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Destined for Carlos (Carlos Sainz Junior x Ferrari's God-Daughter!Reader)

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rhaenyra targaryen & visenya targaryen

“rhaenyra had her family's valyrian looks, wearing her silver-gold hair in a long braid in the manner of queen visenya targaryen.”

“rhaenyra has already declared she is to have a sister. she even named her.” “dare i ask?” “visenya.”

“visenya. my only daughter, born an abomination. mayhaps she is a warning from the gods. she is an augury. born on the day my father died and my crown was stolen. i would have called her "visenya." but she was not meant to be.”

[honourablejester]

Random half-baked 5e thought, but as the spooky month approaches, I’m reminded that I really, really want to play a Stars Druid for horror. Just. A lot.

It’s just the imagery of stars and omens that permeates the subclass. Starry Form, you become a piece of the night sky, your body a dark canvas on which glowing constellations paint themselves. Omens, weal or woe. Constellations, to dispense healing or radiant judgement. If you like cosmic horror, and I quite like cosmic horror, there’s such a temptation there.

And. There’s a background in Van Richten’s Guide to Ravenloft, called the Haunted One, which is that your entire character history is dominated by a dark event or secret that, well, haunts you. You get a feature, Heart of Darkness, which is just that people looking at you can tell that you have seen some shit and will try to help you out if you haven’t pissed them off, and you also get a ‘Harrowing Event’. Which is that dark event that dogs your footsteps. And one of them is the following:

“You were born under a dark star. You can feel it watching you, coldly and distantly. Sometimes it beckons you in the dead of night.”

And sometimes, if you’re a Stars Druid, it beckons you from within your body. Every time you invoke Starry Form. There’s a constellation on your body, a dragon or a chalice or an archer, but there’s also, every time, somewhere on your skin, in your bones, shining from your flesh, another, darker, more distant star. Maybe you can’t see it yourself, in that form, not always, but you can feel it.

You’re a child of omen. You were born under a dark star. A watching star. And you like to think you could have run from it, but instead you carry it with you. Within your skin. Within your magic.

Was it on purpose? Your birth? The difference between ‘circle’ and ‘cult’ is sometimes rather academic, after all. Or were you an infection, a curse? Were you driven out, a cursed omen to wander the land, and that’s why you’re here now? Or were you taught instead. Trained to embrace it. Perhaps your circle were a circle of ill omen, believers of an apocalyptic destiny. That dark star is distant now, but it won’t always be. And you, you are a harbinger of that fate.

I do like the Star Map as well, on this character. Any of the suggested forms, but in particular the ‘collection of maps bound in an ebony cover’. Your star map is your own creation. Perhaps you’ve been tracking your star’s approach. Maps of the night sky, and maps of your skin. Maybe every time you invoke Starry Form, you ask those around you afterwards where it was. That other star. Where has it moved, and does it mean anything? What happens when that dark star reaches your heart? Or your brow? Does the movement across your skin match the movements across the skies? Or is it a more personal, intimate motion, a signifier of a smaller and more personal apocalypse?

There is a temptation to flavour some of the druid spells to reflect the dark star’s influence, Entangle most easily, but that might be a trap. The druid list doesn’t lend particularly well to that. Maybe keep the horror for starry form, and have your magic be your attempt to ground yourself back down. Ground yourself in the world, in the dirt and the soil and the water, to stave off that darker influence. But maybe it creeps in anyway. Maybe you find yourself favouring spells like Moonbeam and Heat Metal, like Maelstrom and Cone of Cold. Divinations, like Augury, Divination, Scrying. Seeking omens.

Druids don’t, generally, have the spell list for cosmic horror, not like an aberrant sorcerer or a goolock, but just from Starry Form. Just from that. And the divination, omen, weal or woe aspect. Your omen is written in your flesh. And every time, to empower yourself, you invoke it. You pull it closer. Wear it inside your skin. Shine its light out into the world through the vessel of your own form. A harbinger, a walking omen of a distant malice.

A child of omen. A daughter of a dark star. Clinging to earth, to stone, to the magic of this world, but forever bearing witness to something more distant and more alien. And drawing it, by your own actions, ever closer to all that you protect.

Oh, I do, I really do, want to play Stars Druid for horror. So very much. Heh.

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Choose Your Own Adventure (jan 2024)

I think the problem is that I want to write GOOD things instead of writing anything at all, and I think that's kind of a mistake or at least i think it's not helping me. In any case, I've decided I'm going to write BAD things. Do y'all remember the choose your own adventure novels from the 70s and 80s? No, because so many of your are in class with my daughter fingerpainting, but trust me they were always bad. They were always bad! So I'm writing something like that, and it's going to be bad, or maybe accidentally good, but I don't fucking care which. I'm going to add onto it every month, and you can play along if you like. After every segment it'll basically ask the audience what we do next via a poll. Enjoy. Or hate. I gotta do something and this is something. The perfect is the enemy of the good and the good is the enemy of the accomplished. It's a haunted house story. OKay.

Some houses are histories in themselves. The story is told, complete, before all witnesses, in the lean of a building, a rough and torn roof, or a well-kept garden with an elm grown old, a bench curved around it. You imagine lives for these houses, even moreso than for the people in them. They are the old men in the pub, they are the spurned spinster, they are the young mother. These bricks and stones and lines of wood contain our tragedies and triumphs and turn them to their own. They are the books of our lives that we cannot write for fear of the honesty. 

It was, to the observer, such a house. 

It must have been grand, once. The knockers bore witness to such a thing, iron and old brass twisted together like snakes into the letter of a family that must have prospered here long ago. The moon shone off that knocker, silvering her like a wilted duchess, her back bowed by the swell and retraction of time’s seasons. The door itself was not one, but two, a pair of twins craved by craftsmen and then by circumstance, the detailing of leaves and acorns in its edging torn away and scratched in places, offering them a violent individuality. 

The house branched from those two doors, the twins made mere siblings still echoing each other into an angle on either side, slowly boxing in a sandy courtyard where only a handful of shabbat bushes now grew. Cracks crept up the side of the house, splitting and spreading like a rumor as they dug into the high walls, dipping under the roof eaves. Where the cracks could not be seen, it was only for the veiling of more than half dead vines slowly climbing the stained and sickly yellow paint, pushing out the dark and tattered shutters. 

For all its scars, what one noticed at the approach was the sheer immensity of the place, as modest as a whore, as spartan as a pope. The grand doubling of it, rows of windows staring in the moonlight, reflecting a life out into the grit of the courtyard, the house curving at either end in grand octagonal bays, one enclosed, and one free, suggesting a difference that might have been born and not made. 

All of it was perfectly bisected by a high tower that rose above the doors, peering over a widow’s walk. It, too, was made with the sharp lines of an octagon, square glass panels neither revealing nor glimmering, only taking in the night, capped with a dome so dark it blended into the night sky, even as the moon looked on. A clock, stopped at three fifteen, adorned the front of the tower, its white paint once stark against the black but now faded to a dispassionate grey. An iron flag atop the dome should have shown which way the wind was going, but stayed it its place, pointing outward to the front gate. 

Fog settled over this forgotten ruin like a tender blanket over the dead, hiding it from the world. 

Standing in the middle of a great path of weedy grass, a flashlight held in her hand, Lena Oxton gazed up at the house. She was not immune to the human sense of augury in such a house, but neither was she immune to the pouring rain that fell off the edge of her cap and brushed against her chin, nor the bickering taking place in the van behind her. Signs and portents may or may not be real, and ghosts might only be a suggestion, but the rain was very real, she was sodden and cold , and someone was about to die in more than a suggestive way if they had to spend the night in that small van. 

She looked back toward the wall where the van was parked, its headlights only just visible over the wall. Even with that being true, she glanced over her shoulder toward the house and considered, just for a moment, bolting back toward that crumbling brick and throwing herself over it. But only a moment. Fear did not get to hold the yoke. She had never allowed it before, and she wasn’t going to start with a house just because it had gone to rack and ruin. 

Lena stepped toward the carved and pitted door, took a breath, and knocked.

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[meingeist]

In The Happy House

on AO3

summary: a collection of star-crossed lovers' tales, from within Leto Atreides I's fief over Caladan; starting from his arranged concubinage with a certain Bene Gesserit witch.

pairing: Duke Leto/Jessica

word count: 2,7k

NO WARNINGS for this chapter. Ratings may very...

CHAPTER I: Twin Euclases

"We now reach the apex of our engineering. Ten millennia worth of careful intervention and politicking; the zenith of which you must now oversee. You ought to be faultless in such endeavour, girl. There is no room for shortcomings."

Jessica is a silken figure, a vision of black, postured straight with her hands joined on her lap, as she sits between two acolytes, charged with escorting her onto Caladanite soil. Before them, Gaius Helen Mohiam, monologuing on the subtleties of her mission. "You must only bear him daughters—the first of which you'll eventually wed to the Harkonnen dauphin. From their coupling shall be born the Kwisatz Haderach."

Gaius' sharp eyes pierce through the lace of her headpiece, as she blankly stares at Jessica. "I needn't explain further how imperative your success remains in the grand scheme of things, girl. You are to see to the prevalence of the groundwork that has been laid for you by generations of foremothering missionaries. In your hands now lie the efforts of your peers, and the vanity of their sacrifice. Failure is inadmissible."

Jessica wilts slightly under the weight of the Mother Reverend's glare. With a bow of her head, she replies, "I exist to serve. I won't disappoint."

At her response, Jessica hears the faint exhale, shaped as a smile, crossing the lips of her seated neighbour, whose eyes hadn't shifted from looking forward. Almost an augury of pride, a token of belongingness. Jessica internally grasps for the memory of that barely perceptible smile, and shelters it close to her heart, as if it could generate strength from the silent support of her overseers.

She reckons the Sisterhood fiercely believes in her. She wouldn't be in her current position, with the future of her Order at the mercy of her will, had it been any other way. They trust her sense of duty, and her unwavering discipline, as well as the boundless potential she cultivates for their gains; let that be support enough for the road ahead. And while she would sooner admit that her teachers steer the next generations with an iron fist, an adamantine armor in the stead of flesh, hardly ever showing any care for her beyond her training, Jessica remains a growing cub within the lion's den, and these women's validation is at the belly of the champion she's been groomed into. Without it, she feels at war with herself. Her conditioning runs just that deep.

As Gaius glosses over the upcoming ceremonials—which Jessica would rather call hand-offs, the latter allows herself a brief moment of distraction, as Caladan's expansive flora grows into view from the window of their heighliner. She discreetly admires the planet's ecology, and natural attributes. Through the thick bush of trees furnishing the forests, Jessica witnesses the vastness of this foreign ecosystem. Rich in music, she bets, from the native fauna coexisting within their natural courses; from little winged creatures singing, perhaps, or the deep growls of furry, tailed beasts; she ignores. She hadn't been made aware of the location of her assignment until they boarded, and flew off the Chapterhouse. Caladan is as foreign as it can get.

She anticipates the wobbling shift from the ecological footprint and climate of Wallach IX—her motherland. Already, she can tell this planet is nothing like where she comes from. Through her window, she notices the lush, flourishing soil. She blinks in slight awe at the dexterous culture of masonry of this House Major, coming into view, and how concordant their architectural establishments are with the nature that surrounds it.

Their landscapes are incredibly biophilic, with concrete perron stairways crossing the ranges of mountains along the capital. It was a sight. Caladan was an organic amalgam of rich pine green, concrete gray, and a sea of blue, from the cloudy heavens, down to the colossal ocean. And among the many uncertainties Jessica could account for, she secretly hopes she'll get to witness such grandor from up close. Maybe dip her foot into the waves crashing against the shore, or perhaps explore the diverse flora—there may even be gardens, if she's—

"Jessica."

At once, the trance is broken, and Jessica spins towards the Reverend Mother, a tad apprehensive at being summoned into focus—something that hadn't happened in a while. Fortunately, her sharp senses had caught onto bits of Gaius' speech. "Yes, Reverend Mother. I shall look into his weaknesses as soon as we familiarize."

She catches inaudible sneers from the neighbours at each her sides; they probably think her youth justifies those small drawbacks. Not nearly enough to disturb the course of her mission, and her implacable drive. Gaius, on the other hand, isn't as merciful, and sends Jessica a stony glower. "Focus. Never less."

Promptly, the young girl lowers her gaze. "Understood, Mother Reverend."

"You're overlooking Caladan;” Gaius notices, as she turns to look out the cabin's window, "you'll acclimatize soon enough." A smirk draws at her lips from under her headdress. "Fascinating planet…With an unshakable fiefdom, which you must somehow helm your way. Our Way. Whatever it takes. Complete servitude, to fully seize his character. Every parameter, whether that be of your environment, or the Duke, must be thoroughly assimilated. Total apprehension of the Council, and the Small Council. No room for surprise; absolute awareness. And of course, full protection of the other party. A knife, moving in the shadows, never to be caught red-handed, to assure the survival of the Atreides Siridar Fief."

As clear as crystal, Jessica thinks, as she raises her joined hands. "The assignment will be settled to the letter."

"I should hope so, Jessica." Another hard look, to go with the fluent, ironclad timbre. "It is no small task. It is…at the very crux of Our Order. That is why you must recall to never stray from Our Way, to never dim your hardlearned discipline. To not fail Our teaching."

At her words, Jessica could almost feel the weight of the heavens being clasped off Atlas's shoulders, just to be topped onto her own. The apprehension clawed at her stomach, but she would preferably throw herself off the shuttle than let fear dominate her, even if only a little—even less in the presence of Fearlessness, made women, standing before her, or sitting at her sides. "I won't betray Our faith, Reverend Mother. Nor will I come short of yours, in regards to my calling. My performance will be spotless."

The priestess's wrinkled stare skims over her figure rigorously, as if for the penultimate time, before she tips her chin softly, once, and acquiesces. “Good.” Then, she turns away, as double doors slide open, revealing other quarters within the sizeable shuttle. Two different Sisters yet appear, stepping in to stand next to Gaius, as the latter prepares to take her leave.

Jessica reckons time has run out. She disquiets internally at her neighbours swiftly covering up, fixing their veils so as to become faceless silhouettes of black guipure. Their landing is imminent, and so, this is as far her path will cross with that of the Sisterhood, for now. “Good luck, Jessica.” Gaius sends her a last look, a hint of a smile, “I have trained you and equipped you to become an exceptional agent of Change. I trust my mentorship will bear many fruits—one of which will ensure the dawn of the Golden Path. Farewell, girl; until we meet again.”

And we will, Jessica swears, is the part left unspoken. But she has no time to consider the matter; for now; their pilot announces the landing at Castle Caladan.

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Leto is a small ball of nerves, clad in a formal suit—hemmed blood red, to match the colours of his sigils. He's not an easily shaken man; the weight of his Dukedom is credential enough. He's answered his call, and has shown wisedom, extensive skill, and acute proficiency in ruling over his inherited powerhouse. The Red Duke is knowingly appraised across the galaxies for his input in the political game; even by the Emperor—and that, he knows, is a double-edged sword, but even moreso, by the Landsraad. And it is no mince affair, to be put on a pedestal by this faction of powerful men; it may as well be the weight of the heavens clasped off Atlas's shoulders, to be topped onto his own.

But he's found his way to it; he now moderates a respectable, level-headed council, seated amongst trusted, well-seasoned agents. He commands an elite military, full with dexterous fighters. His agro-industrial complex is bountiful across fields—from aquiculture to forestry, and animal husbandry, and the substantial demand for exported goods substitutes in funding for Caladan’s renowned horticulture, and biophilic cityscapes. His people are free from the burden of a military complex, and are communally generative towards the prosperity of their planet. Each of these viewpoints imperative to the prevalence of Caladan, yet indeed met with his drive and effectiveness.

So, yes; ever since his funeral ascension, Leto has indeed been up to the par—and some. And as far as he knows, such was the case for every Atreidae who came before him, up until Agamemnon, and Tantalus himself, who founded the House of Atreus. Therefore, he's not exactly exceptional, in the grand scheme of things. But he's up to the task, he is, and that must count for something—can only be a good augury for the future.

Leto fixes his collar, and sends a look up into the mirror. His dark hair is dressed, curling at his nape, and his beard is freshly trimmed. He's buttoned and zipped into of his many ceremonial sets, which he seldom wears as he spends his days either in his military uniform, or his semi-formal suit. An appropriate grooming was required for the events of today.

After the morning conclave, which had to be exceptionally shortened, it was time to receive precious cargo—as precious as terribly dangerous. The contract of Bene Gesserit concubinage was, according to his Mentat, an advantageous affair. Whereas Leto won't even entertain the whole “safe outlet for sex” aspect of things, he understands how his remaining unmarried, within his position and merits, is a bone to swing in the spatio-political dance. Such prospect of social climbing keeps even the greatest Houses on their toes, humbled and acquiescent.

Therefore, to keep his virtues desirable to the ficklest spirits, the duke is tossed a concubine, to channel his worst impulses out on. Some servile, pleasing flowerpot, with—no doubt—her own agenda to uphold, and unfold. His unfamiliarity with the Sisterhood is at the root of his apprehension—it feels like he is welcoming in some unstoppable catalyst. Nonetheless, he does not cede under mere uncertainty. No; he is going to face the bull and seize it by its horns. While that has gotten his father slain in the literal sense, Leto being a wiser, more prudent man does shelter him from certain kinds of danger. This kind, he wonders yet.

The kind which resembles a midnight shadow, as her silken, windswept figure makes its way off the spacecraft. The Caladanite sun shines over the harbor, where the landing area is located, where the Order’s ship yet awaits to take off. They are surrounded by a range of mountains, furnished with greenery, through which the rays pierce, sliding over the luster of the fine fabrics she is draped in.

As she moves forward, charged with a pair of senior acolytes, who diligently keep their distance, Leto notices Thufir Hawat—his Mentat, stepping to the front of the rostrum. He plasters on a smile, as the sable vision approaches. She stops at the bottom of the perron, as Thufir salutes her with a small bow, from the middle of it.

“House Atreides is gladdened to receive the Sisterhood.” The glib introduction resounds through the harbor, as the faceless acolytes acknowledge the Mentat from a distance, with an almost imperceptible nod. “Welcome to Caladan. I reckon it is a long way from Chapterhouse; we do hope you are well accommodated for the voyage.”

“It is our honour, Thufir Hawat, Siridar Duke Atreides.” Leto’s eyes shift to the dark silhouette of an elder, speaking from beyond a wall of black lace, as the escorting pair proceed in a slow curtsy. “We would hope you'd equally reckon that the pain is more than justified, for we bring you today the object of our agreement.”

All eyes turn to the heap of sumptuous fabrics which stands before the duke. “Justified indeed.” Thufir closures with a tight smile.

Leto peers at the silent figure, trying to catch a glimpse of human features from under her veil; a pale cheek, a frowning brow, a full lip—anything would do at this point to free him from his restlessness. He is unsuccessful in such endeavour, though right on time to consider making the first step toward introductions.

“Welcome to Caladan, my Lady.” The duke addresses her, finally deciding to move from his heightened position. As he walks down the few stairs, he catches her trying to step back and maintain the distance between them; it brings him to an abrupt stop. “I am Leto, the head of the Atreides dukedom, as well as the fief of Caladan. I expect the trip has been pleasant thus far?”

He is unusually met with silence; yet, with the graceful swipe of her nimble limbs, Leto watches her suddenly pull the veil off her face, though it remains pinned into her hair, and now cascades down her back instead. The vision of her now shifts to another layer, and Leto’s eyes meet with the iciest twain of blue. A pair of bottomless glaciers stare back at him, and unfathomably, he cannot seem to free himself from their grasp; cannot seem to break this fragile first contact, nor does he care to, he realizes, bewitched.

Far too quickly, the twin Euclases lower, disappearing beyond fanning lashes, and soon, the top of an austere hairdo replaces the sight, as the girl before him curtsies in turn. A girl, really; from glancing at the elfin features lying on her milky skin, he could not imagine she'd be older than her late teens. He certainly ought to have overviewed this deal more painstakingly—

“The trip was quite comfortable, thank you, Your Grace.” The blunt timbre of her voice echoes swiftly into his ear. “My name is Jessica. It is an honour to meet you.”

Leto attempts another step forward, actively looking for any sign of protest—he perceives none. Once he's close enough, he slowly reaches for her hand. Their fingers touch, and she starts faintly, looking down. He could tell from the shifty eyes, and the plain tension in her body language, that she was holding her breath. He decides to end her supplice and brings her delicate fingers to his lips, sealing a warm kiss against the frost of them. “The honour is mine, my Lady.”

He sees her quickly school her features, as he carefully withdraws. Her eyes avert towards the Mentat, as if she's just processed her surroundings. “It is also a privilege, Thufir Hawat, to come upon the cornerstone of such a prestigious rule. The duke assuredly keeps a gifted elite.”

Leto arches a brow at the shift in conversation; though it isn't lost on him that his Mentat may very well be as cosmically renowned as every Atreidae for which he has been a Right Hand. He watches Thufir nod—nearly enthusiastically, as he crosses his hands behind his back. “It is the ambition of every great Mentat but to serve great Princes.”

The girl—Jessica—blinks at the plaudit, before she turns back to Leto. “I do not doubt the greatness of either.”

When their eyes lock, he finds himself once again vacuumed into the depths of the twin Euclases staring back at him, and he reads in them a stoicism he's yet to encounter beneath such fluttering lashes. Such disarming, fluttering lashes…And such prettiness to her; in her pale cheek, her frowning brow, her full lips. For a second, the sight of her takes his breath away, and he has to blink it off, breaking the contact. “I believe as soon as we are over with the remaining formalities, you're due for a visit of our grounds, then some rest, my Lady.”

Looking away, she exhales softly, and he catches her looking back at her elders, from the corner of her eye. Finally, at his relief, she aquiesces. “As you wish, my Duke."

[she-karev]

Baby’s First Birthday (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of One

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

AN: Hey guys, so I’ve been posting less because I just started fall classes and you know how those can go so I’m gonna try to do holiday chapters for my blog. And one of those is a birthday party so enjoy, reblog, let me know what you think.

Summary: Andrew and Amber celebrate their daughter Lucy’s first birthday with a small party attended by their family and friends.

Words: 1003

October 20th, 2023

“Tanti auguri a te.” Andrew DeLuca sings as he walks towards his daughter carrying a plate of pancakes with whipped cream topped with a lit single birthday candle.

His now 1 year old daughter is inside her highchair looking at her birthday breakfast with a wide smile. Meanwhile his wife and mother of his child, Amber DeLuca nee Karev, is by the chair filming everything on her phone with a smile for the birthday girl.

“Tanti auguri a te, tanti auguri a Lucia, tanti auguri a te!” He finishes the Italian song and places the plate in front of Lucy who looks at the candle mesmerized.

Amber chuckles while still filming, “And in case you were wondering your daddy was singing Happy Birthday in Italian even though you don’t speak it yet.”

“Oh but she shall.” Andrew says with confidence before leaning down smiling at their daughter who is staring at the pancakes, “Si, lo farai. You shall.”

Amber shakes her head amused before turning her attention to their daughter, “Make a wish sweetheart.”

Andrew helps Lucy blow out the candle on top of the pancakes causing Amber to yay before putting her phone down. Lucy scoops up whipped cream on top with her hands before putting it in her mouth to eat. Amber and Andrew smile at the sight overcome with love for their little girl who is growing up before their eyes.

“How did a year go by so fast? It feels like only yesterday I was holding her in my arms after the 8 hours of labor and pain.”

Andrew grins knowing the feeling as well, “I think the crying and diaper changing sped up time somehow. You’re a year old now bambina how does it feel?”

Lucy is too busy eating the whipped cream to give her dad the time of day to her mom’s amusement who cuts up the pancakes so her one-year-old can safely eat them.

“And there’s plenty more to come tonight at your birthday party yay!”

“Yay! You get to see everyone, your uncles, your aunts, your cousins and you get to eat cake, aren’t you excited?”

Amber smiles helping Lucy feed herself, “I think she’s more excited about all the toys she’s gonna get from doctors who don’t have a budget. I know we are.”

“Amen bella.” Andrew kisses the top of his daughter’s brunette head happy to celebrate this momentous occasion with his family.

That Night

Kiddie music plays throughout Andrew and Amber’s house that is decorated with a fairy tale theme. There are streamers, balloons and plates with Disney princesses on them and colorful sweets that the guests enjoy as they wait downstairs for the party girl to come with her parents. Alex and Jo are talking to Maya and Carina on the couch while their kids, Liam and Luna play with each other by their feet.

The sound of stairs descending snaps the guests’ attention as they watch the happy parents bring the birthday girl down to her party. Amber DeLuca smiles at their friends and family wearing a white dress while Andrew has a beige suit with a while shirt under. In Andrew’s arms is their daughter who is looking especially pretty with her short wavy brown hair pulled back with a pink headband that matches her pink silk mesh dress.

Andrew and Amber approach their respective siblings on the couch where they each give Lucy a birthday hug and kiss. Lucy giggles and waves her little chubby hands around as she’s passed around by her uncle and aunts. Maya gives a painful chuckle as her baby niece pulls her long hair down making Carina laugh before gently extracting Lucy’s grip. Alex makes a playful fart noise against his niece’s cheek causing her to giggle. Jo does the same unable to resist before giving her a big fat kiss on her chubby little cheek and handing her back to her parents who smile at the attention their daughter is getting so far.

They carry Lucy from person to person who all greet the small and happy girl with smiles and happy birthdays. All of their friends and colleagues from the hospital are at this party mingling and celebrating this milestone of Lucy DeLuca’s. The only people absent are Jackson Avery and April Kepner who more than made up for it with a mini ball pit that arrived yesterday along with a check for 5000 dollars for the college fund that Amber and Andrew started for Lucy.

After posing with Lucy for the cake and watching her scoop it up and shove it in her face, Amber picks up the 1-year-old from the highchair allowing the guests to mingle again. She approaches Andrew with a very happy, cake faced baby in her arms who ruins her moms expensive dress with pink frosting. Amber doesn’t care as the only thing that matters right now is ending her daughter’s birthday with the father of her child who also made sure this party would go off without a hitch.

Andrew chuckles at his messy daughter who smiles at her daddy and leans in to give him a big hug. He grins warmheartedly at the sight before wrapping his arm around his wife’s waist and pulling her closer. Amber smiles up at him thankful her daughter has a father who loves her and wants to give her the happy childhood neither of their fathers gave them.

“We love you.” Amber says softly, “Thank you for today.”

Andrew kisses the top of her head pulling back with a grin, “I love my girls.”

Lucy stretches her arms out to her dad wanting him to hold her which of course he can’t resist. Amber helps her daughter giving her to her daddy who opens his arms ready to take the bundle of joy. Lucy wraps her chubby arms around his neck and leans her cheek against his, which melts her parents’ hearts. They hold their daughter happy to give her a perfect first birthday.

[meeeeeeese]

So something that's always kinda perplexed me the question of just how sentient the branded are. Now dragon minions having a wide range of mental activity is nothing new, but they're usually within the same ballpark of each other. So for example all the risen can at least sputter out a few words and all the destroyers are equally mindless.

But the branded?

Well most branded seem as mindless as the destroyers, crystalline horrors that do naught but attack anyone foolish enough to wander into their line of sight. But there are a few notable exceptions that seem to suggest at least some branded are capable of free thought and even full on speech!

The most obvious example would be Glint, pre-purification, but she was a dragon champion and Kralk's daughter so her being an exception makes sense. But there are more examples! And these, near as I can tell, don't have any excuse for being as talkative as they are.

This rando charr in the iron marches has a whole damn speech during his event

Hierarch Chikere (remember him?) starts shit talking the commander the instant he comes back from his branding.

And Josso Essher seems as invested in protecting Augury Rock as he is in serving Kralkatorrik.

And there are even more examples out there. Some of them would make sense for being more powerful minions, but look me in the eyes and tell me Chikere was powerful enough to be capable of speech once he got branded.

I dunno what allows a branded to talk but my best guess is some intersection of pre-branding force of personality and the random chance of which parts of their body get crystallized.

[massiveladycat]

so i paired two of my main pjo ocs together because i couldn't resist!! HARRIS CONWAY

harris is one of my SWEETEST ocs. he's really big brother like and is very affectionate to others. he used to be very timid when he was little, but his confidence started growing, and he didn't need to start fights or do anything that went against his morals to do it!! harris is the co-counselor of cabin 2 (poseidon cabin) and he absolutely loves his siblings. he even convinced his mother morgan to adopt roman, an orphaned 13-year-old poseidon son!! harris is too polite for his own good, though, and tends to let people walk over him even when he did nothing to deserve it!! harris is very family-oriented, and he even has a good relationship with poseidon. when someone harris cares for (for example, roman), it is going BERSERK in a few seconds. harris can canonically control water and control blood when he's panicked enough. he doesn't do it, though; it makes him feel inhumane. harris will actually listen to a lot of the campers rant; he's easy to talk to, and the campers like him so much that they can, will, and have fought people who thought they could hit harris and get away with it because harris excuses them. harris has lightly tanned skin, blue eyes, and wavy black hair with a lean body AINSLEY RIDDLE

ainsley is one of my oldest ocs (meaning, she's been here for a long time; not in age, she's 18 or 19)!! she's a mature daughter of bacchus, and an augur's assistant. she doesn't take shit from anyone and is confident (though insecure in a few points, like her body) and is very duty-oriented, though she's just full of love and she protects and helps anyone she cares about ! she can and will drive through a freak snowstorm to get someone she loves out of there. she loves her siblings very much, even if dexter's an idiot (son of dionysus) and izabel's a sassy thirteen year old girl (related to ainsley by mortal mother). ainsley is the type of person to get to the point quickly, and it doesn't take long for her to understand something. ainsley's usually reserved but give her a party to plan and i promise every part of it is going to be CRAZY. bc you cannot convince me that every camp jupiter doesn't occasionally have secret parties with ainsley as the planner. and they hide it from the higher-ups (and sometimes even the centurions will join in). she's passionate and driven; when her composure shatterrs, it cuts. ainsley is black in race, has dark black curls that she will normally wear in a bun, brown eyes a few facts on them and their dynamic!!

harris helps ainsley to open up and not be scared to be vulnerable

harris comforts ainsley when she's feeling stressed about augury

ainsley gets very frustrated when people walk all over harris; she WILL fight and harris has to tell her its okay (but its not)

ainsley isn't super good at understanding emotions, reading people, or comforting them or making herself seem approachable

harris is good at that, so there are quite a few scenarios they would be the dream team in

ainsley doesn't know how to control the vine aspect of her bacchus bloodline, so harris tries to help her the best he can

ainsley keeps a level head while harris can and will panic; ainsley comforts him

because ainsley is direct, she won't hesitate to tell harris not to downplay his own needs for other's wants

harris trusts his girlfriend enough to do almost any battle plan she asks

ainsley trusts harris enough to know he'll succeed (though she will occasionally get nervous watching him fight)

harris is more of a pacifist; he doesn't like to fight, but he will if he needs to defend himself.

harris is a long-distance fighter, and ainsley is a close-up fighter

they both went on a quest together with hector campbell (another pjo oc) and thats how they connected • harris and ainsley are both 18

[musubiki]

do you have any lore about the crow witch's guild? i'd love to learn more about them please! i'm especially curious about augury because he left his sister to join the coattails.

YEAH!!!!!!! THE SECOND BEST GUILD IN THE WHOLE STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!

So the crow guild backstory goes like this:

a sweet family consisting of three siblings: augurie (the oldest), murda (the middle child) and corven (the baby). for reasons unknown, their parents are no longer with them and so its just been the three of them together for quite some time, and they are very close. This guild follows the close family trope where your siblings are essentially your best friends and theres no one closer to you than them (think dipper/mabel)

Notes about the blackbird family: all of them are insanely smart (stemming from how crows are very smart animals). sometimes way too smart for their own good, and fighting them is always the kind of battle where its supper hard, not because theyre particular strong but because they have ridiculous amounts of strategy on the fly (in this case, murda is ALSO very strong)

They are one of the only guilds in the story where the guild master is not actually the witch (ie, shes not the "leader"). murda trusts auguries judgement more than her own, so she delegated the role of guild master to him

something to note before continuing is that in tcwg, theres a witch stereotype of "not having a son before a daughter". im not sure if this is something magic can influence exactly, but having a son first is always a worry because more often than anyone would like, the firstborn goes down the route of "it fucking sucks that just because i was born a male, i cant inherit this amazing power and have to watch it go to my stupid baby sister" (since males cant be witches anymore), and ends up doing something dumb like joining the coattails

anyway, this is (seemingly) exactly what happens here. at some unknown point in time after murda is already a witch, the rumors have it that her and her older brother had a falling out, and he has since joined the coattails.

another sidenote: the coattails now, in nature, are not something you can easily just...sign up for. most of them are unthinking and serve a single purpose of farming witches magic-- some have evolved enough to become sentient, and in some cases if you serve a similar cause as determined by the sentient ones, you can have the opportunity to corroborate with them (so far only notably achieved by amanita and augurie)

so after augurie leaves, he convinces the coattails he is an asset and that the purpose of the witch king appeals to him as it entails that males will once again be able to hold magic and he can kill his sister to get it. they buy this and he becomes an admin, ie he can lead legions and access resources they have

Corven stays with murda as her only guild member and they live in Ardovs Quarry (urban rainy town in the north of the kingdom), and are currently trying to get their brother back

When mochi and lime pop into this main quest, this is essentially how it goes:

corven met mochi and lime once before for an unrelated side quest, and considers them to be friends (even though they only met once but this is the tcwg style)

murda is reluctant to ask them for help, claims this is a family matter and its none of their business, and getting involved will cause nothing but trouble (true). but theyve exhausted all other avenues at that point, so with a little persuasion from corven, she agrees to let mochi and lime help

theres numerous steps to tracking down augurie, and every time they get a lead and encounter him he seems to be doing something that inches him towards some overarching goal (the in-betweens of the main quest are still up in the air, but its essentially bonding time for the two guilds)

the final confrontation is when they finally track him down to the "root" of the coattails located in the ruins of the old kingdom of the first witch king.

NOW--interrupting to talk a little about auguries magic guild item: its a scythe that reaps magic. theres little potion bottles on the end which can hold up to three different kinds of magic power that can be used independently for a short time after theyve been activated. so far in his scythe he has taken (throughout his time in the coattails) the following magic power: the magic of the snake witch, toad witch, and spider witch. the crow and cat are there with him, so all those together, they have the magic force equivalent to the witch king (for a short time, anyway)

at this point its revealed that auguries plot goes like this: the witch king brought the coattails to life with his magic, so the only way to properly control them or, as augurie corrects, to end them, is with the equivalent power.

augurie joined the coattails in order to get close to them, track down the root (which has been hidden for centuries), gather the main witches magic without putting them in danger directly, take it to the root and reverse the coattails origins spell as best he can. god knows where he even learned this was all possible, but thats the genius of the crow guild

im unsure if murda was in on this plot from the beginning, and pretended to have a falling out with him to enact the whole thing INCLUDING bringing mochi there for the cats power, or if she was oblivious to his intentions and he was acting alone and actually genuinely broke her heart to make the story more convincing

anyway, they actually are able to reverse the coattails origin spell!!! (lime and corven almost fucking die for real fending off an army of coattails while augurie/murda/mochi reverse the spell). the way it actually turned out is that any coattails still in the overworld still had their old "mission," but if they are purged and returned to the root, then augurie has full control to give them a new mission (which will eventually serve as the witches army against the witch king), so after the completion of this quest, the coattails are much less of a threat

afterwards, augurie returns to murdas guild and continues to look into the return of the witch king. he serves as the strategist/healer for the group and is like that main quest guy you go back and report to when youve made progress advancing the storyline that goes "Ah... so all these things happened when you went to [place] huh... no time to rest, heres the next step-"

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[tdciago]

Tiresias, Actaeon and Gator's Oedipus Complex

This post will contain some spoilers for episodes after 5.3. In case you haven't already noticed, season 5 has been drowning in bathroom references. Dot lures Donny Ireland to the master bathroom to attack him with fire, then attacks him again in the restroom of the Gas 'n Go with frozen water, causing him to slip to his death by hitting his head on the toilet.

Roy relaxes "in moist repose" in his hot tub, and later perches on the closed toilet as his twin daughters take a bubble bath. He mentions a law that forbids horses from sleeping in bathtubs. Dot has to sponge her pits in Lorraine's commode. Wayne tells Indira he threw up in the downstairs commode. Danish tells Wayne, "Broke his skull in the commode of a filling station." Witt says, "I'm guessing there was a perp in the commode?" Dot attacks Gator's buddy Pace with a toilet tank lid during the Halloween home invasion.

Gator stops at the Gas 'n Go to "drain the snake," and Roy calls Donny "the guy with his head in the toilet." When Mama Munch investigates the noise upstairs, we see the bathroom as she walks down the hall, and it remains in the left side of the shot as we discover Munch in the rocking chair. Later, an overhead shot tracks from that bathroom to the bedroom. The description of the first episode of season 5 notes, "A series of unexpected events lands Dot in hot water and she is plunged back into a life she thought she left behind." In episode 5.3, Witt reads a newspaper story that finds Gator "in hot water" again. Bathrooms seem like dangerous places. Movies like "The Shining" and "Psycho" have depicted bathrooms as especially threatening for women, but this season finds them just as treacherous for men. I am reminded of a scene from "Jurassic Park" in which a female T-Rex (they were ALL female) kills a guy named Donald on the toilet. And, as Gator points out, Dot's a bird, and birds used to be...dinosaurs. My recent post on Tiresias reminded me that there are two myths from Greek mythology that involve unfortunate men seeing a goddess bathing naked, and being punished for it. The first is Tiresias himself, who, in one account, is blinded by Athena for the transgression of seeing her naked. The other incident involves the hunter Actaeon, who stops at a spring to cool off, only to see Artemis (Diana) naked as she bathes with her nymphs. As punishment, she splashes Actaeon with water, turning him into a stag. He is then chased and torn apart by his own hunting dogs, who don't recognize their master. Remember: Roy is present as his twin daughters bathe. Do the daughters represent these two goddesses? Gator has been likened to Oedipus. So, what if, as a teen, he saw Nadine bathing naked, setting off a sexual attraction to his (step)mother? It seems as though Munch, the Tiresias truth-sayer of this season, is grooming Gator to be the new Tiresias. If the episode title "The Useless Hand" refers to the Tennyson poem "Tiresias," then Munch breaks Gator's wrist to simulate that idea. Dante places Tiresias in the circle of hell with fortune tellers and false prophets, whose heads are turned backwards as punishment, so they can never have foresight again. And Gator wears his sunglasses on the back of his head. If I'm right about the gruesome accident in 5.4 being the woman's head getting twisted around like the Mayor of Halloweentown, then that's another reference to Tiresias. Tiresias also had the gift of augury, meaning that he could hear the future in the songs of birds, and Dot is compared to a bird. And certainly Gator being blindfolded fits with the story of the blind Tiresias. It's interesting that, in the 16th century flashback, the priest is filmed with his head centered against antlers on the wall, so he looks like a man turning into a stag. Could Bryn's transgression have been similar to Actaeon's? There will be a reproduction of a Velazquez painting used in season 5, in the scene with Lorraine at a restaurant, of Cardinal-Infante Ferdinand dressed as a hunter. Wikipedia notes that he is supposed to represent Actaeon in this painting. Nadine is an anagram of Dianne, a variation of Diana. If Gator and Nadine are connected by "hot water," that would explain at least half of Gator's comparison to Oedipus, and it would go a long way toward explaining all the bathroom/water references this season.

Photos: https://imgur.com/a/nKFYMUa Actaeon: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Actaeon Cardinal-Infante Ferdinand as a Hunter, by Velazquez: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cardinal-Infante_Ferdinand_of_Austria#/media/File%3ADiego_Vel%C3%A1zquez_-_Retrato_del_Cardinal-Infante_Fernando_de_Austria.jpg Fargo: This Useless Hand! https://www.tumblr.com/tdciago/735839243983896577/fargo-this-useless-hand?source=share Fargo: It's a Twister! https://www.tumblr.com/tdciago/735299222722740224/fargo-its-a-twister?source=share

[bakawitch]

Okay, here's an idea for Pisces:

I know basically nothing about hungarian mythology except for an animation about a folktale I saw awhile ago where a boy has to fight the Fish King to win a princess's hand in marriage. I also happened to have seen that the Gemini title belongs to two people and since Pisces is also plural why not this too?

This is how the idea goes: a father/daughter duo who shares the same title. I'd imagine the father is some sort of mythical Fish King from Regelye and that he had a wife at one point who was killed by gods after giving birth to their daughter. So he joined the House of Augury to keep his daughter safe. Combat wise they would probably work similar to Svarog and Clara.

Oooh yes I see the vision too well, this is too perfect orz

Pisces

Code Name: The Fishermen

Real Names: Fodor & Margit (meaning ripple and meaning pearl)

Origin: Regelye

Vision: Nepho

Weapon: Catalyst

Statures: Tall Male and Short Female

I already have their story in mind. Thank you for the suggestion, anon!

Still got: Aries, Taurus, Cancer, Libra, Sagittarius, Capricorn, and Aquarius for Herald suggestions

[motherfuckingmaneater]

What are your Black-Gaunt family headcanons? :3

For the sake of this post this is for my first war Delphini AU (which @daughterofyourdarklord and I have been heavily invested in lately, so safe to assume she is the Delphini I have in mind writing these) otherwise they'd not have been much of a family. Enjoy this random handful of hcs anon!

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Think Addams family values. Delphini grows up around a lot of dark dangerous things (the dark dilf being the top of that list). She’s born of them, they’re dark magic incarnate, so she has a predisposition to it immediately. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Bellatrix puts a dagger in Delphini’s hand for the first time when she’s 2. They take her muggle hunting when she’s 4, for the first time. It’s the first and last time, because Bellatrix is locked in Azkaban and Voldemort ‘dies’. However, they make habit of doing this fairly often as the three of them later when they’re together again. It’s been an old enjoyment of Bella and Voldemorts for years, after all. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   They’re an exceptionally well put together family. They always look immaculate together. For public events both witches take their places beside — and a step behind — Lord Voldemort. Bellatrix as commander of Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort’s right hand, is as always placed at his left side. Delphini as the reigning monarch and ‘the Augury’ of the wizarding world is on his right.

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Eventually, Delphini’s place becomes more prominent than Bellatrix’s. This happens when Voldemort officially titles Delphini the monarch of his reign three years after the end of battle of Hogwarts.

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Bellatrix Lestrange becomes Madame Black / Lady Black (for Voldemort, others addressing her as ‘my Lady’ feels a more appropriate) once more when Rodolphus dies in the battles which continue to rage for 3 years after the battle of Hogwarts, and Lord Voldemort publicly takes her as consort after over twenty years of their relationship being private. She takes her name back now she’s the Black heiress. It also feels better given Delphini is a Black too. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Delphini is given many titles, she is seen as the saviour of the pureblood world (yes, we all know the irony of it). She is their reigning monarch, their Augury, their heiress, the daughter of the Dark Lord.

 ◜    ۞    ◞   They have a lot of snakes in their abode. Nagini accompanies Delphini publicly a majority of the time, however, Nagini actually spends most of her time alone with Bellatrix. She appreciates the witch’s company and curls herself around her whilst she sleeps. Voldemort will never say it but he reluctantly suspects its because the snake holds part of his soul. She is however, most protective of Delphini and entirely loyal to Voldemort. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Neither Voldemort nor Bellatrix had to teach Delphini wandless magic, but Bellatrix did make sure to teach her blood magic and Voldemort taught her bone magic. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   They regularly engage in ancient dark rituals. It started with Bellatrix taking Delphini into Black family rituals and teaching her the ancient magic of the Blacks — runic readings, speaking to the stars, the power of magical blood, etc., and then Voldemort too began giving some time to both witches. He and Bella still engage in their own private rituals anyway — the ones they’ve been doing for years and years now. 

[morgandria]

Bríd of the mantles, Bríd of the hearth-fire, Bríd of the twining hair, Bríd of the Auguries, Bríd of the fair face, Bríd of the calmness, Bríd of the strong hands, Bríd of the kine! Bríd, friend of women, Bríd, fire of magic, Bríd the foster mother, Bríd woman of wisdom! Bríd the daughter of Danu, Bríd of the triple flame, This day/this night, we call the flame of Bríd! That the power of shaping be within us, That the power of poetry be within us, That the power of healing be within us, In earth, sea, and sky, and among the kindreds! Kindle your flame in our heads, hearts, and loins, Bríd above us, Bríd below us, Bríd at every airt about us. Bríd in our truest heart!