

“He is John.” Winston broke her out of her thoughts. She turned to him, breaking her gaze away from the man.

“John Wick.” The man added, offering a handshake.

“(Y/N) (L/N)” She replied, accepting the handshake.

“(Y/N)...I knew you would return so…” Winston produced a ring from his pocket. Her mother’s wedding ring. “Maybe this was why she wanted you to come here. To tell you that she loved you, and your father. This is the only closure you should have.”

She blinked her tears away while taking the ring. She sat there in silence for a moment, staring at the ring, before finally putting it in her pocket.

“Thank you, Winston.” She managed to whisper out, but her voice cracked at the end.

“Goodbye, child.” He responded with a sombre stare.

Nodding, she made her way out of the place. A place so grand, yet so mysterious that suddenly seemed suffocating to her, oblivious to the burning stare that followed her until she was out of sight.

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The one-shot has been sitting in my doc, collecting dust. Wrote as a self--indulgent experient...So, enjoy if you want to.

Also to the Anon who sent me a beautiful request, I'm working on it, just struggling to come up with a proper timeline. Please dm me if possible so we can discuss it.

[sirfrogsworth]

Today in, "Conservatives keep making me side with Disney"...

So, Gina Carano is suing Disney. And Elon Musk is paying for her lawyers. And they released the complaint document.

It's... a doozy.

I can't decide if her lawyers are not taking this seriously at all or if they are taking it super duper extra seriously.

Like, that's a real thing that a lawyer wrote.

As you know, judges are famous for enjoying levity in official court documents. I think in law school you are encouraged to add comedy bits. True facts.

Gina wants money for emotional damages. But she also wants to be rehired, which sounds like another funny comedy bit. They scrapped an entire show because of her nonsense.

Most are saying this will get thrown out with haste due to the fact that Gina wasn't actually fired. She had already done her contracted work. Disney decided not to hire her for any *new* work. So I guess she wants them to honor an imaginary contract that was in her head.

The entire document is just as ridiculous as the opening crawl. It starts out by listing Gina's show biz bona fides. Her myriad accomplishments in Hollywood were listed one by one in a section titled...

Well, I'm intrigued.

Let's take a look at this illustrious career, according to this document.

"Carano is the first-ever female star in mixed martial arts cage fighting to successfully transition to a career in movies, breaking down substantial barriers for women in the sport."

Off to an interesting start.

All the cage fighting gals can act in movies now and they all have Gina to thank for barrier busting.

"Carano received roles in Hollywood and independent film productions such as Haywire, Fast & Furious 6, Heist, Deadpool, Almost Human, Extraction, Daughter of the Wolf, and Madness in the Method."

I've heard of several of those things! And I think I almost remember her in Deadpool! Very impressive.

Oh wait, they're not done...

"On May 13, 2008, “Gina Carano” was the fastest rising search on Google and third most searched person on Yahoo! while being ranked no. 5 on Yahoo!’s “Top Ten Influential Women of 2008” list."

In 2008 she was popular on Yahoo for a bit. Got it.

Has she won any awards?

"In 2012, Carano was the first recipient of the ActionFest Film Festival’s Chuck Norris Award for Best Female Action Star.

In 2017, Carano received the Artemis Action Warrior Award.

In 2019, Carano received The Rising Star award at Ischia Film Festival."

Very prestigious. I'm sure Chuck Norris has a lovely basement where that ceremony was almost certainly held.

You know what, why don't we just skip to The Mandalorian?

"Although her character instantly became one of the most recognized and popular characters in the series..."

Gina, no... that was the little green puppet.

You were the one who couldn't act very well but you made up for it by punching things good.

"Carano was again instrumental in the success of Season 2 of The Mandalorian."

Nope, still the puppet.

End of "accomplishments."

The next section is titled

For some reason they left out "bigoted" before speech. Weird.

In most of it, it legit sounds like they are making a case *against* her. They show that everyone at Disney and Lucasfilm tried very hard to give her chance after chance. They did everything but point blank tell her, "Either learn and relieve yourself of this ignorance or stop posting shit online."

She totally had the option to keep her shitty views to herself and shut the heck up for the duration and enjoy the money and success a Star Wars show can bring. It's like swatting away a lottery ticket.

I'm all for free speech. And if the government tried to arrest her for saying dumb shit, I'd be against that. But that freedom to speak does not mean there are never consequences. People are also free to not like what you have to say.

The entire last section of the document is just tweets that Gina screencapped. Like, her lawyers didn't even redo them so they had consistent formatting or pixel dimensions. They were literally just off Gina's phone.

She thought she was collecting receipts but it was mostly just her co-stars standing up for marginalized groups.

Based Pedro Pascal posted this...

And the document commented...

"Pascal was not disciplined, required to review documentaries on any of these topics or speak to individuals with contrary points of view, or pressured to apologize for any of his posts. His employment was not terminated, and Defendants made no public statements about his social media posts, much less refer to them as “abhorrent.”"

Yes, why wasn't Pedro forced to listen to MAGA dipshits tell him why they hate his sister? Why wasn't he told to watch a Dinesh D'Souza documentary? Why wasn't he told to apologize for posting cool ass muppet memes?

The most telling part of the document for me... the part that really showed her ignorance... was when she compared one of her tweets to one of Carl Weathers'.

First, her infamous tweet comparing the holocaust to conservatives being moderated on social media for spreading misinformation...

And then Carl posted this in response to conservatives banning books...

And the document says...

"Even Carano’s male co-star, the late Carl Weathers posted the exact same message, but no action was taken against him. Nor was Weathers accused by Defendants of denigrating people based on their cultural and religious identity."

THE EXACT SAME MESSAGE

THE. EXACT. SAME. MESSAGE.

[karriethemechtech]

I've been doing some investigative reporting on the WoB forces--just a bit more digging before the landing force touches ground. I keep seeing reports related to the Helios system and some kind of WoB Assault 'Mech called the Ragnarok, but what information on it does exist is confusing and matches no technical specifications I could find. So, I gave it the old DeLacey try, dug through everything (there isn't much!) there is on the thing, and filled in the gaps based on my own 'Mech design knowledge. I'd put money on these being the specs for the Ragnarok if we do encounter one or more after touching ground. It's a mean long-ranged machine, with twin Gauss rifles and a Plasma gun to boot--be extremely careful if you see one, letting it get targeting data from a closer C3i-linked mech is a death sentence.

Ragnarok C-RAG-O

Mass: 100 tons Chassis: Standard Biped Power Plant: 200 Fusion Cruising Speed: 21.6 kph Maximum Speed: 32.4 kph Jump Jets: None Jump Capacity: 0 meters Armor: Light Ferro-Fibrous Armament: 1 LRM 20 1 Plasma Rifle 2 Gauss Rifle Manufacturer: Unknown Primary Factory: Unknown Communication System: Unknown Targeting & Tracking System: Unknown Introduction Year: 3072 Tech Rating/Availability: E/X-X-E-X Cost: 10,741,667 C-bills

Overview The Ragnarok is an Assault 'Mech that was developed by the Word of Blake. Little to nothing is known about the 'Mech's development.

Capabilities The Ragnarok, rare as it was on the battlefields of the Jihad, is mostly spoken of in rumors. Leaked after-action reports from Clan Wolf-in-Exile show the 'Mech was powered by a rating 200 fusion engine of an unknown make, as well as protected by some amount of Ferro Fibrous armor and armed with a Gauss Rifle in each arm. These reports also spoke of a "Lava Gun" that fired superheated projectiles, but this is likely a description of a Plasma Rifle by a MechWarrior unfamiliar with the weapons platform. While there were also mentions of some form of "LosTech Shield" that granted the mech invulnerable, such a device is highly unlikely.The remaining information that exists on this mech was compiled as a speculative report by 3rd SLDF Senior Warrant Officer Karrie DeLacey. While reported as Ferro-Fibrous, the armor mounted on the Ragnarok was likely a Light Ferro-Fibrous compound obtained from the Free Worlds League during the Word's time there, which also speaks to a potential timeline for the machine's production. 18.5 tons of it have been assumed given reports of the 'Mech's extreme durability. The 'Mech was likely also armed with an LRM 20, as long-ranged missile capability was reported, with additional accuracy provided by an Artemis IV Fire Control System. Two tons of Plasma rifle ammunition, three tons of LRM 20 ammunition, and 3 Tons of Gauss rifle ammunition likely gave the Ragnarok almost 2 minutes of firing, which using Double Heat Sinks it likely could without overheating so long as it stood still.

Deployment There are officially no known battles in which the Ragnarok was deployed, and if it existed it is believed to have been passed over in favor of the "holy flexibility" of the Celestial line of Omnimechs. However, unofficial reports exist of the deployment of a single Ragnarok in the Helios system during the Jihad in a battle with Clan Wolf-in-Exile, though no such battle is known to have occurred.

Type: Ragnarok Technology Base: Inner Sphere (Standard) Tonnage: 100 Battle Value: 2,227

Equipment Mass Internal Structure 10 Engine 200 Fusion 8.5 Walking MP: 2 Running MP: 3 Jumping MP: 0 Double Heat Sink 10 [20] 0 Gyro 2 Cockpit 3 Armor Factor (Light Ferro) 307 18.5 Internal Armor Structure Value Head 3 9 Center Torso 31 47 Center Torso (rear) 15 R/L Torso 21 32 R/L Torso (rear) 10 R/L Arm 17 34 R/L Leg 21 42

Right Arm Actuators: Shoulder, Upper Arm, Lower Arm Left Arm Actuators: Shoulder, Upper Arm, Lower Arm

Weapons and Ammo Location Critical Heat Tonnage Gauss Rifle Ammo (8) LL 1 - 1.0 Gauss Rifle Ammo (8) CT 1 - 1.0 Improved C3 Computer RT 2 - 2.5 Artemis IV FCS RT 1 - 1.0 LRM 20 RT 5 6 10.0 Double Heat Sink RT 3 - 1.0 Gauss Rifle LA 7 1 15.0 CASE LT 1 - 0.5 Plasma Rifle LT 2 10 6.0 Double Heat Sink LT 3 - 1.0 Plasma Rifle Ammo (20) LT 2 - 2.0 LRM 20 Artemis-capable Ammo (18) LT 3 - 3.0 Gauss Rifle Ammo (8) RL 1 - 1.0 Gauss Rifle RA 7 1 15.0

Features the following design quirks: Distracting, Rugged (1 Point), Obsolete, Oversized

[canon-vi]

Name: Hecate

Age: 16

Height: 157-158

Birthday: 04.07 (fourth of July)

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• she likes luxurious and fluffy dresses, but finds them not comfortable, so she prefers to wear them only at events

• has a special interest in magic

• she believes that care and kindness must be earned, so she does not react strongly to her father’s love, but reaches out to her mother and tries to imitate her

• not interested in the throne, but interested in social events

• " Did I offend you? ... Cry) "

• has a special love for snakes

• to some extent is a yandere

• kills people she doesn’t like by poisoning, but rarely, and especially when that person knows too much

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Hecate's attitude towards the others:

Nightmare:

And they still call him a tyrant? Haha, I'd bet, in every family, the main ones are the wives, right?

Frieda:

Mom is truly magnificent when she speaks in front of people, her charisma knows no bounds

Merciless:

Brother is very weak, he even reminds me of the soft side of our father, ahah, sometimes I have a desire to protect him, as if I were an older sister

Artemis:

Oh, I have a terrible relationship with her, I would prefer to change the topic of conversation.

Alphonse:

Oh, father's guard? He really loves to chat about his daughter, I think for such a listener as a father, he is perfect

Hope:

Oh, I really want this miss to teach me magic or anything related to witchcraft

Dream:

That miss's lover? Well, apparently my sister is very unlucky in her personal life that the Empress wants to marry them, haha

Nim:

The Empress is truly stupid, why kill those who can hypothetically dispel that curse? You never know, a lot of people were killed, someone could definitely

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E. L. A. by @anotherrosesthatfell

[bcneheaded]

@gal1us said: “ you could join us. ”

💬🥀 —  Rare be the human that takes Artemis off-guard... Let alone embraces him. Metaphorically speaking, of course. So much so that the demon actually lets out a bit of a surprised huff of laughter in response; more of a grunt, really. " R e a l l y ? " comes in a rumbling, only very slightly baffled manner. But just like that, he seems to shake it off. A gloved hand idly smooths down the front of his garment, gaze momentarily wandering before flickering back to the woman-- to Neve. He offers a tone of levity to offset the.. discomfort born of acceptance, or something else he cannot place. It's different. Not at all what he is used to, to be treated not merely as some lowly, troublesome spirit or worse, but rather very much like a person. And by a human, at that. "Inviting a demon into your midst?" he tuts, jawless skull canting to the side. "-- a mage should know better..." he chastises her, but lightheartedly so. "... to what end, precisely? In the event I did accept your.. most generous offer... I have a feeling not all would feel quite as ... at ease .. in my presence."

[marysittingathisfeet]

Should Woman Teach?

"A woman should learn in quietness and full submission. 12 I do not permit a woman to teach or to assume authority over a man;[b] she must be quiet." 1 Timothy 2: 11,12

This verse is controversial. My first instinct is to reject it. After all their are several woman leaders in the bible. Throughout the New and Old Testament we see examples of woman leaders. Deborah the prophetess, Miriam, Queen of Sheba, Phoebe, and Lydia for example. Church history tells us that woman had a big role in the church. Priscilla for example was a powerful church leader in the book of Acts.

"Greet Priscilla and Aquila, my co-workers in Christ Jesus. 4 They risked their lives for me. Not only I but all the churches of the Gentiles are grateful to them." Romans 16:3

Priscilla and her husband Aquilla welcomed Paul into their home when he arrived in Corinth. (Acts 18:1-3). When Paul left Corinth for Syria he was accompanied by Priscilla and Aquila. (Acts 18:18). Paul left the couple in Ephesus. The Bible tells us the couple taught Apollos.

"He (Apollos) began to speak boldly in the synagogue. When Priscilla and Aquila heard him, they invited him to their home and explained to him the way of God more adequately." Acts 18: 26-

In this verse we see Priscilla helped teach a man about God's word. Jesus lifted woman up to be equal to men.

Paul recognizes many times woman in his letters that were leaders in the church.

"Greet Tryphena and Tryphosa, those women who work hard in the Lord.

Greet my dear friend Persis, another woman who has worked very hard in the Lord.

Greet Rufus, chosen in the Lord, and his mother, who has been a mother to me, too.

Greet Asyncritus, Phlegon, Hermes, Patrobas, Hermas and the other brothers and sisters with them.

Greet Philologus, Julia, Nereus and his sister, and Olympas and all the Lord’s people who are with them." Romans 16-13-15

So why did Paul write this verse? He does not condemn the female leaders in his letters? So the first thing I did was t research the original Greek word and meaning. The original Greek word is didaskein and is connected to authentein. These two words are a hendiadys. Hendiadys meant one thing by two. In the Greek language is the expression of a single idea by two words connected with an and. For example...nice and warm, when one could be used to modify the other, as in nicely warm.

The word teach 1 Timothy 2:12 authentein is an unusual Greek verb that is rarely found outside of the Bible, and is usually associated with aggression. Some scholars believe that didaskein/authentein in 1 Timothy 2:12 may have been used to describe a kind of authority that is self-initiating or self-asserting. Some scholars state that a better interpretation of this verse would be- "don't teach in a domineering way".

Paul had left Timothy in Ephesus. When Paul is writing this letter, Timothy is still in this city. Ephesus had a strong cult following and devotion to the goddess Artemis (Roman name was Diana). She was the goddess of fertility and childbirth. She was also thought of as the protector of the city of Ephesus.

Ephesus was an ancient city and dates back at least to the Hittites. It was a port city where they worshiped a mother goddess named Cybele. There is a legend that in the 10th century BC, a prince from Athens was looking for a new place to start a new city. An oracle had told him that ‘a fish and boar would show him the way’. One morning while the party was cooking breakfast, a fish jumped out of the pan. This started a fire which drove out a wild boar. With this inspiration, the prince started a new Greek city on the site of the ancient old Hittite city. He renamed it Ephesus, and the worship of Cybele transitioned to the worship of the virgin goddess and huntress Artemis. She was known for her ruthlessness. Legend has it that she helped kill the 10 children of the the goddess Niobe out of jealousy. Amazon women are said to have identified with her. And her priestesses and cult leaders appear to have been virgin girls, sexually inactive wives, and widows. Their celebrations could become erotic. The cult brought great wealth to the citizens of Ephesus because the temple of Artemis became the world's largest bank during that time. This was the primary goddess and protector of Ephesus.

Ephesus was a rich city. Not only did they have rich soil with flourishing farm lands, but they were on the silk road route so there was active trade with Asia and Europe. In Ephesus there were many marble buildings. The streets were even made of marble. The Ephesians built a stadium that sat tens of thousands of people. They built a two-story teaching hospital and a library. But most importantly, they built the Temple of Artemis, one of the Seven Wonders of the World. The temple was run entirely by her female officials. Images of Artemis were seen all over the city. Some were quite large and others were small. The many breasted image that used to be worshiped is still made today as a tourist souvenir.

So why does this matter? Paul is writing to a very feminist culture. Some of the believers most likely came from this background and may have been aggressive or even hostile towards the men. Paul is trying to reestablish healthy roles in the church. Therefore, the verse is targeting women who were actively and aggressively teaching or taking leadership positions over men forcefully and causing disruption within the church.

In addition the word is teach- not preach. Nowhere does Paul say that woman cannot preach. Preaching is the act of declaring God's truth with a specific call to obey the word of God. A preacher exhorts, admonishes, encourages, and comforts using the word of God.

2 Timothy 4:2- Preach the word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage—with great patience and careful instruction.

Teaching is the transfer of knowledge. A teacher explains the meaning of scripture. Teachers are held to a high standard.

"Not many of you should become teachers, my brothers, for you know that we who teach will be judged with greater strictness." James 3:1

So can woman teach and preach? I am happy to say the answer is yes. Paul did not mean for this verse to be a universal dismissal of woman in the ministry although there are denominations and churches that interpret it this way.

[zeusilvergacor999]

Ah damn finally I finished my folk clothes concept of my fiction project work. I WOULD EXPLAIN THE WHOLE STUFF YIPPPEEEEE

Llora: The Home Galaxy of Gary

Llora is Gary's home galaxy, and it can be thought of as a space or alien version of Germany, though with some differences. The inhabitants of Llora are divided into two main races: Herzt and Norsk.

Norsk: This race is inspired by ancient Viking and Norse Scandinavian cultures. Most of them have blonde hair, and some (though a minority) follow Norse mythology, believing in gods like Odin, Thor, Loki, and Heimdall. They also believe that the capital planet of Llora, Minisk is akin to Asgard, the home of the Aesir gods. Norsk originally come from planets Minisk, Jerze, and Fjoshr. In ancient times, they were skilled miners, hunters, builders, and blacksmiths, capable of crafting vehicles and melee weapons.

Herzt: This race, with dark hair, has a distinct Celtic-Teutonic vibe. As you might guess from Gary's full name, Gary Erwin O'Fionnaghal, he belongs to the Herzt clan. They adopted a form of Catholicism brought by the Jesto people through trade. In ancient times, the Herzt were mostly farmers, experts in agriculture, medicine, and metal sculpting. They excelled in sculpting metal for tools, weapons, and infrastructure, including buildings and houses. They were also the first to create firearms and iconic musical instruments, like one resembling a Kithara. Interestingly, they are also credited with inventing beer. The Herzt originally came from the planets Vinz, Drien, and Nitz.

Both races share a writing system similar to ancient Norse runes. Over time, they developed a common language, now known as the Llora dialect of German, and these runes became their official alphabet. Culturally, both the Herzt and Norsk are known for being quite barbaric. A notable aspect of their culture is the normalization of same-sex relationships, which have been accepted since ancient times, long before Earth was struck by Theia.

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Ida: The Home Galaxy of Johann

Ida is Johann’s home galaxy, and its people, the Elmaz, are like a space or alien version of the British. However, their culture is about 4.5/100 similar to ancient Rome and Sparta.

The Elmaz are known for their fighting skills and iconic martial arts. In battle, they are ruthless and fierce, similar to the Spartans. They train in special battle arenas with various challenges, such as spear duels, sword duels, climbing, and chariot combat. Even in modern times, these training grounds are used to test individuals aspiring to enter the military or intelligence academies. Johann himself trained in such an academy, which is why he's so skilled.

The Elmaz were pioneers in technology, developing it from the rich natural resources in their territory. They are hardworking and renowned explorers. Despite their fierce nature, the Elmaz are deeply loyal to their comrades and care deeply for one another, like brothers. If one of their own goes missing or dies, they feel a profound sense of loss. They also have their own mythology, with gods like Agnethe, the Goddess of War, and Tigenar, the God of Wisdom. However, with the arrival of the Jesto people, followers of the Elmaz mythology have dwindled. Their old language was Latin, which evolved into the British English they speak now.

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Olimpa: The Alien Version of Greece

The race from Olimpa is called the Toze, and as you might expect from the name, they are devout worshippers of gods like Zeus, Hera, Artemis, Apollo, Athena, Ares, Hades, and Poseidon. Mount Olympus is located on their capital planet, and they have a temple there as well. Historically, this race was fanatically devoted to their mythology.

In ancient times, the Toze were a poor civilization. When the Ida (Elmaz) tried to help them, the Toze rejected their assistance, leading to a war between the two. The Toze were defeated and eventually apologized to the Ida. For a time, Olimpa became part of the Ida Empire. Even after Ida left the empire, Olimpa remained an ally, benefiting from their advancements in technology and civilization. Without the Ida, Olimpa would likely have remained underdeveloped. Sadly, in my current lore, Olimpa has been completely wiped out after being conquered by Llora, and no Toze remain.

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Civilization Timeline

In my lore, the Ida civilization (Elmaz) is the oldest, followed by Llora (Herzt and Norsk), and finally Olimpa (Toze). The Ida are the most advanced technologically.

Unique Traits of Each Race

- Herzt: If one of their body parts is cut off, it will grow back.

- Norsk: They have three lives.

- Ida/Elmaz: They can live up to 200 years.

There are more other races in my lore , and I'm sure I will plan to develop them later!

Close-ups!

[funky-sea-cryptid]

Ooo may I have 🎶, 🤦‍♀️, and 🎁 for Elise, Jules, and Mila please 🥰?

HI LYRA!!! and yea of course!!!! yess the ovechkin babies

🎶 - How do they sound? Describe their voice

elise - her voice is very very smooth, like butter. she has a bit of a slur on her l's, and clicks her tongue when she's nervous! very active speaker, likes to annunciate her words

jules - raspy, quiet voice. he doesn't talk much. soft, soft, soft sounding. trying their best to speak up, and it is not working very well.

mila - LOUD!!!!!!! cheerful, bright voice!!! talks with a LOT of exclamation points, and all of her words bubble out. she doesnt remember why she should be quiet.

🤦‍♀️ - Something that continues to embarrass them to this day

elise - when she was little, she met ralph niaflem. ciel said "oh do you want to hold her?" and ralph said "uh, sure" and elise bit ralph on the hand and wouldnt unhinge her jaw until artemy mentioned sweets.

jules - tomas gave him a mullet. they couldnt leave the house for weeks. jules got a second mullet and he is never letting himself live that down.

mila - threw a massive fit and cried because ciel wouldnt let her have friends over because she was. running the resistance.

🎁 - Are they good at giving gifts? How about receiving them?

elise - amazing at giving gifts. loves giving gifts. has the incredible intuition of knowing exactly who would like what. elise is ok at receiving gifts, unless its like something expensive, in which she gets all shy about it.

jules - they're quite bad at giving gifts in theory, but when people receive them, they know he meant it with love, so it usually goes over well. jules is very self-conscious about receiving gifts, they get anxious about it!!

mila - the gifts are thoughtful, in the way that mila put a lot of thought into getting them. she comes off kind of obtuse and doesnt get people all that well. she struggles giving gifts, but is very good at receiving them

[roegadynroost]

Olympian Aesthetics: Hellina Gohdbrandr

APHRODITE: laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger

APOLLO: glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account

ARES: armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell may have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses,curses under their breath

ARTEMIS: keen senses of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin,piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows,the calm of the forest at night,lying on the grass and staring at the stars,mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin,the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting its target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling

ATHENA: discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a life-long teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel,stoic statues, pottery classes  

DEMETER: soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom friend, can lift you and all of your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air

DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause

HEPHAESTUS: the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes,ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects,fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted by blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

HERA: resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals,plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold

HERMES: devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners,spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop,shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes red bull with coffee, menace on april fool’s,hoodies and sneakers  

POSEIDON: storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks,clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects,handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin,velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow

ZEUS: thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face,pretends that they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with apparent ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch, like a boss

[xavidel-muses]

Balthazar thought she was being adorable, and saw her words as far too kind. Ever since his sons had left the homestead, he always thought of himself as cranky. Nice? Maybe, if someone got to know him. He figured Artemis just didn't notice. Then again, they do say a person is their own worst critic. He was going to say something after her little laugh, but something told him to hold his tongue when it looked she was going to speak again.

That. That is when his face froze in place when he heard the L word. It went from an almost teasing smile, to an almost painted on look. Practiced, but hard to read outside of the fact it was hiding something. Love. When was the last time someone had said that to him... about him? His lips parting for a moment before pursing.

Any fun, light hearted or teasing quips he had were gone in an instant as Balthazar looked upset for the briefest moment as he processed her words.

... A moment of silence later, he finally looked at her again. "You love me?" He asked, his voice seeming to crack slightly compared to his usual tone.

If she hadn’t been embarrassed before, the whispered words in awe of her smile had her heart skipping a beat. Artemis leaned herself back against the shelves for support, one hand rising as fingers fidgeted with the strands of her fringe awkwardly, partially wanting to hide herself behind something. ❛❛ You’re hardly cranky, you’ve been nothin’ but nice t’ me since the day we met and . . .  ❜❜  her lips pursed a little in thought, nodding to herself.  ❛❛ Yes. I’m happy that I met you, and everything you’ve done for me,. I appreciate it. Even though it might not seem like much, your company . . .  ❜❜  cheeks flushed warm once again, she laughed awkwardly.   Why the hell did this sound so serious ?! 

❛❛ Naw, you don’t gotta say anything. I didn’t mean to catch y’ off guard like that. ❜❜  Artemis shifted her weight from foot to foot as she spoke softly. ❛❛ I – I know it’s probably a lot . . . People don’t really come out and say things like that but . . . I ‘ve always thought that if you love someone, you should tell them how you feel. That way, they know. ❜❜  she spoke, not once realizing her use of the ‘L’ word and the possible effects it might have on him.

 ❛❛ It’s a little in the same vein of not departing ways with words of hatred, just in case that’s the last time you see them. ❜❜ 

[ssvperboy]

@rennisaturate​ liked this for a starter (artemis lovejoy & someone)

She sighed at the other, running a hand through her hair. “You have to talk to someone eventually,” she told them. “It doesn’t have to be me, but it has to be someone.” Artemis took a sweat beside the other, reaching out to touch them as a form of comfort. “I know life sucks a lot of the time, but you can’t let a break up eat you from the inside out... I’m worried about you.”

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Apollo w/Child!Like Rapunzel Headcanons

Request: ‘’By any chance do you write platonic fics if you do can you do (Greek Myth) yandere!Apollo having a child!reader who is like Rapunzel (just the hair) having healing power through her voice and hair (combined) y'know like she did to Eugene’’ - send by Anon.

"Your voice is the sweetest of all, my baby." - Apollo.

❝☀️ — lady l: okay, I did that, I'm not sure if it is good, I confess I'm not used to writing headcanons, but I tried. Constructive criticism is welcome! :)

❝☀️ tw: yandere themes, mention of murder and torture, possessive and obsessive behavior, child being taken from its mother. If you are uncomfortable with some of these topics, I recommend not reading.

When you were born, your mother always knew you wouldn't be "normal", after all you were the child of the god Apollo, therefore a demigod. She always knew you would have some kind of power, but she had no idea what you were really capable of.

Apollo has many demigod and god children, but you are his favorite. Since your mother got pregnant, he's become especially attached to you and no one knows why he insists on being with his mother at every stage of her pregnancy. It wasn't natural, since normally after the gods impregnate a human they tend to "abandon". He would be together in absolutely everything, like your mother or not, and no one would dare to contradict the god.

You were the apple of your father's eye. He absolutely adores you and, against all the other gods' habits, he took you to raise you. He didn't mind your mother's disagreement at all, he strictly warned her (threatened) not to try to interfere in your relationship.

As you were born a demigod, he will transform you into a minor goddess. He wants you to be immortal so you could be with him forever.

It wasn't until you grew up and discovered your powers that you finally understood why your father was so protective and smothering of you. You possessed a special power, that none of Apollo's other childs, your hair, was magical and could heal wounds and even bring people back to life. Your power was unique and must be protected.

Apollo became overprotective, smothering and possessive of you. He adores you, ironic isn't it? The god worshiping a demigod. You weren't like the other children, you were more special, so he took care of your education himself. No one could educate you like him, he's sure of it.

You can't talk about Apollo without quoting Artemis. Artemis didn't think much of you at first, she just thought you were one of the many children Apollo had. But when he decided to raise you, that's when things got interesting. Artemis also developed a platonic feeling for you, when she first met you and realized how sweet, innocent and naive you were, the goddess knew she had to protect. She was probably just waiting for you to become one of her Hunters (if you are a girl).

As you grew up, your hair was already so long that you had to spend hours of your day combing and pinning it, but you liked it that way and you knew your father did too.

You also possessed the gift of music, of course, you were the child of the god of music, but along with the healing power you possessed, your voice soothed whoever you were going to help. Although Apollo doesn't much like you getting close to other people, except him and Artemis.

Speaking of which, Apollo won't allow you to have a relationship with anyone when you reach marriageable age. You will stay with him, he will make sure of it. Apollo is more than willing to shoot a few of his arrows at any suitor. Artemis, who has become as protective of you as he has, won't mind helping hunt down anyone who approaches you in a romantic way.

Apollo loves it when you sing to him when he gets hurt. He is the god of healing, but he prefers you to heal him, singing a gentle melody as you wraps your hair around his wound.

Although Apollo is known to have many lovers (most tragically dead) he doesn't want you to have the same experiences, he doesn't want to see you cry over being rejected and, out of his own selfishness, he doesn't want you to leave him.

Apollo will allow you to grow a little, but only up to 16 years old. You were adorable as a child and became stunning as a teenager and that attracts attention that he considers unnecessary.

There are few people who know of your power, being the gods themselves and your mother. Apollo wants it to remain my secret as long as possible, he knows it's selfish to keep a rare gift that can help humanity all to himself, but he doesn't care, you were his child and he would make sure you stay by his side forever.

If you were taken from Apollo, by some monster or even human, oh boy, it would start a war. He doesn't care one bit that he's not the god of war, he'll probably convince Ares to help him (maybe Ares developed his own obsession with you) and he's more than willing to destroy the entire world just to have you back. Curse the place where you're being held with a plague, flay the kidnapper alive, and definitely, after that person's death, would ask Hades to torture them forever in Tartarus.

Apollo tries to be a good father to you, and he is. But you know he's both selfish and jealous, he doesn't want to share you with anyone but Artemis because he trusts her and knows she adores you. The god knows the power you have is special, how your hair shines, your singing and how you can heal people and even bring them to life, should be shared, but again, he is selfish and he is not letting go his little girl/boy leave his side. You belonged on his father's side and he will reward you eternally if you are a good girl/boy and listen to him.

[yjwhatif]

YJ EPISODE 22 SPOILER NOTES… only four episodes left ☹️

Interesting…this is the first arc to not start with showing its focal OG character in their off time.

I love seeing what happen inside the bio ship before Zooming off

Look at that face - Bart on a mission! Love seeing that super quick thinking of his, his expression changes to serious as time slows around him - LOVE IT!

GO BART GO…Oh no!

OH you did not just attack my boy!

Somebody, just lost their redemption rights

Are those burns or blood... Or are they such deep burns that there's literally no skin there anymore... because ouch! And yet it doesn't ever phase him - it takes being punched by a Kryptonian to actually stop him... if only a certain teleporter was there to catch him again… Also, since he doesn't speak this episode they must have a sound effect on file for Bart gets knocked out by someone with Super strength since it happens every season - Just like the Robin laugh - its become a classic!

GO CHAM GO… Oh no!

GO BIOSHIP GO… Oh no… Wow we’re losing everybody!

HALYS CIRCUS!

The return of the daring Dan Danger! He looks happy and at peace in a way I don't think were seen for a long time

TEAM EL PASO! Tye & Asami! Family trip to the circus/double date... We are so close to a Runaways Reunion right now! Give it to me! Also, I've already done a post on this (here) but what if it was supposed to be a triple date? It'll be interesting to see who's aware of the Bart situation at this point... Maybe Jaime is worried about Bart but Traci’s gonna be going into the helmet next so it’s their last chance for date night and maybe she was looking forward to it?

Very flirty...

on a separate note, IS Dick still dating Barbara because I've been confused about that ever since I found out Jason Bard's ex who fixed him up With Artemis may have been Barbara - but he said she dumped him for “her EX” - So did that mean, She's broken up with the person she dumped him for, OR, did she get back together with someone she had previously broken up with? I'm sure this will get answered in one of the up coming episodes as we’re in Batfam territory - but this is my current confusion on the relationship Status of Dickbabs.

Ghosty playing possum - very clever

It cracks me up every time someone says House of Luthor or House of Zod... they sound like fashion designers or a clothing store.

No Conner don't show then the S logo!

Genuinely thought she was going to flick him then...

Do all the Magic users who who were at the bell séance thing know they were looking for Conner’s lost soul and since they didn't find it - are they aware that Conner may not be dead? Could Traci tell Jaime or anyone else that there’s a chance Conner’s not dead - she probably wouldn’t unless absolutely necessary - but could she?

I feel like Dick's reluctance to investigate Conner shows he really doesn't want to get his hopes up

Oooh I like how they reveal that Bart’s officially missing - and because Z and Dick have been out of the loop they had no idea... does that mean this alert was issued at an earlier date/time and they’ve only just seen it, or, that they just haven't been around to hear people have been looking for him and the alerts only just been officially released?

"So now two outsiders have gone missing" Thank you Zatanna for acknowledging that both Bart and Conner are outsiders - now can we please see some OUTSIDERS dealing with these losses beyond just Gar!

Why is the concept that Bart has a credit card so funny!? And not only that, but its a platinum credit card! Guess that answers the question I've always had about how the speedsters afford all that food they consume. Also I like the idea that people were so sick of Bart stealing shit that they gave him the card and said all you need to do is tap it and you're done... Who pays for the credit card though?

Why is it so funny to me that Orion's on the front page of the Newspaper article... and does this mean Clark uses Justice League data to get his images?

Love it - Mirroring Clark’s meeting with the legion in the diner exactly

Clark, you really need a lesson in vigilance

Superboy stop talking to bad guys!

Phantom girl is reacting to the things Conner is telling Zod

“Oh Please, the Monarch’s are going to run away with it-” “Clark!” “Right, What do you need?” I really do love Clark - he's such a dad!

Callback to s2 and showing how everything always has an effect - they didn’t have to give a reason for Bibbo having CCTV - but doing so connects back to a previous season - whilst showing that that event had a long lasting effect on Bibbo who became more wary/vigilant to avoid such an experience again. Its a tiny detail but a really strong one that emphasises that things don't get forgotten about - No matter big or small, major or minor

“…Uh-huh.” “Wait… 'Uh-huh'? That's it, ‘Uh-huh’? they were with Bart the day before he disappeared - Who are they?” I love this whole interaction... One thing we've learnt from Clark is when he commits to keeping a secret - he commits - even when he's clearly been found out

“I hope the Knight’s slaughter the Monarchs!” I thought this was a really random line to hint toward something in the next episode - but I think its just clicked that she says it because Clark said the Monarch would with and she's in a mood with him for not telling them what they wanted to know - So she's hoping Clarks team doesn't win.

Not fast enough Bart

I love this investigation style - seeing all the clues that have been sprinkled through out the series since the end of S3 - highlighting how well planned this show is

"And Bart’s a time traveller!" I love all the acknowledgment we keep getting to Bart being a time traveller

Amistad is so adorable!

I think its interesting that Z didn't look far enough into the memory to see the very angry time travelling Kryptonian fly onto said camouflaged bioship - probably putting those on board who just ruined his plan in serious danger... Or that no one seems to question Raquel on what actually happened to Lor - I feel its a pretty big detail to not discuss since Dick suspects Bart was on the Bioship... it makes me wonder if he would have still been as quick to move away from looking for Bast had he been aware of Lor escaping to the Bio ship

I like the detail of Artemis being the one to remind Dick & Z of Bart still being missing as they start focusing more on Conner

Dick just recites the entire not of the season so far

"Bart made a choice and we should trust him on it" - Gotta love seeing characters actually trust one another instead of judging, criticising, or belittling the acts of others to create conflict and drama. If you wish to gain trust you must show the some level of trust you wish to receive.

“Conner was asking for help” Dick's reasoning behind choosing to focus on Conner over Bart remains objective and is very valid without showing favouritism towards Conner

"You two dated him" - Call back to the comics

I wonder if Ursa will be more dangerous than Zod?

So, what kind of sun did Krypton have if Zod didn't know what a yellow sun could do?

“I need some air” “There is no air in the phantom zone” *Ursa tries to Punch Conner* — Funny!

Wakey, wakey, Ghosty

Kaldur, while you may have come to terms with Conner’s death… I believe I may have finally come to terms with the beard... It looks a lot better with his hair properly styled - though, Wyynde’s beard better still be gone by the time we next see him - I'm adamant on that one!

Kaldur takes one thorough look at the pinboard and doesn't question a thing... Also I definitely read every visible note on that board and I have no regrets - though I do always find it funny when shows use screenshots for the Show for character photographs - like, that picture of Bart is from Away Mission and is the image used on his DC Database Fandom Page — Who took that photo for it to be a printable picture in-universe - same goes for Conner’s image but I can't think where that's from off the top of my head.

Yay more Klarion!!

"Klarion won’t dare enter the tower - it’s Fate’s place of Power"… erm zee… do you not remember Klarion and Nabu are buddies now? Clearly, you weren't paying attersion throughout their entire are... yes, they may fight and hate each other - but ultimately, brothers stick together!

“Where is Doctor fate?” “Otherwise occupied” - I feel like that’s gonna come back up again later

WHO DARES SUMMON KLA- hey — I LOVE HIM! Though, I've gotta say it bugs me every time when he doesn't say “With Fate away, klarion can play!”

Its a great stylistic detail to differentiate the backwards spells by having Zatanna’s be actually spoken backward while Klarion’s are spoken forwards and replayed backwards

Well that was a bit of a waste of a deal

Tell him how it is Saturn Girl! You’ve screwed up Lor!

Do you think they’ve lived out that week on the bioship or jumped forwards in time?

Bart’s in an inhibitor collar - which means he’s not healing - which means he’ll be suffering under those bandages! 🥺 I wonder who bandaged him up?

LIGHTRAY!! M’COMM STOP PRETENDING TO BE PEOPLE!!

Lor you little shit… you better hope you’re ready for the reckoning that’s coming for you - because it’s going to hurt!

If Lor’s selectively allowing Bart’s super speed then does that mean his meta-metabolism will kick back in and start healing his injuries or not?

I'll be honest, it took me so long to work out why she needed to write ‘Magic School Bus’ on a card - and then I realised it's so Dick can add it to his pinboard as the next clue to investigate.

This end credits scene is HORRIFYING and just got worse and worse the more it went on. I don't think I've ever felt such a way about anything as much as this

This episode was amazing - a really great start to what may just be an epic final arc.

LB

[thefanficmonster]

Bouquet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having come clean about being single for a very long time now and considering herself completely out of the dating scene, Y/N’s confession is taken and responded to with a ton of kindness, especially from a special someone...

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it was such a joy to write! I’m so sorry for the long wait you had to go through but the fic is finally here and I hope you enjoy reading it! Love, Vy ❤

I roll out of bed with little to no desire to start my day. We haven’t got a scheduled stream for today and the clouds glooming in the sky seem to be promising rain so really what do I have to get up for except that it’s a rule society installed?

Just kidding, I’m basically stalling and that’s all.

So what happened was the streamer gang and I were playing Among Us last night and our conversation during the pause between rounds somehow swerved into relationship territory. I stayed quiet the majority of if not all the time because I had no valid input to offer. 

If you know me you know I’m not one of the performers on the dating scene. I have never really confirmed it with my fans - well, until last night, that is - but I bet they have picked up on that fact considering I’ve been on YouTube for around a decade and have never had a partner. That being said, I’d have to also mention that I have in fact dated but someone but it was before my YouTube era started. Me choosing this career path, which back then was just a hobby, had nothing to do with the relationship ending but it still motivated me to not to actively look for a relationship while I’m still focused on my career. It’s too much work, too much stress and requires a lot of balance I most certainly either don’t have or I don’t have the energy to put in balancing my romantic and professional lives. Luckily, no one’s ever pressured me into finding a significant other, not yet at least, so no societal pressure for me!

But I gotta admit I felt real awkward admitting all this last night.

“Hey Y/N what do you think? You’ve been awfully quiet?“ Rae asks, causing me to jolt in my seat from where I’ve been reading my chat for the past five minutes, my mic muted.

I quickly unmute to reply, blushing ever so slightly, “Um, sorry I was reading my chat. What do I think about what?”

“The gesture of giving flowers to your significant other, is it romantic or a waste of money and plant murder?“ Rae explains, still managing to catch me off-guard with her question.

I ponder what my response should be for a little bit before deciding to level it to a neutral level where I almost sound indifferent, “It is in fact plant murder basically and artificial flowers would definitely be a better gift - plus they’ll last longer.”

“Mhmm yeah that’s true.“ Poki agrees with me, “But there’s still the question of whether it’s a romantic gesture or not. I personally don’t think it’s overrated or cheesy, I actually quite like it. What about you, Y/N?“

And now she’s got me in a real trap that I can’t wiggle out of without speaking my truth. I don’t know where this sudden anxiety around the subject came from but it now resides within me rent free and makes me feel self-conscious and embarrassed of the confession I’m inevitably make.

“Um, I wouldn’t know for certain, I’ve never received flowers myself...“ I say sheepishly, cringing at the sound of my own voice, “It’s not like I’ve dated plenty of people and the one guy I did date wasn’t really romantic or anything, I mean - we were teenagers, after all. But when I think about it in theory I think I’d like the gesture: it’s thoughtful, plus you get a temporary but beautiful piece of décor out of it.“

I’m gonna hope I didn’t sound too pitiful or desperate. Of course I’m not gonna check afterward on the stream cause I’d rather live in the illusion of having sounded humorous rather than be given the confirmation that I didn’t.

“Wait, wait, wait, did you date your last boyfriend like a decade ago?“ Corpse is now the one talking and that makes me feel even more anxious. This is not the impression one would want to give to their crush, is it? Oh well, no turning back now.

“Correct.“ I reply with a laugh that I hope didn’t sound as nervous as it was.

“And you’ve never, like in your whole life, received flowers from someone?“ He sounds astonished which sort of makes me want to shrink up in my shell like a turtle. Too bad I don’t have a shell though. I’m genuinely thinking of the option to rip the router out of the outlet right now to save me the troubles but I’m not that immature. I’m surprised I’m even reacting this way - this topic doesn’t usually bother me at all but now for some reason I’m red as a tomato and shrinking in my chair. 

I know what the obvious answer is but I’d rather die than admit to it.

“Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds bad but I really don’t care.“ I make an attempt at changing the subject, swerving it back to the main topic rather than my lack of a love life, “I do, in fact, find the gesture sweet - it adds vibrancy to the relationship just like the flowers would add vibrancy and color to the space they’re put in.“

“Oh my gosh, that’s such a cool analogy!“ Rae gushes, “You’re totally right, it might be an old trick, but it’s aged like fine wine.“

Phew, God bless you Rae.

“Exactly, exactly.“ Corpse agrees as well but I don’t think he’s fully heard what Rae said since he sounds to have fallen in deep thought.

At least I got away with it with only making a SLIGHT nervous wreck of myself.

Yikes, was that horrible, though I don’t people will remember it for long. Sure, my fans have sent me thousands of lovely messages and pictures of bouquets and will maybe continue sending them for another day or two - which I highly appreciate, don’t get me wrong. I’m severely touched by this gesture of theirs and it almost makes me glad I finally ‘came clean’ about my romance-less life - however, it’ll fade overtime. I mean, who the heck cares if I’m single or not?

As I pour the milk over my cheerios which I’ve been snacking on dry for the past half hour as I rifled through the many notifications clogging up my lock screen, I hear the doorbell ring. I’m understandably puzzled by this, seeing as how I never get visitors so that doorbell rings only when I’ve ordered something, be it takeout or a random item off Amazon. However, I can’t remember ordering anything, at least not anything that should be arriving at the moment or even anytime soon - that glow-in-the dark curtain isn’t supposed to arrive until next week.  I make my way to the door, unbothered by the fact I’m still in my pajamas, and take a look through the peephole.

It’s a delivery guy...and he happens to be holding a huge-ass bouquet.

“What the...“ I mutter to myself as I unlock and swing open the door in the blink of an eye, “Hi?“

“Hi there, are you Y/N L/N?“ The delivery guy, who I’ve seen many times before and who I’m on pretty friendly terms with, asks me jokingly, sending a wink my way.

“I sure am.“ I reply, my gaze fixated on the breathtaking flowers he’s holding, “But those can’t be for me, that’s for sure.“

He fishes looks at his clipboard one more time, nodding before he looks back at me, “I double and triple checked, Y/N, they’re for you. Here, have a look if you don’t believe me.” He turns the clipboard  for me to see and he is actually telling the truth. I mean, I doubt he’d have any reason to lie to me but mix-ups happen all the time.

“Um, ok thanks. Sorry for the halt, it’s just...I’d hate to be the recipient of the flowers meant for another girl.” I apologize as I take the bouquet for him, still in awe of the fact I’m the one it was made and meant for and sent to.

I say a quick ‘bye’ to the delivery guy before practically running inside to inspect this bouquet for a card from the sender. I have my guesses: it has to be someone who was present during the stream last night and someone who knows my address. Hopefully it’s someone from my friend group and not a fan who watched the stream and just happens to know my address. I’d still appreciate the gesture, but I’d also install security cameras if that was the case.

Something about the color scheme of the flowers - pink and black - gives me Rae vibes since she constantly teases me about my aesthetics contradicting each other. But then again, Poki does it too so it could be her as well....

Oh...OH GOD IT’S NEITHER OF THEM

                                                               ~ ~ ~

I’ve been sitting here, keeping myself a safe distance from my phone so I’m not the first one to send her a text. So I don’t ask if she got what I sent her. So I don’t ask what she thought of it, how the bouquet looks in her living room, how it smells, how it makes her feel. I have so many questions so that phone is best off at a major distance from me. I’m the one who’s better off with such a huge distance between me and the device, to be perfectly honest.

Was it a bad idea? Should I have slept on it - or just thought about it longer cause sleep and I don’t get along? Should I have at least waited a day or two? Should I-

My phone vibrates with a notification and I practically fly to it from across the room, grabbing it and unlocking it asap. My heart sinks and takes off like a rocket simultaneously when I see I’ve been tagged in Y/N’s Instagram story. I nervously tap the notification that sends me to the picture of the bouquet I sent her with some text written over it.

“Thank you, Romeo ;)“

Somehow that one sentence answers all those aforementioned questions.

Is this what people refer to as butterflies in one’s stomach? Cause it feels significantly more like a crush...oh wait.

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Continued...

Soulmate au where at 12 you get your soulmates first words printed on your arm. None of these characters are mine (except the serial killer :l) none of this actually happens in either series. Don’t sue me. 

Artemis

It wasn't often you were used as bait by the police to catch a serial killer. Yet here Artemis was, with said serial killer holding a bloody axe. The serial killer himself was called Jimmy Altair, a caucasian man who was as wide as he was tall. “You see boy, I’ll hack your body to pieces and put you in the river-” Artemis interrupted the man.

“I believe you won’t be killing anyone today. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll be going.” The raven haired boy spoke, hoping that the bug in his suit pocket was picking everything up. 

“I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere,” Jimmy growled, jumping towards Artemis and swinging the axe wildly. D’arvit he thought, backing up quickly; almost tripping over his feet. Dodging left as Jimmy swung right, the deadly dance continued until Artemis was backed up against one of the crumbling barn walls. Jimmy smiled and raised the axe high above his head. “I’ve got you now.” Melodramatic? Perhaps. But it was arguably more dramatic as the British MI6 agent (tasked with arresting Jimmy Altair) saved Artemis at the last possible second, tackling Jimmy and sending the axe flying. The MI6 agent then wrestled the man into handcuffs. Ignoring the swearing, he looked over at Artemis for a moment, then smiled. “Guess he was a pain in the axe.” He said cheerfully. Artemis’ head spun. Guess he was a pain in the axe?! Artemis thought indignantly, replaying the man’s voice in his head. Noticing the man’s worried expression Artemis composed himself before replying, “That’s quite possibly the worst pun I’ve ever heard.”

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Alex

Alex hadn’t exactly planned on catching a serial killer in Ireland, honestly he was surprised that the serial killer himself wasn’t American. (As serial killers tended to be) But at least his task was straight forward, intervene when needed so the bait wasn’t chopped up into little pieces. The plan had gone off without a hitch, until the bloody serial killer whipped out an axe. Alex had been on the barn roof, out of sight, as he watched the wild scrambling in horror he waited for the pair to get close enough. When the serial killer(The Chopper) raised the horror-movie axe over his head Alex struck; diving down and tackling the man. Alex then quickly snapped the handcuffs onto the beefy man’s wrists. The adrenaline quickly wore off as Alex took a single deep breath and turned to check on the bait(Apollo or Artemis, Alex wasn’t sure.) who seemed unimpressed. Wow, his eyes are pretty. Alex’s brain thought. Shut up, smile, you’re staring. Alex smiled.

 “Guess he was a pain in the axe.” Something flashed in the man’s eyes, Surprise? When he didn’t respond Alex started to get slightly worried. Was he in shock? The man quickly composed himself, brushing some of his raven colored hair out of his ice-blue eyes before speaking. 

“That’s quite possibly the worst pun I’ve ever heard.” He said in an Irish accent. Wait. What?