#but helanie means so much to me...

[thermodynamic-comedian]

helanie is like doorkeay except they actually canonically interact. and yet,

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

i am. so tired rn <-his ass should be sleeping but shshshsh- BUT YEAH!!! literally the entire episode when daisy was in the buried i was dying (POSITIVELY HOLY FUCK DAISY CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!) the fact that they learn to get along but not like they tolerate eachother just they slot togheter like puzzle pieces after their coma/coffin time- with jon trying to figure out stuff for himself and daisy sometimes and daisy needing company with her just sitting in the background of his statments *throws a chair and dies*

THEY ARE SO IN A QPR I GET YOU I SEE YOU!!! to me to me they are <333 AND WHEN DAISY APOLOGISED I NEARLY CRIED?? LIKE YIPEE ik i said this before but Character Development MY BELOVED <333

hihihi hello i have fallen into your inbox to ask for any jondaisy thoughts you have :]] (i love literally all tma ships- jmart, basira x daisy etc etc rhdhdhdh) JONDASIY!!! i haven’t finished season four yet but i’m close to finishing it so no spoilers just in caseee

AUGHHH HI LARK. JONDAISY MY LOVES WHO I AM NORMAL ABOUT. a lot of my (at least angsty) thoughts abt them revolve around s5 but WHATEVER

im ALWAYS drawn to characters whove been through crazy fucked up shit together (like the teens!!) that nobody would get if they havent been through it themselves. for them its the eye shit and the buried- daisy definitely seeks out company after being stuck alone in the buried for literal months, and jon is kind of her only option. i think they grow close as gradually basically everyone leaves them- martin getting lonely-ed, melanie splitting her time between georgie and therapy, and basira always off killing people. they have both been seperated from the world for months (coma, coffin) and when they came back, everything was different, and they adjust to that together. i love the idea of daisy just sitting jons office while he works, subjecting him to the Archers, and just finding each other after losing basira and martin. i think of them as a qpr but i will devour literally any content of them becauee theyre SO UNDERRATEDDDD

[sacrecean-archived]

she had been born where the empire now was. it was a strange thought, she could admit this much. she had died there, too. if she tried hard enough, she could almost see the temple in her mind again --- the fountains, the marble ... the people. that the fountains had been lost to time and that the marble had shattered, those were things that did not bother her. the thought that in all likelihood, her priests and priestesses had been killed, that was the thought she could not bear.

she had roamed the continent. there were many places she had not seen in a long time --- few of her summoners had kept her  outside  for long enough to appreciate her surroundings and with her heart raw and aching  ( she missed scorpio, she missed alexius even more ),  there was only the path of distraction that was open to her. but distraction was difficult to find if  everything  reminded her of someone she had lost. it was impossible to walk over a market place and see colourful scarves and then  not  remember that once upon a time, erida had worn the most colourful of them all.

and the list went on and on. mere money and not just heavy golden coins reminded her of caprian, though he had to be fine, even with her gone as long as pisces were fine. the logic-defying architecture she had seen in seven when she had passed through had made her wonder if ayse had ever seen something this glorious with her own eyes.

it made for a sad journey, she had decided when a stray cat had reminded her of aion; first watching her and then hissing, though animals reacting to her had become a frequent occurrence. unlike all the humans she passed by,  they  knew that something about her was different and they did not seem to like it at all.

now, a year after she had woken on a beach in caelum, she had finally come to enca. it was the country she had left last on her journey, the one country she still had ... loyalty for. or maybe, queen ceida  ( long dead, long gone )  was one of the people she was still fond of, fond enough to miss her. she had taken a small boat to the smallest of the three islands, and for a while, her days had been calm. calming, too, in fact. she had been able to put her thoughts into order, had been able to come up with something akin to a plan. once more, enca had given her the peace she had needed to think clearly.

and now ... thalassa had been born where the empire was now, but she held no fondness towards this place. especially not in this very moment as she stood on the beach, bare feet nearly touching the sea, and had to watch large ships approach. alright. she had wondered where she would turn her frustration and her anger with her younger brother into violence, and it seemed that finally, someone was stepping up.

there was no denying --- it would be one-sided, but the empire had prepared for this when they had decided that small, non-militaristic enca should fall to them. from a strategic standpoint, this did make sense, she did not have to be helani to see that. however, someone who was willed to fight such a one-sided battle did not deserve  her  mercy.

she could just have cloaked the three islands into a vortex of storms that no one would be able to navigate, but there was no telling whether or not the emperor had sent anyone with teleporting abilities. and she had not once, when she had been aquarius, freed these very islands to watch them fall in a war they had  nothing  to do with.

briefly, she wished that she could do something for other countries, too. innocents would die for something they did not have anything to do with, would be surprised by an invasion they did not see coming. but --- she had to look at the bigger picture, here. if she were to use too much power, she might as well send her brother her location herself.

it felt ... selfish. she was letting people die because right now, she could not risk a confrontation with her brother. with either of her brothers, though it was her older brother she was searching for. ophiuchus was somewhere in the empire, she felt it in her bones. she would find him, but not now. after the war was over, perhaps.

if she wanted to, she could end the war on her own. the empire was powerful but at the end of the day, they were mortal. even zeref, trapped by a divine curse, could not hope to meet her on even grounds. still, this was a war between mortal, was the sum of their mistakes. to reduce the casualties on one side would mean to doom the other and, even after all those years, she  was  a goddess that had maintained balance between opposing sides for almost as long as breath had filled her lungs. maybe, if another god would back the empire, she would sigh and back fiore in this war --- all to maintain fairness.

but there was no  true  god on the empire's side. if anything, they had mortals who were hailed gods for their prowess in battle, not for their golden blood. thus, in the spirit of fairness, she would content herself with guarding a country that had nothing to do with this conflict, that did not deserve to be dragged into a conflict they had not asked for.

now, watching the storm she had called, the woman smiled. there was something about this, about using powers she had had to reign in for months that was positively --- thrilling. somewhere, her former summoner would be swept up in this war, and while she wished layla's daughter the best of luck, her view was set on greater things, things no mortal could ever hope to comprehend. such was the nature of divine politics.

“ miss, miss, ” someone called and she turned her head, seeing a little girl running towards her. this was ... odd. usually, the reaction she received was different --- people ran from her, not towards her. but this girl, she had to be afraid. of course she would be. her country might very well become a stepping stone for a power-hungry country to conquer, to destroy. and it would make sense for someone so afraid to turn towards whatever looked like a way out of the hopelessness. and for all of enca, this was a woman who had been sacrificed twice.

“ fear not, ” she said, wondering when she had last had to fall back to this staple of divine phrases. it must have been centuries before thalassa had bled out in her own temple. not that it mattered, not really. unlike her kin, she had been good with mortals, most of the time. and she still was, she decided as she looked down at the little girl. “ you're safe. ”

and the moment these words passed her lips, she knew that she would keep her word. she was no longer a spirit, bound to a contract, but she did not have to be either. thalassa had been a woman, a goddess of her word, and she still was even if she no longer felt like she was thalassa.

green eyes were wide with either wonder or fear  ( or maybe both )  as the girl looked at the deadly vortex that surrounded the islands. “ miss, ” she said quickly, tugging on the hem of the goddess' skirt, “ who are you? ”

“ call me, ” the goddess halted for a moment, then she bent down and gently patted the little girl's head, “ call me elian. ”

it was an old name, a forgotten name. like her brothers, thalassa had had many names, all depending on where she had been worshiped. and elian, if memory served, had not just been worshipped as goddess of the ocean, she had also been hailed goddess of rivers. it had not been her domain, but those things had always remained unspoken. so she had taken the name, had found it pretty and tucked it away. 

and maybe, this was the name she wanted to have as her own, now. aquarius was dead, thalassa was even deader, but she was still alive, was both and was neither.