#but she finds the heart collecting fascinating i’m sure

[120percents]

how about that warlord of the sea gig

[edges-of-night]

Hi! I'm sure everyone tells you this, but I absolutely love your writing. Seeing your new posts always brightens my day :) It's a silly request, but could I ask for the elves reacting to a reader who's a Starfleet officer/from the Star Trek universe? TYSM and sorry if this isn't what you usually do

Thank you for your kind words, anon! It always brightens my day to hear that this blog brings people joy ♡

As for your request: People who’ve seen my main blog will know I’m a Trekkie, so I couldn’t let this classic fandom crossover slide haha! I’ve turned Reader into a Vulcan working as a Starfleet officer who ends up in Middle-Earth by accident (damned transporter interference…)

Enjoy the read and – of course – live long and prosper!

･ﾟ✧ Arwen.

Arwen is probably one of the best inhabitants of Middle-Earth to run into if you’re stranded in an unknown place. Whether you get beamed into Rivendell or to the riverbends of the Bruinen, the Elven lady is quick on her feet and recognises you as someone in need of help – especially when others speak of you with great suspicion. “Do not listen to their words. They have no meaning where my heart is concerned.”

Arwen is kind and curious, making it increasingly hard for you to follow the Prime Directive. She must not know about your starship, but of course it is senseless to try and hide your worries from her attentive gaze. Though she might not know of your dilemma exactly, she promises to help you find your way back home and always wants to make sure you’re comfortable in this strange world, being openly affectionate and sometimes even touchy with you – until she sensed that holding hands meant a bit more to you than an Elf… ♡

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･ﾟ✧ Elrond.

The Lord of Rivendell, Elrond, works almost as logically as a Vulcan, which impresses you. He is a master of knowledge and a lore expert with a vast collection of literature at his disposal. I like the idea that maybe the Prime Directive would not even concern him because he has heard of star-faring people but always considered them legends, until he met you.

Not only is Elrond an intelligent conversationalist – he is also the most considerate and kind host you could have wished for. He respects your drive for finding a solution to your problem but also endows you with comfortable quarters to retreat into, as well as a vegetarian menu to eat. To further help you clear your mind, he’d invite you to a session of harp playing. The music is soothing, not too different from your Vulcan lute – and yet entirely new – fascinating!

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･ﾟ✧ Galadriel.

The Lady of Light knows of your presence in Middle-Earth even before you yourself do. She immediately senses that something is off and delights when she finally gets to meet you. “How nice to have a face to the stranger on our earthly shores,” she’d whisper in your head. Her fascination with you is intense and maybe even scaring you a bit. However, logic suggests you have nothing to fear of her.

Galadriel’s resources and ancient knowledge, as well as the futility of upholding the Prime Directive, make the search for a way back to your ship easy. Before you go, however, Galadriel would ask you to join her telepathic palace – which you agree to. Her mind meld is more powerful than any you have ever performed before. It gives you a glimpse into her internal lights that are eons olds and yet young and beautiful. To remember it, Galadriel would give you a strand of her legendary hair as a parting gift ♡

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･ﾟ✧ Haldir.

Honestly? Haldir running into a Vulcan might be the funniest combination in this post – the stone faces would be off the charts! At first, the beautiful Elf and his ability to hide his emotions (minus his thinly veiled contempt) would fascinate you, as well as his matter-of-factly duty of keeping you out of Lothlórien. Maybe you’d point out, “It would seem we are both simply following our orders.” – “Indeed.”

However, you can be just as silent and stubborn as Haldir, so the two of you would probably spend an entire night just staring each other down, until he has had enough and finally escorts you to his Lady to make you her problem instead of yours. It is obvious to him that you do not belong here, so his sense of duty makes him care for you – which he would never admit to, of course!

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･ﾟ✧ Legolas.

Initially, Legolas would think of you as a fellow Elf lost in Mirkwood, which is good for the Prime Directive but bad for someone as untalented with lying as you. Eventually, you’ll informed him of your suspicion that the two of you belonged to entirely different species. He would ask you about your body then, as well as your workplace and perhaps your family. But after the friendly ‘getting to know you phase’, Legolas knows your weaknesses and will try to mess with you – in a playful and non-hostile but all-too Human way, testing your patience and logic alike.

That said, he will do what he can to help you get back to your world and ask many questions about it. “What is it like? To fare the stars as if they were islands in an ocean? What does the moon look like up close? Oh, there is no moon in your world? There hasn’t always been one here, either. Look that way… up, silly, not at me! You see it…?” ♡

By the way: The young Romulan warrior Elnor, a main character from Star Trek: Picard, has an Elvish name according to the showrunners. One meaning of “el” (as in the names of Elrond and Elros, for example) is star, and “nor” means run. In both Sindarin and Quenya, dear Elnor’s name roughly translates to “Star Trek”!

Being candid and brash, a skilled fighter and absolute sweetheart, I think he’d get along splendidly with dear Legolas, for example...

[strangelittlestories]

It was in the 6th year of the Wars of the Real that the anti-magicians and their Realis project (that all should act in accordance with certain physical laws) were truly challenged. This was due in no small part due to a singular invention from a family of forest witches.

Their discovery was as ingenious as it was stupid. And it radically changed what a disparate collective was able to accomplish in the face of both overwhelming force and abstract certainty.

It also caused a truly historic amount of epic shitfuckery.

From “I Fought the Spore and the Spore Won: a history of Realis and Resistance”

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“So, you’re the new recruit, huh?” The woman who spoke wore strange armour that looked like it had been grown out of wood. The helmet alone glinted with metal spikes.

“I … uh, I guess? Sorry, I’m kinda new to this whole ‘magical kingdom’ deal you’ve got going on here…” The recruit in question was wearing dull red overalls and a ‘what-the-fuck’ expression.

“No worries, kid. We put out a multiversal call for aid - so anybody with a latent magical destiny or a strong subconscious hero fantasy got pulled in. Very much a ‘To Whom It May Concern’ type of spell.” 

She patted him on the shoulder. Up close he could see that the spikes on her helmet were actually the shards of a broken crown.

“So, uh, do I get any kind of training?”

“You already did, buddy. The spell should’ve planted a ‘potential seed’ inside you. When you’re exposed to trauma, then just in the nick of time it’ll suddenly sprout into the skills you need to survive. Very dramatic.” She paused for a second. “Or you’ll die. Also very dramatic.”

“So … either I’ll be awesome or I’ll die?”

“Well, you would die … unless you have one of these.” She threw him a small vial. He fumbled the catch, but grabbed it on the second try. Inside the vial swirled a glowing grey-green mist. “You catch a mortal wound, drink it. Or smash it on the injury. The fungus inside will patch you up.”

“Fungus?” The man was a pretty even split of horrified and fascinated. He simultaneously wanted to throw the vial away like poison, or guzzle it like forbidden candy.

“Yeah, you ever hear of ‘ophiocordyceps unilateralis’?”

“The weird zombie ant mushroom? Yeah, I saw it on a documentary!”

“Well, a family of witch-mycologists - real wyrd scientist types - they brewed up this variant in their forest. They turned it from a parasite to a symbiote. If it knows who you are, it’ll heal your wounds, get your heart pumping, even move your limbs for you.”

“How do I get it to know who I am?”

“You feed it.” She grinned ghoulishly. “Chuck in some hair, some blood, whatever bits of you are going spare. Anything to sync it up to your DNA. Think of it as your very own cannibal sourdough starter.”

“And people actually use this?”

“Oh yeah. Folks swear by the stuff. They even had an argument over what nickname it should have. The winner was the truly cursed phrase ‘resurrection juice’.”

“...really?”

“Oh yeah. The juice brigade are pretty smug it caught on. Some smart alec tried to give it a mushroom name, but they got one-upped by the juice thing.”

“I’m not sure I’m a fan of sharing my body with a fungus.” He tried to find the right words to articulate the niggling philosophical nuances of the idea and failed. “It feels like, I dunno, a bad idea?”

“Oh, it’s a terrible idea. A real crock of stupid. Pure idiot-fuel. But sometimes, when the world’s against you, the truly bad idea is the only one you have.”

“But, I mean, once the fungus takes over … would I still even be me?” The urge to gobble up the taboo canape had begun to be edged out by the existential dread.

“Look at it this way: you’d be mushroom food anyways, right? Why not let it be mushrooms who think they’re you? I think it’s kinda comforting that when the time comes, I can just relax and let fungus take the wheel.”

The man paused for a second, pondering the nature of life, decay, and resurrection.

“Anyways, they’ll be summoning the portal to pipe us out on our first mission soon. So best get ready.” The princess (for that’s what she was) thought for a second, then asked: “By the way … what did you do before you got sucked up into this particular asscrack, anyhow?”

The man gulped.

“I was a plumber.” He said.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hey girl/boy Heyy so what if yan!flamehashira!Senjuro with a demonslayer+lovebreathinguser!reader who even tho is energetic, has a heart of literal shiny gold with pure intentions she is gullible, straight up reckless/impulsive with no such knowledge of what fear is?? (Reader is based of a kny oc i have lolz + we making Senjuro become a flame hashira because why the hell not + (cue Senjuro almost having double heart attacks the moment his s/o literally fucking JUMPS into an ongoing battle with a demon like it's nothing)

I’m a girl, thank you! Cutee! Okay! So I assume Senjuro takes up the mantle from Kyojuro! I like the idea!

Yandere! Flame Hashira! Rengoku Senjuro

Senjuro may have spent years and years to become the new Flame Hashira after his beloved big brother was taken away from him, but all his intense hardwork means nothing to him now…

Now that you’ve showed up, Senjuro’s world has changed for good. Introduced as Mitsuri’s cute friendly Tsuguko! He can barely function in his position anymore as he falls deeply in love with you

After the meeting, Senjuro just can’t stop thinking about you and his growing obsession gets so bad that he needs to see you to quell his overwhelming desires of you. It’s get so bad that it’s painful, he needs to find you and figure out why he feels this way

Senjuro gets the closer and closer to you since he has realised he wants to get to know you. He wants to make you more than his friend and it breaks his heart that you suggest looking for a boyfriend of your own

Senjuro is fascinated by the way you perform your master’s Love Breathing. You look so beautiful and skilled, it makes his flame-coloured eyes shape into love hearts. You’ve taken his heart and ran away with it, his love for you is devoted entirely to you

Senjuro abuses his Hashira position quite a lot, all so he can be besides you. He has lots of experience and talent under his belt, you’d happily follow his orders, right? Sure, you’re working under Mitsuri, but he is much better. Ignore her, he can fight and cook. Isn’t that nice?

Senjuro shares quite a lot of Yandere traits with Kyojuro. He is scary, he is switchcard-like inbetween normal and Yandere, he is passive-aggressive, he is willing to threaten and scare his rivals with his katana to ensure nobody will touch you

Senjuro simply loves your pure shiny heart of gold, you never have bad intentions. Your every action is thought-out to benefit people and he adores such a wonderful woman like you. He keeps note on your behaviours so he can fit into his delusional fantasies, make a picture of mental image of you

Senjuro basically explodes when you jump into battle independently. You can handle yourself very well, but that doesn’t mean he will let go of his overprotective nature because he won’t. He loves you too much to let you die, especially with how reckless you are

You’re gullible with a complete lack of fear and that strikes Senjuro with so much stress and concern over your safety and life is forcing his hand into constantly monitoring you. It’s killing two humans with one katana; it helps him collect needed information on you and makes sure you won’t ever be in danger without him knowing

Senjuro is obsessive and possessive over you, that it’s scary. He clings onto your hand and pulls you away from the general public, trying to smoothly verbally manipulate you into paying attention to him solely. He can’t stand you merely looking at somebody else, he wants your eyes on him and he’ll do anything to get those eyes

“Darling-tea, don’t push yourself too far. Those… civilians lives and this career isn’t worth your sweat nor blood! How about we go inside and I’ll make us your favourite refreshments? You’ve done more than enough, I’m proud”

[eclecticpagann]

𝕆𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕤

Today, while discussing my goddesses and practices with my best friend, I was inspired by her decision to follow a path of devotion to the Celtic goddess of war, death, and fate, Morrigan. Her enthusiasm motivated me to finally take action and make a devotional offering to my goddesses, after a long period of personal healing.

Usually, I place offerings for Aphrodite directly on her altar. However, I haven’t been able to create a proper altar for Hel*, so I decided on an alternative approach: offering bowls.

So, without further ado, I present my offering bowls! I’ll be color-coding sections to help you easily find the important information through my ramblings.

[Content Warning: Mentions of real animal bones, blood.]

Let’s start with Hel’s offering bowl. In my digital journal, I mentioned/found that it’s best to leave food offerings until they are completely rotted away. Once that happens, all non-perishable items will be thoroughly washed and returned to Hel for devotional purposes. Any perishable remnants will be buried and returned to the earth.

What’s Inside Hel’s Offering Bowl?

Let’s begin with the more unusual items:

- Animal bones and a small vial of my own dried blood.

This might sound intense, but everything was ethically collected. The dried blood comes from a series of stress nosebleeds I had during a difficult time in my life. Offering blood to Hel is said to be a way for her to accept your pain and sorrow, so it felt fitting to include this little bottle of ground dried blood. The small animal bones are from a poultry dinner I had years ago. Initially, I saved them for work with another deity, but it turns out Hel was the one calling to me.

Now, for the rest of the offerings: In the bowl, there’s a Viking apple from my local orchard, honoring "Hel’s Orchard." There are also chunks of black obsidian and rainbow moonstone. Along with these, I’ve included crushed dried rose petals, dried yarrow buds, and dried rosebuds. To complete the offering, I added a black chime candle and a stick of myrrh incense.

Next is Aphrodite’s Offering Bowl.

For her, I’ll be removing the apple at the first sign of rot or decay—I like to keep her offerings as neat and beautiful as she is.

What’s Inside Aphrodite’s Offering Bowl?

Not to quote a popular meme, but compared to Hel’s bowl, Aphrodite’s is very mindful and demure.

Her bowl contains crushed dried rose petals and dried rosebuds, complemented by a scoop of crushed basil and a few sticks of cinnamon. There is a small collection of shells, including an “aura” shell*. Alongside the shells, I placed a chunk of rose quartz, a heart-shaped rose quartz, and a piece of angel aura quartz.

She was also given a Viking apple from my local orchard, as the apple is one of Aphrodite’s sacred fruits. To finish, I included a pink chime candle and a stick of myrrh incense.

Closing Thoughts

I found so much joy in creating these offering bowls, and I encourage you to try making one for your own deity—I’m sure they would appreciate it.

One last note: While assembling these bowls, I noticed a good few similarities in the offerings for both goddesses, which I found fascinating! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading through this, and thank you for taking the time to read my little post about the goddesses I am devoted to.

* For now, I have a mini or travel-sized altar for Hel in an old mint tin until I can create a proper altar.

* When I refer to “aura,” I'm talking about a treatment used on quartz, where platinum and silver are bonded with pure quartz to create “angel aura quartz,” which has a similar effect.

[cagednoob]

More turtles….

Yeah some of these I’m not super duper happy about. Clothes are hard. But I had fun theorizing about them! The one most likely to have clothes change is Jennika cause… yeah. Other than Mei and Lita, designs are also viable to change.

I just wanted casual clothes :( but I had no idea what to do 8n8

So rambles about ideas under the read more!

Mei (AKA Venus)

Mei is one of the two siblings that is swept away from the turtle brothers. And she is found by Tang Shen, a zoologist (or something). Shen at first thinks Mei is just a weird weird new species, until she actually starts to mimic her, and cling to her side similar to a child.

Shen realizing this is so much more and instantly getting attached decides fuck it. Time to raise a turtle baby. She moves out to more rural areas within New York to raise Mei where she can be safe and hidden away from people who would want to hurt her. She buys a farm off a nice family and packs everything up to go.

Mei is raised sheltered underneath her mother, and is homeschooled. She loves the countryside, and it allows her to explore to her heart’s content.

She has her own collection of things she finds outside: bugs, feathers, rocks, interesting plants and sometimes the few bone fragments around.

Mei does have at least one friend. The kid(s) of the family who previously owned the land would sometime come out to the property in childish rebellion and they met one day. So she does have that at least.

They’re fascinated by her, and also she’s smart and will do their homework for free. And she’s just eager to hear about the city life and the people!

Teng isn’t the most thrilled about this. But by the time she discovers this, there isn’t much she can do to stop it. Eventually she starts dating a man named Yoshi, and yeah at first he is freaked out by the fact his girlfriend has a mutant turtle daughter. But he eventually just shrugs about it cause there’s weirder things out there.

Mei gets to meet the turtles one day, but it isn’t a sibling bond. More of a friendly bond. And she does get to go to school! Which she’s super eager about and absolutely bouncing about. Aaaaand one day she does get a younger sister when Teng and Yoshi have a daughter named Miwa.

- Why Yoshi and Teng are her parents here is because Baxter and Superfly are separated so I figured why not.

- Also making her keep the name Mei, since there’s plenty of artists named Mei and I do like it ngl.

Frida

Frida is one of the two and that is separated from the brothers, and gets the short end of the stick sort of. Similar to the brothers she gets adopted by another mutant who is mutated by touching the ooze on her.

This mutant happened to be a spider, who becomes Big Mama. Who considers eating Frida, but decided not to. For reasons I haven’t decided yet.

Big Mama does love Frida, but mostly sees her as just a source to provide her with food. And Frida knows her job from a young age to provide for mama. She’s ruthless and uncaring to anything she grabs for her Mama.

Frida gets the short end of the stick as she is very much just a tool for Mama. And has to essentially fend for herself and teach herself. She’s quiet and calculating and just surviving rather than living.

Not sure how she would meet the other turtles, but it’s kind of a shock to her seeing the contrast of how she grew up and them (and Mei). She still has that instinct to feed her Mama, but also… it’s so nice to just relax? And not have to worry about her next meal, or if her parental figure is going to devour her if she gets too hungry.

Frida either moves in with Mei and her family OR with the turtles in my hypothetical AU. She still goes and visits her Mama who is mourning her loss tbh, but it is nice to just live in a stable environment once.

I imagine once Mama has changed enough and made an actual nice living place for Frida, she does move back in. They both learn how to be a family after seeing how other mutants have worked to do the same.

- Frida is super last minute as I just recently found out about her. Also I know she’s the “Venus” of ROTTMNT, buuuuuut they had also said new characters instead. So new character route.

- She wears dark clothes more frequently than the turtles. Buuuut after a while of learning to live she becomes a color fanatic.

Lita & Jennika

Lita and Jennika are “siblings” as they’re a part of an experimental batch. An experimental batch made by T.C.R.I.. They had successfully milked the turtles of ooze, and decided to make more stock to produce more.

And thus Lita and Jennika were grabbed to provide more of this ooze aaaaaaand they didn’t grab two turtles of the same age. Lita is very much a baby, and far too young to go through that.

Jennika is the only one old enough to produce ooze without potentially dying. But she’s only one individual and can’t go through this constantly. So T.C.R.I. is just stuck in a vicious cycle of not being able to get the amount they want cause they need to let her take breaks.

Jennika is very duty oriented, because this was what she was made for. This is her job and her life purpose. Buuuuut she is soft for Lita who is just a baby. And is basically a parent to her.

They get busted out and Jennika has the hardest time adjusting to freedom. She probably bonds hard with Frida tbh. But she is the closest to become a part of the brothers dynamic. She’s just got the cool older serious sister vibes.

Which tbh she’s spent her life taking care of Frida, so she sees them and goes “is anyone gonna stop these knuckleheads” and steps in.

Lita is adopted by Splinter and Stunkbug, and tries to also be the parent of Jennika. But she’s a tad resistant to that. And absolutely stressed about her baby sister not being her responsibility.

Lita gets to grow up in a family where she isn’t encouraged to stay hidden, and isn’t a product to be produced by a big evil company.

- If Frida was last minute then these two are SUPER last minute.

- They’re together since I haven’t figured out too much tbh about either of them. Just this much.

- Lita is adopted by Splinter and is raised as his daughter. Since I kind of am not a great fan of her seeing the brothers as her dads. Idk I just don’t like it personally.

- I played with the idea of Jennika being taken in by Shredder to pay homage to her origins in comic as a foot soldier. But ehhh it felt even more clunky tbh.

- Also neither are humans since I’m not sure if MM if human-to-mutant is even a thing. But that’s down to change. And if so I will probably make Jennika at least a weird mix of human/turtle (Lita can stay turtle tho).

[aalissy]

Emma, Louis, Hugo

Whoohoo!! Welcome to the end of Adrienette April for this year!! I really hope you enjoy this lil ending chapter <3. Also, please feel free to join me tomorrow as I begin Marichat May :)

AO3

Adrien and Marinette sat on the balcony of their cozy Parisian apartment, sipping on hot cocoa as they watched the city lights twinkle in the distance. The soft glow of the moon bathed them in a warm embrace, casting a serene ambiance around them. They finally got to take a brief moment of rest as their kids were inside, sleeping for what would hopefully be the rest of the night.

Marinette sighed contentedly, leaning her head on Adrien's shoulder. "I dreamed about times like this, you know," she mused, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. “Us and the three kids. I had their names picked out since middle school and everything.”

Adrien wrapped an arm around Marinette, gazing into her eyes with affection. "And what beautiful names they are," he said, brushing a kiss against her forehead. "You know, I’d still give everything to go and tell younger you that someday you’d end up married to me. And that we’d use those names you picked out and everything. I’d just love to see you blush and stammer again."

She shoved his shoulder, rolling her eyes at him even as her lips twitched with amusement. “And I’d love to go tell middle school you that he’d end up married to Ladybug. I’m sure he’d turn just as red if not redder.”

She stuck her tongue out at him and Adrien threw his head back in a loud laugh. “You know, you’re probably right,” he managed to say after his laughter subsided.

A comfortable silence settled between them as they sipped on their hot cocoa. They looked out at the beautiful, twinkling stars, listening to the sounds of the streets of Paris that came from below them. It was peaceful. A wonderful, warm night.

Marinette eventually broke the silence by giggling, her eyes twinkling with fond memories. "Remember when Emma turned our living room into an art studio, and we found paint on everything, including Plagg?"

Adrien chuckled, nodding in agreement. "How could I forget? Plagg wouldn’t shut up about that incident for weeks. He forced me to buy him boxes and boxes of camembert to make up for it." His voice turned more nasally as he attempted to do an impression of the kwami. “Gods are not meant to be purple, Adrien. Tell your offspring to paint the canvas. Not me.”

Marinette snorted. “Yes, I do remember that! Tikki was positively delighted by Plagg’s little color change. She laughed at him every chance she got. Between you and me, I think she even tried to get little Emma to do it again.”

“My lips are sealed,” Adrien said, making a gesture of zipping his lips shut.

"And what about sweet Louis?" Marinette continued with a playful glint in her eyes. "Our little explorer who once convinced us to go on a 'treasure hunt' in the park, only to find a collection of shiny rocks and leaves."

Adrien laughed, shaking his head fondly at the memory. "He's got my adventurous spirit, that's for sure. And adorable, baby Hugo has always been fascinated by the simplest things in nature. I love how he finds beauty in everything around him."

"He gets that from you too, Adrien," Marinette remarked, a soft smile on her face. "You've always had a way of seeing the beauty in the world."

“Then little Emma definitely inherited your artistic talent.” He grinned back at her.

“Of course she did!” she said proudly, lifting up her chin. “Who do you think also grew up painting the walls in my parents’ home?”

As they reminisced about their children's antics and milestones, their hearts swelled with gratitude for the family they had created together. Adrien squeezed Marinette's hand gently, his gaze filled with love. "I'm so grateful that we managed to find each other and make a family. Every day is a wonderful adventure with all of you."

Marinette leaned in, pecking a kiss on his cheek. "Me too, Adrien. Our family is everything to me. I wouldn't have it any other way."

They sat together in another companionable silence, basking in the warmth of their affection and the knowledge that their home was filled with the laughter and love of Emma, Louis, and Hugo. As the night grew deeper, they knew that their bond as a family would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

[andie0216]

TBP Characters as Grisha Type from Shadow and Bones

(This is based on what I think which powers fit them)

Also, I’m sad that Netflix decided to cancel the show (Boo!)

For context, there are three orders of Grisha:

Corporalki - who can manipulate the body

Etherealki - who can manipulate natural elements

Materialki - who can manipulate steel, glass, and chemicals

Anyways, let’s begin:

Finney as Sun Summoner

- Sun Summoners are able to summon and bend light. They are the rarest and most powerful Grisha ever exist and it is the only power that is able to destroy the shadows. Finney fits this because even though he’s just a boy and doesn’t defend himself before his kidnap, he killed the Grabber and successfully escape from the dark basement.

Gwen as Squallers

- Squallers are wind manipulators and Gwen reminded me of Zoya, who is a powerful Squaller, they’re both ambitious towards their goals, strong sense of what they believe in, and won’t take shit from anyone.

Robin as Inferni

- Inferni, as you could tell, are people who can manipulate fire. Sure, Robin is chill at times, but he can kick your ass if you mess with his friends, and he can be passionate at things he likes.

Bruce as Healers

- As the power said, Healers can heal wounds and fix broken bones and I think Bruce would fit this category because he’s the type of person who would bring a first aid kit and wants to help people.

Vance as Heartrenders

- Heartrenders can cause harm by damaging someone’s internal organs, squeezing the air out of their lungs or even slowed down and sped up their heart rate. Vance can be calm and collected when not provoked, but he will get aggressive towards people he doesn’t like.

Billy as Alkemi

- Alkemi can create poison and blasting powder and Billy is definitely a chemistry geek because he wants to understand matter and he would also yammering about why alchemy is fascinating

Griffin as Durasts

- Durasts can manipulate solid matter, such as metals, glass, stone and wood, and Griffin would be perfect as a Durast because he loves finding and collecting cool looking rocks.

Donna as Tidemakers

- Tidemakers can manipulate water and Donna fits the vibes because she goes with the flow and wants to make changes like how water flows and change their shape and form.

Amy as Tailors

- Tailors are similar to Healers, but they can enhance people’s appearances like hair, makeup, or the shape of one’s face, and Amy seems to be someone that cares about her image.

The Grabber as Shadow Summoner

- Shadow Summoners can gather and manipulate darkness and shadows, and you guys already know what I mean the Grabber is like the Boogie man, hiding from the shadows.

And that’s all I have for tonight. I hope you like this headcanon(?), it was fun making it (even though, it low-key messing my brain when I’m trying to match it.

Okay, thanks! Bye!!!

[crevicedwelling]

Hi, I just wanted to say thank you!

I first saw your centipede posts months ago and was enthralled with these little guys off the bat. After a ton to research on all things centipede and the encouragement of a close friend, I decided to get my first centipede about a month ago and so far it going great! I absolutely love him/her/them with all my heart and am constantly fascinated with their behavior and habits.

I also work in veterinary medicine as a licensed technician (and am in school working on my undergrad degree to hopefully become a doctor of veterinary medicine someday) and would love to be able to one day provide care for more exotic animals including invertebrates. Thank you for igniting a passion for learning more about inverts. ❤️🪲🪱🦂🦗

while I’m happy that you did your research, bought a captive bred (or at least CH) specimen, and enjoy your centipede (which is more than most people do) this still made me a bit sad to hear because I don’t want my posts to encourage keeping centipedes without breeding them.

I don’t mean to single you out specifically, especially since you seem like a very responsible keeper, so speaking in general to everybody I really wish more centipedes were captive bred, and that includes breeding specimens which are themselves CBB. I see this a lot with the biggest, fanciest, rarest mantises, amblypygi, and centipedes: wild or first generation CBB end up being single “trophy pets” that are not bred (either keeper can’t find more, or isn’t interested) and therefore just take away from the hobby rather than adding to a stable captive population.

in the case of South American giant Scolopendra like your galapagoensis, captive breeding can be serious because they have very short lifespans: about ~5 years is what I hear from other keepers, and females have only one large clutch in their lives because she dies for her offspring to consume. fortunately their size, rarity, and the beefy price tag that accompanies those traits make them a species breeders are willing to produce these days, but even then there can’t be more than a handful of breeding adults with a fairly limited gene pool.

it’s probably even worse for species like S. polymorpha and S. dehaani which are only wild caught and almost never intentionally captive bred. these are the “cheap” centipedes in the US, with polys being caught in the southwest deserts and dehaani being imported in bulk from Vietnam. these are the species novice keepers get, and never breed, and that continues to fuel demand for collection. there isn’t any data on how collection impacts wild populations but in my opinion collection is never necessary when captive breeding is possible (even if it can be tedious in centipedes).

anyway, I hope I did not come off as attacking you—you are more responsible than most, and I’m sure your centipede will have a good life. but I feel very guilty when I hear “I love your posts so I got myself a centipede!” because that centipede is so rarely captive bred, and even if it is, it probably won’t ever get to contribute diversity to the captive population.

I’d started keeping Scolopendra myself with the intent to breed and support captive populations, and a combination of naivety and bad luck meant almost all of my centipede projects failed. I have no plans to breed centipedes for at least several more years. a majority of the videos I post are fairly old, and I only have a handful of centipedes remaining. I often wonder if I should just stop posting about anything scolo-related because I don’t really want to inspire others to keep centipedes if they’re not going to breed them. I do not think this is exaggeration or “gatekeeping” because not breeding animals is how they become imperiled in the wild and extinct in captivity at the same time (many tarantulas and reptiles have experienced this). to me, indirectly supporting that outweighs what I’m actually trying to do—inspire people to stop being scared and enjoy arthropods, in captivity or in the wild.

anyway, I’m sorry to write all of this up under your ask but I’m not sure where else it makes sense to say. good luck with your galap & I hope its next molt goes well

[voraciousvore]

Boarding School for Giants (20/25)

------ Chapter 20 ------

When we got to the lunchroom and collected our food, Stephanie was already waiting for us at our table. I supposed her fascination with “little people,” as she put it, would make her a regular feature around us. As long as she didn’t obsess over me or constantly want to pick me up like an action figure, I wouldn’t mind. She got excited when she saw me, and immediately started chatting and asking me lots of questions. I was as patient and informative as I could be, although I found it a bit of a chore to talk so much while trying to eat lunch at the same time. Joey appeared mildly annoyed that Stephanie was imposing on our time together, but he bore the burden with stoicism, and remained polite towards her. 

As we were talking, Joey and Stephanie both unexpectedly fell silent, looking behind me. I turned around to behold Mr. Henderson leaning over me. He looked worn out and a little stressed, with bags under his eyes indicating his fatigue. He smiled weakly. 

“Hello,” he greeted us. “Sorry to interrupt, but would you mind coming to see me in my office when you’re done with your lunch, Eren?”

“Sure,” I replied. I wondered what he wanted from me, and why he was so tired. I missed his calming presence, being around him and talking to him, since he had been mysteriously absent after the hospital visit. I chastised myself internally for my selfish thinking. I couldn’t assume I was the center of everything when he had a school to run, especially after the principal had been fired. He gave a small wave of his hand in acknowledgement and strolled away. We looked after him with curiosity. 

“I wonder what that’s all about?” Joey questioned, voicing our shared thoughts. Stephanie’s eyes gleamed at the opportunity to spread fresh gossip. 

“I suppose I’ll find out soon enough,” I mused. We finished up our lunches and Joey took me to Mr. Henderson’s office. The vice principal was sitting at his desk, brooding over some paperwork and massaging his temple. When he saw us, he indicated for Joey to place me on the desk. The bell rang to signal the end of lunch, so Joey had to leave for his next class. Mr. Henderson gestured for him to close the door on his way out, leaving us alone in his office. 

“Sorry I wasn’t able to seek you out earlier,” the giant apologized. “I’ve been very busy these past couple of days. As I’m sure you’re aware by now, the principal was removed from his position, so I’ve had to take over his responsibilities until we can hire a suitable replacement.” 

“It’s fine, I understand,” I replied. After a pause, I asked, “What did you want to see me about?” 

“Several things,” Mr. Henderson answered. “First off…” He opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out my bike. “I found this in the principal’s desk. I believe it belongs to you?” 

“Yes!” I confirmed emphatically. I hadn’t been certain I would ever get my bike back, so I was very pleased. 

“I suppose that explains why you were walking to school when I found you on Monday,” he said, a tinge of sorrow creeping into his tone. “I’m sorry. I should have realized something was wrong.” He had a mournful, distant expression that broke my heart. It wasn’t fair for him to feel guilty for not noticing I was in pain, particularly when I was trying to conceal the truth. 

“No. I should have told you what was going on,” I reassured him. His giant hand was resting on the desk, so I walked over and patted him on a knuckle. “You can’t blame yourself for what you didn’t know.” He smiled down at me, still looking a little sad. 

“Anyways, besides that, I also have this for you.” He reached into his desk again and removed a tiny box, being careful not to unintentionally crush it. “I found room in the budget to order you a laptop for your schoolwork. Now you can type up and email your homework. It even has a camera so you can take pictures of handwritten assignments, including tests when you’re done taking them, and send them, so they will be properly scaled up for your giant teachers.” 

I beamed with joy. “Wow! Thank you so much Mr. Henderson! I’ve never had my own personal computer before! This will make schoolwork so much easier!” I had not expected to be showered with gifts today. I was ecstatic to think how a computer would grant me more independence by enabling me to complete my assignments on my own, and take charge of my school performance. I stuffed the box into my backpack to open later. 

“I’m glad you like it,” the giant said with a smile. “Now to more… difficult matters.” His visage became serious, and he lapsed into silence for a long moment. “To be honest, I’m not sure how to begin this conversation. It’s… a heavy topic.” My eyes searched his. He seemed nervous, hesitant, even evasive, an unusual state for a professional and well-spoken man like him. 

“May I… share something personal with you?” he asked, almost sheepishly, as if asking for forgiveness rather than permission. I nodded wordlessly. “If I explain where I’m coming from, it might contextualize what I’m going to tell you,” he continued. He kneaded his hands distractedly, like one might squeeze a stress ball, and sighed. Clearly, whatever personal thing he was going to tell me, he was having trouble spitting it out. 

I thought some encouragement might help. “Mr. Henderson, you’ve already seen me cry and spill my guts to you. I think it’s about time you reciprocate,” I demanded half-jokingly, putting my hands on my hips in a defiant stance. My curiosity over what he was struggling to tell me was waxing. 

He smiled gently. “Alright.” After taking a deep breath, he began, “I started my career in the school system as a teacher. Teaching, the act of nurturing young minds and hearts, and fostering future generations, is a passion of mine. I like working with children and watching them follow their dreams and grow into upstanding members of the community. I feel like I am making a positive difference in the world.” 

He sighed again. “Several years ago, I was happily married. It seemed like all the goals I strived for in life—a fulfilling career, my own house, a wife, starting my own family—were within my grasp. However…” His facial features twisted up in pain. “My wife and I—we were unable to conceive a child together. As fate would have it, the problem was on my end. Regrettably, my seed is infertile. My inability to impregnate my wife drove a wedge between us in our relationship, since we both desired children.” 

He hung his head close to the desk, and his voice cracked with emotion. “My wife divorced me for another man who could give her what she wanted: a child. I was left behind, wifeless and childless. I felt like I had lost everything.” He ceased talking for a minute. Since he had comforted me before, now it was my turn to do the same, so I stretched up and touched the only part of his face I could reach, his chin, and caressed it softly. He had a thin layer of stubble on his chin that scratched my hand. He was soothed by the gesture, and laid his massive head on the desk so I could reach him better. He looked a bit silly in this position, but I appreciated having him closer. 

“I still had my job at the school, which provides me some fulfillment, and without any distractions outside of work I was able to rise in the ranks to the position I’m in today. However, the void in my heart from my loss was never filled. I… still want to be a father someday.” His story, so full of pain, touched me deeply. I understood intimately what he meant when he said he had a hole in his heart, because I, too, had a hole inside me from the loss of my father, torn open wider by my mother’s atrocious betrayal. I rubbed the giant’s cheek with my hand, and tried my best to give him a hug, wrapping my arms around his face. I felt his facial muscles twitch as the corners of his lips turned up in a grateful smile. 

“Eren… do you believe in fate?” he asked me. 

“I’m… not sure,” I admitted, shrugging. “Not really.” 

“I suppose it doesn’t matter. What I’m trying to say is, sometimes it feels as if things happen for a reason. People are brought together, from different places and walks of life, for a purpose. Whether by fate, or some other force. Anyways…” He brought his hand towards me and gently embraced me with his fingers. “I like to believe that maybe we were brought together for a reason. You, in need of a loving father, and me, a man who has always wanted a child, and can’t have one…” He trailed off. I looked deep into his coffee eyes and felt a wave of warmth fill me, like wrapping up in a thick blanket. 

“Eren, I’ve only known you for a short time, but I’ve grown quite fond of you. You’re a strong-willed young lady and I think you have great potential. You deserve the love and guidance that only a father can give.” 

“Th-thank you…” I murmured. I wasn’t sure what else to say. 

“I know this is a difficult topic to discuss, which is why I’ve approached it in such a roundabout way. But… from what you’ve told me… your mother refuses the responsibility of parenting you. Now, as long as you’re in her custody, there’s nothing I can do to help your situation. However, if you want me to, I can call her on your behalf, and have her legally relinquish you.” He raised his head off the desk and gave me a serious, intense look, resting his chin on his hand and keeping his head low so I could stare closely into his eyes. “Now, I know it’s no secret that being around giants has been a… difficult adjustment for you, to say the least. One option for you in this scenario: You could go back to live on the human side of the wall. We’d have to find you an orphanage, or foster parents, but you would be able to be with your own kind again. You’d never have to see another giant in your life, if you didn’t wish it.” 

I gaped at him in shock. I was not expecting this development. “On the other hand, if you decide you want to stay, I would be happy to adopt you and give you a loving home. Only if that’s what you want, of course!” He patted my head with the tip of his finger. I melted under his touch. “What do you think?” 

“This is… a lot to take in,” I confessed. “I need some time to think it through.” 

“Take as much time as you need, and come to me when you’re ready,” Mr. Henderson said smoothly. “Oh! I almost forgot. I have one more thing for you.” The giant pulled out of his desk another tiny box, this one so small in comparison to his fingertips I was surprised he hadn’t squished it. “So, technically, according to school policy, we don’t allow students to have cell phones, as you know. We’re going to bend the rules a bit here though.” He smirked. “This is a smartwatch you can use to make calls. You can also install an app that allows you to share your location, essentially a tracker.” 

Mr. Henderson carefully handed me the box. I opened it and slipped the sleek, high-tech device onto my wrist. Lowering his voice, the giant explained, “I got you this watch for your own safety. I’m not going to force you to use it or connect it to my phone, but know the option is there for you. If you need help, or find yourself in an emergency, you can call or text me directly or share your location so I can find you if you’re taken.”  

I nodded, feeling shaken at the thought of a hostile giant snatching me up and stealing me away. “Let’s definitely set this thing up.” We took a moment to program Mr. Henderson’s cellphone number into my new watch and set up the tracker. I felt much safer knowing I had a direct link to my protector. 

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Eren?” Mr. Henderson inquired, wrapping his hands around me as he lifted me off the desk. 

I pondered for a moment. “Call my mom, and get started on that at least,” I directed, swallowing a lump of bitterness in my throat. “I’ll let you know what I decide to do afterwards, but if she doesn’t want to be my mother anymore, then I don’t want to be her daughter.” I scowled. 

“Okay,” Mr. Henderson agreed quietly. He opened the door to his office and gingerly set me down on the floor, handing me my bike and backpack. “Come back to me when you’re ready, Eren. Farewell for now.” 

Next chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/voraciousvore/731608401665310721/boarding-school-for-giants-2125?source=share

1st chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/voraciousvore/731600430392639488/boarding-school-for-giants-125?source=share

[herrera2k]

Christmas Eve- Lainez x reader fluff

(Ik Christmas was a few days ago but I just thought this would be cute😭)

It was Christmas Eve and your boyfriend, Diego, was invited to your family’s home to spend the weekend there. As you two drove through the snow towards your parents house, you both admired the whimsical and mesmerizing lights. However, Diego couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was fascinated by the reflection of the colorful lights in your eyes, and struggled to pay attention to the road. The music playing on the radio grew distant as you turned your head to smile at him, for his other senses were broken down by the sight of his girlfriend.

“Diego,” you began, “we need to take a left here.” Diego paused and then remembered that he was driving to your family’s home, the feeling of sudden realization was plastered onto his face, as his eyes narrowed then lit up.

“Oh wow, I totally forgot.” Diego admites through a laugh, however you reassured him, for it was only a mistake, everyone gets distracted.

You two were only about half a mile away from the house, and after Diego finally pulled into the driveway, you held his hand after he released the gear shift. Diego’s hand was warm, and your hands seemed to fit in them perfectly. Diego looked up and smiled at you, then opened the door on his side, in which you promptly followed soon after.

Your shoes collected snow, and you shivered as the sudden rush of cold air hit you, after coming around the front of the car, you could see the weather was having the same affect on Diego. He looked up from the ground and at you, and made an awkward smile before grabbing your hand tightly to share the body heat, and rubbing inside with you.

“Momma!” You called from the mud room, “We’re here!” Upon hearing your voice, your parents dog, Carlos, sped towards you and jumped onto your leg with a large grin and a wagging tail. Diego loved dogs, and bent down to pet the canine and greet him very quickly:

After the dog was your little brother, b/n.

“Y/n!” He exclaimed as he barreled towards you and Diego. B/n was wearing a reindeer onesie, and his hair was a mess, the sight was nostalgic, and caused a rush of joy to wash over you.

“Hello, b/n! I’ve missed you so much.” You greeted as you bent over to hug the short little boy, however he had other plans, for he jumped into your arms without warning or hesitation. The action almost made you fall over and tumble on top of your brother, but Diego grabbed your shoulders and adjusted your balance before you could fall.

Your little brother paused, then looked up at Diego. He looked puzzled, then a few seconds later, a toothy grin was spread across his face.

“Diego Lainez? Oh my goodness, I’m your biggest fan. I want to be like you when I grow up and play for Mexico so badly!” Your brother said. Diego giggled and smiled at your brother as he gave him a high five and some words of encouragement:

“I’m sure you’ll make a great player, b/n.” That made you smile, you couldn’t put your finger on the feeling, oh yes, this was almost like storge. Diego filled the father figure role very well, and you couldn’t help but find it attractive and “heart warming.”

Your little brother thanked Diego and ran off alongside the dog, as your parents walked towards you. Your mother smiled and tan towards you, wrapping you in an embrace once she was closer to you.

“Oh y/n, I’ve missed you so much!” She exclaimed whilst shaking you in her arms as you struggled to breath. “Oh my! Is this Diego?”

Your mother turned to look at your boyfriend, as he gave her an awkward smile and a wave, prompting her to wrap him too in a warm embrace. You snickered as you watched your boyfriend struggle to breath the same way you did a few minutes ago.

Looking away, you noticed your father, he had his hands in his pockets and had a genial appearance: He wore a red sweater with a reindeer being ridden by an elf, and had a smile on his face.

Like how your mother reacted to the sight of you, you responded to your father in the same manner, lunging towards him in excitement. You hugged your dad as tight as possible, and exchanged greetings. Now it was time to introduce Diego to D/n.

Diego waved and addressed your father as. “Mr. L/n” your father laughed, for he wasn’t super strict, but much more laid back, contrary to what Diego feared. After greeting the family, everything went by in a smooth fashion. You and Diego brought in your bags and gifts from the car, and dropped y’all’s things off in your old room.

When you arrived in your room, Diego looked around and smiled, confused about why he had such a wide grin, you looked around.

Oh my God. There on your wall, above your bed, was a poster of Edward Cullen from twilight, a My Chemical Romance poster, and a figurine from Doctor Who was sat beside your bed. You cringed, remembering your interests from when you were younger, now while you go to sleep you’ll have to look a pale vampire in the eyes, how strange.

“My room is worse,” said Diego, interrupting your thoughts. “I loved Pierce the Veil when I was a teenager, and other weird things.”

That made you laugh, the thought of Diego in skinny jeans and a band tee.

“I’d just like to forget about any strange phase I had when I was younger.” You said as you dropped your bags onto the floor.

“That sounds alright, but I’d still love you even if you were still ‘edgy’.” Diego jokingly reassured, “Now let’s go downstairs. You nodded and grasped his hands, as you two made your way down the stairs.

If you have any suggestions or writing tips please let me know, I will take criticism on just about anything lol.

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[i-have-not-slept]

Animalec Fest 2023

September 19: Fighting

@animalecfest

Part 1

As Magnus swam deeper into the ocean, the water grew cooler and darker, and everything became suffused with a soft blue haze. He swam through a waving bed of seaweed. On the other side, the weeds parted to reveal the wide seabed on which his father’s palace stood. This was Magnus’s home, the place he’d loved all his life. He stopped for a moment to take in the scene. It was a view he never got tired of. The castle was formed of the deepest blue coral, the irregular, jagged spires covered in pearls. Ringing out from the castle in all directions was a garden of red anemones. 

Magnus was about to keep swimming towards the palace when a familiar voice spoke in his ear. “You shouldn’t be out swimming on your own, you know.” 

Magnus raised his eyebrows and turned around. “Oh, please. There’s nothing in the whole ocean that would attack a mer. I was perfectly safe.”

Catarina crossed her arms and glared at him, the blue scales on her skin gleaming. “A human might attack one of us, if they got a chance.” 

Magnus’s guilt must have shown on his face, because Cat leaned forwards and glared accusingly at him. “You’ve been going to the surface again.” It wasn’t a question. 

Magnus opened his mouth, then realised there was no point denying the fact, and closed it. He nodded. 

Catarina’s face was a mask of exasperation. “Magnus.” She squeezed his arm gently. “You know it’s not safe. Someone might see you.”

“You sound like Ragnor.” Magnus said, but his heart wasn’t in the teasing. 

“He is right occasionally, you know.” Catarina said.

“Impossible.”

Cat smiled, then became more serious. “Your father’s looking for you. He was about to send out scouts to find you.” 

Magnus’s heart sank. A meeting with his father was rarely good news. “I suppose I’ll have to go see him, then. 

Catarina gave him a quick hug. “It’ll be okay. I’ll wait for you out here.”

Magnus nodded, squeezed her hand briefly, and swam towards the palace. 

“This can’t continue, Magnus.” Asmodeus said.

Magnus kept his mouth tightly shut. His father's throne room was dim, with murky light coming in through the high sea-glass window. Asmodeus was facing this window, his back to Magnus. He hadn’t deigned to look at him yet, which was fairly typical for him.

“Your fascination with humans,” Asmodeus went on, “endangers us all. What if one of them saw you?”

“They don’t see me.” Magnus said, struggling to keep his anger in check. “I’m good at hiding-”

“It only takes one.” Asmodeus said crushingly, cutting him off mid-sentence. “One land-dweller to see you and they’ll all be after us, trapping us in nets, hunting us from their ships. Do you want that on your conscience?”

Magnus stared at the floor. 

Asmodeus turned to look at him, raking his eyes over his son. “You’ve been collecting again.” he said, and Magnus’s stomach sank at the realisation that he’d forgotten to hide his collecting bag before coming to the throne room. He clasped his hands together behind his back, hoping his father wouldn't see the ring on his finger. 

Asmodeus took the woven bag, holding it up dismissively. “Enough of this childish nonsense.” He took the spoon— Magnus’s only find for the day— and bent it until the metal snapped in half. He tossed the pieces to the floor and turned his back on Magnus. “You are forbidden to visit the surface world.”

Magnus’s throat tightened. “Father-”

“Silence.” Asmodeus didn’t bother to look back as he swam from the room. “The matter is over, Magnus.” 

Once alone, Magnus picked up the broken pieces of the spoon, looking at them sadly. His one consolation was that his father didn’t know about his hidden grotto full of human artefacts, collected over many years. If he found out, he would surely have them all destroyed.

Magnus’s thoughts went back again to the young prince he’d seen earlier. The man had looked angry, yes, but he had also looked sad. Magnus couldn’t imagine a person like him ever trapping or killing a mermaid. 

Magnus had spent years watching humans. Whatever his father said, he didn’t believe that they could all be bad. And he thought again of the prince, and his heart thumped painfully in his chest with a sensation he didn’t quite understand. 

[deacons-wig]

If It Be Your Will

Chapter 1 Teaser.....

Working on a freeform, E-rated fic with druid Tav and Gale. Here there be magic, Gods, secrets, and un-dooming themselves from the narrative. Coming soon to an AO3 near you.

“I hope this isn’t impertinent, but may I ask…”

“That’s often followed by an impertinent question.” Danae raises an eyebrow Gale and his gentle smile goes crooked and embarrassed. “But I’m curious, so go ahead. 

“Are you charting the heavens? You’ve been stargazing for white a while this evening.” He gestures to her journal, laying open for the world to see while the ink dries.

Danae wrinkles her nose at him. “Aye—in a manner. It’s a map. And a diary. Using Druidspeak. We call them story maps.”

Gale leans forward. Beneath strong brows his eyes are dark shadows, their color indistinguished in the gloom. “Fascinating. I know Druidspeak is a closed language, not one ever taught to outsiders, but I’ve read about these story maps—an ancient tradition, is it not?”

“I’m just mapping the ground we’ve covered,” Danae said, reaching for the journal and gazing down at the intricate diagrams. “Helps me…make sense of things.” 

“May I?” 

Ma and the Circle wouldn’t approve of showing an outsider.

They'd warned her of wizards, interested only in power and damn the world that hangs in balance. Wizards reap the wheat of hard-won knowledge and leave the chaff for common folk. They plunder ancient secrets. But Ma was long dead and Danae’s Circle was broken, leaving Danae alone in the world with a worm in her head and monsters at her heels. And besides, Gale won’t be able to read it. Nor has his telescope escaped her notice—perhaps he’d let her use it if she shared something that interested him.

“Only look at that page, please?” she says. “I don’t want it to smudge.”

He nods solemnly. “I understand the sanctity of one’s personal works. My old spellbook, before—” he bites back his words with a sharp breath, and waves as if swatting away the words he was about to say. “Before all of this…no mortal hand touched it but my own.”

“It’s just a diary,” Danae said, passing it to him. “No fancy spells or anything. Just the stars, and the land, and my thoughts.” She smiles, crooked. “The stars you can likely read. My thoughts, the maps…probably not.”

He gazes at the pages before him, eyes flicking from constellation to constellation. Above their heads, the same stars watch them, impassive and perfect. Her scribblings are but poor reflections.

“Oh, but these are quite perfect! You have the hand of an artist. There, our old friend Firbolg, coming up on the horizon there—the end of high summer… Oh...” His sigh hitches—like he’s been burnt, or stung. She studies him anew: a furrowed brow and the high bridge of his nose make him look as if he’s perpetually solving some difficult problem. His lips part slightly, eyes bright, his chestnut-colored hair doing its best to escape its tie.

“The Lady of Mystery,” he says at last. “I suppose it is Her time now that highsun has come and gone. One of my favorite constellations, you know.”

He hands the journal back back with the same solemnity, and there’s a curious look in his eyes, something haunting that Danae had never seen in him—not that a week is long to know someone--but there's some sorrow he must keep buried deep behind his cheerful, awkward verbosity. Her hand reaches for his arm but she drops it as he shakes off whatever gloom had struck him. Their eyes meet and though he smiles, it is the smile of a condemned man who has long accepted his fate.

“Gale? Are you—”

“Ah, a story for another time.” He gets to his feet with a groan. Danae does the same, collecting the dishes to wash. “Though quiet nights seem few and far between, when we find another you should come and use my telescope. The Tears of Selȗne are especially good viewing right now.” 

Danae’s heart leaps. “Really? Oh, that would be marvelous! If you’re sure…I promise I won’t break it or anything. I—”

“Pish posh,” Gale says. “A broken telescope is right twice a day, anyway—”

“I think that’s clocks, Gale.”

"Hm. I think you may be right. Perhaps I'm taking a funny turn, mixing up my colloquialisms. But! If playing the fool makes you crack a smile, who am I to deny you?"

Danae touches her fingers to her lips and find she's grinning at him. Her cheeks burn hot and pleasant as he takes his leave with a slight and silly.

"Good evening, Danae.”

"'night," she echoes.

She’s nearly asleep on her feet by the time the dishes are done. Danae dresses for sleep, cleans her teeth and dutifully braids and twists her mass of curs in a satin headscarf. At last, bed. She settles gratefully into her blankets just outside the shelter of her tent, gaze straying to the stars.

She finds the familiar abstraction that training has taught her too see as the shape of a woman, eyes veiled and hands aloft. 

The Lady of Mystery. Mystra... Venerated goddess of arcane magic. The weave itself. A ripple of apprehension stirs in Danae’s core, just below her breastbone. She rolls over, curling in on herself until the ache soothes, and her mind turns to Gale and his condemned-man eyes, and she drifts to uneasy sleep. 

[jjonathancrane]

Novels That Jonathan Crane Would Enjoy

As many Scarecrow fans know, some of his earliest comic book appearances featured Crane’s pursuit of books at any cost. Given his love of collecting and reading books, I thought it may be interesting to consider what novels he would enjoy.

I didn't have a single version of the Scarecrow in mind when making this list, as Crane has been characterized differently by every creator. (Though, for reference, my favorite versions of the Scarecrow include his depiction in Knightfall, the Long Halloween, and the game Arkham Asylum, just to name a few.)

Add on your own opinions, I’d love to see how others interpret Crane’s taste! It doesn’t have to be exclusively novels, it can include nonfiction, poetry, short stories, etc. I just wanted to put a limit on myself so this list didn’t get out of hand! (Although I may add onto it later.)

This list may contain spoilers for these books, so if they're stories you intend to read, be mindful of what may be in my little blurbs!

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Sure, Crane would be fascinated by the scientific elements of this story and would certainly appreciate this as the first work of modern horror, but I think his interest would go beyond that. I imagine that in his youth he would have identified with the Monster, as he was shunned, misunderstood, and alone. He’d also enjoy that the Monster then takes it upon himself to seek vengeance on the man who created him, and I think this is a novel that Crane would be really attached to throughout his life.

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Despite Crane’s whole schtick being fear, I feel like he wouldn’t be as interested in ghost stories as one might think. That’s why he’d appreciate Hill House - it is not an outright ghost story, and it handles the haunted house tropes in a very interesting way. It’s not about ghosts being outright terrifying; it’s more focused on the way that the characters of the book frighten themselves in this eerie environment, so I imagine that's part of Crane's fondness for this work.

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

I’m convinced that Crane would prefer Carmilla to Dracula, and that preference all comes down to the differences in the titular characters. Carmilla feels like a person, whereas Dracula feels more like a presence or an idea. The story in Carmilla is intimate, and the motives are on a much more human level - Carmilla preys on one particular person, her interest is almost exclusively on that single individual for the entire book. Carmilla doesn’t have a grand scheme, she’s pursuing her fascination in a sole person, and I think the simplicity of that narrative satisfies Crane.

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep by Philip. K Dick

As someone whose career was in psychology, Crane would like that this work raises questions about people and society. I imagined he’d be drawn to certain kinds of dystopian sci-fi literature, as it’s a genre of speculation. The ideas surrounding the titular androids and the way the main character, Deckard, engages with them would fascinate Crane, as a lot of this story is not definitive and everything can be questioned.

The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker

There’s a lot to ponder in this novella - the concept of pain and pleasure, the priorities of people, what they think they want, what they think they’re deserving of. I imagine Crane would find all of these elements fascinating, as they all revolve around human nature and the choices people make. I also think that, although their part in the book is small, that he’d find the Cenobites to be such an interesting way to draw attention to how smally people can think while also believing themselves to be above others, more deserving, and so on.

Tender is the Flesh by Agustina Bazterrica

This story is all about a concept that is uncomfortable for the majority of people, and it forces us to integrate into and engage with the dystopian ideas presented. That alone is something that would be up Crane’s alley. He’d love that different elements of the story would make different people uncomfortable or scared, and he’d love the psychological element of engaging with this book. If he could study people's responses to this work, I think he'd be very pleased, because what people react strongest to can say a lot about them.

[lesser-bohemian]

Why do you think the Euphoria fandom's most popular characters/ship is Lexi Howard & Fezco (Fexi)? They're not one of the main ships featured on the show, like Rue and Jules. And while many fans clearly identify with Lexi, who is intelligent, dedicated, caring and passionate, I wonder why (especially amongst fellow fanfic writers) Kat Hernandez, who writes fanfiction and has a secret double life on the internet, isn't more popular in the Euphoria fandom, or featured more prominently in fanfic.

Oh, this is an interesting ask! I’ve actually thought a lot about why I’m still so enamored by these two, and I think there’s a combination of things that made so many of us fall so hard for them.

One thing is that they were a lot of people’s favorite’s characters individually. Fez is the drug dealer with a difficult past and a heart of gold. Lexi is the relatable writer with a vivid imagination who’s overlooked by her friends and family. They’re two of the most sensible, down to earth, genuinely kind characters on a pretty dark, chaotic show and that makes them easy and fun to root for.

Another thing, and probably the most important one, is that all of their interactions were absolutely flawless. Every single line of dialogue gave me butterflies, their body language made me swoon, their chemistry is simply unmatched and I think they altered our collective brain chemistry forever. The connection they found in each other felt so unexpected, but so genuine and sweet—which was a delightful breath of fresh air. They were just two shy, kind of awkward teenagers falling in love and it was a beautiful thing to watch.

There’s also the fact that they fit so many tropes people love (good girl/bad boy, opposites attract etc.) while subverting them in really satisfying ways at the same time. Sure Fez is ‘bad’ 'cause he sells drugs and beats people up, but he’s also one of the sweetest, most caring people on the show, and Lexi is ‘good’, but she is a lot more than that, so much more complex. They both have many of those famous layers to peel back, and they compliment and contrast each other in ways that I personally find endlessly fascinating to explore.

As for them not having a lot of screen time, I actually think that’s contributed to us being blessed with so many amazing and creative fics, not hindered it. Having so little to go on, means we have so much to fill in, so much to imagine, so many scenarios to explore in our writing. How did the phone calls start? What happened after the store scene? How often did they hang out? How does Lexi find out about the raid? Where do they go from there? There’s nothing like unanswered question to fuel your desire to write something that answers them, I think. Personally, I’d never been in a fandom, written or even read fic before. But after 5 minutes of Fexi I was all over tumblr, signing up for AO3 and typing furiously in three different google docs. I’m still not entirely sure why, but Fexi were a rush unlike anything and I can’t wait to have them back, I miss them! As for Kat, I really don't know. She was one of my favorite characters in s1, more so than Lexi or Fezco, but I think a lot of writers prefer to write about ships, and even though her and Ethan were sweet (I mean that scene at winter formal? Heart eyes!) I always found Ethan a little bland (sorry). Add what they did with her character in s2 and knowing she won't be back, I'm not that surprised people don't have a lot of motivation to write Kat-centric fics at the moment.

[jumping-joey1104]

Eyy! Could I possibly get a slenderverse matchup? I’m Brynn, or B. :] I’m 5’2, I go by she/her but don’t really care all that much, and have dark reddish hair and really pale grey/green eyes. Aesthetic ™ consists of plaid shirts, dumb graphic tees, and toques (or “beanies”) I am autistic and have GAD. I’m very friendly, and cracking jokes, as soon as you meet me, but it might take me a while of getting to know you, to become less awkward and reserved.. Show my true colours. Those being, I’m a cryptid that stays up all night, eats your food, sends you cursed images/memes you didn’t ask for, and brings dead things to the house. I’m fascinated with taxidermy, and come from a family of hunters. I collect a ton of weird stuff, and if you gift me something like a weird bug/rock/bone/mushroom etc, you found on a walk, I’ll love you forever. I love bugs, and you have to be okay with that. I keep bugs as pets, and will drag you outside to look for bugs, this is a threat /j Not only do I love bugs/reptiles/weird animals, but I also LOVE horror movies. I’m easily excited by gore, and endlessly thrilled by practical effects. I’m an amateur SFX artist with my certificate in fake injuries for film, so expect a lot of fake injury stuff too :] - Thank you!

(Ay you're my very first request!) Alright, after careful consideration I have chosen the one and only

EVAN MYERS

Friendship

It's your quiet attitude and your t-shirts that first get him, the fact that he finally meets someone that's the same height also makes him want to stay by your side (tiny squad).

Sometimes he'll try to steal your t-shirts, don't worry though! He'll let you steal his and it's his favorite thing when you two trade your graphic tees

My thought is that you two first meet as the group starts recording their fitness videos, the two of you staring at a large bug together as he tries to figure out what kind of bug it is.

After that when you show him your collection of weird stuff he loses it and will bring you weird looking rocks and other knick-knacks he finds while filming with the boys.

He's always willing to go out into the woods with you, it's not like he's scared of all the bugs and animals in the woods. Although you might need to remind him that he'll scare off animals if he keeps stomping around

After a while he always keeps his phone off silent and extra leftovers in his fridge for you, always planning on a late night sleepover filled with horror movies and snacks.

Although he quickly opens up to you, he understands that it'll take a minute for you to warm up to him. He'll be worried about scaring you with his energy and knife collection so be prepared for lots of gifts and snacks

Dating

Even if you guys don't stay friends, it wouldn't be much different dating him

It'd be a rare occurrence that you two go out in public, why go and pay for food when he can make you two a dinner at home?

Blockbuster only closed in 2014 so up until then it was a date night to go and pick some horror movies together and stay up till morning watching random scary movies together

He quickly gets used you bringing home dead animals, has about 3 cans of Febreze under each sink just for that reason

When he learns about your GAD he becomes a little bit over protective of you, making sure that you're ok constantly and hesitates to bring you around new people

After a while he gets better at his worrying, you two making a kind of code word for when it's too much for you in a situation

After dating for a bit you can find him wearing more of your t-shirts and some of his in your drawers, don't question how they got there (He put his in and traded them with yours whenever he comes over)

He definitely lets you practice your SFX on them and you two for sure have sent the photos to the rest of the group to give them mini heart attacks

But in the end of the day, even if you stay friends or end up dating there's no difference except for some extra affection and a title.