#at least ash and alessia

[awkwardgtace]

That height ask got me thinking. If Delphia was a god like the others, what would her height be?

God Delphia falls right in between Rhys/Felix and Alessia

So she'd come out to about 250-255

In my original charts I made theory-crafted giant del smaller, but I like to keep her and Alessia with this kind of difference when they're the same size.

[blue-jeens]

Ok but you know what’s a non-angsty (or at least not too angsty) AshEiji song??? I’m Yours by Alessia Cara I meAN-

I'm mad at you For being so cute And changing my mood And altering my rude What's wrong with you You make me sick For being so perfect What did I do What can I do, oh And I wasn't trying To melt this heart of iron But the way you hold me Makes the old me pass away And I would be lying If I said I wasn't scared to fall again But if you promise me you'll catch me Then it's okay

Like tell me this isn’t EXACTLY how Ash feels about Eiji

[cheshirequeenwithoutaheart]

bits and pieces 3

she darts around the debris, avoids stepping in the blood on the floor, and continues through the plaster dust.

she walks, in clipped steps and graceful strides, towards the creature curled up in the centre of the floor. . the dreamstone was an artefact used to contain the souls of thirteen demons. anyone who used the magic sealed inside was granted incredible power, but at the cost of their sense of self. in the end, they were husks filled only by the demon using them; their souls lost forever.

the stone was lost and found, used and defeated, again and again for centuries until only one demon was left; the rest having been ripped from existence. using the body of a deceased wizard, someone freed the final soul and set him loose on a town in Canada. we defeated him, destroyed the demon's soul, and burned the body until only ashes remained.

the dreamstone was little more than a glorified paperweight, but we couldnt risk it getting into the wrong hands, so we hid it away in a place no one could get to without help.

well, that’s a bit of a lie. we tossed it to inyrxiaz. who the fuck knows what they did with it. . the dreamstone was a power amplifier before being used as a prison. it makes sense that it would still be able to do that, even after the demons were destroyed. . she tilts her head to the side and considers the pile of armour-like skin and long legs leaking ichor onto the tile floor of her kitchen.

"you know, you could have at least put it in the bath," she says to the otherwise empty room.

@myreidola @srazar @writersloth @millie-likes-art @alessia-writes

[the-roanoke-society]

now presenting: more aus for the ship tags i’d love to see.

explore below the cut. ... because i’ve watched a lot of ouat today.

butterfly knife: cinderella au. it’s not often that a lowly, local tailor missing an eye snags entry into a local ball, courtesy of his fairy godmother complete with hazel eyes and a drawl. but he does know how often he’s seen in the princess in passing. he knows how much he loves her. and now is his chance to see what could happen, maybe, if he can convince her to just one dance...

body shots: lady & the tramp au. he was a scoundrel. she was... well, could at least pass for a lady. but the real plot twist was them finding out how much they had in common--and how much the other seemed like a breath of fresh air.

lies & lessons: sleeping beauty au. maleficent expected a lot of things out of the southern prince. she expected a sword. a shield. righteous anger. and while the rage showed up, something else did too, something that took her by surprise--a lasso.

anchored hearts: the rescuers au. because we really, really need to talk about joseph--big, huge, massive joseph--as the meek and mild janitorial staff member of the rescue aid society, following the optimistic, fearless louise to the bayou, to save a woman who is not all that she seems (i’ll give you a hint, her handle comes from a particularly cursed doll).

magic & mischief: the black cauldron au. kieran had a humble upbringing that got very, very complicated very, very quickly. and it got even more complicated when he found a woman in a tower: “i’m princess alessia!” sort of an inconvenient time to meet the love of your life.

rumcake: who framed roger rabbit au. toons and waking--well, our reality, enmeshed. a detective still mourning his brother in the shape of a bottle, much to the grief of the fiery redheaded bartender who loves him. and now--roger. “you crazy rabbit! i'm out there risking my neck for you, and what are you doing? singing and dancing!” “but I'm a toon. toons are supposed to make people laugh!”

starry eyes: the little mermaid au. his tail glittered like metal--like stars. two things she was very familiar with. and as she gasped back air, her heart jittering back into a normal rhythm--she blinked. the sun was behind his head, blinding her, as she laid on the sand, still sputtering water--but those eyes. those eyes she’d recognize anywhere.

on the rocks: the emperor’s new groove au. she was a queen who’d been turned into a llama. you abso-fucking-lutely read that right. and they were just a simple shepherd trying to carve out a peaceful existence in the hills. but... she needed their help. and thus began a very bizarre quest to take back the throne, and her humanity.

sleight of heart: atlantis: the lost empire au. no one had believed in him. not for years. and he was still young, by the academic standards. but whitman had given him his father’s journals for a reason. and that reason--well. his dad might’ve said something about research, knowledge. but every time he looked at the princess... well. he secretly hoped the reason was shaped more like her.

puppy love: lilo & stitch au. “eggsy--eggsy, babe, that’s not a dog!” “well, look, i couldn’t just leave him there at the shelter, all the other dogs were scared of him! and look, look, jb likes him, don’t you jb?” meanwhile jb had backed himself behind a bookshelf, staring at his new brother, who looked a bit blue for his taste, if he could speak.

from the ashes: treasure planet au. ... look i just really, really want to see a more romantic cut of the scene with silver and jim sailing next to/inside of the shooting star featuring arizona and phoenix and to be honest who can blame me? please consider a grizzled, german ship cook saddled with this poor young woman who was just--at the wrong place at the wrong place time.

devil bois: howl’s moving castle au. the real question is who’s sophie and who’s howl, because either way, this is probably one of the better ideas of i’ve had in like three days. 

holy hell: up au. the king of hell never thought, for once, in all his years, that he would lose his wife. his andrea. but... he did. however, unlike the pixar film we know and love, this au, to me, takes a hard left turn: it becomes a journey of a man, his earnest helper, and a dog, all on a journey to find the one sacred relic that can reunite him with his love. yeah, there’s also a weird bird.

out to sea: ponyo au. i know this is essentially the little mermaid but can we please just stop and think about younger!raziel carrying an even younger!nereus around in a goddamned plastic bucket and feeding him lunch meat.

ancient cares: a christmas carol au. i know this is a bit out of season considering i’m posting this in october, but... sentinel, crochety and made bitter by the loss of his true love, is visited by three spirits (all of whom sound strangely--southern). and while it culminates in a changed heart, and a renewed sense of generosity, good things happen to those who do good. and he is not quite prepared when a certain someone crashes back into his life, to the tune of church bells ringing out yuletide hymns.

safety nets: tangled au. he’d been locked in a tower for basically his entire life. granted, he sort of... didn’t always have the best use of his legs. metallic or otherwise. but when a pretty young thief breaks into his tower--well he naturally had to slam a rolling pin into her head, how else was he supposed to react?

grace & choice: strange magic au. she was just trying to rescue her sister. that was it. if she’d known--if she’d known how gentle, how kind, how patient, the bog queen could be, behind her thick walls of malice, violence and dark magic? ... well. if she was honest with herself, she knew damn well she would have gone anyway.

secret gardens: snow white au. “karen? ... karen. it’s okay. don’t cry. you have all seven of us to help you. it’s going to be okay. we’ll help you find the prince in the glass coffin. just--just bring the shears. something tells me there’s uh. gonna be a lot of thorns. the queen’s sense of humor is funny like that.”

royals & robots: big hero 6 au. featuring tilde’s deceased older sister that didn’t exist in canon. although, now that i think about it... some of these lines may actually be a part of their actual canon as a ship tag. “on a scale of one to ten, how would your rank your pain?” “zero!” because tilde got hurt. and she was so used to hiding it from humans, she didn’t understand that she’d failed to hide it from an entity like pru.

hymns & holograms: beauty and the beast au. once upon a time in scotland--a man let his temper get the best of him. before he knew better, before he was given a chance to grow. and one day, a young woman--a scholar, with a bag of mystical tomes slung over her shoulder--blows in through the snow. not completely understanding the curse. not completely knowing what the price is of the magic at hand. “my name is morgan. i’m here to help you.”

[irant-rpc]

In Character Writing sample for Caroline Castle:          

 Running her fingers along her newly raised skin felt strange. The scar was angry. Twisting down her forearm, it’s branches reaching across her tanned skin. The pain had been unbearable for the first days after the fire but pain medication would make her vulnerable. The burning of Illyria had been a warning, the newfound peace had been short lived and once again her full attention needed to be on her family. Caroline sighed and looked up from her arm. The club that once stood in front of her was no more than a pile of ash and debris. It was difficult being back but her father had asked her to personally check out the rubble and she was not in the habit of saying no to him. She knew the club better than anyone else and if anyone was going to find something the police didn’t, it was her.

           Anger and anxiety flowed through her as she stepped over the yellow tape and unlocked the gate. Illyria had been her home, her safe haven, and now it was gone and had almost taken her with it. She could still smell the smoke that had filled her lungs and squeezed the oxygen from her veins. Cautiously, she walked through the fallen building. It was almost unrecognizable but she had walked through the club so many times, spent so many sleepless nights in her office, that she knew what had once stood proudly under her feet. Fortunately for her family, minimal product had been lost and all important documents had been digitized some time ago. The building itself had been the only true loss. Her own personal items however, were a different story. Caroline had been lucky to escape with her life, the only items she had managed to grab were a necklace her mother had given her and Julianne’s favorite copy of Alice and Wonderland.

           The book sat on her bedside table, the cover blackened with smoke and the edge of the pages singed. It was one of the only things that gave her comfort, fond memories of reading it to her younger sister. It was hard for Caroline to believe her bright and bubbly Julianne had taken her own life. It ate her alive at night, slowly chewing into paranoia and anxiety and now that Illyria was gone she truly did not feel safe. The police had found no evidence of tampering but had also not been able to identify the source of the fire. It was no accident. She felt it in her gut. It was the work of the Montgomery’s and she was going to prove it.

           After Caroline had circled the entire perimeter she pulled out her cellphone, she needed her people. She was going to ensure that every inch of Illyria had been looked over. Every brick, doorknob, even the surviving tiles, if there was evidence of foul play she would find it. She made a few quick phone calls before leaving the crumbling Illyria. Being there was far from pleasant for her, the only thing keeping her together and focused was the anger she felt deep inside. She had lost too much in such a short amount of time and the burns were just a reminder of it all. Physically rebuilding it all would be easy; the insurance would cover most of the cost. The club would most likely come back looking better than ever, at least she would get to redecorate. Emotionally rebuilding her family would be, perhaps, the most difficult thing. Her parents put on a good show but she knew they were broken inside, hurting from the loss of burying their youngest child. Even worse, her siblings felt distant, Alessia especially, and that was a feeling she was uncomfortable with. Caroline didn’t know what she would do without her family but it was blaringly clear that the feud was only just beginning once more and she’d be damned if she lost another loved one to the Montgomerys.  

Headcannons:

-Only her family and Aaron can call her Carrie

-Caroline looks to her older brothers for guidance and admires them more than anything.

-Caroline always carries her favorite knife with her, usually strapped to her leg or in her bag. She prefers knives to guns, she likes that they’re more intimate.

-Growing up, Caroline would read Vivienne and Julianne stories at night.

[rauliskafan]

A Hard Lesson in Miracles: Chapter 5

Authors’ Note: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, wonderful readers!!! To close out this festive day, here is the final part of our latest story!!! Will Natalia and Maggie reunite? Will Rafael have the perfect gift for his hermosa flor? Read on for more!!! @vintagemichelle91 and I hope that you enjoy, and we cannot thank all of you enough for taking our story to your hearts!!!

“This is the worst. The absolute worst ever,” Maggie whined. The traffic was so incredibly heavy that she swore they remained in the same spot for the past forty-five minutes. “Who had the genius idea to travel today? Oh, wait… you, did counselor.” Maggie’s brown eyes narrowed at her brother-in-law. 

“Apologies, Maggie,” Rafael said. “But you were my only hope.”

“Just call me Obi Wan Kenobi,” Maggie said, focusing on the traffic that moved just a tiny bit, but it did nothing to calm her impatience.

Along with the anxious energy trickling down from the top of her head to her tapping hand on account of the holiday…

 …and other things.

“I’d rather you and your sister call a truce,” Rafael said. “How much longer is this going to go on?”

After a few moments of silence, Maggie spoke.

“Before I knew that Natty was family, really family, I wished I had a sister.” Memories of her life with Diana and the days of loneliness invaded her thoughts. “Desperately,” she continued. “But now---” She was interrupted by an obnoxious horn blaring behind them.

“Where am I supposed to go?” Maggie screamed, looking over her shoulder, Rafael touched her arm, but she gritted her teeth and gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“Maybe this was the wrong call,” Rafael admitted.

“Think I have the monopoly on those,” Maggie said as a single tear ran down her cheek.

“Maggie, please don’t cry.”

“I can’t help it. I wanted to be the one Natty turns to. Because I want to turn to her. Especially…” Her voice trailed off, and when her tears intensified, Rafael released a heavy sigh.

“Maggie, pull over.”

“What? Why?”

“Just do it, please,” he said firmly.

She grumbled some words incoherently but nonetheless obeyed Rafael’s sudden change in course and managed to make it to the side of the road without too much of a fuss.

“Okay, care to tell me what this is about?” Maggie unbuckled her seat belt and turned to fully face Rafael who peered into her eyes.

“This has to stop,” he started. “The distance between you and Natalia… even the girls are suffering, Maggie.” He paused when fresh tears pricked the corners of her eyes, burning while the sun began to set.

“I don’t… I never want that,” Maggie said.

“I know,” Rafael assured her. “Look, you have to understand that none of this was meant to hurt you. This was me… this was all of us trying to protect you.”

“And a part of me gets that,” Maggie finally said. “I just feel like I’m in this thing too deep now. Like I can’t get out.”

“Stop that,” he said, gently grabbing her shoulders. “There’s always a way out of a bad time.” For one moment, he seemed distant. Was he recalling his younger days? Or was it still the nightmare of his most recent past? “And… and through it all, Natalia helped me heal. Helped me not to feel alone. Let her help you, too. Better yet, do it together.”

Biting her bottom lip, Maggie sighed. “I really miss the way things were, Rafael.”

“We can get it all back,” he said, squeezing her hand. “Natalia wants it. So do the girls… Maggie, I want you back in our lives.”

And slowly she laughed through her tears. “That is indeed saying something.”

Chuckling, Rafael still held her fast. “Then what do you say? Will you come to the party tonight?”

She started to speak but suddenly pulled him into a warm hug. Rafael happily returned the embrace and patted Maggie’s back.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he teased.

“Yes, I---”

Another horn blared frantically, but it seemed to magically do the trick, and the traffic began to flow steadily.

“Think we can still make it to that shop on time?” Rafael questioned with a glance at his watch.

“Watch me fly,” Maggie said, buckling up once again and merging into traffic without any hassle. “First the candy, and then… then I’m going to talk to my sister.”

Her voice trembled some, but there was no turning back now.

           “Hey! Need any help in here?”

           Natalia double checked the ziti to make sure that every cheese was nearly melted.

           “No thanks, Sonny,” Natalia said, pouring the rest of the gravy into the boat and starting to grate some Parmesan. Still, the detective lingered.

           “You sure?” he asked. “I’d be more than happy to lend a hand.”

           “Are you doubting my pasta-making abilities?” Natalia playfully challenged. “Do we need to have another cook off?”

           “I’d be game for that,” Carisi said, turning his head to the sound of Rollins’ laughter emanating from the other room.

           “That’s good to hear,” Natalia said, abandoning the cheese for a second to squeeze Carisi’s hand. “You must be happy to have Amanda back.”

           “Yeah.” Natalia’s smile widened when Carisi blushed upon meeting her eyes.

           “In the squad room,” he continued. “That’s… that’s what you meant, right?”

           “Sure, Sonny,” Natalia said, pecking his cheek.

           “Nice to be back here, too,” he said, obviously trying to change the subject. “Didn’t know if I’d ever get another dinner invite from you.”

           “Why would you think that?” Natalia asked.

           “Well, I… I mean the last date I brought by left a bad taste in everyone’s mouth.”

           She couldn’t help but cringe at the memory of Eve Selby and all that the woman left in her wake. Truth be told, she should still be furious. But Natalia shook her head and gave Sonny a quick hug.

           “We’re not wasting another moment on her,” Natalia said. “Let the past lie. And here’s to better things in the New Year.”

           “I like the way your mind works,” Carisi said, his head turned once more at the sound of Jesse calling out for him.

           “Go,” Natalia said. “It’s a party. Enjoy yourself.”

           He headed out, leaving Natalia to put the finishing touches on her main course, and Ashtonja appeared.

           “Want me to take the starters out?” she asked, gesturing to the marinated mushrooms and olives, the stuffed artichokes and the fried calamari.

           “I got it,” Natalia smiled. “Having fun?”

           “It’s… different.”

           Flashing back to the moments when they decorated the tree, Natalia envisioned Ashtonja in her lonely apartment, her mother lost, her grandmother seeking her own pleasure with no thought for the girl.

           “But better I hope,” Natalia said. She held Ashtonja’s hand, saw the girl’s face a blank slate.

           “The best, Natalia,” Ashtonja said. “I don’t know if I ever told you… cause I am like really grateful that you took me in.”

           “Stop,” Natalia said. “I’m grateful to have you here. The way you are with Violetta… that makes me smile every day.”

           Ashtonja almost looked as if she could cry when she picked up one of the platters with a smile.

           “She’s a cool kid,” Ashtonja said. “Guess she gets that from you.”

           Everything said even as so many things remained unspoken, Ashtonja left the kitchen.

           “Ash! Help me pick the music.”

           The older girl set the plate down, and scooped Violetta into her arms. Contented by the sight, Natalia’s brow still furrowed at the clock on the kitchen wall.

           Where was her husband?

           Wandering towards the window, she saw Brenna Harker standing with Fin. Trevor made a point of showing off his new gloves as Alessia and Rollins looked on.

           “And you should have seen this one on skates at Rockefeller Center!” Harker said, tickling Fin’s side and making him laugh. “He tried to play the novice, but I think we have a solid shot at the Olympic Pairs team.”

           “Who you gonna skate for?” Rollins asked, jutting her chin in the air.

           “IOC flag,” Fin said. “We’re a world unto ourselves right here.”

           “God, you are so bloody beautiful, Odafin!”

           Harker wasted no time seizing his face and kissing him full on the mouth, Rollins whistled, and Trevor applauded. As much as Natalia wanted to join in the scene, her thoughts kept turning to Rafael when there was a knock at the door…

           …and she swung it open to see Liv holding Noah with two Dodds at her side.

           “Merry Christmas!” Liv said, hugging Natalia as Violetta raced forward.

           “Noah! Look! This mistletoe! You have to kiss me every time we stand under it.”

           Now Natalia understood why her sweet pea had asked Ashtonja to braid the brand of holly into her hair, and when Noah leaped from his mother’s arms, Violetta gave chase.

           “Sorry,” Natalia said.

           “At least I know she comes from good stock,” Liv said as the Chief helped her off with her coat, and Natalia faced the younger Dodds.

           “Merry Christmas, Mike,” she said.

           “Natalia, I am so happy to see you.”

           He hugged her, and she felt as if she would cry when she swallowed the sadness back and faced him head on.

           “It’s been awhile,” Natalia agreed. “Is Maggie with you?”

           “She had something to do out of town,” he said.

           “She… so she’s not coming?” Natalia asked.

           “Your guess is as good as---”

           “Both of you can relax,” Liv promised, accepting a glass of wine from Trevor. “I have a feeling that she’ll be by soon enough.”

           Dying to know what the lieutenant meant, Natalia said nothing when the lights from a car neared the curb. She raced out the door and stood in the cold, blowing on her hands.

           “Atticus! Where have you---?”

           Her speech stopped short when Maggie emerged from behind the wheel. She seemed so small, hanging her head. But Rafael gently nudged her ribs.

           And Natalia held her breath as her sister ascended the steps, avoiding her eyes.

           “Hi,” Maggie whispered, her voice meek.

           “Hi, yourself,” Natalia said. Blinking against the chill of night air, she descended another step. Raising one hand, she nearly touched Maggie’s cheek when her sister leaned away.

           “I… I mean I know you said I was invited,” Maggie said. “Was that just lip service? Wouldn’t blame you after the way I acted.”

           “Maggie, I---”

           “Cause I… see I guess I kind of liked you turning to me for help,” Maggie continued. “Sharing secrets. Without that, I didn’t know what to… but it’s no excuse for---”

           “Maggie, I’m sorry,” Natalia quickly said. “It never felt right keeping you in the dark.”

           “So… can we be sisters again?” Maggie hopefully asked.

           “And friends,” Natalia confirmed. “The best of.”

           Extending her arms, Natalia gasped when Maggie flew into her arms, clinging tightly to her neck. She heaved a sigh of untold release to have her sister back, and as Rafael came closer, she mouthed a quick thank you.

           “You are more than welcome, mi hermosa flor.”

           Dodds commented on the cold, and the sisters finally headed inside, the room erupting at Maggie’s appearance.

           “Tia Maggie!”

           Violetta dropped her pursuit of Noah as she held Maggie’s legs and rattled on about all the steps they had taken to prepare for the party.

           “It looks amazing,” Maggie commented.

           “Are you staying, Tia Maggie?” Violetta hopefully asked. Maggie shot her sister a quick glance and sighed as Dodds helped her out of her coat.

           “Of course. Family’s everything on Christmas.”

           Violetta tugged Maggie towards the table as Lucia and Alessia played with the twins. Natalia’s thoughts turned to her ziti when Rafael pulled her into another room.

           “Atticus? What are you doing?”

           “A moment of your time, hermosa,” he said. “So, let me get the bad news out of the way first.”

           “Bad news? What do you---?”

           “I don’t come bearing gifts.”

           Looking like he had committed some unforgivable crime, Natalia moved fast to stroke his stubbled cheek and nuzzle his nose.

           “Atticus, you’re here,” Natalia started. “You’re home. That’s my gift. Don’t you know that?”

           His chin dropped to her shoulder, and Rafael pulled Natalia closer, his kisses peppering her hair. Holding her for several long seconds, the strains of Jingle Bells morphing into Rudolph and Violetta’s voice the loudest of all, Rafael finally, slowly drew back.

           “Only because you stuck by me,” he said. “Thank you for that.”

           “You silly man,” Natalia teased. “Where else would I ever want to be?”

           Their lips locked, and Natalia ran her hands up and down his arms until her fingers captured his.

           “So no sad faces, okay?” she said.

           “But I feel so… I had such a fabulous idea. Chocolates from Katie’s Kandy Kastle.”

           “How did you find out about that?” Natalia asked.

           “From you mother,” Rafael admitted. “But then the delivery got screwed up, and I had to head out there.”

           “That’s why you called on Maggie,” Natalia said, connecting the dots.

           “Place was sealed up tighter than a bank vault,” Rafael confessed. “All that candy in the window… almost like it was mocking us.”

           “Bite your tongue!” Natalia teased. “Chocolate is never wicked.”

           “Sorry. I forgot who I was talking to.”

           “The love of your life?” Natalia asked.

           “In all her Christmas splendor.”

           He kissed her again, his tongue tangling with hers until he sighed against her skin.

           “I still wanted to give you something more.”

           “You gave me my sister back, Atticus,” she said, her lips drifting towards his ear. “My gift pales in comparison.”

           “Hermosa, you don’t have to give me any---”

           “But I’ve been looking forward to it all day, Atticus!” she said, bouncing from one foot to the other, leaving his side for a split second, and returning just as quickly with a slim package in hand.

           “Merry Christmas, Atticus,” Natalia said, presenting him the gift and biting her lip as he smiled and tore the silver paper aside.

           “Oh! This was my… how did you…?”

           He struggled for words as he flipped through the storybook of black and white photographs. Edith, the Lonely Doll, stood in still frames on the city streets, imagining a world where she could never go home again. Until a certain Mr. Bear…

           “Abuelita always read this to me,” Rafael said. “I… so many times I felt like this lost doll. Can thank my father for that. He hit my mother. And Abuelita…”

           “Atticus.”

           She hugged him, her head on his shoulder, and together they looked at the book.

           “Who wouldn’t want somewhere safe to land?” she said.

           Fearing that she had brought up too many bad memories, Natalia was about to take the book back, say that it could wait for another day when Rafael focused on her eyes.

           “Lucky I have that now,” Rafael said. “Mi final de libro de cuentos.”

           Smiling, Natalia kissed him and murmured against his lips.

           “And you’re my storybook ending, Atticus,” she said. “Te amo.”

           “Te amo por siempre.”

           Kissing him, savoring his taste, she whimpered when he left her lips but listened to his voice.

           “And I want all of us back,” he said. “Maybe you and me on New Year’s? Can I take you somewhere special?”

           Excited for him and for herself, she hugged him and tousled his hair.

           “It’s a date, Atticus. But tonight, we have a party to host.”

           “At your service, hermosa.”

           They started back into the main room and saw Alessia and Lucia showing the twins two tiny plush toys.

           “Baby Harolds!” Natalia declared. “But how did they know?”

           Rafael smirk told the tale as the Chief approached them.

           “Great party!” he said.

           “Glad you could come,” Natalia replied.

           “Glad to be asked,” the Chief said. “And look… I need you to keep this under your hats, but word is that you’ll be back in the DA’s office after the first of the year.”

           “Really?” Rafael asked, his voice beyond hopeful as Natalia held his hand.

           “Hear there’s going to be a new man at the helm,” the Chief said. “Could be good news for all of us.”

           With a wink, the Chief moved back to Liv, and Rafael embraced his wife.

           “Hermosa, I…”

           “I’m happy for you, Atticus.”

           They nearly kissed when Maggie and Dodds joined them.

           “Food’s great, Natalia,” Dodds said.

           “Thank you, Mike.”

           “We have to do this again,” Rafael said. “Soon.”

           “Can you make it next week?” Natalia asked. “Some time after the first?”

           “Of course!” Maggie squealed. “I’ve missed being here. And since we’re not keeping each other in the dark anymore…”

           Her eyes began to well up. Natalia hugged her sister and kissed her cheek.

           “No more tears,” Natalia said. “This is a happy night.”

           “I know,” Maggie agreed. “But see the thing is… these aren’t sad tears.”

           Exchanging a quick glance with her husband, Natalia saw Rafael shrug his shoulders before looking back to Maggie.

           “I’ve been with her all day, and I have no idea,” Rafael said.

           “What aren’t you telling us, Maggie?”

           The ballerina’s pearly white teeth surrounded one nail, and Dodds wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

           “Timing seems right,” he said.

           “Timing seems perfect,” she stressed, reaching for one of Natalia’s hands and one of Rafael’s. “So… my Christmas gift for my sister… and my brother… how do you two feel about becoming an aunt and uncle?”

           Rafael’s jaw unhinged, and Natalia gasped, her hands at her mouth before she extended her arms and pulled Maggie in for another hug.

           “Are you serious?” Natalia exclaimed. “How long have you known?”

           “It’s barely a month,” Dodds admitted. “But everything looks good.”

           “Let’s see if you say that when I’m as big as a house,” Maggie quipped.

           “Are you kidding?” Dodds shot back. “I’m looking forward to working more pizza into our menu.”

           “Just hold off on those desserts of yours,” Rafael quipped, and Maggie slapped his arm.

           “Oh, you’re going to head back to the Kandy Kastle on your own and keep me in chocolate for the next eight months,” Maggie said.

           He started to object when Natalia smiled at him from her sister’s side.

           “Wish granted,” he said. “You deserve nothing less.”

           He shook Dodds’ hand, and the four of them embraced as Judy Garland’s voice poured through the speakers. Natalia snuggled deeper into Rafael’s chest, and Violetta danced with Ashtonja. Trevor kissed Alessia; Harker made the same move with Fin. Liv and the Chief sang with Noah as Carisi and Rollins harmonized with Jesse. And Lucia played with the twins. After a long year their little family was intact once again, about to add another member. Natalia smiled at her husband as the snow started to fall outside.

           And everything was right in the whole wide world.

[godsandvillainsrpg-blog]

AURORA GIORDANO twenty-five ♱ socialite + benefactor ♱ giordano

“I used to be a girl, a naive and innocent girl who believed in fairytales and happy endings. But while I was waiting for my white knight to slay my dragon, he abandoned me, and let it devour me instead. And now the princess has become the monster.”

WE ARE PLAYING A GAME OF EMPIRES

From the moment this blonde-haired principessa entered the world, she was the apple of her father’s eye. Aurora’s personality matched her name – she was enchanting, light, and insatiably alluring. When she walked into a room, all eyes were on her and her alone. There is not a person alive whom she could fail to charm, and she used these charms accordingly. A seductress in her own right, she learned that a woman has two tools primarily at her disposal: her beauty and her wit. And luckily for Aurora, she had both in droves.

Amidst the darkness and havoc of her family and its most notable hobby, Aurora was the beacon of light. As the fourth child, she was born just in time to evade all other child responsibilities; Franco was meant to follow in their father’s footsteps, Giuliana was their mother’s study in constructing the ideal femme fatale, and Salvatore was slated to be the rebel with a heart that beat for anything that went against their family. It made Aurora a breath of fresh air, a girl without restraint and without expectation. It was a freedom that could not go unnoticed – in how she spoke, the way she carried herself. Aurora was love and light, innocence with only a touch of danger. And it was this touch that made her so incredibly enthralling.

Objectively, Aurora has always been quite a foolish girl. Since her youth, her head has always been in the clouds, and her thoughts consisted of nothing concrete, only frill and saccharine; or, so it appeared. But that was what made Aurora so bewitching. Though she seemed naïve, there was a glint in her eye that spoke to a darkness untapped. How could she, after all, be a Giordano and not bear the same wicked taint of her forefathers? Though she appeared as lace gowns, sunshine, and lilted laughter, there was a hint, however subtle, of something else lurking beneath the surface.

Unsurprisingly, nearly everyone who met her acquaintance fell under her spell, finding themselves intrigued by her. Her father’s gentility combined with her mother’s seduction were a precarious combination. Over the years, Aurora had countless suitors. Girls practically begged to be considered within her inner circle of friends, while men young and old made no secret of how enraptured they were with her. She was a girl straight out of a fairytale, much to the chagrin of her overprotective father and brother, as well as her reluctantly envious sister. But like all tales, hers too would soon endure its own dark spin.

Despite her popularity among men, Aurora seemed to have little interest in romance. At least, romance in real life. She spoke of it often, an idealized notion of love, prompted and nurtured by her love of classic novels. Perhaps she had poured so much into the idea that nothing in reality could ever meet her perception, or perhaps she was genuinely terrified of how her brother and father would treat any man she gave her heart to. These thoughts, though, all slipped away the moment she met Christian. Finally, it made sense; she had been waiting so long because this was her destiny, and he was her one true love. Christian was practically family, a brother to Franco and a son to Cassius – it was perfect. He was handsome, clever, and irresistibly charming. She had always fancied her life as a fairytale, and Christian was her perfect Prince Charming. He fed into her ideals, and she allowed herself to believe it.

Many have blamed her innocence and naiveté for her failure to see the warning signs – but it was not. It was love. Aurora had reserved it all her life, and poured it out for him. Anyone else would have noticed his preoccupation with the family business. Although Aurora herself never cared much about its inner workings, her moral compass was guided by her father, and whatever he said or did was gospel. But Christian pressed her for more. After a while, when she spoke, his eyes did not match the tone of his enthusiasm. But, most importantly, she should have noticed the stolen glances across the room to her sister, the ones that lingered just a second too long to mean nothing.

But Aurora was happy and in love…and it blinded her. After several months of courtship, Christian made a huge display, an elaborate proposal that fulfilled every fantasy she had ever imagined. He moved from doting boyfriend to doting fiancé, never failing to lavish her with attention and love. Everything, every minute detail, had been arranged seamlessly for the day. For months she had worked tirelessly to bring to life her most perfect wedding day. And as she descended the aisle toward the man she thought would be her future, her everything, she could not imagine a moment more blissful than this.

But this bliss would be short-lived.

Before their hands could even meet, before her father could declare he would be the one to give her away, the church doors swung open. Though it replayed in her mind like a twisted movie reel, in the moment it was so surreal, dreamlike. How could she have not noticed the absence of her sister? Another in a long line of self-deceits, she would soon learn. Giuliana, like herself, was dressed in white. And when she saw the smug look resting on her fiancé’s face, confusion subsided to something much, much worse. To say the moment was heartwrenching would be an understatement so enormous it was unjust. The vows of her sister and her love were met with a chorus of her heartbreaking wails while the crowd watched in utter disbelief. Then and there the world watched as Princess Aurora’s fairytale crumbled down around her.

For weeks, she was practically comatose. She refused to eat, could not sleep, would not even leave her bed. Eventually, however, denial gave way to something much, much worse. All that time, Aurora played back everything, every little moment, everything she had missed. She was more than humiliated, more than angry – she was heartbroken. And it was this state that unleashed the darkness that lived within. She was mad with fury, her innocence ripped away, and now the princess had become the monster.

Revenge was all she could think about, and she has since lived and breathed it. She was blindsided, crushed. The girl she was fell away, and in her place a beast with only one desire: vengeance. It was a being her mother was only too happy to nurture and to feed. Aurora lived with one single solitary goal, and that was to wreak havoc on the man she loved and the woman who robbed her of happiness. Betrayal left her broken, but the thirst for retribution has rejuvenated her. She is a woman built from wreckage, and like a phoenix she will rise from these ashes and make her betrayers pay for their sins.

TAKE NO PRISONERS, LEAVE NO SCARS

LOVE If love was patient, Aurora would wait for it. In her mind, it would have to be perfect. And when Christian showed up, she believed her waiting had meant something. They made a wonderful pair, suited for each other and crazy in love. Little did she know, to him it was all an act, a game that would end in ripping her heart to shreds. When the truth surfaced about his lack of affection for her, it sent her into a rampage. After all, what better fuel for revenge than love? And if she was fated to never recover from his infidelity, then he would pay.

LEGACY Growing up, Aurora loved each member of her family deeply. She was closest to her father, Cassius, who never failed to feed into her princess ideals. Vita, on the other hand, had little practical use for her until her untapped potential bubbled to the surface. Now her mother has taken a special interest in her, bidding her inner demons to come out and play. Like her father, Franco has always felt especially protective of Aurora, and of all the siblings, the two of them are by far the closest. But the truth about Christian has sent them both in a tailspin of sorts, bringing out their worse sides – or best, depending on who you ask, as it seems they may finally be of use to the family legacy. Salvatore has a soft heart that Aurora has always appreciated and loved, though her latest development would likely put them at odds. Her baby sister, Alessia, has always kept her somewhat at arm’s length, though it has only ever been Aurora’s intention to protect and love her. Stefano has always been a particular favorite of Aurora’s. The two share in wit and charm, and now that she has a vendetta of her own, he could not be any more eager to help her along the way. The same, however, cannot be said for Caterina, who does not hide her disdain for Aurora. She thinks her weak, but soon she will see that she is no more. Finally, there is Bella, the girl who has always been her solace and confidante. The two have always had chameleon souls, of sorts – until now. Aurora’s new path will inevitably create a chasm between them, but it is a price she is willing to pay.

ALLIES Aurora has many friends, but allies? She has never needed them. All of these years, Aurora has been detached from the family business – but no longer. Katya has always been a close friend of Aurora’s, and she is now her connection to the crime ring. Aurora has no plans to join its ranks, but she refuses to let them take vengeance on the Lefevres without Aurora having any part of it. Another close friend with connections to the ring is Oliver. Perhaps, once upon a time, she would have admitted to having a bit of a crush on him, though she knew that their situation was doomed at the outset. Now, though, love is completely out of the equation. He may be infatuated with her, but he is also a lifeline of sorts to her, and one she intends to use. While he supports her agenda and has offered to help in any way possible, he is also the only link she has left to the girl she once was, and only in his presence does she ever get glimpses of who she used to be.

ENEMIES At the top of her list, without question, stands Christian and Guiliana. Christian broke her heart, but it is Giuliana who bears the majority of Aurora’s wrath and hatred. Even as a sister, the two never got along, though it was entirely Giuliana’s fault. Aurora could always sense the other girl’s jealousy; it radiated from her. Still, she never expected this. Now she does not even consider the girl her sister, and wants nothing more than to see her pay for her crimes against the family, against her. And whether that payment be in humiliation or in blood, it really makes no difference to Aurora. Lucien and Celine, though, also make the list – this was their master plan, after all, and she will break them just as they had a hand in breaking her.

THE REST She may not lack for protective male figures in her life, but that does not stop Stavros from keeping a special look after her. In the days following the incident, he was the one who stood watch over her door, not even allowing her family access to her until she gave the okay, an act for which she will always be eternally grateful. It is difficult to get information about the Lefevre family without an insider – and so Aurora has devised one. Valencia is not the brightest, and as it turns out, she is easily manipulated and seduced. The problem is that she worries Katya, her partner in drawing information from Lucien’s daughter, will lose sight of the ultimate goal.

AURORA is potrayed by LILY JAMES. She is currently UNAVAILABLE for auditions.

[awkwardgtace]

Caught Her Eye

Day 3 of gt july plush. Filled my mind with plushies. I have another idea i sorta wrote but didn't like rereading it so here's todays!

Alessia saw something as she passed by a store that she couldn't ignore.

Caught Her Eye

Alessia had never had a huge interest in plush toys. They were cute, sometimes cool. She just didn’t have a reason to want them. It was what made the fact she even walked into a store that only sold plush toys an oddity. There was just something that caught her eye today. Something that didn’t look like it belonged.

“Miss, can I help you?” an employee called. Alessia offered a smile before shaking her head. 

All she had to do was go to the display and pick up the toy that stood out. She’d realize she was crazy and walk away. Of course the problem was figuring out which one it was among the identical toys. There were the usual suspects. Cats, dogs, wolves, any common animal. Alessia kept her eyes locked on the rows of cartoon bunnies and rainbow chameleons. 

She had to admit they were kind of cute. It almost made it seem worth it to buy one if she did just imagine something.

“Miss, that line’s been very popular,” the employee made Alessia jump. She hadn’t noticed them come close. Just as she started to look at them, something moved. The very something she’d been waiting for. “If you’re worried they’ve been handled too much we have some in the back too.”

“How much is a bunny?” Alessia asked. There it was, but not the bunny she expected. “And a chameleon?”

“The two together? It will be about a hundred. If you want one off the shelf feel free to grab it, otherwise I’ll go get them from the back.”

“I’ll pick one out soon.”

The employee gave her a look, but walked off. Alessia rolled her eyes, of course that was the problem. This store had a history of theft obviously. It probably didn’t help that she’d been glaring at the toys the whole time. One step closer, she saw it again. The bunny first. The one that first caught her eye. As soon as she lifted it she saw the change on the chameleon again. She grabbed that one too.

A quick squeeze to each. They felt the same as any other plush toy she’d seen before. At least these two were weirdly cute. If it was her imagination maybe she’d keep them on her couch or bed. They were soft. A lot softer than her pillows.

“Have you decided, miss?” another call, another check that she wasn’t going to run off with the two. She walked to the register and placed them both down. A simple nod. The transaction went by quickly. Both plush toys were set in a bag as she left.

Alessia’s trip home was a blur. The next thing she knew she was sitting on her couch at home, staring at her purchase. At the store she was confident, but now it felt stupid. It wasn’t possible. A trick her mind played on her because of her usual disinterest. There wasn’t something moving inside them.

“Ugh,” Alessia fell to her side on the couch. This all felt like something she imagined. Probably because she was tired. A nap on the couch and then she’d put the toys somewhere. Maybe pick someone who would like them more to give them too…

“Del, are you there?” A quiet voice pulled Alessia from sleep. It didn’t seem right. Alessia tried to ignore it. Clearly her tired mind was pushing the things she saw earlier into her mind again. Maybe she was still dreaming. “Please tell me you’re there.”

The fact it continued took the dream theory away. She tried to be quiet as she opened her eyes. It took a bit for her eyes to adjust. The plushies were obvious. The thing that stood out first was the bit of stuffing in front of the chameleon. There wasn’t a rip when she picked it up.

“Ash!” Another quiet voice. A shadow moved in front of the bunny toy. Maybe a few inches tall. Too big for a bug, that’s for sure. As silently as she could, Alessia started to sit up. “Ash, I was so scared. I thought you might have been left behind!”

As she moved the bunny had movement inside it. The different colored fabric on its stomach opened and another tiny figure dropped out. The two next to each other made it obvious the new one was shorter.

“We need to find a way down. Before she wakes up.”

Alessia was up enough to reach the light. Quietly she leaned over. Click! The light came on, for just a moment she was blinded. Two soft screams of terror reached her as her eyes adjusted. The two figures backed into the bunny, nearly back inside it. It wasn’t going to hide them well. She leaned down, curious about just what was in the toys she bought.

“S-stay back!” the shorter one screamed. Long black hair and almost sickly pale skin. The taller one stepped forward with a glare. Dark brown skin and almost shaved light brown hair. Most importantly… They looked just like tiny people.

Alessia reached a hand towards them. The two immediately scrambled backwards. The taller one turned and lifted the woman into the bunny. It didn’t do much to hide her. She kept reaching forward until her fingers were close to the taller one. They kept a glare on her the entire time.

“What are you?” she whispered. A shiver ran down her spine as her fingers wrapped around the tiny frame. They were more solid than she expected. It only increased her curiosity about them. She tightened her hold as she started to pull them away.

“Stop!” the woman screamed. Alessia jumped at the voice. “Please, please don’t hurt them!”

“I wasn’t…”

The one in her hand started squirming. The glare shifted to fear. Alessia hadn’t really considered their point of view yet. She was just curious, especially about what she’d found. She kept her movements slow as she lowered the little person again. As she pulled her fingers away they burned. Almost desperate to feel the light weight again.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Alessia slid forward off the couch. Careful not to jostle the table too much. “I… you’re really real. Like actually really real. I thought I was crazy.”

The woman climbed out again. She ran right up to the other. Alessia crossed her arms and rested her head on them for a pillow. The taller one pushed the woman behind them. Like this she could get a better look at the two. Make out their eyes. A piercing green on the woman. Grassy green and watery blue on the other person.

She slid a little closer. An attempt to make out their faces. Fear was an obvious thing to find. What she wasn’t expecting was how attractive she found them both. The taller one felt sturdy, but now she could see it was from muscle. The woman bled elegance and beauty despite her fear.

“Wow,” she breathed. The two didn’t move. The fear didn’t even start to wane. She chewed her lip… “I uh… I’m Alessia.”

“What are you going to do with us?” the taller one asked. 

She furrowed her brows. What was she going to do with them? Tiny people were living in plush toys she bought because she saw them moving. She couldn’t take them back to the store. Maybe she could get them home, if they had a home.

“Just let us go, please,” the woman begged. “We can fix the plushies before we leave!”

“Where will you go?” Alessia said. That caused a change. Two small forms broke immediately. Confidence, fear, everything was gone. They were lost. The only answer she got was a shrug from the taller one. “Do… you want to stay here?”

The fear was back immediately. Alessia had always been overzealous. Ruined more than one relationship by her excitement to know new people or learn new things. It had never been easy to recover from. This would be the hardest one yet.

“I-I just mean, you wouldn’t take up a lot of space. It looks like you came with your bed or room or whatever. It would be pretty easy to keep an eye out on the ground for you. So why don’t you… just… stay… ” She trailed off. 

The wide eyed stares kept her from even trying to recover anymore. One day she’d learn to think more about what she said. That obviously wasn’t today. She didn’t even know how the two would get around. Those thoughts died as the two started to laugh.

“I’m Delphia,” the woman said as she stepped forward. She gestured to the other person, “This is Ash.”

“Ash, Delphia,” Alessia nodded. Those names would be permanently burned into her mind. Just like those tiny faces filled with fear. She didn’t want to be why that happened again. Honestly the laughter, the smile, only made her find them both adorable. 

“What do you mean by us staying here?” Ash asked. A tiny thunderstorm of a voice. Alessia already had a crush on these two. They could fit in her hand, she was insane. She’d wake up the next day, find the two plushies, and question her insane dreams.

“I guess… tiny roommates? Not sure what else you could be. Friends would work too.”

“As long as you don’t grab me again.”

Alessia opened her mouth to argue, but the smirk on Ash’s face stopped her. Delphia had a smile on her face. At the very least they were giving her a chance. She could work with that.

[robinasnyder]

Quarintineask 2 &3?

2. Have you made any new playlists since quarantine times? If they’re on Spotify, maybe drop a link?

Nothing new, but I have been listening to, on loop, a playlist I updated a few weeks before quarantine set in. It's musicals!

Before I post the link to the musicals playlist I'm going to link to a previous playlist I made that I love. And then I'll post the musicals playlist, and bc it's so long I'm going to mention some of my favorite musicals.

My playlist for my codywan fic "broken little lives". I still listen to this one a good bit.

Now the musicals playlist

Next, musical recommendations. These are the ones I have attached myself to the most, or just liked the best.

1. Heathers- yeah, I know this one is like dumb popular, but whatever, I loved it. I recommend the westend album as it's more up to date in terms of what the creators wanted. My favorite song right now is "dead girl walking". My husband's is "you're welcome".

2. Hadestown- this one got me started listening to newer musicals. I love it so much. My favorite song is "If It's True".

3. Waitress- can literally loop this one constantly. Current favorite song is "When He Sees Me".

4. Anastasia- I don't know if it will happen now, but I'm supposed to see the musical when it comes to town in the summer. Favorite song is "My Petersburg".

5. School of Rock- I am not certain this movie aged totally well, and the musical has the same problem. Because yeah, Dewey should like contribute, but Ned's girlfriend also shouldn't bully him into not even playing music anymore. I have a couple songs I love, so you get a list. "Give Up Your Dreams", "Faculty Quadrille", "Stick It to the Man", "Where Did the Rock Go".

6. Six- this placement was not intentional, but is perfect. My favorite (and my husband's) is "Don't lose your head".

7. Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comment of 1812- rec'ing this one just to recommend the song "Dust and Ashes", but the show is also excellent.

8. Beetlejuice- rec'ing this one because my husband loves it. The absolutely stand out number ia "Creepy Old Guy".

9. Come From Away- this whole this is a masterpiece. Honestly, it's amazing, has so many characters, but is very narrative and easy to follow. It is about the 38 planes diverted to Newfinland sfter the 9/11 attacks, and manages to be a reminder of the time, while being joyful and extremely funny, but not preachy at all. The only song that can even vaguely lift from the narrative to be it's own thing is "Me And The Sky". But it's honestly amazing.

10. The Prom- this one feels silly compared to the previous one, but the singing is easy to understand, and every song is at least pretty damn decent. My favorites are "Breathe" and "Barry is Going to Prom".

11. Tuck Everlasting- literally rec'ing this one for the score. I found the premise even on the movie hard to swallow (I rarely like the ending on immortality stories), but they do such a good job with the music.

12. Brightstar- another on the list for my husband because he loves bluegrass. I also really like this one. This alsk features possibly the worst person ever as one of the characters. You'll know him when it happens

13. Bandstand- I can get why this one isn't as well known, it seems like the show is pretty white, but it still goes in depth on ptsd and the fall out of soldiers coming home after ww2. Also, the band music is extremely good. I really love this one.

3. Make a three-song-minimum playlist of songs that make you happy!

So I am going to pick songs where cheer me up basically no matter what. And I list it below as well.

So here's the link

1. "Walk Like and Egyptian"- the Bangles.

2. "Sky Walker"- Miguel, Travis Scott.

3. "October"- Alessia Cara

4. "Death of a Bachelor"- Panic! At the Disco (aka, my wedding song).

5. "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring"- from "Amy Grant Home for Christmas". (Other wedding song, involves bagpipes).

6. "Lord of the Dance"- The Dublinera (the hymn is also my favorite).

7. "Chief Don't Run"- Jidenna

8. "I Really Like You"- Carly Rae Jepsen

9. "Crazy, Classic Life"- Janelle Monae

10. "That's Enough"- Janelle Monae

11. "Elephant Love Medley"- Moulin Rouge

12. "Bring It On Home to Me"- Temuera Morrison

13. "I See the Light"- Tangled

14. "Eternity"- Dreams Come True (Swan Princess)

15. "Good Life"- Tracy Grammar

[themomsandthecity]

115+ Gorgeous Names For Girls That Start With the Letter A

Choosing a baby name by the letter it begins with is a common practice in particular religions but can also come as a personal choice for a family based on nothing more than the fact that they like the letter. As a woman with an A name, I might be biased, but baby girl names that begin with the letter A are all so stunning, we could probably eliminate every other first initial out there - OK, maybe not, but seriously, these are all too great to not add at least a few to your potential list! Ahead, find over 115 cute names for your baby girl that all start with the first letter of the alphabet. Related: Based on This Year's Trends, These Are Going to Be the Most Popular Baby Names of 2020 Girl Names That Start With A * Abigail * Abrielle * Acadia * Ada * Adalyn * Addison * Addy * Adelaide * Adele * Adella * Adeya * Adora * Adra * Adrian * Agate * Agnes * Aida * Aiden * Aileen * Ailis * Ainsley * Aisling * Aisly * Alana * Alanis * Alba * Alessandra * Alessia * Alexis * Alice * Alicia * Alina * Allegra * Allison * Allona * Alma * Althea * Alyse * Alyssa * Alyx * Amabella * Amadi * Amalia * Amanda * Amari * Amaya * Amber * Amelia * Amethyst * Amie * Amina * Amity * Amma * Amory * Ana * Anais * Analise * Andes * Andrea * Andy * Aneesa * Angela * Angelica * Angelina * Anika * Anita * Annabelle * Annie * Annis * Antoinette * Antonia * Anya * Aoife * Aphrodite * April * Arabella * Arden * Aretha * Argentina * Aria * Ariana * Ariella * Arielle * Arla * Arlee * Arlene * Arwen * Ash * Asha * Ashlynn * Ashton * Asia * Astrid * Atara * Athena * Atlas * Aubrey * Audra * Audrey * Audrina * Aura * Aurelia * Aurora * Autumn * Ava * Aveline * Avery * Avianna * Aviel * Avril * Aya * Ayala * Ayesha * Ayla * Aylin * Aza * Azure http://bit.ly/2MfGWwF

[lovevelaquin-blog]

Songs Little Mix ACTUALLY co-wrote!

So, British girl group Little Mix have had 5 studio albums already, but how many of their songs did they actually have a hand in writing? The following is a list that details exactly that and are according to information from Genius.com, so no, I'm not making these up. *If you see LM, it stands for Little Mix, and indicates that all four members (Jesy Nelson, Leigh-Anne Pinnock, Perrie Edwards & Jade Thirlwall) were credited for the lyrics *Camille Purcell is the same person as Kamille, just fyi First up is LM1- DNA album, where the girls co-wrote 9 out of the 16 songs: 1. Wings- LM, Heidi Rojas, Mischke, Michelle Lewis, Erika Nuri, Iain James & TMS 2. DNA- LM, Iain James & TMS 3. Change Your Life- LM, Ash Howes, Tim Powell & BIFFCO 4. Pretend It's Ok- LM ,Miranda Cooper, Luke Fitton & Brian Higgins 5. How Ya Doin'?- LM ,Curiosity Killed The Cat, Glenn Skinner, Shaznay Lewis, James Carter, Iyiola Babalola & Darren Lewis 6. Going Nowhere- LM, Nicola Roberts, Iain James & Fred Ball 7. Madhouse- LM, Rocky Morris, Rufio Sandilands & Iain James 8. Love Drunk- Leigh-Anne Pinnock, Allessandro Benassi, Tim Woodcock & Paul Meehan 9. Case Closed- LM, Iyiola Babalola, Michelle Lewis, Cathy Dennis & Drop Lamond Out of these 9 songs, 8 had all four girls play a part, while Love Drunk only had Leigh Anne co-writing. ##### Next is LM2- Salute Album, which saw an increase in lyrical contribution by the girls as 11 out of 15 songs listed them as co-writers. 1. Salute- TMS, Maegan Cottone, LM 2. Move- Maegan Cottone, LM & Nathan Duvall 3. Little Me- TMS, Iain James, LM 4. Nothing Feels Like You- MNEK, LM & Kamille 5. Competition- TMS, Iain James, Maegan Cottone, LM 6. These Four Walls- Ash Howes, Bradford Ellis, Shaznay Lewis, BIFFCO, LM 7. About The Boy- TMS, Shaznay Lewis, LM 8. Good Enough- TMS, LM & Kamille 9. A Different Beat- Ayak, TMS, Iain James, LM 10. They Just Don't Know You- Fred Ball, Nicola Roberts, Iain James, LM 11. Stand Down- Iyiola Babalola, Darren Lewis, LM All four girls had a hand in writing these 11 songs. ##### Third is LM3, the Get Weird Album (Deluxe Edition), which saw a steep drop in songs co-written by Little Mix themselves- only 7/16. 1. Grown- Jess Glynne, Jin Jin, Edvard Førre Erfjord, Henrik Michelsen, LM & Kamille 2. I Love You- TMS, LM & Kamille 3. OMG- Nick Monson, Maegan Cottone, LM, Mike Orabiyi, Jon Mills & Kurtis McKenzie 4. Lightning- Maegan Cottone, TroyBoi, LM 5. A.D.I.D.A.S.- Drake, 40, Maegan Cottone, Jordan Ullman, Majid Al Maskati, Leigh-Anne Pinnock, Jade Thirlwall, Nathan Duvall, Kiris Houston & Anthony Jeffries 6. I Won't- TMS, Jess Glynne, LM 7. Clued Up- Jessie J, TMS, LM Other than ADIDAS that only listed Leigh and Jade, the other 6 songs credited all four of them. Thus, none of their singles that era were written by Little Mix! ##### Second to last is LM4, Glory Days Album (Platinum Edition), which again saw a drop: only 6/18 songs were co-written by the girls. 1. Shout Out To My Ex: Ed Drewett, Iain James, Edvard Førre Erfjord, Henrik Michelsen, LM & Kamille 2. F.U.- Michael McHenry, Jean Baptiste, Maegan Cottone, Leigh-Anne Pinnock, Samuel Gerongco, Robert Gerongco & Alessia Rita Iorio 3. Down and Dirty- Maegan Cottone, RØMANS, Fridolin Walcher, LM 4. Nobody Like You- Steve Robson, Emily Warren & Leigh-Anne Pinnock 5. Private Show- Maegan Cottone, RØMANS, Fridolin Walcher, LM 6. Freak- Jesy Nelson, Nick Atkinson, Jake Roche & Dan Bartlett Once again, other than SOTME, none of Little Mix's singles that era were written by them, and only 3 songs had all four girls contributing to the writing. A record low! ##### Last but not least is the album LM5, which finally saw a reverse in the trend as 8 out of the 17 songs were co-written by the girls: 1. The National Manthem- Sarah Hudson, Leigh-Anne Pinnock, Jade Thirlwall, Kevin White, Mike Woods & James Abrahart 2. Strip- Camille Purcell, LOCO, Sharaya J, LM 3. Joan of Arc- Youthonix, Patrick Jordan-Patrikios, Leigh-Anne Pinnock, Jade Thirlwall, Phil Plested & Shungudzo 4. Love A Girl Right- SisQó, Desmond Child, Camille Purcell, LOCO, Pal Joey, Tim Kelley, Bob Robinson, Robi Draco Rosa, LM & Marquis Collins 5. Wasabi- MNEK, Jade Thirlwall, Shungudzo & Michael Sabbath 6. Motivate- Youthonix, Patrick Jordan-Patrikios, Jenna Andrews, Leigh-Anne Pinnock, Perrie Edwards, Jade Thirlwall, James Norton & Yei Gonzalez 7. Notice- Leigh-Anne Pinnock, Jade Thirlwall & Shungudzo 8. Woman's World- Jez Ashurst, Jade Thirlwall & Rachel Furner Jade and Leigh seems to have taken over co-writing responsibility this era. Only 2 songs credit all 4 girls, while Jade appears in all 8 songs. (Technically another record low for "songs every member co-wrote", but at least the total number of songs increased!) Well that's all I have for this post, hope it's been helpful! :) #Mixer #LittleMix #Song-writing #Co-wrote #DNA #Salute #GetWeird #GloryDays #LM5

[naiasonod]

"These wars that once again ravage Tamriel...indeed, all of Nirn if we're to be entirely honest...are tiresome.

Repetitious, tiresome and wasteful.  I well understand the need to take up arms against that which Molag Bal set himself upon, but this ongoing war between the three present factions?    Utter rubbish.  There's never any shortage of young fools eager to replace the old though.  For vengeance, for glory, for pride, for gold, for love, for malice; pick a reason, any reason, and someone's out there killing someone else for it, over it or because of it.

'Arena' is an apt enough name for the world.  The Ancients get to enjoy all the drama and suspense of fighting over their influence and extent of dominion, and things like us?  We get the privilege of living for their causes and dying for their entertainment.

Does that paint them in a malevolent light?  It should. I regard them as malevolent to the very last, whether out of ignorance, arrogance or deliberacy.

I remember very well how the Ayleid Empire formed and got on with itself.  If there were any doubt beforehand as to the greed and stupidity of mortals or the capriciousness and pettiness of the Ancients, the rise of the Ayleid Empire and its long, ever-more embarrassingly tragic slide into abject degeneracy and sophisticated barbarity removed half the doubt.

The Aedra sending Pelinal Whitestrake and answering barbarity with barbarity, tyranny with slaughter and stupidity with stupidity removed the other half.

I lived through those events.  I saw them happen. I saw how they happened. I saw a great deal of why they happened.

These ruins you sift through, marveling over the pettiest surviving welkynd and bits of architecture?  I sometimes walked in the cities that stood where little more than dust and bits of shaped stone now remain.    

I attempted to counsel some of the sorcerer-kings of the Ayleid against the things they did, but their ears were eager to hear other words and flattering encouragements, not dissuasion and warning.    Others like me lived in greater number then, some perhaps as old as even I.   They were very differently motivated than I, and were much of the reason why the Empire they instigated became what it did.  

I meddled least.  I did not agree with the reasons that drove the founding of the Ayleid Empire, and my voice was neither welcome nor wanted by those hungry for domination and sovereignty.    

What they did even to their own kin, let alone to others of other species?  What they did to men in particular, but not in exclusion?    

I understand very well why it would feel very satisfying to have done exactly as the Aedra through Whitestrake, Morihaus and Al-Esh did.  

Did it help?   I wouldn't say so.   Things have a tendency to echo themselves. The things we do ripple, and those ripples carry further than we might intend, and often enough they come back to us in kind.  

The Daedra and Aedra know this. They know this better than I do, I'm sure.  

They really don't care, and the proof is the world around you, full of ruins of majestic cities and tales of ancient civilizations.   There is nothing in Tamriel that has been built by modern hands to rival or even credibly shadow the like of which the Ayleids built, or the Dwemer, or the empire of men under either Alessia or Reman.

And they attempted to grasp the ankles of that which had been before them, with relatively paltry successes most of the time and a few remarkable ones that, as in the case of the Numidium, couldn't be more poorly contrived and ill-advised.

I find myself to be a strange creature here. I am the odd and strange one by great measures, for recognizing that the only way to win this tired game of cyclical destruction is not to play at all.

I do not covet false glory, and I regard any supposed glory and fame for being widely known as a butcherer, killer and conqueror to be a pitiful hallmark indeed.  I have no use what so ever for fame, and quite stridently avoid it as much as possible...which is very easy to do in a world full of people scrabbling over one another, backstabbing eachother and ruining one another in futile attempts at securing power and control.

I feel, now as ever, as though I'm one of the very few sane beings in a world created by, and largely dominated by, gleefully violent asylum dwellers and the even-nuttier staff and administrators herding them about and generally mistreating and outright abusing them.

I bewilder over this quite often.   I wonder, from time to time, if there is anything I could have done to change how this all came to be, had I done differently than I did over the epochs.  

The answer is, of course, no.  Had I tried very much more than I did on the occasions I made such attempts, I would have been targeted by such violences as that have been otherwise vomited every which place, at everything in every age.

As it is, I've been targeted far more often than I at all like simply for existing, usually by some stunted, feebleminded twit imagining that if they put me in a box, they can poke me with sticks until I give them amazing powers and empowering knowledge.  

Much as I like people, its hard to like anyone but peasants and children during times like once more dominate all affairs here in Tamriel.      

How much more blood must the soil be soaked with, before it is enough?    

It will never be enough.  The hunger of the ancients is endless as themselves.  

How long must this pointless, meritless exercise in rampant suffering and the downward spiral of decay continue?

Until it can continue no longer, whereupon which it shall end and something else shall happen in its place.

Knowing the answers to these lamentatious questions doesn't make me feel the slightest bit better about any of it.

Never the less, I remain.   Many that I feel should be here with me are not, but there's nothing I could do about it then, and all I may do now is remember those that walked this strange road with me when they could.

Its always times like these; times of war and pronounced stupidities fanned to infernos of profound foolishness; that really bother me.

Everything that was ever good in this world has been repeatedly tarnished, maimed, shattered and wasted in these exertions.   Every time there is relent from the overtures of mass, mutual murder, that which is rebuilt from the shards and ashes of the past is less than that which came before.  

Someday, I suspect I shall walk a world on which most of its inhabitants have forgotten how to do anything but sharpen sticks and rocks in order to kill eachother with them between bouts of hiding in crude reed huts from storms and overmuch sunlight.

At the rate things are going, that should be sometime next Tirdas."

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Princess and Protectors

Day 31 Free Day. Here's the second one of today's stories. thank you @skmayor for giving me an idea that I wound up wanting to do as both familial gt and romantic gt!

Alessia and Ash are carrying Delphia home after she took a trip to a human city on her own again. She's caught up in her memories for much of the walk (Using the same world as Enchantment or Curse)

Princess and Protectors

“I still don’t see what the big deal is,” Delphia crossed her arms and huffed. The fingers around her twitched, clearly upset that she was pouting. It didn’t matter, she wanted to know more. It was boring being trapped all the time.

“We just don’t want anything happening to you. It's still hard for you to fly, isn’t it?” Alessia’s musical voice was relaxing. Delphia’s wings were sore. Traveling all the way here alone had been hard. Especially since her wings were still healing. It wasn’t always easy to keep herself off the ground.

Ash’s finger ran down her wings. It made her shiver. Delphia looked up at them, they were clearly worried. The warmth of their skin against her wings always soothed her. She leaned into the finger, getting a chuckle from their. Their voice always reminded her of thunder.

“We worry, flower, people know you now,” they whispered. She frowned at that. They always worry. The two worry about everything. It didn’t matter that people knew her, nothing would happen because of that.

Delphia had always been fine on her own. It was her favorite thing to visit human towns. When she did there was so much for her to learn. Visiting the towns brought her to Ash and Alessia. She’d never forget that day.

Ash found her right after she got cut by some wire. Her arms were mostly fine, but her wings were in an awful state. Almost shredded. It would have been impossible to get home. When she saw Ash approach she was convinced she was going to be trapped. Instead they crouched down to get closer to her. They made her curious.

Eyes of green and blue that reminded her of the clearing she loved to play in. Short hair neatly cut close to their head that reminded her of tree bark. Dark brown skin that radiated warmth. When they brought their hands close she couldn’t stop her shaking, but all they did was wait. She could see on their face how lost they were. It had taken everything for her to admit she needed help… and everything to accept that this person wasn’t about to hurt her.

Their hands were so soft despite the calluses on their skin. That day when they touched her wings they twitched and she whined. It left them with a look of worry as they pulled her close. Their heart was racing more than her own. A steady and fast beat that made her feel safe. She wasn’t scared of them at that point, they weren’t a human to fear.

“Really Del, just tell us and one of us can go with you. Both of us sometimes,” Alessia said. “Humans might… might crowd you if you’re alone.”

It pulled Delphia from her thoughts. Ash’s finger hadn’t stopped petting her wings. It was deceptively kind. She pulled her wings forward and away from them. The pair of sighs the humans gave made her almost feel guilty. Almost. Alessia started to walk as soon as Ash pulled their hand away. Delphia let out a sigh of her own. Alessia always said that, but no humans showed her any interest. They wouldn’t crowd her.

With her own sigh she settled back into her memories. It had been odd, as Ash carried her. They didn’t say a word that day, not until they set her down at least. All they did was rush somewhere Delphia couldn’t see. She’ll never forget how amazing it sounded when Alessia and Ash both spoke.

“Ash, what’s wrong?” Alessia had asked. It was like music.

Concern dripped from the words, but Delphia grew scared. Another human could mean the one holding her left. The fear died when the dark brown flesh that blocked her vision moved. When she saw the beautiful plump woman looking down at her.

Eyes a warm brown that seemed to lock on her tiny form. Hair the color of the night sky tied back in a bun. A face with rosy skin and plush lips that slowly contorted into concern. Loud words were said, words she could barely comprehend. Ash moved, putting her down on a table where she was at the mercy of them both.

“She hasn’t spoken yet,” Ash said. Their voice that day was a thunderstorm. She’d always liked thunder. “Some wire was above her. I cut it down after I picked her up. Look at her wings…”

Alessia crouched down to Delpiha’s level. Ash followed suit. Meeting their eyes she felt safe. Humans had always interested her. Two were staring right at her. Her wings needed to be taken care of, the cuts on her own pale skin too. She looked at her wings, their blue glow was too weak. She grabbed her black hair, pulling it forward and away from her wings. She would ask for help.

“Perhaps we can plan a trip to the capital?” Ash said. Another time her thoughts were stopped. Alessia’s fingers had flattened a bit. She could see more of the world. They chose to take the long way home. The way that let her see all the beautiful flowers. “Once your wings are more recovered.”

“Really!?” she cheered. That was somewhere she couldn’t get before. It was too far from home. Too far from her family and her role. 

“As long as no one argues, although we could probably convince them. Especially if you stop pulling stunts like this so your wings heal,” Alessia smiled. Delphia’s wings twitched, but she could try and avoid flying to see the capital. So many humans always talk about it… Ash and Alessia talked about it when she met them.

“Should we take her to the capital?” Ash asked. Delphia tilted her head. Rhys and Vincent had gone there.

“I don’t know. She might not be related to the one meeting the king-” Alessia said.

“My brother went to that place, but he said I shouldn’t go there,” Delphia said. It caused both humans to stare at her. Crouching to meet her again. They’d taken care of her arms and legs, but her wings were still shredded. That needed time and magic. Both of which meant she had to go home. She couldn’t get home on her own.

“Here I had started thinking you couldn’t talk.” The melody of Alessia’s voice made her twitch her wings. One of Ash’s hands reached for her, stopping before touching.

“Careful of your wings. Is there a way we can help those heal?” The thunder of Ash’s voice made her feel safe.

“...I have to go home.” Delphia stared into the two sets of massive eyes. Eyes that made her feel safe. It was the first time someone she met saw her and not a princess to use. “Can you take me?”

“What are you thinking about, little love?” Alessia laughed. The melody pulled her thoughts away. 

“When we met,” Delpha smiled. She laid back on Alessia’s palm to stare up at her and Ash. They were amazing.

“I wish we could have done more that day,” Ash whispered. They brought a finger close to her again, gently brushing her hair from her face.

“You two are the only reason I can still fly. It would be a lot worse if you two hadn’t found me… What’s the real reason you don’t want me going to the city alone?”

“Worry, that’s all.”

The walk continued in silence again. Delphia couldn’t stop wondering about the truth, but she’d learn eventually. There were too many things she didn’t know about humans. A lot Ash and Alessia protected her from. Rhys and Vincent did too. The day the two came back to find two humans in the flower field holding her had been a mess.

“Who the hell are you two?!” Vincent’s shout had scared her. He was the reason she started to be curious about humans. They way his eyes burned when he saw her in someone’s palm had been terrifying. “What the hell did you two do to her?”

Vincent grabbed Rhys as he tried to fly closer. Ash was holding Delphia that time. The silent way they passed her to Alessia’s hand was strange. Comforting in a way. They looked down at her and their eyes somehow promised she’d be kept safe. Safe from what, she didn’t know.

She watched Ash walk right up to Vincent. A conversation she couldn’t hear, but Vincent let Rhys go. He flew straight to her, landing in Alessia’s hand. Healing magic came from him immediately. Her wings burned, but the healing started. Enough she knew she could fly again once the burning was gone.

“Are you alright, Del?” Rhys asked. She nodded. Ash and Vincent came closer. Delphia jumped up. Her wings were strong enough, but Rhys flew up to help her stay flying. 

“Thank you both for helping me,” Delphia said. Looking at Ash and Alessia. “I’m Delphia.”

“I’m Ash,” Thunder that made her shiver.

“Alessia, can I call you Del?” A song that made her wings twitch.

The start of something amazing. The start of love that she didn’t plan to find… If her wings hadn’t started to shine a green and gold no one would have believed her. The special spell to help her find her true love or in this case loves.

Alessia knocked her from her memories again. Sliding Delphia off her hand and onto Ash’s. Both had an intense look she didn’t understand. They had this look a lot of times after they took her from the city. They wouldn’t tell her why. A quick kiss between the two giants she loved before the attention switched to her.

“Take care of Del,” Alessia whispered. She crouched down to Ash’s palm. Delphia wanted to argue, but giant plush lips stopped her. She was pressed down by the lips into the warm, firm palm. When Alessia pulled away a faint blue glow lit up her face. “I’ll be right back.”

Alessia ran off and Ash turned away. Delphia tried to fly off their palm to see what was going on. They stopped her. A look on their face kept her from trying again. She sat back, lying against their chest. Someday the two would tell her why they were so worried. Why the times this happened she heard voices and metal clashing. Why sometimes Alessia came back looking hurt. She didn’t understand humans, but she’d keep trying so she could understand the humans she loved.

Ash looked back before staring down at her with love, “Don’t look so worried, little flower. Just know we’ll always protect our fairy princess.”

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ooo are there any widely known myths about the new gods? Like being in disguise to teach humans lessons or fighting off beasts that threaten humans' safety?

I got so busy I didn't get to answer this!! finally got time though.

Doing all of this gave me a fun new ask game. Send me myths you'd tell of my gods! (plus delphia if you want)

I would say there aren't a ton of myths about the new gods (our cast). More horror stories about the old gods. Each has at least one though.

Luna: If a child is lost alone at night, the god of the night sky will come to guard them and lead them home. Protecting all from the monsters in the darkness.

Sola: When the goddess of the morning sky is happy the clouds will show images of kindness and beauty. When she is sad the clouds will be limp and lifeless. No love shown in their care.

Ryder: The god of war works to spare those who have battled. Attending to the warriors losing their lives at the end of a long battle. The battle could be with others or their own mind. He recognizes their strength.

Felix: They say if you are struggling in life, pray to the god of prosperity. If your request is earnest he might shed tears and offer the gems to you. A gift that would keep you safe for a year.

Alessia: If the goddess of protection arrives, the guardians will flock to her. It means the world is at peace, if there is any danger she will save you. If you see a guardian you've been promised luck and safety in the coming days.

Ash: The deity of nature has almost never been seen. If you meet them, nature itself will keep you nourished for the rest of your days.

Rhys: The god of love is often glimpsed with a small being. They say the being bears the grudges the god does not act on. Beware angering either or your relationships may suffer. Offer true sincerity and you may be guided to those who truly love you.

Dabria: Lady Death is trapped in her domain by lord life. He's jealous of her kindness. If you hear her voice or glimpse her when she manages to visit the world of mortals, your end will be blissful.

Vitus: Lord Life, the leader of the gods. A monster among them who controls them. If you meet his gaze you're promised struggles and pain for all your days. Only relieved if you meet a young pale woman, with hair of ebony and eyes of emerald. She will relieve life's curse.

There is one myth shared among all the gods:

They say the gods have picked a mortal to favor. Saving them from death time after time. Life gifting them eternal youth. The sky twins catering the sky to their whims, however it would make them smile. The goddess of protection sending all her guardians to keep the mortal safe. The deity of nature following them to grow whatever the mortal wants. The god of prosperity showers them with gifts, day after day after day. Finally the god of war, starting and stopping the wars at the mortals request. They say this mortal is kind. They say they're beautiful. They say the mortal looks of death. They say they are the child of life and death, punished for crossing their domains into one. They say the mortal will always return to where they've died... Never leaving those who killed them forget. All gifts from the gods rescinded until the mortal is once more happy.

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How’d the gods react to mortals making merch of them? There’s statues and shrines and all that I’m talking about the Hercules merch from the animated movie 😎

Ok this has been in my head since you sent it. Got really busy with work and life also being sick can finally answer though

So each is kind of different

Vitus: Smiles about it, doesn't get why. Is glad there isn't so much fear towards him that they don't do it. The only one that just vibes with the fact it exists.

Dabria: Fucking loves the fact merch exists. Is jealous that she can't have it. Vitus gets Felix to make her some, only she pouts when it's the merch of her and not the others. She wants to celebrate them like the humans do

Felix: Flattered, impressed, and also probably annoyed at some designs. 100% would be sending designs to mortals making the merch that he thinks is better. He'd show himself if they ignore it and wind up lecturing why it's a better design before leaving. He'd be upset with himself after, until the improved designs started being used and rumors about the god of prosperity himself sending it to the mortals.

Rhys: Embarrassed as all hell. Kind of hates it. Also kind of loves it because Vincent goes out and gets some to annoy him, but Rhys can tell that's not the only reason Vincent did it. Vincent wanted to show Rhys it was a good thing.

Alessia: Loves it. Encourages it. Even pushes for Delphia to get some (especially the merch of herself). Would use her guardians get get her own collection of it cause she can't believe mortals like her that much. (Guardians would also be into it and likely get merch of the gods they like best)

Ash: Isn't sure how to feel at first. Seeing Alessia excited would at least reassure them it's not bad. Delphia would go get some of their merch as reassurance which would make them like it a lot more. (Would also be the one to go to Felix for Alessia who clearly wants some she doesn't need to be careful with)

Sola: Loves it. Shows herself way too often when she finds mortals wearing her merch. Would just get flat on her stomach and ask if she can see it. Spreads good rumors about her.

Luna: Also loves it. Way too scared to approach anyone. Sola would drag him towards humans who have merch of them both. Especially if there's action figures or toys. He'd be really happy people like him.

Ryder: A little unsure at first since most of his merch would involve him with weapons. He'd feel better when he sees human kids playing with the toys to be a hero rather than a harbinger of war. Delphia would definitely make sure he knows they show him with his weapons as a point of his status as a god of war, not because they expect violence. She'd also have Felix visit one of the makers he's already gone to in order to have special chess sets made. Ones that Ryder would immediately love seeing mortals use. Chess set would make use of all the gods though. So Ryder would love it even more.

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If it's not too late, prompt 10 sounds hilarious for seer and the gods au 😂

ty for the prompt. It was very much not too late!! I don't know if this is quite what you pictured, but it's the first thing I thought of and couldn't consider anything else!

Naughtiest and Nicest

Delphia could barely keep her eyes open as she returned to the gods’ realm. This time of year had turned into a constant stream of visions. People making risky choices out of a rush to be with their families. It seemed like each time she closed her eyes another vision occurred. As soon as the light faded from the door she thought for sure she’d been sent another vision. 

In front of her Vincent was sitting with his back against her door and his head in his hands. He never came to the gods’ realm, he hated it there. She waited for something to happen, the vision to move forward. Instead she just sat there in silence with Vincent barely moving. He kept his head down, grabbing at something she couldn’t before snapping his head up to face her.

“You’re back,” he said. She’d never heard him scared like this. “You need to fix this. Rhys wanted me to explain the holidays and I started explaining the whole guy who watches everything with lists.”

“They think it’s Vitus right?” she asked. It made sense in a way to her. The descriptions she heard of the one Vincent meant, white hair and kind at least, matched the god of life. The other descriptors not so much, he did keep a list though.

“At first, I told them it was someone else when they asked.” He stood up placing a hand on the door. “Then I told them it was a naughty or nice list. Now…”

Vincent pulled open the door and she could hear the rumbling voices of the gods.

“I’ve already made it clear,” Felix said. Delphia frowned, she knew the tone he was using. Blaming himself for things out of his control. “Clearly the one at the top of this naughty list would be me. The desperation for prosperity drives mortals to cruelty.”

Delphia sighed, Vincent had already grabbed her arm and started out the door. She didn’t know how to fix it. The naughty list would probably have them all spiraling in some manner.

“Ash… I think I’d be on that list,” she heard Alessia’s melodic voice echo through the hall. “I keep hoping our seer would spend less time with the mortals… I’ve been selfish.”

“Vincent, how long has this been going on?” Delphia asked. She stopped following him, making him stop too. 

“I’m not sure, time here is weird. I don’t even know how long it’s been since Rhys brought me here,” he sighed. She could hear the annoyance in his voice, but there was a bit of fear in how his hand tightened. It didn’t matter how much she and Rhys promised the gods were kind, Vincent stayed nervous.

“Wars are held because of me!” Ryder shouted. She didn’t think anyone else noticed the slight tremor in his voice. He hated everything about his domain. “Mortals kill each other endlessly, many seek glory through it!”

Vincent took that as the sign to get them moving again. She followed along, picturing Ash’s face as they tried to convince Alessia she wasn’t bad. They rounded the corner, finding Ash and Alessia standing near the entrance closest to them. Sola and Luna were standing between the two gods. It was the first time in a long time she felt intimidated walking up to them.

“Wouldn’t that mean Lady Death is on that list?” Luna’s quiet voice shocked her. It was clear he’d been crying, but there was nothing she could think of as why. Unless he thought he’d be on the list from scaring others… “She’s so nice she doesn’t belong there.”

“Of course not,” Ash placed a hand on Luna’s head as they spoke. “She guides others; she and Lord Life would be on the nice list Vincent mentioned. Tied at the top with the little flower.”

Delphia paused just next to the gods. All of them were focused on the argument she and Vincent went ignored. Vincent brought her to the stairs leading to one of the counters and sat just within the shelter it provided. He didn’t quite let her walk out, but she did look back at the four gods closest to her. Sola was grabbing at Ash’s other hand. The child-like goddess seemed pained.

“Am I naughty for sneaking out to watch mortals and draw in the clouds?” she whispered. Delphia knew the others had missed it, but Ash’s smile and shake of their head relieved her. 

“If selfish actions put someone on that list I’m clearly the one at the top.” Felix’s voice was almost convincing. “There are countless selfish actions done in the name of prosperity.”

“Enough!” Rhys’s shout made her cover her ears. Vincent stood and pulled her behind him. Something made her think she’d seen the more volatile emotions of the god of love, it wasn’t easy to witness. “If you want to argue who’s the worst it would be me. The emotions mortals feel are what causes wars, cruelty, selfishness and anything else you can think of. I'm at the top of that list.”

It turned into all of them talking at once. It was hard to make out the words with how loud their voices were. Vincent started to push her back, clearly second guessing his choice to bring her here. Delphia moved forward watching the argument unfold. Only to think of the children from the village she’d been visiting.

The longer the argument went on the more she was reminded of the children. Shouts of who was nicest, who had done the most selfless things. A smile crept onto her face. After only a few seconds she started to giggle, then it turned into full on laughter. The room slowly fell silent as she laughed. Vincent had stood up to block her almost completely from view. She just couldn’t stop laughing.

“You’re arguing like children,” she breathed. She heard Felix huff and Ryder gasp, but everyone else was still silent. “They usually argue over who was nicest, but it’s the same thing.”

“Del,” Vincent whispered. She knew he was worried, but if he’d seen the groups of children she had he’d be laughing too.

“Little warrior?” Ryder asked. She looked towards where the god of war had been standing with Felix. He came closer than she expected, but it didn’t bother her. She stepped out around Vincent, a squeeze on his arm to promise she’d be alright.

Ryder set his palm flat on the table. His eyes were shining, he’d likely been holding back tears. She climbed on without hesitation, her laughter slowly dying. He lifted her up to his face, the fingers taller than her curling over her. She leaned against the closest finger, the exhaustion she pushed away resurfacing.

“There’s no top of either list. It’s just meant to encourage kindness,” she sighed. The fingers around her tensed. As quickly as they tensed they flattened, Ash’s palm held out where she could walk over to it. She stood and walked slowly, pausing just before stepping onto their palm. “I do have an idea, if you want to follow holiday traditions and give a gift to those you all put on the nice list that is.”

The eyes of every god locked on her. She smiled as she met each pair. She didn’t miss Vincent now sitting securely in Rhys’s palm too. There was no telling whether the others would follow her idea, but she’d give it a shot. The worst case she’d help them all do something to celebrate the holiday. Vincent knew more and could help too.

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Dabria walked out of her office following behind Vitus. Her little raven had asked them to go with her to the kitchen, she asked for things so rarely they couldn’t say no. Vitus kept glancing at her as though she’d know what was going on. He’d be the one they go to for surprises, if they weren’t too nervous it would anger them. As they walked the sky gods ran up to them. Luna grabbed Vitus’s free hand while Sola grabbed on to her. They continued walking as the two fell into step with them.

“D-Dabria,” Sola started, she gasped hearing her own name from the young god, “will you draw in the clouds with me today?”

“Of course,” she smiled. 

“V-Vitus!” Luna squeaked. She watched the god of life stiffen, unsure how to act from hearing his own name. “Will you help me write down more of the stars’ stories later?”

“Yes,” Vitus said warmly. 

The twin gods ran off, but before they could say anything Rhys appeared just before they took the turn towards the kitchen. 

“Vitus, Dabria, Vincent said he’s ready to meet the two of you, maybe over the next few days?” Rhys said. She sent a look towards her little raven, the smile on the mortal woman’s face a clear tell she knew the cause of the sudden change. Vitus just kept a wide eyed look on Rhys.

“Whenever he’s ready… Rhys,” Vitus seemed unsure how to respond. Honestly Dabria was as well. Felix and Ryder were quick to replace the god of love as he disappeared in a flurry of petals.

“Dabria, if you have more designs there is a mortal I believe would be receptive,” Felix said as he passed by. She just nodded at him.

“Vitus, have you considered my offer of chess?” Ryder asked.

“Maybe after I write the stories with Luna.”

The two gods walked off, Dabria grabbed Vitus and stared down at her little raven in his hand. She slipped two fingers under Delphia’s arms, the human woman helped with the movement. The small thin arms tightly pressed against Dabria’s fingers reminded her that she was trusted. She brought her raven up to sit in her palm, curling her fingers around the small woman.

“What did you do?” she asked. Vitus hummed, he was catching on now. The smile of the human in her palm didn’t falter at all. Delphia climbed to her feet, the small movements still shocked her.

“Nothing at all,” she grinned.

“I doubt that,” Vitus chuckled. Delphia just tapped her fingers, clearly wanting them to keep moving. It was almost tempting to refuse, to hold the little raven close until she found out. 

Dabria started walking. She wouldn’t do that, she promised never to make her raven feel trapped. She did hold the little human pressed against her heart though. Vitus slipped his hand into her free one, lacing their fingers together. As they finally reached the kitchen Ash and Alessia were sitting there. She smiled at the two before Alessia jumped up and approached them.

“Dabria, Vitus, have you seen the little seer?” she asked. Dabria flattened her hand, holding back a pout as Alessia took her raven. Ash walked up, a soft smile on their face.

“We plan to be in the mortal realm today… Vitus, Dabria.” Ash nodded and the two disappeared in a flash of lightning and brilliant light.

“I don’t know what she did, but… I’d be happy if this continues,” Dabria said. Vitus wrapped an arm around her pulling her close.

“I would be too,” Vitus whispered.