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slu7formen · 11 months ago

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icy nights | cedric diggory x f.r

cedric invites you to go ice skating on christmas night, and how could you say no to him?

warnings: kissing, just pure fluff. <3

reminder: english is not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.

“Where did you even get those?” you asked Cedric as he closed the front door behind him, the yelling and laughing of the people at the living room now becoming a barely mumbling as you both walked.

Cedric was holding two pairs of ice skates, one for you, one for him. He smiled as he talked. “My older cousins. They were the ones allowed to go ice skating during the holidays while I just watched them from my room because I was too young and I could get hurt. Now they get to watch”

You laughed as you kept walking, hands deep inside your pockets as you looked up at the sky. Despite being late at night, the stars were enough to light up the sky along with the moon.

Cedric’s house was a comfy place to spend Christmas at. It smelled just like the perfect amount of pumpkin and gingerbread, with the fire and those amazing cookies that Cedric’s grandma made and basically forced you to eat more than once. His family was nice, more than nice actually, really sweet and caring, and it made you feel like part of the family too, despite only being with Cedric for a few months.

His house was small, but it was located at a rural zone, and it had such a landscape that every time you looked at it when you woke up, the soft sun and orange dawn would take your breath away. Also, it had a lake, one in which him and his cousins would swim during summer and now, skate on during winter.

Only this time, it was just you and him.

“Do they fit?” he asked as he finished tying your laces, and placed one of his hands on your calve as you shook your foot, smoothly drawing circles with his thumb.

“They’re a little big, but it’s fine” you answered. He nodded once, then sat at the bench next to you.

“Let me put on mine” he said as he took off his shoes. “Have you ever ice skated before?” he questioned.

“No” you replied as you looked at him. You loved how soft yet smooth and marble looking skin looked tonight. His cheeks were red, as always, but it contrasted perfectly with the pale color of his face. His lips, plumped and pink, weren’t even dry because of the freezing weather. Unlike yours, you had to apply lip balm every five minutes.

Truth was, Cedric looked good at all times, but something about this particular night that made your tummy flip in a different way whenever you looked at him, almost as if it was the first day you met, in which you felt the exact same.

Winter just went so good with him. The turtle neck, the long coat, almost brushing his ankles, the ridiculously long scarf and his black jeans. His ears were red because he refused to wear a beanie, so you wore it instead.

Cedric thought it looked cute on you. After all, your cheeks were just as red as his and the soft cream colored accessory on your head that combined with your outfit just made you look like a tiny marshmallow to his eyes. He loved it.

“Okay, slowly” he pointed out when you almost fell once you stepped into the ice. You gripped his hands tightly as you closed your eyes even tighter. “Okay, honey, you have to use your eyes” you heard his laugh ring in your ears.

“How can you do this so easily? Skating backwards!?” you panicked. Your feet were moving smoothly along the ice, and you could stay like this forever, if it wasn’t for the fact that the reason why you were moving forward, was because your boyfriend was pushing you towards his body, that kept moving back and back and back.

“It’s easy, you’ll see” he tried to sound as calm as possible to calm you down. After a few seconds he decided to let go of your left hand slowly, to which you didn’t complain as much as he expected you to. “Open your eyes”

You shook your head.

“Come on” he smiled “I won’t let go of you”

He could never let go.

You both stopped your slow skating as you opened your eyes, looking down at your feet. The fact that the only thing that was holding you to the ground was a thin and sharp piece of shiny blade was what made you the most nervous. Staring off wrong would definitely make you fall to the ground and have the worst embarrassment from your life.

“H-how do I do this? I feel like I’ll fall”

“You won’t fall” he laughed out loud. “Merlin, you are so cute” he muttered almost to himself, but he knew you heard. It made your cheeks redder. “Just go slow, I promise I won’t let you go”

You nodded as he took the initiative, smoothly sliding his thin skates through the ice, which made a satisfactory sound anytime the blade cut the thick layer of frozen water.

You then started to do it on your own without even noticing. The cold wind of the night hit into your face sharply, but you didn’t care. Cedric held your hand as you started to go faster and faster, almost as if you tried to race your boyfriend.

“See? You got it!” he encouraged you. “Can I let go now?”

“No! You promised you wouldn’t, Ced!” you yelled as you abruptly turned around. The sudden move made you both trip in your own feet and soon, you fell to the ice.

Your butt hit the hard surface as Cedric slightly groaned when he hit his forearm, but quickly started to laugh.

“I’m sorry” you giggled.

“It’s fine, honey”

He sighed deeply as he let himself fall in the cold ice, coat getting wet and a deep freezing breeze brushing his head and neck. You imitated him, laying next to his body as you felt both sensations, the coldness of the ice and snow, and the warmth of his body.

The sky was shiny, just as every night that you saw this past week that you slept at Cedric’s house. However, seeing it from the middle of the lake, staring directly at it, was completely different than looking at it from a window.

This was much better. It was like your eyes weren’t big enough to look around you, but everything was at your sight. The leafless trees, the house yellow lights, the big and white moon as the stars shinned around it.

You suddenly felt out of breath at such beauty.

“It’s beautiful” you whispered.

“It is” Cedric agreed.

Only that he wasn’t looking at the sky. He was looking at you.

You turned your head when you felt his eyes on you. You thought his words, and hid your face in the thick layer of your coat to prevent him of seeing your poor red face. He laughed as he put his forearm over his forehead, really looking at the sky this time.

“I’m really glad you’re here with me” he said. The tip of his fingers touched yours, laying on the ice and wetting your fingertips.

You gripped your hand around his index finger, holding tightly. He secretly loved it when you did it.

“I’m glad you’re with me too” you answered, then turned your head to him, so you could live this moment one last time before getting back inside, as you promised Cedric’s mum you would so you wouldn’t get sick. “Merry Christmas, Ced”

His dimples showed when he smiled at you again. “Merry Christmas, baby”

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biblically-accurate-dca · 4 months ago

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overanalyzing (nitpicking) these pins (under the cut)

sun's hanging pin: printing error on the ribbon on sun's right hand (yellow instead of red)

this has since been fixed but it's really funny LMAOOOO how did that happen

moon's hanging pin: the ribbons and the hat are going different directions in the artwork (moon's hat falls down but the ribbons don't, most likely because this is essentially just an edited version of sun's artwork)

this one's a little hard to explain. the colors for The Sun and the stars on sun's hanging pin share the same color palette as sun, but the colors of The Moon and stars on moon's pin don't relate to moon's color palette as easily. the star's are the same color as their teeth, but The Moon itself has it's own unique color. it's actually the clouds surrounding The Moon that share a color with moon (same color as their face)

this makes me think that the clouds were added for the sake of sharing colors from moon's face so it's like sun's? but idk that's just a theory lol. imo it's an odd choice to add clouds to it but it's honestly the prettiest part of the pin so i shouldn't complain too much i guess..

"sun and moon" hanging pin: this is obviously based off of eclipse so why are they calling it "sun and moon"? is it because it's not technically ruin eclipse and therefore they can't call it that? that's odd to me. maybe it's for a legal reason. who knows? i certainly don't

the pants don't have any stars even though the hat has them. and this was a purposeful choice. is it because it'd overcomplicate the design? is it a restriction required to make the pin? it's just an odd choice considering it's such a noticeably empty space now

all the dark parts that are meant to represent moon are a weird grey color now and it looks really odd to me. i'm guessing this is just to differentiate them but it's kind of ugly HFJSJGJD

their button's are blue? even though moon's aren't? why

the crators on The Moon on this pin are positioned slightly differently than the ones on moon's. i thought the design was just copy pasted onto this pin but i guess i was wrong? i'm not sure if this even means anything JDJSJFKDG

the bobble head pins: i think their poses are the same as the other's but they've been flipped and edited to differentiate them. this is probably a really obvious observation. regardless i do think it's fun when they parallel each other so i guess i can't complain about how cheap it feels HFJZJGK

there's a weird space between their arm and their ruffles? for sun it's on the left and for moon it's on the right but i can't really figure out why it's there... my guess is that it might've too hard to cut out since it's enclosed in the design, but it's too large of a space to hide it by coloring it in so they had to leave it like that. there's a space like that on the ribbons too so that's probably it. oh well, nothing's perfect

speaking of the ribbons: they're drawn differently between sun and moon! i thought it was just the hands that were changed but i guess the ribbons were too

moon's bobble pin: according to the art for the pin moon's secondary body color is supposed to be a dark blue, however it's so dark that it just looks black on the pin... it's probably more of an oversight than anything but i honestly think it looks kind of cool. i wanna draw it

i think moon's primary body color on the pin is honestly kind of ugly. the color on the art is ok even if it's a little dark but the cyan tint on the pin combined with how dark it is makes it look ugly to me

sun's bobble pin: sun's colors are... a little too yellow for my tastes but are otherwise fine. the colors on the art itself look nicer but i'm aware that the physical coloring doesn't always line up with digital color codes so you can't be too picky about it i guess

sun's secondary body color is technically incorrect (it should be the same secondary color as the face) but it does look nicer like this so just consider this as an observation rather than a complaint lol

the candy shaker pins: i dont have much to say about these (i think theyre nice but a little boring) but i do like how the designs for the bags match the time of day for each of them. the moondrops have a moon with stars and the sunnydrops have a sun with rays of light. it's charming

overall: they're cute i guess... but the fact that there's an entire collection of dca pins makes it so obvious who they're marketing to lmaooooo

#my post #this is just a bunch of nothing HFJZKFKF #i just. im obsessed with that printing error. how did that happen. isn't there some sort of quality assurance for these things #anyway despite how long this post is no im not buying them #i don't like the youtooz designs for anything. i know it's their entire marketing schtick but the eyes bother meeee #and also there's simply too much merch for the dca. it's so obvious that everyone's just using their popularity to sell more stuff to peopl #btw i turned rbs off because i dont want this to spread to the people who r gonna complain about me being overly mean DhJzjKdjLKdj

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unadulteratedsoulsweets · 1 year ago

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A DC X DP IDEA #15 Beauty and the Beast

Imagine dis…

By definition when you search these two terms…

beau·ty- noun- a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially sight.

beast- noun- Negatively calling a person a beast likens them to a monster and implies that they behave in a crude, brutish, or animalistic way. This use of beast can be especially offensive, especially due to likening a person to an animal. The adjective beastly means monstrous, nasty, vile, or cruel.

A young man who was discarded by his father for being born as a failure in the sacred line of the Al Ghul empire met a young man whose eyes give you the illusion of clear blue skies while it sparkles like stars above.

Danny is the beast while Dusan al Ghul also known as Ra al Ghul is the beauty.

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It was 1013 A.D. The young Dusan also known as Ra al Ghul in the future, was full of life and youth, and was just starting his journey to create a league of his own, when he noticed a young man on the horizon. A traveler, perhaps, but what strikes him his interest is that the man’s blue eyes shine as of all the sapphires in the world or maybe the man/ traveler is unbothered by the scorching sun of the desert sand.

Ra didn’t know what made him dawned on him, but at a split decision, he asked the stranger what he was doing in the middle of the desert. The stunning stranger just looked at him head-on, with those lovely eyes those eyes, and told him he is just a mere traveler, wandering from one place to another. Intrigued by the stranger’s way of life he was prompted to follow as he too wanted to see the world more than these desert dunes.

The stranger had introduced himself as Danny Nightgale, short for Daniel. He wore a cloak that has the embroidery of a combination of flowers, skulls, stars, a clock, and some Egyptian polygraph, as it covers his entire body aside from his face. He carries no weapons but a satchel full of things that surprises the young Al Ghul. The first time together they were at odds, seeing that Ra strives for perfection as well as order through meticulous planning while Danny thrives at the chaos around him.

Dusan loved nature while Danny loved the stars, it has been months since they both went on a journey. The number of things that Danny had done that almost caused a permanent heart attack in Dusan to the point he is the cause of his early gray hairs. Both began discovering hidden places as well-hidden cities from all around the world, from the ruins of Gobekli Tepe to the hidden and lost city of gold. They, Danny, befriended the locals and learned and understood with them. Took part in their rituals and cultures. Some may not be as friendly as the last one, He was sure that he and Danny would die from the endless brigade of poisoned arrows that they keep shooting at them, but they still learned from them. Their intelligence as well as languages were thought lost in time.

Dusan learned many things in the years he had traveled with his friend. Yet his feelings for him changed like the seasons that pass by them. With each passing day, Dusan noticed himself leaning towards Danny’s direction as if he was the sun and he was nothing but a mere moon or a planet rotating around him, how he would find comfort in his warmth and presence, how he could not take his eyes off Danny’s own eyes, how he would beg the stars to listen to Danny’s laugh and how he would indulge himself to listen to his endless rants about a particular constellation. He was not favored by his father for being an albino, but when Danny looked at him, it is as if he hung the moon and arranged the stars for him. He kept sending Danny hints like holding his hand for too long or wanting to be in his presence. He saw that Danny never once looked in the direction of every exotic beauty that they saw. Which made him hopeful but he remembered that he is a prince not favored but a prince none less. But he could not see himself without his life companion.

It was a gamble per se, confessing his love and asking Danny to officially court him. Dusan planned everything to the very last speck. A dinner using the finest ingredients whilst they were on top of the highest peak of the mountain as the stars shine brightly above them. Moreover, that love between two men is frowned upon. In his family history there have been king, prince, and men falling in love with other men but was written as friends or even blood brothers, Dusan may have believed those scholars if he hadn’t found a hidden corner in the palace, while he was exploring, that contains a journal of his predecessor’s life as well letters he had exchanged with his lover.

It was said that at his marriage the King only slept with his wife until he bore him a son after that it was noticed that the King abandoned his wife, it was speculated that he has another woman or even that the queen cannot satisfy him making her a laughing stock as a woman who never pleased her husband enough.

Confessing was harder than he thought he would be, Danny who was on the opposite side of the table was quiet. Feeling rejected Dusan dared to look at the disgusted look at Danny but the moment he opened his eyes his eyes widened in disbelief. Danny is looking at him with awe as his cheeks are slowly turning red like the desert mariposa lily flower. Both ended the night after a kiss that the two of them shared as the stars seem to congratulate them knowing found relationship bore more brightly at the endless night.

Now you would see the two of them walking from one place to another holding each other’s hands. You would see the two of them rest under the endless stars as they both bask in each other’s presence. You would see the sweet smile that Dusan Al Ghul that he only shows to him and only him. How Dusan became so smitten at Danny's mere presence, how he would present Danny with not only the best but the most exotic flowers to present to him. How he would indulge Danny’s wishes, if Danny does wish for the world on a silver platter he would say wait to his lover and present the world on a golden platter.

But life isn’t a fairytale.

A king who has a son, his only son dying and at the mercy of death asked for the traveler’s help to cure his child. Dusan saw, dug, and discovered the restorative chemical pools to heal the prince, about to present it to the king to cure the dying prince. Danny who saw the consequence as well as the true nature of the pools tried to stop his lover, but his warnings fell on deaf ears as Dusan thought that this might be the key for his father to acknowledge him.

It may have cured the dying prince but it drove him mad to kill Danny. As Dusan felt his lover’s warmth leaving his body with each passing minute, he curses the heaven as well himself for taking away his lover his love the only person whom he ever surrenders his heart to.

Dusan who is the cause of his lover’s death said the lover used his remaining strength to whisper his last words.

To me, you are everything. The last several years have been fantastic, and if reincarnation exists, I would have chosen to be yours again and again until the end of time.

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Damian Al Ghul- Wayne was only 6 years old when he stumbled upon his grandfather’s room. It is said that no monks, assassin, or even mother had stepped into grandfather’s chambers or even found the said chambers, and whoever was found it was said they met a painful death.

Damian told himself to forget and go back to the useless tutors that his mother had assigned to him, but a small part of him says that a quick peek wouldn’t hurt.

Curiosity won as Damian was still a 6-year-old, opening the double doors slowly he was greeted by the darkness of the room. Slowly he looked for any switch of light, as he flipped the switch on, he was astonished at what he saw.

The large fireplace above it contains a large portrait of what looks like a younger version of grandfather alongside someone whom he never recognizes. A lean frame that looks like a grandfather towers over him, a mop of midnight hair, ice-like eyes as well the having the aura of softness and warmness in his body language and smile as if the portrait is alive.

Looking around he was even more flabbergasted, shelves that contains countless miscellaneous things that the League considered worthless yet his grandfather seems like he has a large collection. Shells that have bits of sand in a large jar, a small floral terrarium, fabrics that contain embroidery of different constellations, a necklace made out of beads and small polished rocks, and many more. He was about to reach a wooden sculpture of what looked like a figurine between lovers when he felt a faint pain behind his neck and promptly lost consciousness.

When he woke up he was back in the main base of the League his mother explained that he had been asleep for almost three days due to one of the tutors poisoning him slowly, and his mother exclaimed that they were upping his dosage of poison during his poison training as it was embarrassing for the heir to faint from a mere poison.

Damian kept quiet as he was sure that the explanation of his mother didn’t happen, he may not have seen whomever attacked him from behind but he was sure that nobody had poisoned him. The moment he recovered he immediately went back to the room that he had found, but the moment he opened the door the room was completely deserted; all of the trinkets were gone including the large portrait.

He thought that he may have dreamed the said room and what he saw was a hallucination product of the poison in his system.

But the moment he met Danny, a mid-20-year-old man who has black hair and blue eyes, an owner of a small book café that both Todd and Drake come frequently at the tender age of 11 he began having a strange sense of de ja vu, especially after he saw the man smile at him when he was petting the owner’s pet dog named Cujo.

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Danny decided to have a vacation, after years of becoming the Ghost king and after years developing his eldritch appearance, he had felt bored as he had already fixed the Realms due to the neglect that Pariah Dark had caused, in just a few centuries. He may have his friends, sister, and daughter with him, but even then, his boredom continues to grow every decade. Clockwork had advised him to explore the endless dimension that was connected to the realms.

Seeing the appeal, he immediately went straight in, but at the last moment, Clockwork grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and told him that he cannot just go to the human world looking like a cryptid. The mortal plane as well as the locals may not handle his aura and appearance. He reminded the young king, even though Danny became one of them and immortal but compare to the rest of the ancients he is nothing more than a toddler or a child in the eyes of the ancients, that due to his ever-growing powers as well as his titles his mere presence would either kill or make a mortal faint. Pouting at the reason, he asked Clockwork how he would explore the mortal realms when Clockwork handed him a digital tablet, courtesy made by Pharaoh, and told him to create his avatar that can contain some of his powers that connects him to the realms and vanished.

Danny stared blankly at his avatar, which looked no different from his previous human and fleshy self, and asked if someone introduced SIMS to the ancient of time.

Carrying a satchel that has an endless space, a gift from one of his subjects that was a manifestation of fans in fandom, people, or topic.

He started his journey.

He never planned to meet a mortal, to sweep him off his feet to the point his nonexistent heart seems to beat for only him. Danny’s north star made him love the green-eyed beauty, the tan skin that looked like the fresh sand of the dessert while his eyes reflect the polished emeralds that they have saw deep in the ocean during their stay in the middle of the Caribbean, as when they have gone for scuba diving.

Nor dying while his lover begs the gods or any higher power out there to bring me back, when his Astrophel had dug out corrupted ectoplasm he immediately warned his star but his warning fell on deaf ears as he saw what in his love’s mind, he wanted HIS acknowledgment more than anything. He knew that even though his bright light had told him countless times that he didn’t need his father’s approval his eyes and actions screamed at the mere fraction of attention that he could have if he had saved a prince.

Danny prepared himself for any side effects that may affect the prince but he was caught off guard at the immediate reaction of the prince to his presence. He knew that sometimes ectoplasm leaked to the mortal plane what he was surprised is that ectoplasm was affected by the former king, as the prince was straggling him he came to the conclusion that the ectoplasm was affected by the previous king making it corrupted as well it explains his immediate reaction to kill him as he is the one who stood up to the tyrant king.

As he felt his avatar’s life force slipping away his final thoughts were about returning to this reality to be with his lover.

As he returned to the Infinite realms he was immediately whisked away by his knight for another scheduled meeting.

After what had felt like centuries, he immediately created another avatar to enter the dimension and be with his lover. When he returned, he immediately noticed that time flowed too fast for his liking. Feeling devastated he originally planned to return to the Infinite Realms to mourn for his lover when he met the scrawniest 6-year-old boy stealing old books from the trash. Even the thin boy on the roof holding a camera waiting for the vigilantes to come, made up his mind and stayed.

The scrawny boy he dubbed before, his name is Jason and he lived in Crime Alley with awful parents. Danny would give him real food, light yet filling, to Jason while he would teach the boy to read books. He fell in love with classical books, he was happy to learn that he got adopted by a nice family who can feed him three times a day and he could go to school as well having a warm place to sleep. When he noticed that Jason stopped going to his shop for his usual visit, he was worried.

He knew that the boy he grew to love as a brother became a vigilante alongside that Batman fellow, so when he failed to show up, he began to panic. Carrying a handful of posters in his hand, he began spreading missing posters despite that many children are missing in Gotham every day. A rich fruit loop, to which he was sure he is Batman as every rich people who he meets has a secret lair in their basement, approached him and asked for the posters to which he replied that the young boy in the pictures came to his café before he was adopted. He couldn’t do anything to help the boy aside from the warm meals and sometimes sleeping over at his place, He could feel Clockwork’s warning and his connection that this boy has a destiny to fulfill and it mustn’t be disturbed, as he was just starting his business, and other legal and identity stuff, to keep the boy.

Bruce, the fruit loop introduced himself and said that Jason passed away a few weeks ago. Which Danny would have believed if he noticed Lady Gotham grieving for her knight or bird? He kept quiet as Bruce asked where he got the picture, gesturing at the poster, as he didn’t recall having a picture of Jason with this kind of outfit, Danny answered by saying that sometimes after the kid got adopted, he would still come at his place and just hang out with him. Both became quaint acquaintances as both settle down and drink warm cups of coffee as two people share and tell stories of Jason.

The thin one came into his life when he noticed a small silhouette in a roof over in front of his shop. A child too thin for his liking was carrying a camera focusing on any rooftop to catch a glimpse of the vigilante. Tim, who introduced himself, loves the vigilantes in Gotham and often would sneak out of the home to catch a photo or two and even a glimpse of the iconic duo. Danny asked himself what good parents wouldn’t notice their child missing every night surely the small eye bags below his eyes is already an indicator. Danny was sure he didn’t add a meta gene in his avatar so why is he getting too close to the family of a vigilante as well as having children who are neglected by their parents come to him? Gave Tim actual food than letting the id starve in the empty house and he didn’t get even surprised when months later he was adopted by Bruce.

During Bruce and Danny’s rare get-together, Danny mentioned hardly that having empty nest syndrome does not excuse him to adopt every black hair and blue-eyed child who is potentially traumatized in Gotham. This caused an immediate choke from Bruce and assured Danny and tried to refute him but Danny continued as if he had gone deaf at Bruce’s denial, that it is natural for teenagers to leave the nest and he felt pity and understanding for the butler for his efforts to stop Bruce in adopting every child in Gotham.

When Jason appeared and opened the doors to his café with a white streak on his hair as well as getting noticeably larger than last time, he didn’t say anything but prepared his seat in his favorite spot with Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen at one side and a Neapolitan ice cream sandwich on one side. Weakly whispering, Welcome back, to the person he had missed and loved like a brother. Danny knew that Jason didn’t like real-life sappy moments but Danny was just about to open his arms when Jason suddenly rushed to hug the man. Danny began filtering the corrupted ectoplasm in Jason’s system each time he stayed at his café to have a quick snack or lunch away from his brothers.

It was when he took notice of the youngest Wayne that he experienced de ja vu. He looked like a mini Bruce, he inherited everything from Bruce including the scowl aside from his coloring. His color reminds him of his deceased lover in the desert, he traveled in this dimension in the past and he knew a child assassin in the making when he saw one. He tried everything to give Damian a sense of innocence as he was sure that this one would turn into a Robin at any given moment, going as far as having a menu dedicated to vegetarians.

That should have been the first warning sign that fate is up to something.

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There has been a spike in occult activities in Gotham and the Bats decided to investigate as there has been evidence of live sacrifice. Their occult problem seemed that the followers of that particular occult are trying to revive the Pariah Dark who was known as the tyrant king as he ruled over under his rule.

As they were busting another botched attempt in summoning whatever was named king, they noticed Danny, a lovely café owner by the way, all tied and scratched up but no fatally noticeable injuries and seemed unconscious from the way he laid down. All birds wanted to rush in and free Danny from the tight binding that they were sure would leave a mark and a wound when the sound of shattering glass made all of them look up. A band of assassins accompanied by the one and only Ra Al Ghul the demon head. Now there is a heavy tension in the air as both sides are looking at each other with apprehensive, distrust, and blood lust. They didn’t know that Ra was following them nor his agenda for today but both sides know that no one is going to leave the dimly lit abandoned warehouse unharmed.

But Danny chose to wake up that very moment to witness the two still not moving an inch from their spot and continuously staring down at each other. Danny would’ve slowly left the scene or even sunk into the shadows to watch both sides when he noticed the supposed leader. Danny felt his non-existent heart begin to beat again, something inside of him recognize the man. Looking closely Danny’s face slowly turns to one of awe and pure love as he stares at the Demon's head.

In what would have been forever as the tension was broken by Danny who awoke and called out Astrophel while staring at Ra.

Batman and company are surprised to see Danny awake but also curse themselves for their luck for Danny to witness this. As Jason is about to pounce at any assassin that tries to harm Danny, they all have their respective jaws drop as Ra responded to Danny by having a whiplash too fast that they were sure they heard his neck crack at sheer speed.

When they saw Ra and the League in tow, they were expecting a battle and bloodshed, not the fact that Ra looked like he is on the verge of tears nor the amount of emotions present in his eyes, aura, and body language.

The joy, excitement, peacefulness, overwhelm, disbelief, hope, and nostalgia emitting from Ra made them double check their very eyes as well check their reality because never in their lives would they witness Ra such vulnerability and emotions to the café owner they both love and acquainted.

…

Danny is overjoyed to learn his lover is still in the mortal plane, he is ready for another adventure and journey just the two of them and maybe they would get married this time.

If only the Bats both in and out of their costume and civvies would stop getting in their way.

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PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

#batman #BatFam #dc #dp #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #ra al ghul

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hailearendel · 1 year ago

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"Hail Eärendil, bearer of light before the Sun and Moon! Splendour of the Children of the Earth, star in the darkness, jewel in the sunset, radiant in the morning!"

(The Silmarillion, "Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath”)

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My idea for this painting is again to experiment with a traditional-looking style :)

Forgot to add the Silmaril in his forehead in the sketch and decided to go on without it because a) I hate to plan lighting b) I still have no settled opinion on what a silmaril looks like.

I usually associate Eärendil with cool colors (muted blues, grays,silver, and white), so here I tried to break a little from my own perception of the character and went for a mostly golden version of him; the cobalt blue is one of my favorite colors, but I find it really hard to combine with other colors because it's very saturated so I used a vibrant orange in the background to balance the whole thing. Like I said, I meant for this to be an idealized portrayal of him (I made something that I think would fit a numenorean palace hall because I can't stop thinking about Númenor); I think the real Eärendil would look much more disheveled and frightened when he arrived in Valinor

#middle earth #tolkien art #the silmarillion #tolkien #earendil #first age #war of wrath

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strawbubbysugar · 1 year ago

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Coming off anon for this one cuz oh boy it’s theory time and I’m feeling very silly

(I just woke up at the time of writing so sorry for any typos, rambling, or confusion lol)

Alright! So, I’ve been thinking a lot about the existence of Eclipse and the theories popping up about them lately mainly: that Clipsey is a recycle of Moon’s broken body. Which I’ll touch up on first.

The issue that was presented with Moon by this definitely-not-at-all-suspicious engineer was that his processing unit was smashed and ‘unsalvageable’ (which we know to not be true), and aside from the obvious injuries cause by Trap, no major problems with Moon’s case are brought up. His *internals* were destroyed, aside from his battery which was reused.

Continuing forward, the SOMA comparisons. Reading through a plot synopsis of the game, I can’t help but link the destruction of Moon-man’s processing unit and Simon’s brain injury together a bit. Considering that that is the partial cause for Sun and Moon combining and the reason for Simon getting his brain scan copy. Both undergoing heavy ‘brain’ damaging and being brought to very odd circumstances because of it.

With the assumption that this is *actually* Moon’s body, “Uploaded into a modified corpse” is a *very* apt description for what Eclipse is. They’re a copy of someone (two people technically) inhabiting the dead body of the original, almost like Pry/ncess in a weird way.

That’s where the comparisons for the game and Bethroned end to my knowledge however, so time to move onto the more ‘looking too far into things’ section of my theory,

The design and color scheme!

Starting off, I noticed that the coloring of the Sun side on their face was reused from *post incident* which makes sense, that’s how Sun would’ve been seen last before running away with Pry/ncess, the eyes obviously match up as well.

Though the tops of the rays have noticeably sharper points to them if that’s anything at all, it’s impossible to draw the something the same way every single time after all so that can be easily written off.

The same can be said for Moon as well, the coloring of his face matches up with theirs, however his other features are… very much not intact. Very close but not quite.

The coloring and patterning of the hat is entirely different, the cape maintains the same coloring but the stars on Eclipse’s are much smaller and more faded than Moon’s as well.

What’s throwing me off though is the eyes, for both post incident and for Eclipse the right eye gained a black sclera, Moon’s pupil turned white, but Eclipse’s stayed red.

If Eclipses body was Moon’s then this could’ve happened naturally, the eye could’ve simply underwent the same damage/change as it did with Moon’s form in Sun’s body. Though do to this being his actual form the pupil could’ve kept its regular eye color.

Their lack of a mouth could also mean that they can’t speak, another drastic contrast in characterization to our boys. From the artwork we’ve been shone of them they see, cunning, clever, but very, VERY distressed. (Be a bit weird to consciously design eye-bags on your new king after all, right? That’s their own fault.)

And for my last point, their crown and the Opal.

This is the most obvious ‘combination’ in their design, it gets the rounded bottom of Sun’s and the gem formation and top shape of Moon’s. When overlayed on top of each other you also get similar colors to Eclipse’s crown, though more cleaned up and appealing on the eyes.

The gem in this crown has been confirmed to be an opal (if my memory serves me right I can’t find the post anywhere to confirm, tumblr search engine is bleh)

There were a few pieces of folklore and symbolism relating to the opal that I found particularly interesting with what little we know about Eclipse.

Mainly, it representing loyalty and goodluck as well as royalty. A lot of other interpretations I found pointed to it granting foresight and being responsible for prophecy, something you’d certainly want your king to have after the huge string of ‘bad luck’ that befell both of them.

Loyalty to prevent another incident like Sun choosing Pry/ncess over his kingdom and trusting them first, foresight and prophecy so that they can avoid incident like King Freddy dying and, well, Sun and Moon’s incident. and royalty is obvious.

Though the loyalty interpretation and foresight/intelligence can vary widely in intention depending on if Chica or PeePaw (maybe both, stares at Trap) is responsible for their existence. Cant speak that much on it before they’ve even appeared in the story.

Alright so what am I getting at with all this? Well, put simply, Eclipse’s design and name are very very intentional and combining the Princes was clearly in mind when they were (re)built by whoever their creator is. I believe that they attempted to program, be it from scratch with parts of Moon’s processor or with some kind of backup of Sun *somehow*, Sun into Moon’s body and combine their ai together in order to make a new heir.

Again, can’t find the message, but Eclipse’s existence was described as ‘decidedly uncomfortable’ which is very understandable if this were true, having you and your brother’s brain and memories COMPLETELY sewn together, not even with semi separate minds or personalities like with the actual Sun and Moon, would be very, VERY lacking in the ‘good for your mental health’ department, especially if you knew you aren’t the original ‘you’, just a clone, a do-over, a combination of two other failures that you need to clean the mess from up.

Put simply, I believe Eclipse is a combination of Sun and Moon, but not THE combination of Sun and Moon. If that makes any sense. They’re a replication of both placed inside Moon’s old body and used to fill the empty spot on the throne and potentially-maybe-hopefully-not help Afton.

Hands down my favourite ask ever. Like oh my god you did it. You got everything. You caught all the little secrets I put in and I’m flabbergasted. WOW. I AM. SO HAPPY HSFSG

THANK YOU FOR PUTTING SO SO SO MUCH TIME AND EFFORT AND ENERGY INTO THIS ANALYSIS BECAUSE I JUST. I MIGHT CRY. THIS MEANS SO MUCH TO ME SOBS :;;

#ask #bethroned #bethroned fanart #COUNTING IT AS THAT BECAUSE THIS WAS CLEARLY A LABOUR OF LOVE #YOU CIRCLED AND OUTLINED THINGS AND EVERYTHING IM SO HAPPY

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priceyprice · 11 months ago

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Prof! Price

Christmas ver [18+]

Prof!Price would've been going to one of his favorite stores after classes and buying a Christmas gift for his precious lover.

It would be a lie if he said he wasn't thinking about her present a month ago. He's been observing her —more than he does daily— and trying to guess what she needs, what she wants or what's perfect for her.

Of course, he would've given her the moon, the sun, the entire universe, but for obvious reasons, he couldn't. And even if he could, no sun can shine brighter than her. No star can outshine the ones she has in her eyes.

He describes her as the moonlight in a quiet garden of lilies of the valleys and acacias.

He would've gone to his favorite jewelry shop, looking through the necklaces and bracelets, trying to see what would complement her.

That's when he stops at the ring section.

Oh my, of course he thought about a beautiful wedding ring wrapped around her finger while he made love to her in a beach house, marking the beginning of their forever.

But it's too soon for that.

Professor Price has reached a mature age that makes him want to establish with his partner and live the rest of his life with her. He already had his days of youth, so he's pretty much relaxed now. But of course, she's much younger than him, and she needs to explore the world.

She's still a student.

She's his student.

So he bought a ring, but not a wedding nor an engagement ring. He bought a promise ring.

He was hoping she would accept what he had in mind.

When it's time to open the gifts, it would be the two of them together sitting in front of his Christmas tree —he told her to decorate how she wanted to because everything she does he will like it— and nothing but his fireplace giving the only source of light.

She went first and took her present in front of her. "Okay, so... My gift is very common for you, since you have a collection and always try to match it with your clothes. But I really want to give you this."

John took the present with a confused smile and opened it, seeing it was two classic black watches.

"I love them, but why two of the same?" He noticed how her cheeks started to get that color he loves so much. "Because they are couple watches."

His eyes go back to the watches again, and this time, he saw the strap of a watch was slightly different than the other. His chest burst with so much joy.

She got them matching watches.

Couple watches.

He looks up at her with a big smile. She smiled, but it was very obvious she was nervous. "I understand if you don't like it since it's a simple watch compared with the ones you have and-..."

Her lips snapped shut when he took her hand and placed a soft kiss to the back of it. "This is the best watch I have ever seen. I love it so much. Thank you."

She stared at him, feeling happy that he liked the watches.

John took the watches out of the box and took her wrist, placing a soft kiss before placing the watch. He also took his watch out of the box and put it on.

She placed her wrist beside his wrist and smiled. "I like it."

"I love it," he said with a big smile.

Price has a lot of watches. He likes to use them and combine them with his clothes or shoes in a really classy way. His friends even gifted him watches, and he liked them. But this watch was his most precious one.

Because it was from her.

And everything that comes from her is worshipped by Jonathan Price.

He took a deep sigh and placed the box aside to take his present. He could see how she looked curiously the box, trying to guess what's inside of it. "I will give you this present, but I need you to close your eyes, Love."

She closed them with a little smile on her face and a cute little blush on her cheeks. Price opened the box, took out the ring, and took her left hand in his. "Open them."

Her eyes landed on the morganite ring, and her heart nearly stopped.

"Is that...?"

"I want to give you this promise ring as a symbol of my love for you. I can't give you an engagement ring because I want to kiss you, hug you, and hold you without feeling the need to hide from anybody. I give you this ring and promise to replace it with a beautiful engagement ring the same day you graduate, and I'm no longer your professor." He grabbed her finger and slowly put the delicate gold ring and kissed it before looking at her again. "I already lived my college days, but you still need to explore and meet more people, so when you're not ready to take it to the next step you can always bring back the ring to me and-..."

She took his head in her hands and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, his words dying on his tongue. "I'll wait until graduation. I'll wait all my life if it means to be with you."

Price smiled, his beard moving and cute lines showing in his eyes as he passed his arms behind her back and pulled her into his lap, kissing her in a slow way. "I love you."

"I love you too."

This was a big step the two of them wanted to take in their lives. They will have to overcome prejudice, criticism, couple problems, personal problems, and more.

But they can agree in one thing;

They wanted to be together until their last breath.

She passed her arms around his big shoulders, "I'm going to look for my phone in the room. Wait for me here." Price nodded, letting her go from his lap.

Little did he know.

Her phone was on the sofa.

A few moments later, she's back in the living room, but Price didn't notice her presence because he's too focused on the watch, trying to adjust the hour.

"John."

He looked up with a smile that disappeared within a second when his eyes fell on her.

She was in front of him with a sexy red lingerie. His eyes roamed every inch of her body, noticing how it hugged every curve perfectly and made her skin stand out.

Definitely, red was her color.

The fabric was delicate, and it has a few red flowers on it. But he could still see her skin below that fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Price felt that familiar painful throbbing starting to appear down there, making him uncomfortable in his pants.

"Do you like it?" She asked in a shy voice, trying not to look for too long at his blue orbs.

He just sat there, observing her in silence. He wasn't believing this was all for him. She looks so beautiful and sexy.

Price also noticed how she was standing, looking slightly nervous, so he decided to take out his hand for her. She took it but gasped when he pulled her into his lap, passing one arm behind her back. His eyes looked again at her body, smashing against him with their chests pressed. He could feel the softness of her skin even though he has a shirt and she has a bra on. "You look like a goddess."

He puts two cushions on the floor from the sofa that was behind him before pushing her down to the cushions without taking eyes off her figure. He took his shirt off and put his thighs on either side of her parted legs.

Her blush didn't go unnoticed. No matter how many times they did it, he always had the same effect as he did for the first time when she saw his body.

"And I'm going to worship you like one."

Without any warning, he smashed his lips with hers, going for a deep kiss. Their tongues danced with each other, trying to assert dominance, but eventually, she gave in. His hands roamed every inch of her body, stopping at her hips while hers were on his short hair, caressing it.

He angled himself in between her legs and started to do light thrusts, making her gasp between kisses. "J...John..." she said in a soft voice, as if she was pleading for something.

He broke the kiss, and his eyes fell on her face, staring at her as if Pierre-Auguste Renoir painted her and asked Michael Angelo to sculpt her. She looked so beautiful under him, cheeks flushed, eyes shining, skin glowing, and her hair spread against the cushion. She really looked like a goddess.

Price thrusted this time a little deeper, looking how her eyebrows frown together as her mouth fell open with a moan slipping off her tongue like it was honey.

He lowered himself again. This time, his lips grazed her neck softly, leaving her with a tingling sensation. "You're so beautiful," he said between kisses, now thrusting her a little faster. A quiet moan escaped from her lips when she felt the rough material of his jeans against the fabrics of her panties. "Oh, John..."

His jeans were about to burst at any second. It was almost painful for him. He wanted to take her right there and fuck her senseless, but he's a patient man. He wanted to take his time with her.

Although he's not sure if he's going to last much.

His lips kept caressing her skin downwards, stopping at her chest. Light kisses grazed the soft flesh of her breasts. She arched her back, getting closer to his mouth when she felt his lips giving a kiss with a little suck directly to her clothed but visible nipple. A moan escaped from her lips as her eyes fluttered closed when he did the same with the other one.

"You're so sensitive, love. Look at how hard they are."

"It- It's because... you're tea- teasing me, John." He chuckled darkly, and she wriggled under him when she felt his breath fans on her nipple.

His lips kept giving light kisses to her ribcage, then stomach, then going down until he got to her pelvis stopping for a few seconds before smirking on her skin and keeping his trail until he's just in front of her intimate area.

Her hands flew to his hair the second he gave a light kiss to her clothed heat, hips buckling slightly. "Oh my..."

He gave another light kiss, this time to her entrance. "Lord... Price..."

"What?"

"S-stop... teasing and...just..."

"And just what?"

"Fuck I don't know! Just... do something..."

He went back down, and this time, he went for a open mouth kiss. Her back arched again when she felt his tongue licking her wetness throughout the thin fabric. His tongue felt hot. Her hips buckled again when he gave a deep kiss to her bud. "Oh my gosh..."

His lips sucked her folds like it was the last thing he would've tasted her. She cried at the feeling of the roughness of the fabric and the rasp of his beard in contrast to his soft and warm tongue.

It was driving her crazy.

His hands went to either side of her hips, grasping the hem of her panties. "Lift your hips, love," he said in a husky voice. She lifted her hips, and he pushed her panties down, disposing them on a corner of the living room, not caring where it went.

He went back to look at her before running a finger through all her wetness.

"You're so wet, love."

"Price..."

A loud moan escaped from her lips when a finger disappeared inside. "Oh my... yes..."

She didn't even have the time to adjust when the second finger was already inside. Her hips buckled up, but he held her down with his other hand. "Does it feel good?"

"Ah!... yes... it- oh my... it feels so good..."

He smirked at the same time he kept thrusting with his fingers, feeling her walls clench at him like her life depended on it.

"Ev... everything you do... feels fuck.... feels so good."

His blue eyes darkened. "Everything you want, I will give it to you. Like the goddess you are."

His fingers increased his pace, making sinful sounds with her wet skin. She moaned, feeling that familiar knot in her lower belly.

Price could feel her clenching around his fingers in the unique way she does when she's close. "Are you close, my love?"

She nodded, throwing her head back in ecstasy. "Oh... yes, I am..."

His fingers picked up a much faster pace as her hips buckled, and she wriggled beneath him. "Price I'm going to-..."

Then he stops.

"Fuck! Price?!" She raised her head and looked at him with a glint of anger in her beautiful orbs. He smiled and put his body on top of her, careful not to crush her with his weight. "I was so close and you-..." Her words died when she felt his tip going up and down her folds.

Oh this is better, she thought.

Without any warning, he slams his hips against hers, taking a cry out from the depths of her throat.

"Oh my gosh... Price..." She puts her arms against the floor. His pace was deep but slow. It was like he's sending a message within his thrusts.

An intimate way to say that he loves her, so much.

One thrust made her arch her back, and he used that opportunity to attach his mouth to her clothed breasts. His tongue swirled around her sensitive bud, damping the fabric with his saliva. She whined at the feeling of the rough fabric and his tongue against the sensitive skin. She's pretty sure tomorrow she couldn't even put a normal bra on without whining about rubbing against her.

Price raised his head to look at the beautiful sight under him.

Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes staring at him as her mouth tried to form a coherent sentence, but it was a failure to do so when his length was almost kissing her cervix.

But what caught his attention was something else.

The ring.

It was shining with the light of the fireplace as it hugged perfectly the tone of her skin.

It almost looked like an engagement ring.

A flash passed through John's mind. His dream of making love to her with her engagement ring on was so much like this. He caresses her lower arm and slowly intertwined his fingers with hers. The watches touching each other.

"I love you."

His pace increased, and she moaned loudly. "Oh, I'm close again..."

"You too, baby? Let's come together." She nodded rapidly as he picked up more his pace. The sound of skin slapping was getting more and more louder as her moans filled the entire living room.

"I'm so close Price."

"Me too, love." He said with a low growl when he felt how she was clenching him. "Fuck..." He said feeling how tightly he felt inside of her.

"I'm going to-..."

Then they snapped.

Price puts his forehead against hers as their orgasms hit them with so much force that it only came a quiet moan in each other mouths. Her wetness getting in his pubes and happy trail while his load oozes out of her, leaking to the floor and the cushion beneath her.

Price collapsed on top of her, his head on his chest, while she caressed his hair with her nails. He plants a soft kiss on where her heart is and smiles. His thumbs drawing circled in her hips.

"Merry Christmas, love."

"Merry Christmas, my bear."

Their rapid breathing was the only thing they could heard until a giggle comes out of her mouth.

"What?"

"We didn't lasted long."

He chuckled at that. "I don't fucking care."

He's right. Price doesn't care about that. In fact, he doesn't care about anything in this world if it means being with her like this, in the privacy of his home with his head resting against her chest and still inside of her like it was meant to be for the rest of his life.

This was the best Christmas he's ever celebrated.

Two weeks later, he's in his classroom writing on his board the new topic for the new semester. His face is serious, and even some students find it scary. He turned around and looked at the entire class. "Good morning, students. Today's the beginning of a new semester. We have so much to do, so get your notebook and start to write."

The students started to take out their notebooks with zero motivation, but no one said anything, not wanting to get on his bad side.

His eyes stopped on her for a second, only to find out she's already looking at him. She raised her finger and tapped her watch lightly.

He turned his back around to the students and started to write. His smile never left knowing the significance of the watch he had in his wrists as she's using the ring he gave her.

That was their way to show the world they're together.

The masterlist of this series is in the John Price Masterlist.

I'm so sorry for the late post, lol. I was having problems with my tumblr.

I apologize for mistakes or misspelling. Any suggestions are appreciated.🫶

#captain price #john price x reader #john price #cod mw2 #task force 141 #141 x reader #fanfic #cod 141 #prof price #professor price

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warriorofthought · 11 months ago

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A Servant's Lie Destroys Love

Summary: A servant told you and your loved one that your relationship would not be approved by your father, leading to their suffering for two years and three months. Your father eventually discovered and punished the servant, then reuniting them.

Word count: 5749

Warnings: sad feelings

Father Thranduil x male reader

You are Thranduil's youngest son, you are very breathtaking. You are a strong warrior but also a very good healer. Thranduil loves you very much.

Your white hair, almost like snow or diamonds, is a rare color.

Your figure makes you attractive to everyone and you don't even notice it.

Your father Thranduil comes into your room and sees you looking disparagingly at the blue-red streak in your hair, the streak is your natural color, it comes again and again, even if you cut it out.

You watch the strand in the mirror and sigh.

"Again?" Your father comes up to you and sees you looking at the long strand.

"Again what, father?" You ask and your eyes meet through the mirror.

"That streak," he indicates it with his fingers. "Are you going to cut it out again?"

"I hate it, is my stupid white hair not enough, why does it must have this red blue strand?"

"Your white hair is enough son, the streak of red is beautiful, it's better to let it grow, it's like a flame," he puts his hand on your shoulder and adds, "Let the streak grow and add beauty and charm to your appearance, please, my son."

Annoyed you move your shoulder away from him. " I know you wouldn't understand that"

"I understand your annoyance son, just let the streak be and let the red color in it be like a flame or the sun, it looks like a star when it shines, please listen to me," he says and stands in front of you, blocking the way to the mirror.

You lean your head in your father's neck "i hate it" you mumble and the frustration is clearly heard in your voice and also the tears that try to leave your eyes.

Your father wraps his strong arms around you and kisses you on the forehead, his touch warms the chill in your heart and the tears from your eyes fall down your cheeks, Thranduil holds you close to him and says, "It's hard for me to see you crying because of this, let me see the streak."

Thranduil carefully lifts the strand of hair and studies it closely, "Hmm, this red is like fire or the sun," he says and brushes his fingers against it, "It suits you, even though you don't notice it, it has a charm when it shines and stands out among the white in the hair, the red streak seems like the red in the eyes of a predator, it will impress everyone."

"and the blue triad?"

He lowers the streak to see both colors, "The blue seems like the eyes of a deep ocean or the night sky under the moon, there is mystery, beauty and charm in this blue, and with this combination it is very unique, I have never seen such a strand before."

"Don't think to cut the streak or think it's ugly again, it will add to your charm and your white hair makes it stand out, it's fascinating and beautiful," he says, then he kisses your forehead again.

You nod slightly.

"I love you," he wraps his arms around you tightly and buries his face in your neck and you feel the strength of his love, Thranduil does not stop holding you and rubbing your hair with his fingers, "I really love you, my son," he says.

"love you too, father"

He raises his face and looks at you smiling, then he lowers his lips to your forehead and kisses you again, "Be happy and forget this nonsense about the streak, it's beautiful and you are beautiful with it," he adds.

Timeskip (You have let the strand grow for a few weeks.

Then one evening Thranduil finds you at your hidden places, after you have missed dinner and sees you have cut the strand again.)

Thranduil has a deep frown on his face, the look of his face shows his displeasure, "Again?" Thranduil says, "I asked you not to cut the streak, this red and blue is making you more spectacular and beautiful, why are you doing this?"

"i didn't promise it" you answer soft.

"I knew this would happen Son, I'm not sure why you don't see the charm of this streak, what will other elves say when they see this unique streak of yours in white hair, it's like a sun or a star," he says and kneels in front of you as he puts his hands on your cheeks and brings your face to his eyes, "I'm very angry with this son, I wanted you to see the charm of this streak."

"i hate it, i fucking hate it, I hate it so much, I hate that it reminds me of someone! " You answer frustrated and you don't even realize that you said more as you even wanted to expose.

Thranduil is startled when you swear, he has never heard this sentence from you before, "Remind you of someone?" he asks, with fear and curiosity in his voice.

Your eyes weiden slightly " no? Its not important"

Thranduil is serious and doesn't let this issue go so easily, "Who does it remind you of?" he asks more anxiously.

"its not important anymore, we are not together anymore, I'm not together anymore with this person" you say quickly.

"But you once had a relationship with this person?" he replies, looking into your eyes carefully.

You nod slightly.

"How long did the relationship last?"

His face changes and he begins to be serious and a frown spreads on his face.

" 2 years and 3 months" you mumble.

"Did he break the relationship off from you?"

He is more attentive and the expression on his face changes further.

"Who said it was a he and yes it was not me who broke up"

"This is more important than I imagined," Thranduil says, and his voice becomes sharp, "Nobody said it. But I assume it. He broke up with you, how long ago did it happen?"

You look away from him.

Thranduil becomes more serious, he grabs your chin and forces you to look into his eyes, "Are you still in love with him?"

You nod.

The frown on his face widens, and his voice is louder, "You are still in love with someone who left you?"

"Father, don't say it like that, that hurts." You whisper.

Thranduil's facial expression changes and he becomes soft and caring, he removes his hands from your face and wraps his arms around you, "It's obvious that I have pained you my Son, but how long has it been since he left you?"

"a year and 2 months" you answer shortly.

Thranduil stays silent, he is still surprised to know you had a relationship and now that the relationship got broke off. And that you hide it. You hide your pain and dealt with it alone.

Thranduil holds you away from him and looks at you intently, he can clearly see the pain in your eyes that you have been trying to hide, Thranduil rubs your back and says, "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

He becomes more curious about what happened during these two years of love and how this relationship ended.

"Because it was not a woman, it was a male, i thought you wouldn't approve of it" you mumble small.

Thranduil is really surprised by this sudden twist, he didn't expect that at all, yet he understands and nods briefly, "I understand, you thought I wouldn't approve of the relationship, but Son, why didn't you tell me that he broke up with you? I would have understood you."

"i don't know, i just felt suddenly so alone and i didn't know what to do"

"My Son," Thranduil's voice becomes more affectionate, he puts his hands on your cheeks and adds, "Did you feel this pain alone in the one year and two months without telling anyone? How many times did you want to talk to me or your brother Legolas and didn't?"

" I can deal with it alone, it's not so bad", you answer, you know that this is a lie.

"I don't believe a word of this," Thranduil says and looks deep into your eyes, "I never knew you have dealt with this pain for two years, my Son, you shouldn't have done this, you should have told me."

"You both were busy, really busy. You both didn't need another burden."

"What are you talking about?! You, my Son, are not a burden for me or Legolas, if you are in pain, you must tell us, we are your family and we are here to share your joy and pain."

Thranduil's concern for you grows, and he says, "I hate that you hid your pain to avoid bothering us."

You lower your head slightly.

Then Thranduils head fills with concern " Have you talked about that, to anyone, your pain, do you had anyone who had listen to you, who you had talked to?" Thranduil ask almost scared of the answer.

You remain silent, your eyes avoid those of Thranduil and you look to the side slightly, Thranduil understands that you have not spoken to anyone about your pain, and you have been dealing with everything alone, he is very upset about this.

Thranduil lifts your face to his eyes and says, "Did no one listen to your pain? No one supported you?"

"I was good at hiding it" you slightly smile.

"This is the most hurtful thing I can hear from you," Thranduil says and his voice is pained, "You have hidden your pain from me and Legolas and from everyone, you were alone in your pain? That breaks me, a father. how many times have you felt sad, angry, in pain, and no one helped you?"

"i was fine, I'm fine"

Your answer made Thranduil's face turn to sadness, he knows you are not fine and that you have been suffering for two years, he hates the idea that his son has been in pain alone throughout this time.

"You are still in pain inside," Thranduil says sadly, "How many nights you have cried to sleep and no one has wiped your tears?"

You stay silent.

Thranduil is upset now, this has caused pain to his heart, "I'm here, my Son, I love you and I'm here for you no matter what, you should have come to me to share your pain, to say that it hurts, I would have supported you, but no one was with you, how many nights have you cried yourself to sleep with no one to hug you in your misery? Who wiped your tears?"

"I was fine, there were important things to do as me."

Thranduil becomes more distressed, "No matter how much work I have, it would not be more important than my son's pain in his soul," he says, "My son, is this how you have dealt with the sadness and misery of the breakup? Alone in a corner and a heart tearing apart alone without knowing how to deal with it?"

"Don't lie to me or hide your feelings from me, this is the last time I'm asking you. Who was with you?"

"No one was there." you whisper.

Thranduil takes a deep breath, he is angry, "No one knew or heard that you were in pain? No one was there to comfort you? No one helped you in your misery?"

Thranduil's voice fills with pain and anger as he asks, "You didn't even let Legolas support you?"

"I'm fine"

"Don't you dare tell me you're fine again," he says louder, "You have been alone dealing with the breakup for two years, you have hidden everything inside you, you have cried yourself to sleep at night and no one has cared or hugged you, tell me who was there to listen to you in your misery? WHO WAS THERE WITH YOU?"

"no one was there" you snap back.

"I was alone, alone, i couldn't brother anyone, couldn't steal their happiness because i felt bad or sad"

Thranduil feels even more pain in his heart, he sees the extent of your agony as he looks at you, "You were alone in your grief and misery, you did all this alone and your tears dried by themselves and no one has given you comfort and support, and you think this is fine?"

"yes, it is fine"

"It's fine to be alone in misery and grief?"

Thranduil becomes more serious and angry, he leans forward and says, "Don't lie to me," he grabs your arms firmly and says, "Tell me, didn't you get sick of it? Didn't you miss that person? Did you really handle all this alone?"

Your breath suddenly gets stuck as your father's question hurts you, if you didn't miss your loved one.

Thranduil's grip on your arms tightens as he notices your breath catching, he realizes how pained you are by his question.

He continues, "Tell me, didn't you miss him too? Is this how you handle the loss of love, with pain? Alone in misery?"

You don't answer his question.

Then Thranduil decides to trick you. "So you don't care if he has a new partner? Probably a better one than you?"

The idea of him with a new person makes your stomach turn painfully and your heart beats rapidly, your breath catches in your throat and your face freezes, it is the first time he has mentioned this thing.

You can't stand the thought of him with someone else, but you try with all your strength to remain calm and not to panic, and to try not to show him your jealousy and pain.

"what?" You ask softly

"I'm saying that he has surely now moved on and is with another person, maybe even better than you," Thranduil adds as he waits for you to reply and to show at least some reaction.

"He wouldn't do that"

"The more time passes my Son, the more he will find someone else, and they will be happy together, this is what the reality is, he left you and there is nothing to stop him from being happy again."

Thranduil tries to see your reaction and wait for you to show jealousy or anger if you hear this thing.

But instead of anger or jealousy, Thranduil has torn your heart apart " that's not true, he still loves me, he has broken up with me, because he thinks he is not enough for a prince, like me. Because we both thought you would abandoned me" you say weak and your legs give away.

Thranduil is about to become furious and yell out loud, but he notices that the words had a great impact on you, your legs are giving way, and your voice is weak.

His attitude changes and he kneels before you, Thranduil wraps his strong arms around you and lifts your body, holding you tightly in his arms.

"He left you because he thought I would abandon you?"

Thranduil's eyes widen as rage sweeps over him, "How could he think that?"

"there was servant that talked bad about you. Talked about that you hate relationships that have the same gander. You will have cut their heads. He was so scared you would abandon me, he said it would break me to be apart from you and Legolas. I told him, we could run away, we both could live together. But he was against it, he said he was not Worthy of my love, because he is just a simple warrior.

But he cared so much about me, so so much." You finally sob under pain.

Thranduil's eyes fill with rage and he tries to remain calm, his entire body trembles and he holds you tighter, "What do these servants know about us? He said that I hate a relationship if the two are a boy or a girl?"

His voice trembles and his anger is obvious, he asks again, "He left you because he feared that we would abandon you?"

"He was a good man, father. He always cared about me, made sure I didn't exhaust myself.

We did so many things together, so beautiful things. He even helped me to take care of the injured people after the battle. I was so scared that one of the injured ones would die, that he stayed with me there. Helped me to get the things I need to heal them. He did everything for me.”

“This servant made us both scared. What he said sounded plausible, that you hated relationships with the same gender. You have slaughtered a few people because of that.”

“He felt so worthless, not Worthy enough for me to have him. He didn't think you would give him your blessing.

He cried and begged me to stop this relationship with him because it could harm me." You cry quite.

Thranduil is really surprised to hear how much he cared for you and how much he loved you, and how he helped you with the wounded people.

His anger turns to sadness and he squeezes you tighter and asks again, "If that servant didn't exist, this wouldn't have happened? You might have still been together now if it wasn't for this?"

"yeah, I'm sure you would loved him. " You mumble.

Then for a second you remember a lovely memory with your love and your sobs immediately stops and you smile softly.

Thranduil looks at you as long as you smile softly, and he sees your face lighten up when you remember this memory, he leans down to you and asks, "Will you tell me about it?"

He sees his son's pain is going away a little, and he is happy that you are smiling.

"huh? About what" you ask slightly confused.

"The lovely memory you remembered," Thranduil answers with a smile on his face, "You smiled softly when you remembered it, I would like to know what was that lovely memory that made you smile?"

You nod slowly before you with a joyful voice speak "I have told him casually in a subordinate clause that it would be nice to see the stars during the day. A few weeks later, he took me to a small stone cave and in there you could see the stars during the day. I mean, it wasn't really the stars but it was wonderful and we had a picnic." You smile dreamly.

Thranduil's face brightens as he hears your lovely memory and smiles softly, "He really loved you and you him," he says in a warm tone, "He did not let a single moment go by without making you happy."

"He always made me happy. We both were scared, I was scared at some point to tell you of him and I even feared to tell Legolas of him" you mumble sadly.

Thranduil understands that the servant's statements had affected you a lot and had made you afraid to speak, he says, "Well, that servant was a fool, they had no right to interfere in your relationship that way, they caused too much harm," Thranduil continues, "He was a good-hearted and lovely person, you should have told me and Legolas, we would have accepted him and welcomed him into our life."

"The servant is your right hand, Bararod, father. He is one of the teachers that teaches me and Legolas. The words he told were always the same with you, how should I know that this was a lie."

Thranduil is startled to hear this, he is really angry, "Bararod said that?" he continues, "Bararod, who I trusted and had near me most of the time, is the one who said that?"

The expression on Thranduil's face darkens and he looks straight into your eyes, "Did he really say that I hated people who were together with the same gender?"

"He did, he saw me and him hold hands. He told us it was disgusting, he told us you would find it disgusting."

Thranduil's eyes are filled with anger, "He said it was disgusting that you were together? He dared to say that to you?"

Thranduil's voice sounds a little louder as he feels his anger escalating, "He said I would feel disgusted by it? He said I would abandon you because of that?"

Thranduil's eyes flash with rage and he feels like he wants to take his sword from its sheath and tear Barabrod to pieces.

"he did" you mumble as your eyes start to fill with tears again.

Thranduil remains in shock for a moment and then he looks at you with intense anger in his eyes, but when he sees the tears in your eyes, his voice becomes softer, "I swear to you my son that if you had told me about him, there would have been no one to have a problem with this relationship," he says with a calm voice, "I would have accepted him and welcomed him into our family."

"I'm so sorry" you sob.

"Don't be sorry," he says softly, "You are not at fault at all, you did this because you thought that you would harm me, and you did this because of the pressure you had suffered from the servant, you were afraid to tell me about him.

I swear to you that I would have accepted him, my Son, you were wrong in this matter," Thranduil takes you tightly and holds you in his arms, "don't cry," he continues, "I'm here, my Son, I'm here for you."

"I still would have my love, if i wasn't so scared, so stupid" you whimper.

"You're not stupid, my Son," Thranduil says in an understanding and soothing voice, "I'm just upset that you thought the worst about me," he continues, "I would have accepted him, and I would have allowed you to enjoy your relationship without any pain, I swear to you, my sin, do not cry, do not think about what has happened, no one could have interfered in your life and your relationship."

"I do" you nod.

Thranduil nods with a sad face, "Do you know where he is now?"

"no, he has left Mirkwood. We... I have too often seek his present because I watched him from afar and sometimes we ran into each other in a hallway. He always had tears in eyes when I saw him, i had made it so difficult for him because I tried to speak with him, i told him we both could leave Mirkwood, nobody would find us, but he was against it. His tears hurted me so much. And then one day I couldn't find him anywhere, just a little paper in his room that told me that he left Mirkwood for my safety and that he will always love me." Silent tears leave your eyes.

Thranduil was heartbroken when he heard these words, and he couldn't hide the pain on his face, which had become dark and sad, "What is his name, my son? Your love?"

"Ithildriel"

"Ithildriel," Thranduil repeats the words to feel them, and he can't help but think about this name, "And he really left you because he feared for you, my Son? He said he would always love you, but he left you because he was afraid for your safety and did not want to hurt you?"

"He wanted to protect me, Bararod, he told us terrible things about you. He treated us that when he see us together again he would tell it to you and Bararod told us you would kill Ithildriel before my eyes, let me watch. Because you would be so angry" you mumble, your head lays on his shoulder.

Thranduil clenches his fists and his face becomes furious, "I would have killed Ithildriel? In front of you? Bararod made you think I am a monster who will kill the person you love and let you watch this?"

"i... Yeah he has. Bararod still does it, sometimes when he sees me dreaming about Ithildriel or when I'm drawing him, Bararod comes to me and tells me the terrible things you would do to Ithildriel when you would know about us."

Thranduil is really angry and his voice becomes louder and harsher, "That wretched Bararod, he said I would murder Ithildriel in front of you? And he tells you those things to scare and hurt you?"

You nod again.

Thranduil is really furious, and he squeezes you tightly in his arms, "Do you believe those lies?"

Thranduil pauses for a moment and whispers softly, "Did you believe that I was a cruel and angry man who would kill your lover, and let you watch him being killed?"

Your hands cramp around his back as you hold onto your father. " I... I..... I did"

Thranduil's heart sinks into his stomach when he hears you say this, he whispers gently and softly, "Did you believe me to be this cruel, my Son?"

His eyes are full of shock and sadness, yet he tries to stay calm, despite his deep pain, and he holds you more tightly and more lovingly, "Was that what that stupid servant made you believe about me?"

You nod slightly.

Thranduil is very silent, and his heart fills up with sorrow, "You thought I was this cruel and you couldn't tell me about you and Ithildriel," he continues, "You thought that as soon as I know about your relationship I would kill Ithildriel and let you watch him, and you feared that."

Thranduil's voice is slightly breaking as he speaks, it hurts him immensely to hear that you were afraid of him and believed that he was capable of such cruelty.

"I'm so sorry, I know now, you wouldn't do that."

"It's too late now" you cry.

"It is not too late," Thranduil whispers, holding your head gently and speaking in a soft voice, "It is not too late, and it is not your fault."

The moment Thranduil said this, he felt that you were crying more and that your whole body was shaking, he realized that you had been hurt a lot by the whole situation.

"Are you hurt a lot?" he whispers, "Do you still miss him?"

"I miss him so much, father. Every day, every second" you say and finally your last straw breaks and you cry your pain out that you hid the last two years and 3 months.

Thranduil feels your whole body shake and he presses you against his chest trying to calm your intense crying and your body's shaking, he whispers to you, "My Son, it's okay, let it all out, don't hold back your pain anymore."

He lets you cry as much as you need to and holds you tightly in his arms, he rubs your back gently, wishing to ease your pain the best he can.

After a while you fall asleep against your father.

Thranduil feels you becoming calmer and your body relaxing and no longer shaking. He notices that your breathing has become regular as well, and he decides that it is better to let you sleep peacefully in his arms, so he is just rubbing your back and looking at you while you rest on his chest.

He thinks to himself, "Poor Son, he has been hurt a lot. He has been carrying all that by himself and has been afraid to tell me for a long time."

Hours have passed and Thranduil is still holding you in his arms as you sleep peacefully. He looks at you and smiles gently as he watches you sleep peacefully, feeling happy that you have finally stopped crying, and that you are finally calmed and no longer in pain.

But as he looks at you sleeping peacefully and smiling in his arms, he starts wondering about Ithildriel, is he still thinking about you? Is he missing you? Is he missing you the way you're missing him?

The next morning comes and Thranduil sees you have fully relaxed while you slept in your sleep, your face looks healthy and peaceful unlike yesterday's tears and sadness.

Thranduil watches you and he is happy to see you without any sadness on your face. Then Thranduil gently strokes your hair with his hand, wishing to make you wake up peacefully and not be suddenly startled.

"Ithildriel?" You mumble sleepy.

Thranduil's eyes widen in shock when he hears you speak that name and he immediately stops stroking your hair, he looks at you and sees you have started to wake up but you are still drowsy. As soon as you say Ithildriel's name his heart skips a beat and he hopes there is still hope for you to reunite with him.

Thranduil's eyes become more sad, and he says in a soft voice, "No, it's not Ithildriel, it's me, Thranduil."

Your eyes flesh for a second with hurt but then they are normal again " you are still here, father"

Thranduil's heart breaks when he sees the expression of hurt reflected in your eyes for a moment, he knows how much you miss him. He nods with sadness and he answers your words, "Yes, I am still here and I will always be here for you."

"i will never see Ithildriel again, right?" You ask softly and look up at your father.

Thranduil closes his eyes for a moment, feeling his heart drop in his stomach from the pain of hearing your question, and he opens them again and speaks softly and in a sad voice, "No, my Son, I don't think we are going to see him again."

Thranduil's voice chokes with sorrow, he feels like a heavy stone is weighing down his heart now, he can't bear to think about his Son never seeing Ithildriel again.

You simple nod, accepting your sad fate.

Thranduil closes his eyes again for a moment, feeling the sadness that is weighing on his heart, and he opens his eyes again and looks at you, his eyes are full of deep pain about the fact that you will never see Ithildriel again and that you will never reunite with him, which hurts him and tears his heart. He can't bear to see you without Ithildriel.

A few days later, the servant Bararod get punished by your father and he must leave the kingdom.

Timeskip ( A few months later. Thranduil has given Legolas a task and finally he has finished it. Then Thranduil brings you almost excited to a room in the castle.)

Thranduil's face is full of excitement when he brings you into the room, but he also looks very happy and optimistic, and he has a wide smile on his lips. It looks like someone has succeeded at a very difficult and important task, and his face shows he is very happy. He looks straight into your eyes with optimism.

"Why are you so happy, father?" You ask as you walk beside him, follow him.

"I am happy because Legolas has completed the task I had assigned to him a while ago, and I am very excited about what he is going to show you and me at this moment," he answers you with a bright smile when he sees your curious eyes, "Do you want to see what we have been waiting for?"

"waiting for?" You are confused but nod.

Thranduil smiles more happily when he sees that you are curious and interested, then he turns away and opens the big door and gestures for you to go inside.

You look at him surprised, and Thranduil's face is full of excitement and hope as he looks at you, eager for you to discover the secret he has been hiding from you.

You walk inside the room, but you don't see anything.

You turn around to your father, annoying "here is nothing, why are you bringing me to a roo..m..." your breath hitches and you grasp as you see the person standing beside the door.

"Ithildriel?" You choke out.

Thranduil is standing right beside the door to witness the reunion between you and Ithildriel, his heart beats with excitement, and it is hard to keep his deep happiness from breaking down, he is very happy to see the reunion between you and Ithirdriel.

Thranduil looks at you as you see your lover standing there, his heart breaks seeing your reaction to your lover standing there, waiting for you, and you seem too happy to even recognize him. Thranduil is really happy to watch you both reunite.

"i'm dreaming? How... Ithildriel" you are so confused. You see Ithildriel smile lovely at you and step closer to you.

Thranduil smiles as he sees your face expressing surprise when you see Ithildriel, and your eyes fill with tears of joy as he takes a step closer to you, and your lover's face is also expressing the joy he feels towards you.

Thranduil's heart breaks as he watches you both become happy at the reunion, he sees you two happy together and he feels a deep sense of joy and satisfaction, his pain of losing you and your lover starts to become a deep joy.

Ithildriel grab your hands and intertwined your hands together. " Oh my God, you are here, you are really here" you huge him happy, so happy.

Ithildriel's heart is overflowing with joy, and he hugs you tightly, and both of you feel that a heavy weight that has been on your hearts has fallen and that both of you are finally happy again.

Thranduil is watching you both hugging each other in joy and he can't stop watching your faces with a smile that keeps growing wider, feeling so happy and hopeful for you and your lover.

"Ithildriel " you say lovely and look in his eyes. your hand softly move a strand of his beautiful black hair out of his face.

Ithildriel is also looking at you lovingly and the moment he sees you take a strand of hair and move it away from his face, he looks at you lovingly and he smiles with the same love and gentleness that has always been present between you and him.

"I have missed you so much, i never have forgotten you."

Ithildriel smiles as he hears your words and his eyes are filled with love again, he answers you softly, "I have also missed you so much and I have never forgotten you either, you are always in my thoughts and my heart."

#lord of the rings #the hobbit #thranduil x you #thranduil of mirkwood #thranduil x male reader #Thranduil #Thranduil father #Father Thranduil #lotr #Love #happy ending au

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miirshroom · 3 months ago

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The Moon of Nokstella - The Language of Elements

A while back I counted the gemstones and found that the sides of the moon of Nokstella are not equal. I did this because I had a thought that it might be a kind of dot diagram for an atom surrounded by electrons. It's not the only item where I speculate this, there are many shields where similarly I am interested in counting the rivets. So the assumption here is that there is a story around the synthesis of element 38 from elements 34 and 4.

Element 34 is Selenium, which was named for a Roman goddess of the moon. It is a dark silvery metal. This immediately seems to confirm my suspicion considering the dark moon theme of the talisman.

Element 4 is Beryllium, which is a component of the Beryl gemstone. These are all Beryls:

If it is assumed that the 34 surrounding gemstones are also beryls for consistency then they have a good colour match with aquamarine, while the 4 quadrant Beryls resemble maxixe. The colour of aquamarine is generally stable (it is made by trace amounts of iron), though it can be intensified with heat treatment. The colour of maxixe is artificial due to radiation and will fade over time. Clear goshenite is the mother of all beryl's because it can treated to re-colour it to the others.

Aquamarine and Bloodstone are the two birthstones for March. The corresponding zodiac signs would be Pisces and Aries assuming Western astrology (sun signs) or Aquarius and Pisces by Vedic astrology (moon signs).

Element 38 is Strontium. It is a soft metal that is silvery but rapidly tarnishes to a dull yellow when exposed to air. It burns red in a colour similar to Elden Ring's bloodflame:

It was named after the Scottish village of Strontian (Sròn an t-Sìthein), which means "nose of the fairy hill". The overall color of the talisman recalls that there is a nebulous blue fairy and/or dancer in the lore. And "Siofra" means "changeling" in reference to the fairy creature.

Combine with the above knowledge of Aquarius, the fixed air sign that sweeps away the past to make room for something new, and this implies that a fairy changeling was created by the power of the metallic moon and stone. And that was the beginning of the ancient wolf-and-sheep themed blood dynasty.

Fragments and updates from my earlier speculation about the creation myth(s) of the Lands Between. Presented in format of trumpet sounds to herald what is to come in the following astrological sign:

Scorpio: An existing world ruled by what would eventually come to be known as the God of Rot. 1st trumpet - hail and fire mingled with blood thrown to earth. Scorched 1/3 of the Earth.

Ophiuchus: 1st Day: "Let there be light". Memory of grace. Light of the rising sun reflecting on the water 2nd trumpet - great mountain burning with fire, 1/3 of the land turned red.

Sagittarius: 2nd Day: Creation of the Firmament (i.e. the heavens and the sky) 3rd trumpet - star called wormwood poisons 1/3 of fresh water sources (wormwood is also called "absinthe sage"). This star is quite likely the Elden Beast, but could be an Astel.

Capricorn: 3rd Day: Creation of dry ground and plants. Likely creation of an Erdtree, or a certain species of tree in general. 4th trumpet - 1/3rd of the light from the sun, moon and stars goes dark.

Aquarius: 4th Day: Creation of sun, moon, and stars - creation of a black moon? Or representing a moon cycle - the emergence of an illuminated full moon from the previous new (dark) moon? 5th trumpet - the first woe. A star falls from heaven, with Scorpion-like tail. Creatures are eradicated unless they have a certain sign on their foreheads. The Scorpion-like tail again may reference Astel, more likely than the Elden Beast.

Pisces: 5th Day: Creation of birds and sea creatures - Creation of sea life could be re-contextualized as eradication of all sea-life that does not fit within a strict definition (considering how rare it is to see true sea creatures in the game and especially the lack of fish). Creation of birds likely corresponds to creation of the Twinbird, considering that Pisces is associated with two fish moving in different directions, or with the swallow bird in the Babylonian zodiac. 6th trumpet - the second woe - 4 angels released from binds in River Euphrates.

Aries: 6th Day: Creation of land animals and humans - created with a Cardinal fire sign. Origin of bloodflame, probably, for the warm blood that is poetically considered the animating source of life for humans and mammals. 7th trumpet - the third woe - kingdom of the world becomes kingdom of the Lord. Presumably Placidusax, the first Elden Lord.

Moon of Nokstella

This legendary talisman is a treasure of Nokstella, the Eternal City. Increases memory slots. This talisman represents the lost black moon. The moon of Nokstella was the guide of countless stars.

At my current guess, I would place the mythical black moon of Nokstella as dating back to the ancient era of Aquarius. For context of what that means relative to other points on the timeline, I expect that the era of Scorpio corresponds to the desolation of Rauh and origin of the ancient God of Rot (scorpions and all). The Abyssal Serpent (Ophiuchus) arrives being "hail and fire mixed with blood" that "scorched 1/3 of the earth". And is followed by the Primordial Crucible - a giant fiery volcano - in the mutable fire sign of Sagittarius as heralded by the 2nd trumpet and demonstrated by the presence of Crucible Knight Denovia with the centaur Aspect of the Crucible. The wing of Astel is a curved sword such as those used by the Warrior character class who resembles the folkloric dancer in blue, and Astel itself has the appearance of a monstrous blue fairy - thus the Ancient God of Rot was also sealed at this time of change represented by Pisces.

And this weaving of chemistry, astrology, birthstones, Abrahamic creation myth, Christian book of Revelations and fairytale folklore is one example of how the timeline is complex, but it's possible to assemble a shape for even the more nebulous earlier points by identifying and dissecting the mythology inspirations. There are certainly other layers relating to the creation myths of other cultures, but this is as far as I intend to speculate based on the Moon of Nokstella alone.

#elden ring #elden ring lore #analysis of art design #I researched gemstones intensely several months back #It's hard to tell from this angle if there is an upwards facing gemstone between the 2 birds.#If there was that would be element 39 which is Yttrium #3 pronged like the 3 fingers and also a satisfying number that is the sum of 3^1 + 3^2 + 3^3 #39 also apparently pronounced “Miku” which makes it slang for vocaloid Hatsune Miku in Japan

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dangermousie · 9 months ago

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List of dramas everyone loves but I either watched and did not love or didn’t even want to watch because I found them unappealing to that degree.

1. Nirvana in Fire - the protag was way too OP and I also never did overcome my conviction that Wang Kai would get eaten alive by the court the moment MCS died - ideals and inability to do sleazy compromising morally grey things combined with too much morality make for a terrible ruler.

2. Castaway Diva - it was so fucking precious I wanted to scream “you can’t do magic realism with your magic chirpy castaway.” Sure Jorge Amado could but you ain’t Jorge Amado.

3. Extraordinary Attorney Woo - I do not do lawyer dramas at all. And as a contrarian, the more people fangirled over it, the more annoyed I got.

4. You are Beautiful - yeah it’s old but I can hold a grudge. Watching it as it aired was extremely not fun with insane fans who were enraged the ratings were not whatever it was, the characters were annoying as fuck and JGS decided to cosplay as his character in this for a decade after, the ending was lifted from A Star in my Heart. But honestly it’s the psychotic fans that really did it for me.

5. Start Up - why it inspired this degree of obsession and virtiol is beyond me but I couldn’t look at anyone involved for years.

6. Legend of Zhen Huan - I hate all harem dramas and the better made the more I hate them because all those smart women fighting for attention of one gross fail man so as to survive or for power or because it’s him or nobody is, historically accurate or not, depressing as fuck.

7. Legend of Fei - color beige given form.

8. Moon that Eclipses the Sun - moronic plot, dumbing down of any historical reality of anything, lead pair with no chemistry (and leading lady who can’t act), and the start of the horrifying fluffy youth sageuk trend. If I had Thanos’ zapper to use only on one drama this would be it.

9. My Name is Kim Sam Soon - once again huge old hit and I can hold grudges - it’s not funny and the leads are an immature annoying unlikeable pair. When the only character I like is the secondary girl you know you fucked up.

10. Rookie Historian - makes Moon that Eclipses the Sun seem like Jumong. Also if Cha Eun Woo actually moves his face I think the world might end so I am grateful to him from protecting us from that apocalypse in that and every other drama.

(I did not include dramas that were popular but had a mixed reception like Boys Over Flowers etc or we’d be here all day.)

#cdrama #kdrama #I am cranky today so whatever

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unholyverse · 11 months ago

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waterparks // alternative press issue #341

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WATERPARKS

THESE POP-PUNK UPSTARTS HAVE CATCHY SONGS, AN ENDORSEMENT FROM THE MADDENS AND AN UNIRONIC LOVE FOR HAIR DYE AND FUNKY-COLORED JELL-O. THEY ALSO HAVE A LOT TO PROVE-AND THEY'RE READY TO GET TO WORK.

STORY: EVAN LUCY x PHOTOS: JONATHAN WEINER

Awsten Knight knows what you're thinking: This time last year, his band, Waterparks, were veritable nobodies. You'd probably not heard their two EPs (2012's Airplane Conversations and 2014's Black Light), and the band's SEO was likely so suspect, there's no way a Google search would place the Houston-based trio above their hometown Wet 'n' Wild.

What a difference a trip around the sun. makes. Since late last year, the group scored a record deal with Equal Vision, picked up Good Charlotte's Benji and Joel Madden as their managers, performed at the 2016 APMAS and even graced the cover of AP's Warped Tour issue-all before releasing their first album. Along the way, they've cultivated a passionate (and ever-growing) fanbase, thanks to an irreverent sense of humor, insatiable work ethic and saccharine-sweet pop-rock sound. But as their star has grown, so have the rumors and confusion about just how they ended up on a collision course with success.

"I saw somebody online say, 'Isn't this that industry-plant band? Like we were made by a label or something." Knight remarks from Los Angeles, where he and his bandmates are putting the finishing touches on bonus tracks for their debut full-length, Double Dare, and filming a video for the album's first single, "Stupid For You." "People are always like, "Where'd this band come from? This band blew up overnight! That's really not the case."

Indeed, it's been a grind for Waterparks, who formed back in 2011 and, after years of hustle and hard work, got signed last year after a demo serendipitously ended up in Equal Vision's online submission box. Even today, as Waterparks—Knight, guitarist/vocalist Geoff Wigington and drummer Otto Wood-seem to have an indefinite amount of momentum and a limitless future, there's always some humbling experience to remind them the big time is still a few steps away. Look no further than their method of transportation for this summer's Warped Tour: a modified Sprinter van handily equipped with sleeping quarters- but no air conditioning.

"The van didn't have A/C until we got to the North, Knight remembers. "We did Texas and Florida, the whole South, with no A/C. People thought we were in a bus. It'd be like, 'Oh yeah, when you guys go back to your bus…" He laughs. "How can you be egotistical when you're sitting there in a sweaty van going, 'Fucking kill me?'"

Lifestyles of the rich and famous it isn't, but that's fine with Waterparks. They're used to surprising people, whether it's with their origin story or their music. A testament to both their artistic vision and desire not to be pigeonholed as just another pop-punk band, Double Dare sounds like an album made by three men raised in iPod shuffle culture. The album opener "Hawaii (Stay Awake)" skews toward more standard pop-punk fare (a sound that definitely provides a backbone for the 12 tracks that follow), but the band are quick to add bits of pop, electronica and (surprisingly) hip- hop to the melting pot, leaving Double Dare feeling instantly reminiscent, yet wildly unpredictable. There's the unabashed pop charm of "Take Her To The Moon," a DeLorean ride back to the scene's neon days that's awash in glassy synths; the biting "Little Violence," which takes aim at "fake-ass band guys," along with the now-defunct site AbsolutePunk; "Stupid For You," a roller coaster of vocal runs mixed with razor-sharp hooks; and the jittery "Dizzy," which combines mile-a-minute rapped verses with a towering half-time chorus.

Knight, a textbook over-writer, wrote and demoed more than 40 songs for the album, which the group whittled down to the 17 or so they actually tracked in Los Angeles with producers Courtney Ballard and Benji Madden. What makes Double Dare such an engaging listen is not just the songwriting, but the way Waterparks dress it up. Throughout the album, Knight's voice serves almost as a third guitar, cutting in and out and swirling around the mix to give things added depth and a secret sonic weapon their peers lack.

"Listen to Kesha," Knight implores. "People have heard a lead guitar a billion times-no one gives a shit about a sick guitar lead. What's going to sound sonically cooler to the average human: a lead guitar- which people have been hearing for the longest time- or the literally unlimited sounds I can cut my voice up into and make it [serve the same purpose]? It just sounds cooler."

As a teenager, Knight studied raps by the likes of Busta Rhymes and Ludacris (he even performed a cover of Fergie's "Fergalicious" at an early show), and he thinks it would be "sweet" to be in a boy band. "You have to stand out, otherwise there's nothing interesting about what you're doing," he explains. "We've always tried to do different shit. A lot of our songs are a pop-driven thing, but it's a band. Girl-pop, to me, is the best genre [in music]. Even if you don't speak English and you hear a Kesha song or a Katy Perry song, it's going to sound so good. The melody is everything: It sounds so happy. Put those songs next to whatever progressive metal band and their fucking guitar sweeps. That's the difference between being a band people like and being a musician's band. [Adopts nerdy voice] 'Oh, that time signature change, blah blah! No one gives a shit except nerdy dudes, and nerdy dudes aren't going to buy your record, anyway. I want to make shit my little sister and her friends would be into."

If Knight is that unabashedly honest about his musical intentions, the words he writes take it a step further. At its core, Double Dare is the antithesis to the public image Waterparks have cultivated over the years. From their irreverent music videos to any number of off- the-rails interviews (including some from this summer's Warped Tour where Knight donned a wedding veil), the band's public persona is that of perpetual Peter Pans. While that might be true (Knight frequently drops words like "butthurt" in conversation), the open-book nature of his lyrics here reveals life isn't all fun and feces jokes.

As such, the songs on Double Dare read like pages ripped from a personal journal. Whether he's dealing with crippling insecurity ("I wish I was as brave as my last name"), self-doubt ("And I'm doing all right/ But is 'all right' enough?/Because I'm living my dreams, but I live at home") or true love ("If you died, I'd hope you'd haunt me"), Knight's words are blunt, painstakingly detailed and instantly relatable. He might project as a court jester, but he's deadly serious about his art.

"There's a time when Awsten can be serious, and that's when he's talking about his music, Benji Madden offers. "In order to sell records or magazines, people feel like they have to be sensational or play a funny game. If you talk to Awsten about anything other than music, you'll get totally jokey, bullshit answers-which I love. But if you talk to him about music, he's a really smart, intentional, thoughtful guy."

"Being honest about it is the best way to go about it," Knight says of his songs. "I've never liked the vague lyrics, like, [jokingly sings] "I've gotta find my way. I've gotta get out of this place! All my favorite lyricists are killer with metaphors or are able to uniquely describe things. I like getting into things and being specific." He references the acoustic ballad "21 Questions," easily one of the album's highlights, but a song slated for the cutting-room floor until Madden stepped in. ("I feel like that song could be one of those scene classics," the Good Charlotte guitarist offers.) It's hard to imagine the album without it.

Outside of being a steady hand in the studio, the Maddens are the perfect mentors for Knight, Wigington and Wood. After all, it was 15 years ago that Good Charlotte went through everything Waterparks are currently navigating, claims of being a test-tube band and all. They've learned everything is cyclical, and they're passing on the lessons they learned to the bands they manage.

"They're so wise," Wigington explains in a separate interview. "You shut up and listen. They've told us, 'Hey, things are going to start getting weird. There will be things you haven't been used to, especially if you're out on the road! But they've told us to look out for each other and have each other's back and helped instill a sense of camaraderie so we can deal with whatever weird shit comes our way."

If their current career trajectory continues, things will be getting weirder and weirder in the Waterparks camp soon. The band have secured the opening spot on Sleeping With Sirens' fall tour, and they're already making plans well into 2017. With a new album ready and the furthest reaches of the scene at their fingertips, it seems like there's really no limit to how big this thing can get. It's already surpassed their wildest dreams in the past year; imagine what one more could bring. Not that it would change their demeanor, of course.

"I'd like to be able to live comfortably to the point where I could ride a bike into a swimming pool filled with Jell-O and have it not be a big deal," Knight says unflinchingly, when asked what success would look like for him. "I was thinking blue or purple because I like cooler colors. Red seems messy. Not yellow or orange, because I don't like those flavors as much. I used to be allergic to blue dye when I was younger, so I'd probably pick that just so I could be like, 'Fuck you." alt

#sorry i had to obviously edit the poster photo it's been yellowing from being on my wall #waterparks #awsten knight #geoff wigington #otto wood #i.zip #reading this and realizing they've become an antithesis to some things said here why why why

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fromtheladiesoflight · 29 days ago

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Ladies' Profiles: Ystride Borlain

Name: Ystride (Is-trid) Borlain (just Ysty is acceptable for her close friends) Pronouns: she/they (demiwoman; they do not object to the use of either pronoun but prefer that people do not use only one exclusively.) Age: 30 (as of Patch 6.55, The Coming Dawn, born October 14/14th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon) Origin: Ambigiously Ishgardian Elezen Family members: Gorbeljin of the Borlaaq (mother-by-adoption of sorts), Berude of the Borlaaq (oldest sister-by-adoption of sorts), Orgelen and Orbei of the Borlaaq (older twin sisters-by-adoption of sorts), Khorijin of the Borlaaq (older sister-by-choice), Khoride of the Borlaaq (older sister-by-choice), Euphemia Ebenae (mother-by-adoption...Again.) Height: 200.15 cm/6’6” Preferred professions: MCH, RDM, GNB (with some interest in SGE) Aetheric alignment: Umbral ice

(Dark Knight questline & MSQ story spoilers from Heavensward forward follow from here. You have been warned.)

================================================ Ystride's origins mirror Khoride's own--but unlike Khoride, fed by and born from Khorijin's rage, fury, and frustration over her own weakness and impotence when it mattered most, Ystride--"Myste", initially--was born of Khorijin's regrets and grief--most prominently, shaped by her budding, unrequited feelings for Ysayle, appearing as an adult Elezen with a strong resemblance toward Ysayle physically (or at least, Ysayle's appearance in the Ladies' worldine, which is not as pale as canon) and Haurchefant's hair color. Under that name, Ystride would attempt to revive the "victims' of what they perceived to be Khorijin's crimes and wrongdoings, cracking Khorijin's Dark Knight crystal in the process, but was ultimately subdued by the strength of Khorijin and Khoride (still "Fray" at that time) working together to stop them. However, in much the same way that Khoride's initial defeat did not stop her from re-emerging to help Khorijin when the Ladies of Light arrived in Norvrandt, the Final Days called forth Ystride to the world again--if penitent and far less sure of herself than Khoride. Forgiven by her two older sisters of sorts, she lent her hand to the cause of averting the end of the star, no longer bearing the name "Myste", but "Ystride" instead--self-chosen in partial honor of both Ysayle, but also in part as a reminder of a path to no longer walk. After the near-disaster of the Final Days, Ystride would find two mothers in turn, and continue to work their way back toward emotional openness, ultimately choosing to become their own person by cutting their hair down from Ysayle's wavy locks and adding highlights the exact shade of Khorijin and Khoride's hair to mark their devotion to them as their youngest sister; even their chosen surname, Borlain, is a tribute to them, a combination of Borlaaq and Ysayle's own surname of Dangoulain. Once upon a time, Ystride's quiet confidence led them to both deceive and work against Khorijin, condemning their older sister for her failures and failings as a reflection of their own guilt. After being chastised by Khorijin and Khoride--and realizing the depths of their own failures and self-righteousness--they became selectively mute for a while, straining to use their voice in most circumstances and necessitating that she--and the others--learn how to use sign language to facilitate communication. The reticent gloom that once marked them has given way to a quiet, reserved shyness beneath a somewhat icy and frosty exterior, punctuated by long stretches of silence more often than not, but in the years since the end of the Final Days, acceptance from Gorbeljin, her other mother, and the unwavering support and love of her friends and family, has helped them to recover their voice and use it again with ever-growing strength.

Being a part of Khorijin, Ystride is equally well-trained and agile, and knows the Red as thoroughly as Khorijin does, often training with her. Additionally, Rija has passed on everything she knows about using a Bozjan gunblade (which has either fortunately or unfortunately brought them under the tutelage of someone who knows the weapon even better that Rija does), but in search of something to fully call their own, Ystride has also picked up Machinistry and shown a knack for it, converting many of her attacks into ice-aspected shots and similarly preferring ice and lightning releases for her gunblade. Their cool head and complete poise on the battlefield meshes with their refined grace, resulting in the nickname "The Icewolf of Ishgard" from a dear and close friend of theirs.

#ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv glamour #ffxiv screenies #profiles of the ladies of light #ystride borlain

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roonyxx · 1 year ago

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The Raven: Part 9

Summary: A new threat to the world brings the boys back in action. She is big and bad, very bad. But is everything as it seems or is there more to her story?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Trope: enemies to lovers

Word count: 1868

Chapter warnings: language, a heavy dose of angst, anger, tears, a dash of violence.

A/N: We are nearing the end! hope you enjoy, i go hide now.

The Raven Masterlist

My Masterlist

Buy me a coffee

“I think I fell in love with your eyes first. At first glance they seem like any other pair, but pay closer attention and you can see all the flecks and colors combining into something so unique. I could look at them forever.” I say as I brush her hair back behind her ear, careful to not mess it up.

“Those big beautiful y/e/c eyes, they pulled me right in. I was so distracted that I didn’t even see the punch coming my way.” I look at her and laugh, a few chuckles can be heard around us but all my focus is on her. “You have a mean right hook, baby.”

“I though you were a shifter! Don’t leave out the important, they will think you’re marrying a crazy woman.” She quickly adds.

“The only crazy here is me about you.” I wrap my arms around her waist and tug her close to kiss her. A few flashes go off and I’m sure it’s Jody taking a picture of us.

“My speech sucks, you know I have always been more of a do-er than a talker but Y/n, you are my everything, my sun, my moon, the love of my life. There is no tomorrow without you. I love you.” I finish my lame speech with another kiss and I can feel the wetness on my face from her tears. I cup her face and gently wipe the tears away.

“That didn’t suck at all baby” she cups my face.

“Forever I will love you, I will love you until we’re nothing but dust between the stars and I will never leave your side. It’s you and me, forever. I don’t want tomorrow without you. I love you too.”

She crushes her lips onto mine and our friends and family erupt into cheers and whistling. We are covered in little white petals when we walk between our friends on our way to the car who will bring us to the bar.

Y/n is smiling so bright and I can’t stop looking at her.

I am so happy.

Until I fall to my knees with an explosion of pain in my chest, and the last thing I see is Y/n crying and screaming my name.

Then nothing.

“You FOOL!” before I can process what I just remembered after what Cas said, R is on him.

Her body changed to her horror corpse, she’s chanting and curling her hands. Sam and I are slammed back by the force she’s using on Cas.

I can feel the rage rippling of her in waves, it is making the bunker shake.

Enormous clouds of black and purple smoke fill the ceiling, she calls them down to wrap around Cas.

I jump into motion, using every ounce of strength to push against that barrier of her power. My first two steps slip away, but my third holds and so does my fourth.

With small pushing steps I come near.

“RAVEN STOP!” I yell over the tumbling smoke, but she’s lost in her rage. She’s leaning over Cas, her nails gripping his jacket and holding him up while she let her smoke work.

I can see her face, her eyes, the sockets are glowing bright orange, like her insides are on fire.

I push through and get near enough to grip her arm. The moment I touch her, her head snaps in my direction. I can feel the heat of that fire deep inside her, but I do not back down.

“Y/n, stop.” I say, keeping my grip tight, preparing for her next blow, preparing for the sting of her nails, preparing for her denial.

But it never comes.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, her body transforming back to her regular one. The smoke disintegrates and the bunker stops trembling.

She opens her eyes and looks away from me to the unconscious Cas, with a wave of her hand she heals him, his eyes open and look at her, terrified.

She steps away from him, saying nothing.

“Wait!” I go after her, stopping her, “You’re not leaving, you need to explain, what- what happened.”

She turns to me, slowly and looks up at me, into my eyes.

“You remember.” Is all she says.

“I do.”

“Then I don’t need to explain anything. I need to go.” She turns away again.

I grip her arm and tug her back, “No! I’m not letting you leave. I can’t.”

“What is going on, why did you call her Y/n?” Sam asks.

I don’t turn away from her, I gently reach up and take off her sunglasses. Her eyes are down cast.

“Y/n, please look at me.” I ask softly.

Her eyes look up, they’re filled with water from tears but I can see it. I caught a few glances of them before but now that I have time to look closer I can see how unique they are.

“That’s why you took them out? Why you’re wearing the glasses? To hide them.”

“I knew you would see right away, I had no other choice. I- couldn’t… tomorrow was gone, Dean.” She looks at me and lets her tears flow freely, “Nothing was right, I had nothing. Nothing mattered because you died, again.”

Sam came closer, realization setting in his eyes. “You’re Y/n… you did this.”

“What do you mean, again?”

“This was the thirteenth time I lost you.” She breathes out, “Thirteen times I had to say goodbye, build a pyre, wrap and burn your body, console Sam and our friends, live without you. I always found a way to bring you back. Selling my soul, going back in time, asking God, necromancy…

I don’t want a world without you in it. So I broke it to save you, and every time, I gave up a part of me, I became someone- something else.

We fell in love every time and every fucking time you died within the next five years.” She takes a shaky breath, I can see she’s digging through painful memories and my chest aches for her. I don’t remember any of that…

“And I- I thought it worked.” She continues, “We were happy for over five years, you asked me to marry you and it finally felt safe to say yes. And on our wedding day… you got shot by some drunk nutjob.” She sobs and falls to her knees, her hands clinging to her chest.

I go to my knees to touch her but she starts talking before I can, and the look on her face is pure rage.

“I had enough.” Her jaw clenches with rage, “I was sick and tired of the universe taking what’s mine again and again. So I took something from it, and became the first Visata.”

“Visata?” Sam asks, “What is that.”

“It is a universe witch. I control the rules now. I am the beginning and the end.” She looks at me with such a determination.

“How is that possible.” Cas breathes out as he stands up, “Even God couldn’t do that.”

“Because God wasn’t as desperate as I. And I was ready to pay the price.” She answers.

“What price, what did you pay Y/n?” I stand up. she had already sold her soul once, faced off God, became a necromancy witch. She had done horrible things for me…

I can’t imagine what can be worse.

She stands up too and looks at me.

“Me.” She breathes out, “I could become the new game maker, if I decided to become a monster. If I agreed to be the villain. So that Dean Winchester, the ultimate hero, would never love me.”

I look at her. At this ‘monster’. “You’re not a monster.” I tell her.

“I killed people to get where I am.” She standing straight, her face void of emotions.

“They must have deserved to die, because you are not evil.”

“I am. I broke the universe because I am selfish and cannot live in a world void of you.”

I shake my head, I can feel her lie in the air. I step closer and touch her hands, “I’m not dying again.”

She pulls her hands away, “You already did, once we did more than just touching and you died. We can never be together Dean. I’m a monster. I just… I need to fix this and you can go on living your life.” Her hand reaches up to my forehead.

“What are you doing” I step back.

“Making it easier, if you don’t remember any of this, you will be safe.” Tears are rolling down her beautiful face again.

“No! I don’t want to forget you! I-I love you.”

She freezes, “Don’t say that.” Her eyes are wide, ready to fight death itself.

“I do. I love you.” I look straight into her beautiful eyes.

“There is no tomorrow without you.” I say.

A sob breaks through and she lowers her hand, “I can’t loose you again. I can’t Dean. If you die now, now that you know, I won’t be able to stop it. I can’t stop time. I tried, I tried so hard.”

“You brought me back before, the universe is under your rule now, make new rules.” I tell her.

She shakes her head, “I did, but Death can't be controlled and Time doesn’t listen. I can bend it, pause it even, but never stop. As long as you don’t remember, you stay in this time line. You can live.” She pleads with me.

“So you’ll erase my memories and disappear? I don’t get a choice? We can figure something out.”

“WE CANT, I tried everything! This is the only way.” she clenches her fists, “Please Dean…”

I look at her as I try to think of another way, any way.

“I don’t want to loose my memories of you. I felt empty and lonely before you, and I didn’t know why. I don’t want to feel like that ever again.”

“You know the consequences, you could die when we get too close and this time I can’t bring you back.”

“Excuse me? You died?! When!” Sam asks.

“Not now, Sam.” I snap back.

“What are my other options. There has to be something.”

She searches my face, as if the answer will be on it.

“I leave, and we never see each other again. And you control your thoughts, dreaming is okay, but not when awake. Do you understand?”

“But…” I start.

“It’s the only other way to keep your memories and be safe.” She cuts me off.

I slowly nod, “If that’s the only other option, then… yes.”

She looks at me for a second in silence, baffled that I said yes to never seeing her again. My heart breaks at the flash of hurt across her eyes.

She nods and wipes her hands down her shirt, trying to compose herself.

“Then this is goodbye.”

“Goodbye Y/n, I will always love you.”

I can see more tears streaming down her cheeks before she disappears.

“Sam,” I start.

“Yeah?” he hesitantly answers.

“When is a monster not a monster?” I turn to look at him, my eyes blurry with tears.

He doesn't answer me.

“When you love it.”

“You have an idea?” he asks me?

“Of course I do.”

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