#deadly hallows part 1

[granddaughterogg]

You Let Me Complicate You - Part 1

This is a love story about Simon "Ghost" Riley and you, starting with a random hookup and later navigating your increasingly complex feelings and desires towards each other.

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SUMMARY: You're all alone in London because of Reasons. On a particularly dreadful, windy, rainy Halloween evening you venture outside for a quick pint - but find Simon "Ghost" Riley instead. He's a consummate fuckboy who uses fleeting trysts to blow off steam collected at his deadly job, and you're a cynical, world weary girl who nonetheless very much enjoys no-string-attached sex. None of you are prepared for the horror of Actually Falling In Love. Also - the mask stays on for ridiculously long. What, oh what will become of this fateful encounter?

Chapter 1: SKULLFACE

As with many other adventures in your life - this one started only because you wouldn’t quench your curiosity.

It was an insatiable force, one that has driven you into a lot of shit over the years. On the other hand, you could call your life path - that collection of irregular zigs and zags off the beaten trajectory - anything but dull. And you owed it to that ever-present itch at the back of your head.

Let’s go back to the very start, shall we?

The start was unpromising. For one, it was Halloween evening, but you were on your own and it was pissing it down outside.

You sat in a tiny squalid apartment, its walls painted a nauseating shade of green and stared at the darkness behind your windows. Cold water splashed against the glass. Technically speaking, those windows weren’t yours. Nothing here was. You’ve just Airbnb’ed this hovel for a few weeks. The thing is, you’ve been awaiting news about a job.

They haven’t contacted you yet. You’ve been paying through the nose for this musty abode, bristling at the prices of groceries – at the prices of anything, really. London’s famous charms were lost on you. You hated this city. To you, it felt as if someone had squashed a dozen smaller towns into an amorphous heap. You didn’t know a single soul in those streets and you weren’t sure if you wanted to change that.

But how long can a lonely girl sit on her ass, browse youtube and marinate herself in misery?

And it was All Hallow’s Eve after all.

You always loved Halloween.

The weather discouraged kids from trick-and-treating. Yet you could still hear multiple footsteps going every which way on the wet pavement below, snippets of conversations and muffled laughter. Londoners decided to enjoy themselves tonight, weather be damned. 

You paused the video (it was about a groomer, tending to a particularly matted, hissy cat). You stood up with a sigh, slammed your laptop shut and went to the suitcase lying in the corner.

It’s been a week here and apart from your sensible job interview clothes, (which have been hanging on the door, properly steamed) you still haven’t found it in yourself to unpack.

Never mind that now. You unceremoniously threw the suitcase’s contents on the wooden floor and fished one particular object out of the pile; a little velvet dress, as black as the night.

You stood in front of the dusty mirror and pulled the garment on. It was one of those strappy numbers which start late but end pretty early. Hugged all your curves, not leaving much to the imagination. Your dear mother would’ve described this dress as „slutty”.

Just the way you liked it.

You’ve learned before that excessive preparations only dull your enthusiasm for the unknown. So you’ve slid your feet inside your trusted combat boots, smudged some black eyeliner here and there, put your hair up in a French twist with a simple metal pin, and threw on a jacket - and you were good to go.

Wherever those streets would take you.

***

It turned out that the streets wouldn’t take you far. Because it was raining fucking hard. 

It's one thing to merely observe the skies opening, and another to withstand their fury. You were trudging the pavement under your flimsy foldable umbrella, almost bent in half because of the gusty wind. You walked turned to the side, trying to avoid getting ballistic rainwater in your eyes, one half of your face damp and cold already. The light jacket offered little protection; soon you were soaked to the bone, and furious.

Screw it, you thought. I’m just gonna get inside any old place, have a pint and then go home.

You turned the corner and came upon a narrow crooked staircase leading below the street level, as was usually the case with pubs in this area. Some people were just leaving the premises, laughing and talking as they went. You caught a glimpse of bluish light, pouring from the inside along with some muffled bass beats.

Good enough.

You descended down the staircase; concrete steps crumbled under your tractor soles, threatening to throw you off balance. You passed by some folks on your way, squeezing yourself past them on a narrow path cutting through an overgrown courtyard. You pulled the handle of a heavy iron door. It was covered in graffiti and layers upon layers of old stickers. 

You stepped inside.

Your first thought was: This is not a pub.

You weren’t a local – hell, you weren’t even British – but after some time spent in this country, you’ve more or less become acquainted with the trappings of this cornerstone of any local community, what with its cosy nooks, mandatory fireplace and dark polished woodwork. Those kinds of places you knew. The beer wasn’t half bad, the tunes were usually tolerable and bartenders had this well-practiced cordiality to them. You liked the atmosphere of an English pub.

This, however, was different. Like, much noisier.

Your ears got filled with the metallic beats of dark industrial music. You couldn’t name the song that was playing. Deep inside there was a small dancefloor, where bodies swayed along with the slow, reverberating rhythm. 

This place was so dimly lit, that you had to squint just to adjust. The walls were raw concrete, with exposed brass piping running up and down in complicated patterns. It reminded you of a bunker. All the furniture seemed to be worn down and mismatched as if someone scavenged it from various vacant buildings. The bar counter was one giant slab of concrete too, its greyness punctuated by rows of tiny lights hanging from the iron truss under the low ceiling. 

The patrons all wore black. Not just your basic, nondescript black, oh no. You looked around (as much as you could while drifting in this neon blue semi-darkness, which revealed so little) and noticed some people in gothic finery. Velvet, lace, the works. Others chose leather or elaborate corsetry.

Ah, it’s one of those places.

You got your shit together, folded the damn umbrella, shook your damp hair to get at least some of the water out of it, and beelined to the concrete bar. At this point of the evening, you’d kill for a hot beverage.

The bar area was not too crowded, thank fuck. You clambered gracelessly onto one of the free barstools and smiled at the bartender. He was completely bald, with a ginormous nose ring and a thin face, eternally crumpled into an expression of faint disgust.

"Hello! One hot tea, please", you said breathlessly.

Dude looked at you as if you’d just spat on his mother’s grave.

"Tea? You sure 'bout that?"

"Well yeah", you answered. "It’s bucketing down out there, and I got chilled to the bone..."

The bartender wasn’t moved by your plight. 

"This is a club, not your Granny’s living room, see? We serve adults here..."

"Give ‘er a damn tea, Geoffrey. Don’t be a cunt."

A man’s voice rang out from your left. It was low and throaty, but also perfectly even in tone. It cut through the music and the bustle like a knife wielded by a steady hand. Your ears twitched pleasantly at this sound.

Geoffrey blinked at whoever it was that scolded him. Then he made a face and turned away to fulfil your order.

"I’m just saying, we’re trying to run a business here…" he muttered, putting the kettle on.

"I see that”, you assured. "Make that a tea and a glass of Scotch then. I could use both."

"Right." The bartender was seemingly placated by your offer.

When he put the drinks in front of you and turned towards other customers, you emptied the sugar packet inside the cup, stirred your tea for a while, finally sipped it - and sighed with delight. It all took a while. When the life-restoring elixir started to course through your veins, you stole a glance at the man who spoke earlier.

"Thanks for putting in the word for me", you said with a slight smile.

"Geoff's not a bad bloke. Just overworked." 

The stranger was tall and dressed in a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled over his head. He was looking straight ahead, away from you, cradling his whisky glass in two large, strikingly pale hands.

"I can imagine, with the place being so busy on Halloween and all...Anyway, I’m feeling better by the minute." 

"Drink up then, and that whisky too. You look like a half-drowned cat."

That voice was something to behold. So deep and guttural, with a thick accent that made short work of most of the consonants. As your ears helpfully suggested, it was probably Mancunian. One doesn’t simply grow such a voice. One earns it through incessant smoking and other recurring bad life decisions, no doubt. It was kinda hot.

...Wait a moment, did this perfect stranger just smack-talk you?

Your head darted upwards. 

"Did you just say that I look like shit?" 

Your tone was still playful - if underlined by a suggestion that you’re always ready to drop the playfulness.

The hooded man must’ve heard that undertone because he chuckled. That rumbling sound reverberated somewhere deep within you. Probably in your bones.

"Don’t be so hard on yourself, love. You're just a little worse for wear, is all."

That impassive tone of his stabbed you in the solar plexus. You've straightened up as if pulled by a string. The teaspoon fell into your tea, making a soft clatter, while you spun around on your stool to look this insolent git straight in the face.

"How do you know?" you bit out. "You weren't even looking -"

The following words got stuck in your throat.

Not only was the man hooded, but he also wore a mask. A tight black one, covering his head and the lower part of his face. A balaclava, your brain hinted helpfully. It looked like a part of the regulation equipment of the armed forces, and that's where the similarities came to an end. For the mask has been printed over – or painted, maybe? - with the image of a skull. Mainly its lower jaw. White paint glimmered in the bluish light, forming a wide, ghastly smile which grinned at you.

But even more striking were his eyes, large and protruding. Your stunned stare met two opaque irises, as dark and dense as a black hole. You weren't able to decipher their expression. That cryptic intensity of his gaze seemed to bend space-time. 

His eyelids and skin around the eyes have also been blackened, but his long lashes remained pale as frost.

You stared at this vision with your mouth ajar, like a dead fish.

"What?" He asked calmly and quietly. "Do I have something on me fuckin' face?"

You were always quite outspoken, but at that moment words eluded you.

"Cool mask,” you said finally because something needed to be said. „Cool...disguise. Is it for Halloween?"

He didn't blink. It was unnerving.

"I don't do 'alloween, love."

"So you wear this thing 'cause it makes you more interesting and mysterious and shit?"

The tall man leaned towards you, his eyes creasing in a smile.

"Look at you, sweetheart. It's clearly workin'."

"That's because of that stare of yours. It could pin a person to a wall...", you murmured.

"I could pin you to a wall. Just ask nicely.”

You felt suddenly weightless. Out of breath. 

"For how long?" you quipped, trying your damnedest to sound flippant. 

The nerve of this fucking guy!

"For as long as you'll need me to. I'm a dedicated man.”

There was no bravado ringing in his gritty voice. Just a calm statement of fact.

You cut a look at his arms. The black cotton of the hoodie did little to conceal their immense size. 

He could probably deliver on his promise.

You took a long breath, trying to regain your lost composure. It wasn't easy when this hulking freak stared you down, but you'd been in tighter spots before.

Goths, amirite, you thought. Ever the contrarians, regardless of their age. They tended to be good in the sack though.

You studied this new specimen very thoroughly - and there was plenty to stare at. The man was built like an industrial-sized fridge. Ridiculously tall even while sitting down and broad-shouldered, with a firm chest stretching the plain black cotton of his sweatshirt. Which, by the way, he wore zipped up almost to his very chin, like a layer of protective gear. Weird.

Those dim little lights over the bar made it hard for you to discern the details, but you also noticed the width of his torso and his powerful thighs, clad in simple blue denim. He was by far the plainest dressed patron of this edgelord cellar joint. Apart from the mask you didn't notice anything even remotely Gothic about his style or bearings. Although he sat motionless, cradling a glass of whisky in his long, strong fingers – he still exuded that kind of primal strength which you've learned to associate with the outdoorsy hiker type or the avid sportsman.

"Like what you're seein', love?”

You winced, a bit perplexed that he had caught you taking stock of his impressive physique. But you weren't about to let him know that.

"Yep”, you blurted out instead, staring boldly into those eyes, as dark and impenetrable as a shark's. "Do you?"

"I do, yeah."

Aaand here we go, you thought, relaxing immediately. For now, you were on a beaten path.

"You've said that I looked like -", you chuckled accusingly, leaning back on your stool. His stare was gliding all over you without any shame, probably filing the best finds away for later.

"I know what I said," he cut you off calmly, leaning closer. The height difference between you two was striking.

"Your mascara got smudged and ran off...to there."

You stilled as this complete stranger traced a pale finger across your eye socket. You drew in a deep breath as he touched your zygomatic bone, where nothing possibly could've smudged. His fingertip travelled even further, brushing over your sensitive skin and freeing a lone strand of hair from behind your ear. It was still damp from the rain.

He did it very slowly. Very gently.

You let him. As if you were hypnotized. Attempted a smile, but the corners of your mouth felt strangely numb.

"See? Now that's perfection", he stated in the same hushed, impassive tone of voice before turning back to his drink. The whisky glass disappeared in his hand.

You were silent. Your head was buzzing as if someone had set the radio inside to a non-existent channel.

The thing is, you knew perfectly well who you were dealing with. When it comes to seasoned fuckboys like Skullface here, it's all very simple; they're nothing to be afraid of. Such men are what a high wave is for the swimmer. An opportunity for a fun ride.

Back when you were a teenage girl, you liked to spend hours on end in the sea. At the time you'd like to imagine that this cool, salty, malachite green vastness was your lover. You drifted in the water, letting the wave carry you, surrendering yourself to its tender ruthlessness, allowing the element to hold you for a moment without dealing any harm, to guide you like a dance partner, and then to pass by and disappear into the distance.

It is just like dancing. As long as you know the steps, something beautiful can come out of it.

And you haven't had the chance to let loose on the dancefloor for so long.

You calmed your body by taking a few deep breaths. You couldn't calm your heart. What you could do, though - was to let your audacious spirit take the wheel.

You grabbed at your glass and emptied it in one sweep. Vile whisky did as it always would; it burned your gullet only to flare into a ball of pleasant warmth once it reached your insides. It was not a connoisseur-worthy beverage, but its aggressive sweetness suited your current mood.

You threw your head back and exhaled slowly.

He was watching, you could tell. He tilted his head slightly. Amusement emanated from behind the black mask.

"Say..." you drawled, leaning towards him with your eyes sparkling, for you felt a surge of vigour and boldness along with a freshly bloomed, alcohol-induced blush. 

"Does your mum know that you being a goth is not a phase?"

Skullface snorted softly.

"I am not a goth, love."

"Then why are you in this den for kinky weirdos?" You gestured around the dark interior, including the bare walls, the blue neon light and the throbbing, metallic, dark rhythms pulsing around you.

"I like goth chicks”, he admitted. Cheeky git.

"Why?" you prodded.

"Tattoos in fun places."

"Animal”, you chided him, setting your empty glass down with a bang.

"Excuse me, sir!" you called out to the bartender. "I shall have another."

"Like you came here for some lofty purpose. Wanna discuss the works of Kierkegaard...dressed like that?” The masked man snorted, summing up your entire scantily clad person with one tilt of his chin.

You chuckled quietly, taking no offence.

"I'm surprised that you even know how to pronounce his name."

He remained silent, so you fired away again, buoyed by the alcohol in your veins: 

"Weren't you supposed to add something scathing after the 'dressed like that' part? I'm still waiting for that burn to sting."

"If I did, I'd be a fuckin' hypocrite", he muttered. "Cause I very much enjoy it."

That solemn note of appreciation in his voice made you smile and nod. What an earnest freak.

The bartender came over and took away both of your empty glasses.

"What can I get you?" he asked, his gaze moving from his face to yours.

"Two glasses of bourbon, Geoffrey", the masked man said.

He noticed that you were opening your mouth and nipped those objections in the bud by raising a finger.

"Hey. Bear with me here. If you don't like it, you might drink whatever you want next. Even more of that fuckin' coal sludge you've been having."

"Excuse you, Scotch is hardly a sludge".

"That's what the bloody Scots would tell you. In much more...colourful terms, I s'ppose. I have a Scottish coworker and every time that we go drinkin', he gives me a bloody earful about the superiority (he pronounced this word rolling his r's) of the local distilleries over that Kentucky brew."

"You're friends with a highlander?" you asked. "Does he curse at you in Scots whenever he gets agitated?"

"All the fuckin' time. He's a twonk." A smile laced his words.

"You sure are passionate about your liquor choices." 

You propped your chin up with your hand, smiling at him.

"If I wanted to taste a fuckin' fireplace, I'd chew on a burnt log. Bourbon is the way to go. Much sweeter."

You couldn't help but laugh at his sudden fervour.

"You don't seem like the kind of lad who pursues sweetness," you quipped, trying to look into those impossible eyes of his and not blink. So far, it was a downhill battle. 

The bartender came back. Two glasses full of amber liquid landed on the counter with a dull clink. You didn't have the time to focus on them, because Skullface leaned towards you, shading you with his powerful torso and obscuring the source of the blue light. Your nostrils were suddenly filled with his pleasant manly scent, mixed with the fragrance of fresh laundry, some kind of a woody-citrusy aftershave, and a hint of something you couldn't decipher even though you knew that smell. Its memory, devoid of a name, tickled at the tip of your tongue. Fireworks?

"Sweet and rough things should go hand in hand in life. That's how you make it all bearable somehow."

"Somehow?..” you asked absentmindedly, mesmerised by his deep voice. By the promise tilting at the edge of those slowly, intently enunciated words.

"Hey, true balance is hard to find, 'cause life's a fuckin' mess. It's chaos, it's cruel. No point to it at all."

Holy mackerel, you thought. A goth girl admirer, an apparent powerhouse of a man and a homegrown nihilist in one. With eyes like two abysses and a voice like grit. This was going to be an enchanting evening.

Don't go crazy just yet, you admonished yourself. Don't let this stranger in a mask get the upper hand on you. Keep your calm so that he doesn't sweep you off your feet prematurely.

"So," you murmured, your tone casual, "What did Kierkegaard have to say, exactly?"

Dark eyes twinkled. 

"Many things. Like that our whole existence is absurd. It doesn't really matter what we do, so we might as well do whatever the fuck we want. And right now, I want to do...this."

He dipped a finger into his glass of bourbon and glided it across your lower lip.

You parted your mouth without protest, giving in to the shamelessness of this gesture.

"Just taste it."

[dhr-ao3]

The Best Mistake Ever

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[twelvethearchive]

Monday Live-Stream #2 Highlights

Date: Dec 18, 2017

Guest Appearances:

Glowing Aurora (Lobelia + Extras)

Ravenwing VA (Poppy + Extras)

FawletteVA (Ivy)

Alpha Duck @ 1:30:08

Raymond Miller (Imp) @ 1:43:18

[Link] https://www.youtube.com/live/cCw-ZbCtABg?si=18-Bfy3cokQWF-Ge

Live Stream Creation #2

0:48 - Everyone's devices aren't working + PetPyves' computer barely functions because the entirety of Twelve is on it.

2:22 - Who's your favorite Twelve character?

4:20 - Who's your least favorite Twelve character?

5:27 - Update on The Finale

5:52 - Cat appears

6:16 - Talking about dead pets

11:00 - Would you rather eat pancakes or waffles?

12:14 - Glowing Aurora's cat is "sitting on the questions"

13:04 - What's your favorite episode of Twelve?

14:23 - What do the skulls mean on the reapers? Are they their body's skulls?

15:58 - Snakes being misinterpreted + Snakes' representation on Imp

17:16 - If May is a reaper, then what would be her spirit animal be?

19:03 - Why does Imp have wings? + Process of reapers being banished.

19:27 - Ravenwing VA joins the stream.

20:43 - Who is Hallow's husband?

23:53 - If Twelve characters were pokemon, what types would they be?

26:35 - Can you tell me what you've used to animate?

27:39 - Animation software recommendation

28:28 - Are you a bush? + Holly's funny story as a waitress.

31:00 - Who would you like to voice besides May/your character? + Vessel impressions

38:35 - Ravenwing's Serendipity european accent story.

40:48 - The cast does May impressions.

41:54 - The chair scar

42:33 - What is the last character you got the role for and what series?

45:30 VA Tip: Don't get attached to the series

46:49 - Who is the cutest character in Twelve? + origins of Maple's SFX

48:06 - Who's your favorite character you've voiced?

52:01 - "Speaking of little boys!"

53:40 - What has been the saddest part of the series for you?

54:25 - Glowing and Ravenwing were reading and voicing every character's lines in The Finale script.

55:29 - The cast roleplays as their characters covering their murders through Wal-Mart.

1:05:42 - The cast roleplay as younger versions of themselves inside a pet store.

1:12:42 - How old are you, Holly?

1:15:20 - If you had a full 24-hours to do whatever you want, what would you do?

1:16:26 - Which of the seven deadly sins would you say you are?

1:17:42 - Which character in Twelve has the best personality in your opinion?

1:18:10 - What made you wanna end Twelve at episode 13?

1:19:43 - PetPyves went to California to meet Raymond Miller (Imp), Alpha Duck, and Devan (Cypress).

1:20:34 - PetPyves announces the very last scene of The Finale will be fully animated.

1:22:04 - Raymond Miller appears in the chat.

1:24:45 - FawletteVA leaves the stream.

1:25:19 - PetPyves broke her wrist in two places during ice skating (Part 1).

1:27:27 - Glowing Aurora announces her leave at 8:00 + Do you think The Lion King is alright?

1:30:03 - Alpha Duck joins in the call

1:36:00 - The ice skating incident

1:38:22 - Glowing Aurora leaves the stream.

1:40:26 - PetPyves almost fell off her chair.

1:41:29 - Ravenwing VA left the stream.

1:43:18 - Raymond Miller joins the stream.

1:43:40 - Wait, what happened? :(

1:45:11 - What's the worst injury you've had? + PetPyves broke her wrist in two places during ice skating (Part 2)

1:46:55 - Susan Miller (Raymond's Mother) gave him a Christmas present. + Raymond describes his worst injury

1:49:25 - Alpha Duck describes her worst injury (SWEET CREAM ON A ICE CREAM SANDWICH)

1:57:25 - People are confusing Thistle with Imp in a meme.

1:58:18 - Alpha Duck talks about her sister's wrist injury. + choking on water/honey/potatoes.

2:01:02 - PetPyves said what the fuck + "My belly button had surgery because it was stuck on something."

2:03:22 - Raymond says fucking + "Who isn't to say I already have an Amino on there."

2:04:56 - Who is your favorite reaper besides Imp?

2:05:25 - What is your favorite Imp line?

2:06:30 - Does Imp have a name other than Imp? • Imp hates it because it's a girl name.

2:06:50 - Stream crashes

2:07:10 - Alpha, how do you feel about my friends being afraid of ducks?

2:07:51 - Raymond tells a story about his uncle and the goose.

2:08:36 - Story of Holly and Alpha going to the duck pond.

2:11:42 - What's your favorite thing about Imp?

2:12:39 - What series are your favorite besides Twelve? One specific series.

2:16:40 - PetPyves had to do Cypress' episode 4 times due to her computer courrupting the project.

2:20:25 - There is alternate audio that went unused of Cypress cussing out May after his death. • Raymond motivated Devan to go all out on May.

2:22:45 - How to make the perfect ketchup toast.

2:23:57 - What would you do if you met Imp irl?

2:26:50 - The casting process for Imp. • Devan almost had the role.

2:30:38 - "The square root of raspberry should be legalized."

2:31:42 - Reapers exist in Twelve, are humans also part of the universe? Or all reapers animal like?

2:33:13 - Is there a tree reaper? + PetPyves explains what makes a reaper and vessel.

2:34:24 - Alpha Duck returned.

2:42:41 - Start of Live-Stream Creation + Devan is in the chat.

2:46:05 - Reapy Beapy

2:49:39 - How do you create the story of Twelve? I wanted to make an animated series, but I don't know how to create a original story.

2:53:30 - The first episode of Twelve had 25 views on the first day.

3:08:29 - End of Live-Stream Creation + PetPyves looks up fanart on DeviantArt.

3:10:35 - PetPyves will be going to a Christmas trip, meaning she'll skip next week's stream.

3:27:39 - "Hey baby, what pants do you wear?"

3:29:25 - Raymond says fuck & fucking

3:30:25 - Imp recieved a marriage proposal. + What is your messup/bloopers that has happened?

3:32:19 - "It looks just like me! You got my butt right!"

3:35:57 - Ravenwing left the stream

3:42:37 - A commenter is attempting to draw Imp as an elf and May laughing at him.

3:55:24 - What's Shiva's birthday?

3:56:26 - Easter egg in Episode 10 • When Poppy falls onto the snow, they represent angel's wings.

3:57:36 - Random flute noises + Raymond says creepy shit

4:03:08 - Can I actual marry Imp?

4:04:15 - Billy Mays here with necklace for your wrist!

4:07:04 - Cameos in Episode 12 • The two cats that were beside Willow were Holly's cats 'Patch and Lucky'.

4:09:13 - People still think Imp didn't die drowning.

4:20:35 - "I'm sorry, I'm actually retarded!"

4:27:41 - Raymond proudly says what the FUCK

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[ao3feed-drastoria]

The Best Mistake Ever

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QSBRbUy by Anonymous Hermione Granger is in big trouble. The deadly virus she was working on somehow has been released from the lab, and now it’s mutating. Will Hermione and the gang solve this on time before any of their loved ones die? Or are they all doomed? Words: 189, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Hermy-o-ninny Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Percy Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass, Minerva McGonagall, Original Muggle Character(s), Daphne Greengrass, Dobby (Harry Potter), Colin Creevey, Rubeus Hagrid, Zacharias Smith Relationships: pairings undecided - Relationship, Readers Choose The Endgame Pairings (Vote In The Comments), Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Zacharias Smith, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood/Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley, Tracey Davis/Ron Weasley, Daphne Greengrass/Harry Potter, Astoria Greengrass/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Dobby & Rubeus Hagrid, Astoria Greengrass & Dobby, Dobby & Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Post-War, Canon Divergence - Post-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Colin Creevey Lives, Dobby Lives (Harry Potter), Rare Pairings, Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Anyone can die, Muggle/Wizard Relations, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Draco Malfoy is Clueless About Muggle Things, Harry Potter in the Muggle World, Ron Weasley in the Muggle World, Ginny Weasley in the Muggle World, Arthur Weasley in the Muggle World, Molly Weasley in the Muggle World, Percy Weasley in the Muggle World, No Weasley Family Bashing (Harry Potter), No Ron Weasley Bashing, No Ginny Weasley Bashing, No Hermione Granger Bashing, Inferi (Harry Potter), Supernatural Illnesses, Survival Horror, Angst and Drama, End of the World, Inspired By 28 Days Later, POV Hermione Granger, POV Harry Potter, POV Ron Weasley, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Zacharias Smith, POV Astoria Greengrass, POV Gregory Goyle, POV Vincent Crabbe, Vincent Crabbe Lives, POV Parvati Patil, POV Padma Patil read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QSBRbUy

[sabastudies]

Tl;dr: clickbait

I got the same recommandation.

HP: 7; Twilight: 10; Dune: 8

The guy talks about Hollywood making two movies out of one book (Deadly Hallows, Mockingjay, Hobbit, Twilight ...)

He compares Dune Part 1 to Breaking Dawn Part 1 and Deadly Hallows Part 1

4 criteria, scale 1-10 with 10 being the best

Criterium 1: justification: Does the source material justify the split or is this a cash grab and stalling for time?

HP: 8; Twilight: 7; Dune: 10

Criterium 2: structure

HP: 6; Twilight: 9; Dune: 5

Criterium 3: filmmaking: style and vision/visual palette

HP: 8; Twilight: 6; Dune: 9

Criterium 4: good dad coefficent: good male role models or something (?)

HP: 7; Twilight: 10; Dune: 8

Tie between Dune and Twilight

The winner is Avatar 2: The Way of Water which he explains was planned as a two part movie

Best part is in a comment: "I haven't watched the video yet but you can't tell me I was the only one, who the talking hyperintelligent unborn baby reminded of Twilight"

I must not click on the rage-bait, the rage-bait is the braincell-killer AND clicking it just gives it engagement either way...

Youtube keeps recommending me a video titled 'Twilight does what Dune NEVER could...' and like, part of me is intrigued. Let's not even bring quality into this, but this is such an extreme case of apples and oranges I genuinely struggle to imagine what the point of comparison might be.

Like? YA vampire romantasy against backstabby political sci-fi with very minimal background romance. Wut? The thumbnail features Bella and Chani so like, the romance? Wut? One has a female main character, the other doesn't? Or what?

Like I don't want to give it views but I have Questions.

[rogue-durin-16]

HIS WARM EYES

Summary: Some members of the Order are reticent about letting in a Lestrange, specially after Snape's betrayal. Whilst taking Harry to the the burrow, an ambush has place. Everything points to Y/n, right?

Pairing: George Weasley x Slytherin!Lestrange!Reader

Genre: angst

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George Weasley: @meph1stophelian

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @skarlettmikaelson

Warnings: blood, injuries, death

A/N: OH MY GOD THIS IS SO LONG AND BAD— I AM GENUINELY SORRY BUT I HAD TO

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

Lestrange wasn't a good name.

It wasn't a good name in the streets, nor in close-doors, let alone amongst The Order.

That's why I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that they had accepted me— well, maybe 'accepted' was a strong word; they had let me in, reticent, weary, but still they had done it. Plus, after Snape's betrayal and Dumbledore's death, no one would think there was a vacant for a Slytherin and a Lestrange.

It wasn't until I found myself exiting the abandoned Grimauld's Place along with the rest of the volunteers to go to Privet Drive, that it dawned on me; they were short on people.

They were so short on people that the Order would have to swallow my name, my family and my House.

That didn't mean they would quiet down their opinions about me being there.

"I'm gonna say it." Fred announced, taking a spot in the living room's corner while Shacklebolt, Arthur and Lupin searched the place.

"Again?" Fleur groaned.

Fred had already spoken his mind about my presence before we reached Potter's house.

His and George's shocked looks had been on me since the very first moment I had walked into the old Black's home, which was understandable; last time they saw me I was joking about joining the death eaters.

Although the shock on their faces had been accompanied by very different emotions on each.

Fred's held reticence. During our school years, he had never liked me; I would dare to say he was scared of me, even.

George's gaze, on the other hand, held hope —maybe even excitement— which was comforting.

In our first year, I had managed to draw George's interest, and for three years he was adamant about Slytherins not being 'all that bad'.

George's friendship was the thread I was hanging on; he was the only thing stopping from taking the easy way and live up to my name.

The thread was cut after he asked his mother to bring me over during Christmas, which ended up in her forbidding him to talk to me. He, being George Weasley, ignored his mom's pleads and twin's scolding and still tried his best to stay close to me, so I did what was right and, at the end of our fifth year, I cut ties with him.

It hurt more than I would dare to admit.

After our drifting apart, I was forced to completely rely on Slytherins. And you see, Slytherins, as 11 year-old George would say, aren't all that bad, but the ones my name attracted were.

They were bad sort —the worst—, and keeping that company around after our sixth year wasn't the best record to have, but Merlin's sake, I was there, I had volunteered— people change.

"Son." His father warned Fred, well aware this wasn't the time, though he obviously wanted to side with him. "Don't start again."

"Someone has yet to tell me why is she here?"

"She has a name." I hissed, unable to stop myself.

"Which is why you shouldn't be here, Lestrange." The name rolled out of his tongue like poison. "She's not one to trust."

"Oi, she's willing to risk her life, isn't she?" George's words seemed to be meant to calm his twin's temper, though his warm eyes did land on mines with a reassuring look.

"Yeah but for whom?" I tried to stay quiet as Moody had asked me too, but Fred was making it quite difficult. "If something goes wrong—"

"Weasley!" Mad-eye's tone was dry as he bursted into the room. "Are you questioning my judgment?" Fred scoffed, but stayed quiet.

"If we're throwing in the surnames, you're gonna wanna know her mum's my auntie." Tonks spoke, folding her arms.

"But you're a Hufflepuff." He was quick to respond, giving me a disgusted look. "She's a Serpent."

"And you're still a mouthful, aren't you?!" I snapped, stepping forward, though Tonks gave me a lazy tug before I could get to Fred.

"Wanna fight, Lestrange?" He had taken a couple of steps in my direction already when George yanked his twins arm.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He yelled, giving his brother a push. "She's here for Harry! She's helping! What else do you want?!"

"Oh my gosh, Georgie— get over your teen crush already, she's not on our team!" George's knuckles went visibly white, unlike his cheeks, which turned red.

"Are you done making a scene? The three of you." Bill questioned in a calm tone, resting against the window's bench. "I don't fancy the idea either, but we need help, Fred, so shut your mouth because we have things to do."

"Pity, I was enjoying the teen drama." Moody teased before grabbing his flask and the ones who would take the Polyjuice potion moved to stand in line.

"Y/n." George's hand brushed my hand, drawing my attention to him as we stood besides one another. "I'm glad you're here." He whispered with a side smile.

"Missed me much?" I couldn't help but grin back, bumping his arm with mine. I stole a proper look at him and thought I might as well ask before the mission. "So... Teen crush huh?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him, though I could feel my own face flushing.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't fancy George —could someone blame me?—, and the idea of those feelings not being unrequited was very appealing.

He only threw his head back and looked away, the half smile growing wider and more bashful. "We'll talk about it at the Burrow." He assured me, taking the flask with his right hand and squeezing mine with his left.

"If we don't die before that." I was joking, but fear was shaking me to the core.

"We won't." He looked at the potion disgusted and gave me a peeked at me saying, "You have to hear me embarrass myself first." And with a wink, he drank the potion and passed it to me.

Gosh, I couldn't get over the mission to hear him 'embarrass' himself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

The first five minutes were calm, despite all of us being on edge. We kept checking on each other, dreading if we lost sight of someone, that someone would banish.

The storm came when we had to dive into the dark clouds.

Funnily enough, I did think it was a literal storm before entering; oh, what I would have given for it to be a literal storm.

Black, cloaked intruders flew among us, making us divide in the pairs we had been assigned to.

Lupin started casting protegos and hexes to everyone that got too close while I tried to take down as many enemies as possible.

A couple of yelled warnings were heard when both Moody and the real Harry had entered the ambush.

"WATCH OUT!" Tonks screamed, flying past me with Ron at her tail. "REMUS!" She made a signal to her husband "ESCORT!" I got the hint; we were supposed to clear Moody's and Y/n's way so it would confuse our attackers while Tonks and Shacklebolt made sure to get Harry out of there.

"ON MY LEFT!" Lupin shouted over the chaos, changing to my right for me to be by Y/n's side.

"WE'RE FUCKED!" She yelled dropping her flight to dodge an Avada Kedavra.

"WE'LL MANAGE!" I automatically dropped my flight with hers too, which was a bad decision, since we had gotten rid of the protection provided by Lupin, Mad-eye and Bill and Fleur.

Soon enough three death eaters came flying towards us.

"STUPEFY!" another Harry with the voice of Fred passed by us, closely followed by my dad.

"GO BACK UP!" Y/n was quicker than me following my father's instructions; when I did though, I realised the little formation we had going on was gone.

Suddenly, all we could hear were screams; it felt as if someone was missing but I blamed it on everyone flying around like a chicken with its head cut off.

Tonks almost crashed against me on her way down; Ron was nowhere near me, nor Lupin.

We were outnumbered, and instead of moving forward, we were stuck in the grey clouds, trying not to die.

It took me a hot second, a crash against a death eater and a couple of hexes to get to Lupin, and even when I did, it was a hard task to keep track of him.

I had just taken out someone in my way when I caught a glimpse of something my eyes refused to believe.

Snape.

Our bloody professor was trying to kill us.

I felt the need to laugh at the situation.

"GEORGE!" It was Y/n's voice snapping me out of it, although her actions shocked me even more.

Y/n casted a spell on me, pushing my broomstick to the left and consequently making me crash against Lupin and lose balance.

Then something happened, something my mind didn't quite process.

At first it felt like a slap, but the pain stung my side as if someone had sliced me with a blade.

I didn't hear my own cry, nor Lupin's desperate 'help'; I didn't feel his hands struggling to take a firm hold of me, nor my own shakily reaching to my side, searching for an injury I didn't want to find.

A second after that, everything was black.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

As soon as my father and I apparated in the fields of our home, I ran into the house. For some unexplainable reason, it felt as if something wasn't right.

A couple of steps into the house were enough for that 'something' to strike me. George had been laid on the settee, barely conscious; blood was covering the side of his face, neck and left shoulder, making his hair and clothes stick to his skin.

I was left speechless at the sight, my eyes welling up while I dragged my feet towards my twin.

"Mad-Eye is dead." Bill's words, despite sounding far away, made the gears in my head turn.

Lupin was quicker than me, though, "I told you we couldn't trust a Lestrange!"

"Remus! we don't know—" Tonks tried to calm him down, just to be cut off by Bill.

"Mad-Eye and Lestrange traveled between us and" he gestured at our wounded brother, "Remus and George." His jaw twitching let me know that he was desperately trying to stay calm. "Mad-Eye is dead and my brother just lost an ear, who is it if not bloody Lestrange, Dora?"

"Bill..." Fleur held onto her fiance's arm in an attempt to ground him.

"Did you see her disapparating?" Tonks's point was logical and hopeful.

George would have sided with her.

My eyes fixed on my wounded twin again. He was as pale as a corpse now, and the absence of his ear was way more noticeable now that my mother had begun to remove the blood.

George would have sided with Tonks because he wanted to trust Y/n, and he couldn't even speak because of that same reason.

Since everyone was arguing, they missed the flash of someone apparating near the front door.

I didn't.

Before I knew it, I was running outside with my wand in hand, Lupin and Bill following me instantly when they realised what I had just seen.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Y/n's wand flew to my hand even before I could properly see her.

My rushed march came to a halt when I was a couple of feet away from her, making Bill bump into me; she was as pale as George, maybe more.

She took a seemingly calm, deep breath before attempting to walk.

Luckily, I saw the pools of blood on her shirt and stepped to reach her before she could touch the ground.

"Oh my..." Lupin covered his mouth with both his hands and Bill stood frozen at the sight of the girl in my arms. "MOLLY!!" my old professor yelled at the top of his lungs, going as livid as me.

We shouldn't talk on impulse, I told myself, rushing into the kitchen with Y/n in my arms. A series of gasps and regretful whispers broke the silence while I laid her on the dining table.

"Y/n?" George's trembling voice was heartbreaking, and, as my dad forced him to stay on the couch, I prayed the girl in my arms would survive.

"Oh Lord..." My mother muttered, examining her. It wasn't only her shirt stained with blood; her left leg and arm were too. "Oh dear..."

"She took the blow." Lupin ran his hands through his hair, understandably stressed. After a couple of seconds, her turned to my dad and commanded, "Get him up. Quick— go get him up." His eyes stared right into my soul and I dreaded the worst, but still obeyed and helped my dad drag George to the dining table.

I heard Lupin telling Bill something about Sectumsempra, and my heart sunk.

She took the blow.

"No..." George's murmur was close to a cry, but it was enough for Y/n's eyes to snap open.

"George." tears were effortlessly streaming down her cheeks at the sight of him. "You're... A-alive..."

"Please stay" My brother fell on his knees, reaching for Y/n's bloody hand with his own. We all looked away to give them some kind of intimacy, except from my mother, who was still trying to fix the poor girl.

I heard them both whispering sweet nothings with shattered voices until only one of them died out. I looked over to Tonks, whose eyes were gleaming with tears, and then to Lupin.

I couldn't bring myself to look at George.

After a moment of intense sobbing, my dad managed to pull my twin away from the corpse, and we carried him back to the settee.

I stayed with him the night, holding his hand and assuring him it was not his fault, but I knew my words would have little effect on his state; after all, he had been in love with Y/n for years.

All those years he had spent trying to convince all of us that Y/n was a good person, that we should give her a chance; all those years begging our mother to bring her over because she wanted to see our home.

Now her body was lying on our kitchen and I knew none of us would forgive ourselves for misjudging her.

READER'S P. O. V.

"Nervous?" A tall, redheaded kid appeared besides me; I supposed he didn't know my name by the warmth and curiosity with which his eyes stared at me.

"Aren't we all?" I replied with an anxious laugh.

He seemed to think for a moment before nodding. "Fair point, though I'll probably go into Gryffindor." He assured me with a proud smile, causing my head to cast down. "What is it?"

"Oh nothing," I shrugged, aware I would not be able to befriend that sweet boy with warm eyes. "I think I'll be sorted into Slytherin."

"Nonsense!" His intentions had been obviously to reassure me, but when he realised his response only made it worse, he added. "It'd be wicked to have a Slytherin friend, though." My eyes widened at his words; did he just— "I'm George, by the way."

"I'm Y/n."

"That's a very pretty name." Professor Mcgonagall led us into the Great Hall, and before I knew what was happening, George's hand was holding mine. "It'll be fine."

The lighting of the Castle changed once the Great Hall's doors opened; a bright, white light seemed to be coming out of it.

"Wait!" My hand gripped George's before he could leave my side. "Can you hold my hand? I-I'm scared." My voice no longer sounded like a 11 year old.

For some reason I didn't comprehend, my eyes were watery, making the view in front of me blurry.

"Don't be scared, darling." When I turned to George, I didn't see a kid; it was him, in the expensive suit I had seen him mere hours ago. "I'm here."

I just nodded and, swallowing my fear, took a step ahead, and then another one, and another, until I reached the Great Hall.

[tough-chick-in-distress]

There will be one day when Ron, as Cattermole, would whisper, in utter panic, “My wife is down there all in her own” and I will not cry. 

Not a single tear would be given that day.

Today is not that day.

This is the man deemed not good enough for Hermione Granger.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

WOULD YOU PLZ CONTINUE THE PRINCE X PRINCE BOYTOY ONE i love the yearning aaaa it’s so good if the other prince tried killing himself with deadly nightshades and the conqueror found out aaaa it would be soo good , um yeah would you plz continue

part 1, part 2

tw: attempted suicide

Belladonna.

The dumbest idea the protagonist could have ever had.

His schooling had been complex obviously. There had been many subjects he had perfected. Combat was one of them and even the arts were no problem for him.

But gods, his tutors had let him study plants for hours and hours on end. He was trained to tell them apart. If there was one expert on botany in this godforsaken land, then it was him. He was sure none of his enemies had more knowledge of it.

That could be pretty useful for poisonous plants. And even in the enemy’s territory, it was, indeed, the most helpful knowledge he possessed.

Maybe he was desperate. But his plan made sense to him in his mind. If he poisoned himself, the prince would have to let go his friend. Because without the protagonist, his friend had no worth to the prince.

However, when he had swallowed the berries, the thought of his friend’s insignificance pushed him to an entirely other conclusion. The prince would kill them out of spite, exactly because they were useless to the prince without the protagonist.

Panic settled in quickly.

He threw himself against the heavy door and stumbled into one of the grand halls of the condemned castle. He had stolen himself away and reached the alchemical part of this labyrinth of stone walls this afternoon.

No one was guarding these hallow halls today.

But there, in the alchemy room, there he had found the nightshade. There he had made the mistake.

And now he was slowly losing control.

“Please…” he begged but his voice only echoed through the empty hall — no one heard his pleading but he continued to scream. He would be too confused to do anything in a few minutes anyway.

He fell to his knees as the dizziness of the plant’s toxins overwhelmed him. His vision blurred, his head burnt. He knew he would die if there wasn’t an antidote.

And he knew there was only one person in this entire haunted building who had all the antidotes for everything in his own chambers.

Because he was paranoid, because he was obsessed with power and control and he was horrible and cruel and—

His throat dried out like the desert lands he had heard stories of. He was almost sure the shadows dancing in front of him were the nightshade’s typical hallucinations.

But then, one shadow reached out to him and a heavenly cold hand caressed his cheek.

“What in the…” The hand moved to the protagonist’s forehead and then back to his cheeks. “What did you…”

“Night-…shade…please,” the protagonist answered, feeling the muscles in his thigh already twitch uncontrollably.

His vision was anything but clear, he had lost any kind of orientation whatsoever.

“How dare you?!” his rescuer’s voice cracked here and there, drenched in panic and anger.

Who was in front of him, on their knees, was incredibly difficult to tell.

But once that person started to shout at the guards with a wrath and curses so heavy the protagonist thought it made the whole world shake, once that person pulled him into their lap, he had a vague idea of who had found him in the abandoned alchemy wing.

He heard distant footsteps fading — he was alone with the prince.

Suddenly, he was hit with it. He would die in his enemy’s arms right here and right there and that was the last thing he wanted on this earth.

“Don’t let me die,” he rambled. The thought wouldn’t go away.

Before his inner eye, he saw his body being thrown into a nameless grave, a prince who had to fight his whole life, who had lost everyone but one person around him, dying with his head on the thigh of the one person who had taken everything from him.

He grasped onto dear life. He couldn’t die now. He couldn’t die here. With…him by his side.

“Listen,” the prince said smoothly. He didn’t have that panicked tone in his voice anymore — that tone when he had screamed at the guards. “I won’t let you die, I promise. I know you’re confused, I know you’re scared. I’ve been poisoned with nightshades countless times. It’s going to be fine, I promise. They will bring the antidote.”

His hand combed through the protagonist’s hair and he shielded his eyes with his hands from the terrible light the protagonist found so irritating.

“You’re not going to die today. They will be back soon. Just…close your eyes.” The prince planted a single kiss on his forehead and the protagonist thought it to be the most comforting thing in the world. “Rest, my sweet prince.”

The protagonist closed his eyes — he had obeyed the prince’s command.

part 4

[consulsmirror]

You mentioned recently that you’ve done a lot of healing in ffxiv - I wanna get more into tanking so I was wondering, what are some of the main things you see tanks doing wrong?

I'm only recently learning to tank at the behest of my boyfriend but I've healed for him for long enough to know what's good tanking and what's shit tanking. This is more advice than anything else i think

1 - if your healer looks and acts like a cat that's just been dunked in water and is quivering and throwing up everywhere, ask what pull sizes they want or adjust in a manner that gives them (and by proxy both you and the rest of the party) a better experience. examples of this being; they are in on level gear. they are in baby artifact gear. you have just died to a pull that you should have been able to survive.

additionally, if you die and the healer dies and everything has gone to shit please god wait for the healer to get back BEFORE pulling the next pack. THIS APPLIES TO WAR TOO BTW. I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE HEALERS NOW BUT SHAKE IT OFF AND BLOODWHETTING ARE NOT A GOOD SUBSTITUTE FOR A HEALER ALL OF THE TIME.

2- we recently ran into a tank in the 6.2 dungeon who Did Not Mitigate because "[the healer] was doing fine and i wanted to let them shine" NO!!! I Want To DPS I Will Kill You If You Make Me Hardcast Cure II. A healer should be damaging in addition to healing, if you don't do your mitigation rotations and let them do all the work you're only doing half a job and the damage you'll gain from slacking like this isn't worth the goodness that shall be drained from your soul.

3- in situations where you are co-tanking, wait to turn on your stank (tank stance) until the mt has built up enough aggro to avoid fighting for you with aggro (usually its like 30 seconds into the fight if memory serves) if you are fighting for aggro and switch halfway through the fight without it being a proper tank swap (forced by mechs) then it becomes a lot harder to effectively heal whilst maintaining dps output.

4- vuln stacks don't do as much harm to tanks as to the rest of the party but it's still Very Stressful when a tank has 6 of them for No Good Reason. ple ase

5- asked my tank bf (kissing him btw) for some advice and he was like. face enemies north for the most part (AWAY FROM THE PARTY) and move with intention (dont wiggle about too much) or else your meelees with positionals (ninja gets the third part of their meelee combo at level 34 ish which is a positional, its something that should be considered regardless of content that you're running)

6- this might be a crystal thing but in alliance raids B tends to mt feel free to ask in alliance chat if anyone else wants to mt though

7- IF YOU'RE NOT WEARING A FUNNY OR SLUTTY GLAM YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!!! GET THAT PUSSY AND OR COCK OUT. PUT ON THE CHOCOBOBHEAD. people will be more willing to forgive your mistakes if you're just a little guy im deadly serious a funny tank that fucks up more will get more leeway than one who takes themselves too seriously

8- HAVE. A CHAT MACRO FOR YOUR INVULNS. I BEG OF YOU . I NEED TO KNOW WHEN YOU POP LIVING DEAD SO I CAN STOP HEALING YOU. I don't really need to know holmgang but i like knowing when people crank their hogs. I NEED TO KNOW WHEN YOU HALLOWED GROUND SO I CAN DPS. I WILL ALREADY KNOW WHEN YOU SBD BUT BY GOD PLEASE TELL ME WHEN IT ENDS. hallowed ground and holmgang are invulns that you can panic pop without your healer killing you for the most part.

9- there are required tank lbs but people in party tend to yell abt them. a12n, sosex and esn are the ones that come to mind and their timing is also Usually yelled at you by chat. dont be afraid to ask abt it. never be afraid to ask.

the main things i think though are like you set the pace of the dungeon. the bus waits for you because you are the bus. if a healer wants to pull bigger and you're not comfortable with it then don't! I am a healer who enjoys hard and fast pulls and loves danger and loves last minute heals, i would be a dick to impose that on everyone. the worst tanks are those who don't consider the rest of the party, as with every role in this game.

and as with everything else, i havw faith in you and fucking up is entirely normal and expected. you're gonna do great

[mask131]

Deadly fall: The “other” Halloweens

THE “OTHER” HALLOWEENS

Category: Anglo-Saxon and American cultures (plus Christianity)

I talked about Halloween. I talked about its ancestor, Samhain. I talked about All Hallows Day and its “cousin” El Dia de los Muertos.

But there are much more other variations of Halloween and All Saints Day that I haven’t talked about, and that yet are needed to understand the evolution and existence of those holiday: a whole constellation of “other Halloweens” and even “other Samhains”. I’ll try to briefly list them all through this post.

1) All Saints Eve

Everybody knows that “Halloween” stands for “All Hallows’ Eve”. But originally this title went to the Christian celebration of the Eve of All Saints Day. And Halloween, despite its name, has barely anything Christian in it, mostly being a survival of Samhain. So, what is the “actual” All Saints Eve, from a Christian point of view?

All Hallows Eve, or All Saints Eve, is mostly a preparation for the upcoming All Saints Day (All Hallows Day), and thus doesn’t have many “traditions” in itself. The church service is called the Vigil of All Hallows, and is usually coupled with visits to the graveyard (to place candles and flowers, in preparation for All Saints Day). It is a time of praying for the dead, and also a time of fasting to prepare yourself for All Hallows: All Saints Eve is a non-meat day. This custom actually influenced a lot modern Halloween – it was because of the ban on meat imposed by All Hallows Eve that people consumed mostly fruits and vegetables, which led to the prominence of these same fruits and vegetables in Halloween. Most All Saints Eve traditions tend to be local. In Spain, priests have to toll the bell of their churches to remind people of thinking and praying for the dead. In Finland, people speak of the “valomeri” or the “sea of light” because everybody goes lighting up candles in cemeteries. And in Poland the tradition had the living Christians walk through the forest while loudly praying, in order to comfort the unrested or tormented dead.

If we leave Europe and go to America, the land of Halloween, All Saints Eve is… a bit different. Mostly because Christianity in America is mostly Protestant – and for Protestants, All Saints Eve is before all “Reformation Day”, the celebration of the start of the Protestant Reformation by Martin Luther – for a long time it was the habit for Protestant families to dress their kids as biblical characters or important figures of the Reform. Now, Christianity does not often meddle well with Halloween celebrations – especially in America where people are prone to be a more… “extremism” (plus there’s the fact Halloween became such a part of American culture). Some defend the idea that Halloween is just harmless fun for children and that it does not hurt in any way Christian belief ; while others are much more disdainful of this “occultism” and “mysticism” and are usually prone to handing out tracts on Halloween night about the wonders of Christianity. But a VERY American creation born of an attempt at uniting Christianity and Halloween – a “tradition” created by none other than the fundamentalist and evangelical churches (because who else would do such a thing?), is the “Hell Houses”. Imagine a “haunted house attraction”, but done by religious people using, instead of ghosts and monsters, the “horrors” of sin and vice, with the ultimate goal of “scaring into redemption”… It is a really weird and bizarre and VERY American thing, and while some of those houses can be quite ridiculous, others are known to be VERY disturbing, leading to yet again another Halloween scandal (they all come from America) about those Hell Houses that go “too far”. But I’ll let you search these lovely things by yourself.

2) Calan Gaeaf

I talked about Samhain in a previous post, and I tried to insist that while it was a Celtic holiday, indeed, it was mostly focused, localized and practiced by Scotsmen and Irishmen (plus the Isle of Man), not all of the British Isles. And yet there is this idea today that Samhain was practiced in the entirety of the Isles… This is because there is a slight confusion between Samhain and its “siblings”, the “other Samhains”. If Samhain proper was only for the Scots and the Irish, the other part of the Isles had their own festivals equivalent to Samhain. And Calan Gaeaf was “Samhain” for Wales.

Calan Gaeaf was the celebration of the first day of winter, on the 1st of November (in the bi-seasonal system of the Celtic year, autumn was just the first part of winter). It was a harvest festival, that allowed for grand feasts (as both the harvest was gathered, and the livestock was slaughtered for the winter) cooked by the women of the village, and for all sorts of games – usually also tied to the harvest. For example there was the “harvest mare” game: some of the last stalks of corn reaped would be twisted together in the shape of a mare, and the “player” would hide the mare under his clothes, before trying to sneak it back to his home in the village. If he could get the harvest mare to his home without being noticed by any of the women (preparing the feast in the village), he would be rewarded with beer and a place of honor at the feast’s table, while the mare was hung other the hearth. If he failed, he would become the laughingstock of the community.

And just like with “Hallowe’en”, the eve of Calan Gaeaf was known as “Nos Galan Gaeaf” – and was considered a “spirit night” (a Ysbrydnos in Welsh), one of the times of the year when spirits roam the country (and given the Welsh shared the Celtic concept of the Otherworld, we are talking about both the spirits of the dead and supernatural inhuman spirits). On this night, people avoided the places where spirits liked to hang out: crossroads, churchyards, stiles… A bonfire was lit around which children and women danced, and when the flames started to die out they all ran home: for it was said that when the bonfire of Nos Galan Gaeaf was extinguished, a supernatural creature would appear – sometimes simply a bad omen announcing disaster and death, other times an actual threat seeking the devour the souls of the wanderers, or the flesh of the last child to go home. For some this creature was “Hwch Ddu Gwta”, a black sow without tail but with the head of a woman, while for others it was “Y Ladi Wen”, “the white lady”, a female headless ghost. Before leaving, children and women had to place a ring of stones around the fire, with their names written on each stone: in the morning, the stones were checked. If a name-stone was burned by the fire, it meant good luck for the person “owning” the stone, but if a stone was missing it meant the person associated would die within the year.

Similarly to Samhain and Halloween, all sorts of divination games were practiced on Nos Galan Gaeaf. The apple-peel game I described previously was a common practice of the holiday, and so was the “mirror-gazing”: unmarried women had to look into a mirror in a darkened room to see the face of their future husband ; but if a skull appeared, it meant the woman would die within the year. A more traditional Welsh “divination game” was gender-divided: girls had to grow throughout the year a rose in the shape of a hoop, and go through the circle three times before cutting the rose – on Galan Gaeaf’s Eve, they had to place the rose under their pillow to dream of the future. Boys, meanwhile, had to cut ten leaves of ivy during the night, before leaving one behind them and placing the nine remaining under their pillow: not only would they dream of the future, if they touched the ivy they could also have visions of the witches living in the area.

3) Allantide

The “other Samhain” of Cornwall was known as “Kalan Gwav”, which literally meant “the first day of winter”, coupled with “Nos Kalan Gwav”, the Eve of the First Day of Winter, the 31st of October. It later evolved, under Christian influence, into “Allantide”, more well-known as Saint Allan’s Day. Due to overlapping with Allhallowtide, Saint Allan’s Day was also a day of remembering and praying for the dead, with churches of Cornwall ringing their bells to comfort Christian souls that had not yet entered Heaven (purgatory, hauntings, and other “intermediary states”). And just like with the other “Samhains”, divination games were common on this night: throwing walnuts in the fire to predict the fidelity of your partner (see the hazelnut roasting of Samhain), or pouring molten lead into cold water, to see form a shape that would indicate you the profession of your future husband.

Unique to Allantide however, is the tradition of the “Allan apples”. Allan apples are very large and glossy red apples, specially polished for the occasion. Before the day of the saint’s feast, entire markets selling only Allan apples were organized, because the tradition was to offer them to your friends and family, as they were symbols of good luck. Young girls would place these apples under their pillows to dream of their future husbands, while the children who went to bed without obtaining even one Allan apple would only know misfortune. There was even a local game of “catch-the-apple” that went as such: two pieces of wood are nailed together in a cross, the cross is suspended to the ceiling and candles placed at its four ends, and an Allan apple is tied up under the cross. The goal of the game was to catch the apple with your bare teeth – and if you were too slow or not agile enough, the hot wax of the candles would be poured on you.

4) Punkie Night

A last “British” variation of the Samhain/Halloween tradition – this time coming from the “West Country” (a name for a region of South-West England). Punkie Night was held on the last Thursday of October, and during this night children marched around the region with jack-o-lanterns in their hands (Punkie was an Old English word for “lantern”), while singing a song that went! “It’s Punkie Night tonight (X2) / Adam and Eve would not believe / It’s Punkie Night tonight!”. Other times, the children would rather go door to door asking and begging for candles, threatening those who did not gave them anything (a variation of the trick-or-treating). This begging had its own rhymes: “Give me a candle, give me a light / If you don’t, you’ll get a fright!” ; or “Give me a candle, give me a light / If you haven’t a candle, a penny’s all right!”. We also know that people usually placed “punkies” (jack-o-lanterns) in front of their farms, to ward off evil spirits, and that the processions of children would be led by two characters known as the “Punkie King” and “Punkie Queen”.

5) Mischief Night

Originally, Halloween was just the eve of All Hallows Day. But as Halloween became a proper holiday, not just the eve of a feast, it got its own eve. And Halloween Eve is known by different names across America: one of which is Mischief Night. It was called as such because on the 30th of October, people took the habit of doing all sorts of jokes and pranks, even going up to vandalism – not just children, but adults too! It is quite interesting to see that the tradition actually started in old England, but was not immediately associated with Halloween: originally “Mischief Night” was linked to the May Day and to the Green Man. However, as the celebration left the rural areas and reached the cities, Mischief Night was moved to the opposite end of the year: 4th of November, the eve of the Gunpowder Plot celebrations (5th of November). It then slightly shifted to the night before Halloween – and it is at this last date that it reached the USA and Canada.

In England, Mischief Night went by many different names: Micky Night, Trick Night, Corn Night, Tick-Tack Night, Chievous Night, Mischievous Night, Miggy Night, Mizzy Night… And in some areas of Yorkshire, it was even seen as a coming-of-age ceremony for thirteen years old boys. In Northern America, the celebration got several other names, such as “Goosey Night” or “Mat Night”. In Maryland, it became known as “Moving Night” due to the common prank being to steal or switch various furniture and items found on house porches ; it was tied to another common name of the Night in rural areas, “Door Night”, due to rural pranksters often stealing the “doors” of the fences surrounding fields, or the small wooden doors of courtyards. In Northern and Western states of the USA, as well as in Ontario (Canada), the name “Cabbage Night” (or in French “Nuit de Chou”) is also common, due to the vandals usually raiding gardens and farms for cabbages (preferably leftover cabbages or rotting ones), before using them for all sort of mischiefs.

Today, the pranks of Mischief Night mostly include “toilet pappering” yards and buildings (wrapping them in toilet papers), throwing powders or eggs at cars and houses, writing on windows with soap, smashing pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns, spray-painting buildings, or setting up small fireworks – even though the tradition of throwing rotting cabbages or rotting fruits at people still survives in some area. Mischief Night also has a nasty history of arsons, that started in the 80s when people started setting garbage ablaze or creating big fires in cemeteries ; while in the 2010 New-Orleans saw a new form of Mischief Night appear as carnival/Mardi-Gras like parades ending up in vandalism-filled riots.

6) Devil’s Night

Devil’s Night is another American name for “Mischief Night” – one coming originally from Detroit, in Michigan. Mischief Night arrived to Detroit between the 1930s and the 1940s, and began with simple pranks and “mild vandalism”. Egging and soaping, waxing windows and doors, toilet-papering trees and shrubs, throwing rotten vegetables at people, leaving flaming bags of dog poop on doorsteps)… “Mischievous crimes” and “petty crimes”, so to speak. But throughout the 60s and up to the 70s, the violence and danger of these pranks escalated. We were talking about serious vandalism and arsons. And as the decades went by, the destruction and frenzy of the night worsened: 800 fires in the city in 1984, and just as much if not more in the following years. “Mischief Night” became “Devil Night”. By the 1990s, it got so big that the authority and people of the city decided it had to be put to a stop: this was the creation of “Angel Night” in 1995. Angel Night was the gathering of several thousands of volunteers (up to 50 000 in the first Angel Nights) to patrol the neighborhoods at night to keep order, communicating with the authorities via radios or cellular phones, and attaching amber beacons to their vehicles to make the vandals known what their purpose was. Angel Night was such a big mobilization that by the 2000s a significant drop was noticed in arsons and vandalisms. At the beginning of the 2010s, there were 169 fires (which already was a drop compared to previous years). By the mid-2010s, only fifty or so fires were counted. By the end of the 2010s, only four or five fires. It is widely believed that soon, “Devil’s Night” will be truly dead, and just a cultural memory.

[ladyorlandodream]

Lady Dimitrescu-tag FanFiction List PART 5

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871) Another Story DLC (Chapters in progress)

872) Oh, To Be The Lady's (Chapters in progress)

873) Rust (Chapters in progress)

874) Serendipity (Chapters in progress)

875) Mechanical Hearts (Chapters in progress)

876) Bela’s Pet (Chapters in progress)

877) The day the earth stood still (Chapters, Completed)

878) Parasite: Karl Heisenberg x Oc (Chapters, Completed)

879) A Life Of Peace (Chapters in progress)

880) Obscenum (short story)

881) I can't believe I am stuck with y'all (short story)

882) Oneshots and Headcanons For RE8 (Chapters in progress)

883) Countenance (Chapters in progress)

884) Drain You|(mostly) Gay Resident Evil Oneshots (Chapters in progress)

885) Payback (short story)

886) The Devil In I (Chapters in progress)

887) Maiden's Cum (short story)

888) A Jewel To Be Won (Chapters in progress)

889) The Fugitive (Finding Home)

890) Resident Evil Village: A Different Path (Chapters in progress)

891) to be body and nothing else (short story)

892) connoisseur of comfort (Chapters, Completed)

893) A Great and Terrible Beauty (short story)

894) In League with Dragons (Chapters in progress)

895) Helpless (short story)

896) The Dragon’s Den (Chapters, Completed)

897) I Don't Wanna Go (short story)

898) Ladies of the Night (short story)

899) The Dimitrescu Line (Chapters in progress)

900) Devotion By Choice (Chapters in progress)

901) Lady Dimitrescu captured by Umbrella (short story)

902) Roses and Thorns (Chapters in progress)

903) For the Lords (Chapters in progress)

904) A Meeting in Snow (Chapters in progress)

905) a lesser woman (Chapters in progress)

906) Wings (short story)

907) Fools in Love (short story)

908) For All Eternity (Chapters, Completed)

909) Safe Now (short story)

910) Resident Evil: Village Incorrect Quotes Resident Evil: Village Incorrect Quotes

911) Flesh and Blood (Chapters Completed)

912) Past Memories, New Body (Chapters Completed)

913) The Safe Room (short story)

914) ... (Karl Heisenberg x Reader/OC) (Chapters in progress)

915) Something Other Than Shame (Chapters in progress)

916) Protector of the Home (short story)

917) A Spark of Redemption (Chapters in progress)

918) Karl Heisenberg x OC (Chapters in progress)

919) The Killing Cure(Chapters in progress)

920) Soliloquy (short story)

921) Souls of Iron (Chapters in progress)

922) Her Pet (short story)

923) call me by your lover (Chapters Completed)

924) Living in My Demise (Chapters in progress)

925) Metal Gun and Love (Chapters Completed)

926) With a voice like that, there is no need for choirs (short story)

927) Astraphobia (short story)

928) Babysitter (short story)

929) Iron Heart ➢ Karl Heisenberg x FEM!reader (Chapters in progress)

930) Shared Nightmare (an OC / Resident Evil: Village fanfic) (Chapters in progress)

931) I'll Always Come Back (short story)

932) Impossible Tasks (Chapters in progress)

933) What Mothers Do (short story)

934) From Desperation Blooms Life (Chapters in progress)

935) Forbidden Desires (Chapters in progress)

936) Requests for the Dimitrescu! (short story)

937) His Doll (Chapters in progress)

938) Only the hallowed wade in ponds of azure (short story)

939) Stay a night.. (Chapters in progress)

940) Sleeping Beauty (Chapters in progress)

941) Peace through Superior Firepower (Chapters Completed)

942) Like A Lamb to the Slaughter (Chapters in progress)

943) Snugglebugs (short story)

944) Lost Descendant (Chapters in progress)

945) The Countess and the Lord (short story)

946) Better Yourself (short story)

947) A Herculean Effort (or two) (Chapters in progress)

948) before blood and water, there was only thirst (Chapters in progress)

949) Resident Evil Imagines (Chapters in progress)

950) Charade (Chapters in progress)

951) 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬. (short story)

952) Life at castle Dimitrescu (short story)

953) Peaches & Roses (Chapters in progress)

954) The Price We Must Pay (Chapters Completed)

955) Ivory Keys, Ivory Buttons (Chapters Completed)

956) Helping Bela dye her hair (short story)

957) A starter guide on how to be your teacher's favorite student (short story)

958) Her Most Precious Treasure (short story)

959) Hazbin Hotel x Helluva Boss x Resident Evil Cast (Main Games) (Chapters Completed)

960) Chrysanthemums and Amaranths (short story)

961) Belas Fear (Chapters Completed)

962) The Storm That Started It All (Chapters in progress)

963) Door #2 (Chapters in progress)

964) Kiss my knuckles and beg me to hurt you (short story)

965) And then there were five (Chapters Completed)

966) Delicate (Chapters in progress)

967) In The Dead Of Winter (Chapters in progress)

968) Numb (Chapters in progress)

969) bow and arrow (short story)

970) A Tear in the Timeline: What If? (Chapters in progress)

971) The Cure to Poison (Chapters in progress)

972) Firestarter (Chapters in progress)

973) Always and Forever (Chapters in progress)

974) Daughter Dearest (Chapters in progress)

975) Always and forever One-shots (Chapters in progress)

976) Tangled in Red {HIATUS} (Chapters in progress)

977) Plaything (Chapters in progress)

978) Held It In (Chapters Completed)

979) The Wolf and the Iron Steed (Chapters in progress)

980) Village of Secrets (Chapters in progress)

981) Is this an Adventure or a Horror? (Chapters in progress)

982) The Blood Stained Snow at the Bottom of the Hill (Chapters in progress)

983) Calamity (Andrea) (Chapters in progress)

984) Ophelia (short story)

985) Forging the Way Forward (Chapters in progress)

986) Go Gently (short story)

987) Innocent mistakes (short story)

988) Sânge Primordial (Chapters in progress)

989) Ignoring Canon: Poor Hobo Mechanic (Chapters in progress)

990) Agreeing at a price (short story)

991) Tainted (Chapters in progress)

992) The Legend of Zelda: Trope Wars (Chapters in progress)

993) Oh My God, You're Chris Redfield (Chapters in progress)

994) Blood Hydrangea (Chapters in progress)

995) Listen to me countess (Chapters in progress)

996) I Push, You Pull (short story)

997) Reincarnation (Chapters in progress)

998) The Long Mile (Chapters in progress)

999) Brought to Light (short story)

1000) to love and to lose (Chapters Completed) 1001) Two Shorten the Road (Chapters in progress)

1002) Wonderland (Chapters in progress)

1003) Village of Shadows (Chapters in progress)

1004) Family Pet (Chapters in progress)

1005) Deadly Nightshade (Chapters in progress)

1006) Heavy Metal Lover (Chapters in progress)

1007) What Could Have Been (Chapters in progress)

1008) Maybe...? (short story)

1009) room for growth

1010) Never They Will Not (Chapters Completed)

1011) When the Gears Start Clicking (Chapters Completed)

1012) The Four Families (Chapters in progress)

1013) Fine Things (Chapters in progress)

1014) Oneshots (Chapters in progress)

1015) A Honey Soaked Lullaby (short story)

1016) The Pet and the Pendulum (Chapters Completed)

1017) The Heisenberg Option (Chapters in progress)

1018) Lady Dimitrescu Isn't That Bad If You Ignore That She Tried To Kill Me! (short story)

1019) She Lit A Fire (Chapters Completed)

1020) Remove Your Hat! (short story)

1021) Reset (short story)

1022) Steel and Ash (short story)

1023) Stranger in a Strange Land (Chapters in progress)

1024) The Lady's Wife (Chapters in progress)

1025) The many joys of a broken life (Chapters in progress)

1026) The Lord of House Zamfir (Chapters in progress)

1027) The Morning After (short story)

1028) the coffee maker (short story)

1029) SUBJECT 06 (Chapters in progress)

1030) Defective (short story)

1031) “ Happy Birthday! ” (short story)

1032) Anything for You (Chapters Completed)

1033) the flowers are dead, fruit doesn’t taste the same (short story)

1034) A New Home (short story)

1035) Criminal (Karl Heisenberg x Original Character)

1036) Living with man-eaters (Dimitrescu and daughters x male reader) (Chapters in progress)

1037) What If We Had The Choice? (short story)

1038) Mrs. Crocodile (short story)

1039) Step On Me Tall Lady (short story)

1040) Drinking Pal (short story)

1041) The Deal We Made (ReaderXHeisenberg) (Chapters in progress)

1042) Nimble Fingers (short story)

1043) One day, the flower shall bloom (Chapters in progress)

1044) Multi-Verse Crack-shots (Chapters in progress)

1045) Family Matters (Chapters in progress)

1046) Pretty Little Thing (short story)

1047) Sweet Sacrilege (Chapters Completed)

1048) Self Indulgence (Chapters in progress)

1049) Deeper Roots (Chapters in progress)

1050) Karl Heisenberg: Five Star Fuckup (Chapters in progress)

1051) The Crows (Chapters in progress)

1052) The Apprentice (Chapters in progress)

1053) Lycanthropy (Chapters in progress)

1054) That was a Choice... (Chapters in progress)

1055) Already Dripping For Me, Pet? (Chapters in progress)

1056) Oh Heathens, Mine (short story)

1057) Black song, white scales (short story)

1058) Seal Lullaby (short story)

1059) The Iron Briar (Chapters in progress)

1060) A maiden's tale (short story)

1061) Terroir (short story)

1062) In the Face of Evil: A Resident Evil Village AU (Chapters in progress)

1063) Jedem das Seine (short story)

1064) Eye of the beholder (Chapters in progress)

1065) Together (Chapters in progress)

1066) BelaDonna Collection [HIATUS] (Chapters in progress)

1067) Ghost Love Score (short story)

1068) Poison & Rust (Chapters in progress)

1069) Acceptance (Chapters Completed)

1070) simple favours (short story)

1071) Red Fish, Blue Fish (Chapters in progress)

1072) The Snowfall Conundrum (Chapters in progress)

1073) Dinner for Two (short story)

1074) Make Me Holy (short story)

1075) A midsummers night monster (Chapters in progress)

1076) Don’t post this without a title- me (Chapters in progress)

1077) The Fisherman's Daughter (Chapters in progress)

1078) The Monsters We Find (Chapters in progress)

1079) Social Engineering (Chapters in progress)

1080) Look After Them (And Try Not to Make too Much of a Mess) (short story)

1081) Hearts of Stone (short story)

1082) The Iron Alpha (Chapters Completed)

1083) An Act of Kindness (Chapters Completed)

1084) Pursuit Of A Maiden's Heart (Chapters in progress)

1085) Iubirea Lui Pierdută | Karl Heisenberg (Chapters in progress)

1086) Venomous Cure (short story)

1087) Karl Heisenberg x m!reader oneshots (Chapters in progress)

1088) Eat of Me, Drink of Me (short story)

1089) Bittersweet (short story)

1090) Worst holiday ever...unless? (Chapters in progress)

1091) New in town (Chapters in progress)

1092) The Steel Omega (Chapters Completed)

1093) Psychic Attraction (Chapters in progress)

1094) Start Running (Chapters in progress)

1095) Рухлядь (short story)

1096) Blood War Rebellion (Chapters in progress)

1097) Rewarding Myself (Chapters Completed)

1098) can you feel my heart? (Chapters Completed)

1099) An evening in the castle (short story)

1100) Carrion Eating and Other Such Transgressions (Chapters in progress)

[ggukkieland]

📕CURRENT READS (2020 October)

🌹 Fics I’ve enjoyed reading this October, with some few unread ones (still have 4 to 5 days to finish!). Waah I have read a lot 😲 I can’t believe I’m almost complete with this list 🥳. Usually when I post and organize the list, half of it are still on #toread status. I thought of curating Halloween-themed fics 🎃 but I ended up reading any genre anyway😁.

Again, credit goes to these awesome writers! Sending them lots of love and virtual hugs 🥰🤗💜🥰🤗💜🥰🤗 .

✅ -  done reading   | S (smut) F (fluff) A (angst) 

🥕[Ongoing Series - to check weekly] 

Still reading the ongoing series from last month’s reading list, whenever there is an update 😊

I Feel You in my Heart by @purpletaecup - MYG |  exes au, second chances, some chapters have smau elements | A, S, F (really good story development 😭)

[7/?] nearly 2 months after their divorce, yoongi and y/n wade through the aftermath of the fallout by themselves. yoongi is moving on with someone else while y/n finds herself stuck in waves of anxiety and depression. soon enough, they are brought together again by an unfortunate accident

If it Harms None, Do What You Will by purpletaecup - JJK | smau, comedy, supernatural au, fantasy au, witch!reader, demon!jungkook | F, S  🎃

[6/?] it’s the beginning of October and green witch y/n has been preparing for all of the spooky activities she needs to do for all hallow’s eve. one of her older friends gives her a ritual candle for protection. a couple of drops of blood and a wonky magic circle later, there is a high level demon sitting on the floor of her living room.

We Live with a Ghost by @smaubts - JJK | smau, comedy, ghost au, roommates au | F  🎃

[6/13] when jungkook convinces his roommate, y/n, that their house is haunted by an evil ghost, they decide their best option is to contact with it and make it leave but end up summoning an actual ghost by accident.

Swan Black by CharWrites [AO3] - JJK | fantasy, supernatural, enemies to lovers, dark fantasy, apocalypse, Fae!Jungkook, Fae!Yoongi, Fae!Taehyung,  LOTR/Mortal Instruments/Labyrinth vibes | A, S (I love this! It’s like watching LOTR 😍)  🎃

[10/?] So's twin brother, Jimin, has been kissed by darkness: an evil that has spread across the land and has claimed many souls. They only have weeks until the darkness consumes him. Once consumed, he will be governed by the unsullied: a powerful race of Dark Fae that has overtaken the world.

So seeks out a rogue Fae Prince, Kook, who is her only hope, if she can survive his deadly charms and irresistible lure especially when he is much more interested in possessing her, mind body and soul.

Third Wheeling by @taetaewonderland - MYG |  strangers to lovers au, ceo!yoongi | A, F, S 🥰

[1/?] Min Yoongi is a strict man. Time is money to the CEO of Kisung Connected. He isn’t interested in conventional things or wastes of time. He’s an asshole. But, you didn’t realize until it was too late. Until you met him at the club and it changed your life forever.  

Bad Friends by @hollyxqx- MYG | friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, neighbor au, college au, fwb au | A, S, F (what a good angst 😥)

[1/3] hooking up with your childhood best friend was never your plan, but neither was falling in love with him either. he’s troubled but his heart is gold. when you move away for college, things start to take a turn.

House of Lilies by @suqakoo​ - JJK | mafia au, arranged marriage au | A, F, S

[3/?] Jeon Jungkook is the only heir to Dal Gurimja. He is the poster child for mafia bosses. He’s a feared hit-man among the underground world, and a successful CEO among the socialites of Seoul. Pair him with a castaway girl who’s been out of society for twelve years, and… what do you get?

Your Eyes Tell  by @njkbangtan - JJK | soulmate au, enemies to lovers au, roommates au, sugar baby (but not really), slow burn | A, F

[5/?] You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?  

I hate u, I love u by @bbangpanmen - JJK | fwb au, friends to lovers au, smau | A

[17/23] he uses you to forget her; you let him because you love him.

Puzzle by @kimvvantae - JJK | fwb au, friends to lovers au, college au | A, S, F (I’ve read this before, around 2018-19 and I thought it was discontinued. Glad there’s an update ^_^)

[7/?] the line between friendship and something more has never been crossed  - but that changes after a break up and a drunken night, when you not-so-accidentally cross this line to something much more. what happens when after this accident your non-matching puzzle pieces seem to match in a way you’ve never imagined?

The Lesson/Min Boy by @adventuresinwonderlust - MYG | bad boy!yoongi, dom-sub elements, enemies to lovers, brat!reader | S, A, F

[6/8] No summary provided but it’s the twisted story between bad boy Yoongi with angsty backstory and this brat/rich kid. I really liked how it was written though.  I made a mistake of reading part 4:  Two Months Too Long, which should’ve been the 6th story to read if you follow the author’s sequence. 

Popular-ish by @hansolmates - JJK | popular!jungkook, college au, fwb to lovers, shy!oc | F, S, A

[9/?] drabble series: you are way out of jungkook’s league. Or is it the other way around?

Date Me by @latetaektalk - JJK | enemies to lovers, fake dating au, rich kid au | A, F,

[prologue + 1/?] when obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.

All Over You by @zibermuda - JJK | enemies to lovers, nerd!jk, fuckgirl!reader | S, F 

[2/?] you don’t usually go for the quiet, nerdy type, but Jungkook’s by far the best looking guy in your year. You just can’t help yourself. You have to have him. Small hiccup; he hates you

Effortlessly by @gyukult - JJK | friends to lovers, neighbors au, 

[8/?] “Reciprocate feelings?” Jungkook crosses his arms before he continues, “They should know that you’re the only girl in my life.“ Jungkook has been your best friend and neighbor since you could remember, but what you can’t recall is when your feelings began develop for him. 

HEI$T: A JJK Fic by lucidly [AO3] - JJK | heist au, action, bangtan are thieves, vigilante au | A, S

[3/?] Six years after being thrown into the world of forgery, espionage, and heists, Mona and her team face competition like never before: The Bulletproof Boy Scouts, a fabled Korean gang of thieves that everybody seems to know, but no one has seen. When she comes face to face with all 7 of them, Mona knows: they're real, and this job won't be like the others. For years she has followed the money, but could it be time that she follow her heart instead?

🥕[Completed AUs/Series-  to read]

✅  - done reading (also there seems to be a lot of JJK fics)

Creep @xjoonchildx - MYG | S, pwp, yandere ✅

Guilty @xjoonchildx - KNJ | A, S, mafia au, second part of Guarded AU (an awesome JHS series) 

Chapter One: How Odd  Chapter Two: Incheon Mall Tube Tops  Final Chapter: Is Something Burning?  Epilogue: Better Than Okay

Paddle with Me @yoongs-jeontae - JJK | A, S, enemies to lovers, camp counselor au, pwp   ✅

Hate Me @themfchase - JJK | S, collegel!au, enemies to lovers au, fuckboy!jk, pwp  ✅

Devil in a Blue Suit @yeojaa - JJK | F, S, idiots to lovers, established au, good boy!jungkook  

main story  ✅ + drabbles  ✅

Sweetest Crush @minjoonalist - JHS | F, S, brother’s best friend au 

Fake Love @aquaminwrites - JHS | F, S, A, fake dating au, enemies to lovers  ✅

Faded Love @jamaisjoons - PJM | A, S, marriage au, infidelity ✅

Brown-Eyed Baby @vinterjeon - JJK | A, S, F, exes to lovers, single dad!jk 

01 02  ✅

Why We Got Married @ktheist - KTH | F, S, arranged marriage au, slow burn ✅

Lonely Hearts Club @dovechim - JJK | S, F, enemies to lovers, wedding au  ✅

Come to Me @jeonsweetpea - JJK | S, A, F ,friends to lovers, college au  ✅

Satan on the Strip @noir0neko - JJK | S, A, demon!jungkook  ✅  🎃

No Face @seokoloqy - MYG | A, S, F, demon au, supernatural au  ✅  🎃

Take a Chance @crystaljins - JJK | A, Hanahaki au, co-workers, very angsty but Seokjin provides comic relief

01 02 03 04 05 06 07  ✅

The Lottery Offering @skswriting - JJK | A, F, S, werewolf au, sort-of arranged marriage au  ✅

A Beautiful Epiphany @onherwings - JJK | A, S, F, friends to lovers, unrequited love, artist!jungkook  ✅

Au Naturel (sequel) - drabble, established au  ✅

Broken Dreams @ddaenysus - JJK | A, soulmate au, unrequited  ✅

And Mended Hearts (sequel) - A, S, soulmate au, college au   ✅

Coin Toss @yoondoze - JJK | A, mafia au, detective au, exes au, plot twist 👀  ✅

I Knew It Was You @hoseokmylovesworld - JJK | S, F, werewolf au, college au  ✅ 🎃

Little Blue @pars-ley - JJK | F, S, friends to lovers, college au, with TW   ✅

Little Blue Pill @dreamescapeswriting  - JJK | S, pwp, friends to lovers ✅ 

Smitten @megahwn - JJK | F, S, arranged marriage au, strangers to lovers au   ✅

Hit Me with Your Best Shot @namfine - JJK | S, pwp, martial arts, friends to lovers  ✅

Slow and Steady @yoonia - JJK | S, A, artist!jungkook, infidelity, established au   ✅

Cockblocked @mercurygguk - JJK | A, S, F, friends to lovers, roommates au  ✅

 everything I ever wanted (drabble) - morning after  ✅

What are you Afraid Of? @cupofteaguk - JJK | F, avatar the last bender au 

Part 2 (prompt: if you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed) - avatar au, F, S

demon-etized @jungkxook - KNJ | S, youtube au, ghost hunter au  🎃

Spellbound @jeonseok - JJK |  F, slight S, demon au, crack, romcom  ✅ 🎃

Raising Demons (sequel) - fluffy, smut, established au, crack  ✅ 🎃

What’s in a Name? @minsimagines - JJK | A, F, demon au, soul selling scenario, romance  

01 02 03 ✅  🎃

The Big Yellow School Bus  [15k] fringesofsanity [AO3] - JJK | S, A, F, noona, fwb au  ✅

once bitten, twice shy [5.6k] obiwrites [AO3] - JJK | A, F, implied S, exes au, parents au   ✅

Lose Somebody [26k] @kooala - JJK | A, F, slight S, exes au, camping au  ✅

Oh What a World [100k] @taestybae - PJM | A, S, F, fake marriage au, fallen idol au (been wanting to read this since July (!), will finally get to reading this 🥰)

series masterlist [18 chapters + epilogue]

🥕[Drabbles]

okay I just realized they’re all JJK drabbles 😅

Incandesce @eunoiabliss - 544 words | JJK | fantasy au, fluff  ✅

Forgetful Confession  @suhdays - 991 words | JJK |  fluff, slight angst, college au, friends to ???  ✅

Club @taleasnewastime - 2k | JJK | fluff, bestfriends  ✅

JJK Reincarnation drabble @ktheist - 571 words | JJK | F, reincarnation (?) | love love this 🥰  ✅

Pup @whipped-for-kpop-fics​ - 1.5k | JJK | F, humour, werewolf au, established au | this is cute and funny 🤣  ✅

A Line Crossed @underthejoon - 723 words | JJK | A, bodyguard au ✅

Rousing Rendezvous @rookiegukie - 1.5k | JJK |  smut, frenemies with benefits, modern royalty au  ✅

[mari-lair]

Norray halloween week Day 1: Ghosts!

If curious, below are some random info about this Teacher/ghost AU

Ray got a gun and he can use it. The ghost gun isn’t able to touch, much less physically hurt anyone, but it replicate the sound of a real gun, which contributed a lot to how low priced his haunted house rent has become. It nearly gave Norman a heart attack the first time he heard it.

After being dead for a while, Ray learned how to turn visible and invisible at will and play around small objects such as paper, shoes and butcher knives. He can control up to 4 small objects at a time or something relativaly heavy like a chair if he really concentrate. The more he got the hang of controling and moving small objects the lower his house rent become, rarely getting aggressive but still able to physically hurt people. On All Hallows Eve he can posses people’s bodies and get out of the house he haunts, but he always ends up back to his empty ‘home’ when the night is over.

Ray is an incredibly fast learner. Just by observing the people that visits his house, he learned a decent amount of modern english and understand the basics of how tecnology is a  thing now -he wished this advanced tecnology was invented when he was alive. It would make the of lack of food and nutrients less of a deadly nightmare in open sea.

As a pirate, Ray used to be the one in charge of doing most of the bloody work and take the night watch, protecting his captain’s back from both outside and inside forces. He was constantly alert, borderline paranoic. But as the years in death passed, he grew more calm, very patient. He usually don’t mind new people in his house, happy to learn more modern english and befriend the guests willing to tolerate him. If a new guest cross a line however,  Ray will do his best to scare them away. Hurt them or kill them by manipulating knives if he sees fit.

It’s very rare for adults to see Ray as anything other than a nonsense they have no energy to deal with or a warning sign for their crumbling lives, so he usually hang around kids. The childish company mellows him with time.

Ray is from a time where death was common and getting hurt was inevitable so what people consider pretty serious is something Ray considers mild “Why are you being so dramatic about seeing some bone? Be grateful your hand is still attached to your wrist after you slaped your daughter. If it wasn’t for her wishes you wouldn’t have legs to run away.”

Norman is considered a genius and have countless prizes under his belt. He wanted to go to the moon when he was a kid but because of his weak health, he knew he would not be acepted in the space program. He decided teaching was the next best thing later on, accepted as a teacher in a prestigious school while still young. He enjoys and understand all subjects but love history the most, unable to deny it was hard and frustrating to teach a whole class of teens at times but still liking his job. Having one student that was genuinaly interested in his class was more than enough to make his day.

When Norman first started teaching, he felt more responsable than he had his whole life. It wasn’t a bad feeling per see, but it made him anxious so he called his little sister Cherry once a week to ask her questions about her teachers and make sure he was doing a good job.

Norman may not be the funniest of teacher but he’s still a favorite for his palpable cares for his students. He does not make the subject easier than is requested but he put a lot of effort into making people enjoy their world history, teaching with passion and seriously answering any questions, no matter how silly or joking it sounds. He’s understanding and try his best to help those with dificulty with the subject, always giving people second chances, having lost countless nights of sleep correcting re-writen essays after deadlines and turning his test questions into podcasts for students with adhd, aware the big historical excerpts are fundamental for answering the test but too hard to focus, specially with limited time.

The lambda crew are problem children. Norman went the extra mile to save Barbara and Zazie from failing classes even outside history and left Vincent startruck with his wide knowladge about not only world history but a ton of subjects he could be teaching too if he wasn’t overworking himself. Norman is both happy to inspire the squad to study hard and also very awkward by their blind admiration.

The teacher had a firm “ghost don’t exist”  mentality, which is one of the reasons he brought the haunted house in the first place. He had chalked Ray up as an halucination from his sleep deprived brain, having the rotten luck of buying the house right after a bad guest owned. The ghost got more annoyed than usual from things as insignificant as Norman keeping the lights on for too long, putting music Ray doesn’t vibe with, or just acting unfairly cute, to more personal matters such as Norman studying about Ray and his family lives. They used to have a distant and bad relationship but once Ray noticed Norman had only admiration for history, being genuinaly kind when trying to talk instead of mocking his existence, Ray apologised. Norman was still wary at first but they quickly hit off, enjoying to learn what the other had to offer and matching in wits.

When Norman catch a fever or a bad cold Ray gets wary. He know, on some level, that medicine have evolved a lot, but he remenbers way too clearly how serious even the weakest of diseases could get if not imediatly treated.  He always stick by Norman’s side when the teacher sneezes, not taking his eyes off him. Usually Norman keep working when he catch a cold, so Ray learned to float Norman’s grading papers out of his reach when coughing joined his sneezes. Floating a paper is enough to get Norman to take a break most of the time, but if the get stubborn Ray will stop playing nice. Just lower his voice to comander mode and order “Rest. Now. Or I’ll make your life a living hell.” and Norman does what he’s told, it’s very unconfortable to have a gun in the face and he does feel very tired.

When Norman is seriously sick, not just coughing but stuck to his bed. Ray freak out and fear for his life. When it reached this level, most of his crewmates died or had to be thrown in the sea to not infect other. Yes Ray know it’s not as bad anymore, but even when he observed guests, they rarely got sick, and when it got bad they where taken to a doctor. Norman lives alone so he got no one to feed him and bring him blankets or take him to the doctor if he lies for hours in bed. Ray was all the help he would get and he is fucking dead, he can’t measure his temperature or take care of him properly. Ray does tries his best though. He concentrated a lot to float heavy blankets and pillows towards Norman. Imediatly fetching any pills asked of him and doing his best to make him tea. It isn’t tasty, but Norman still appreciates his care.

Ray is the first to fall in love, he think “If only I could  kiss this fool and hug him, I would do it on the daily. I wish he was alive back then... He would love meeting Emma...” at least once a week but a big part of him is just “Forget scurvy! Norman would die of cold or malnutricion before he reached 10. Thank god the helpless bastard took his sweet time to be born.”

Ray cannot touch any eletronics, he can’t even come close without phones, computers, and tvs turning to statics, so Norman buys an illustrated book about the Red Mane Pirates for Ray to see his crew again. He know is not perfect but is the best he can offer whenever Ray expresses missing his family.

They read together. Norman occasionally teaching a new word to his ghost and Ray correcting any historical inacuracy. It’s fun.

Norman finds an illustration of an alive Ray sleeping in the mast waaay too beautiful. Ray snort at the romantized draw, disolving into laughter by how Norman failed to hide his blush.

It became a habit to read history books together and tease each other. More often then not, it lead to a history class and way to much sass on both ends.

“Wait, so there really was a world war? I heard about it from old guests but I thought they were exagerating when they called world war! And what do you mean 2? There was a second one??”

“How did miss the second one? It was HUGE, quite horribl-”

“You were not even alive when it happened.”                                        

“Tecnically, you weren’t either Ray-” 

Ray is a bit scared of how attached he got to Norman, knowing eventually the man would die. He hopes it will take a long time, and that once he had a painless death, he will become a ghost too, but he doesn’t really believe Norman will ever turn into a ghost. Ray knows not everyone that dies became a ghost. Since someone as compassionable as Emma -even if she was forced to have blood and dirty choises on her hand to survive the merciless seas- was not cursed to became a ghost, he was confident someone as kind as Norman would dissapear from Ray’s afterlife once he died too.

More of this AU here

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And since you reached the end of this text wall. You can have this bonus Norman being awkward/excited about their growing friendship.

[vajranam]

Take 100% Responsibility For Your Life

I make prostration to the Three Rare Supreme Gems. “The Throwing Star Weapon Striking the Vital Point of the Foe.” I make prostration to forceful Yamantaka.

(1) In the case of peacocks strutting in jungles of poisonous plants, although medicine gardens have been finely decked out, the masses of peacocks don’t find (them) enjoyable. Rather, peacocks thrive on the nutriment of poisonous plants. Similarly,

(2) In the case of brave (bodhisattvas) engaging themselves in the jungles of recurring samsara, although glorious gardens of delights and pleasures have been decked out, the brave ones are never attracted. Rather, the brave-hearted thrive in the jungles of suffering.

(3) Thus, it’s the case that, despite our gladly taking on delights and pleasures, we bring sufferings (onto ourselves) through the power of our cowardice. But those brave-hearted ones take sufferings on gladly, and always are blissful through the power of their bravery.

(4) Now here, longing desire is like the poisonous plant jungles. Brave ones, like peacocks, can take it under their control, whereas to the lives of cowards, it would be deadly, similar to the case of crows. How could those with selfish desires take this poison under their control?

(5) And if they similarly tried to apply (this method) to the other disturbing emotions, it would take the life of their liberation, (also) similar to the case of crows.

(6) Thus, it’s the case that brave-hearted (bodhisattvas), like peacocks, transform into a nutriment the disturbing emotions – which are like the jungles of poison – and (thereby) engage themselves in the jungles of recurring samsara. In having gladly taken it on themselves, they’re able to destroy this poison.

(7) So now, while we’re circling (in samara) without control, we must cast away our selfish desires, our desires for pleasures, our delights – these messengers of the demon of grasping at a “true self” – and gladly take on, for the purposes of others, what’s difficult to do.

(8) We must pile on top of (this) “true self” that has desires for pleasures the sufferings appropriate to each of the nine kinds of beings, due to the push from their karmic impulses and their habituation to disturbing emotions.

(9) At times if we’ve come under the enthrallment of our selfish desires, we must turn from them and give our own pleasures and happiness to wandering beings; just as, at times, if wrongs befall us from our circle, we need to compose our hearts with a sense of contentment, feeling, “(This is) in return for having been distracted about my ‘true self.’”

(10) At times when unbearable sicknesses befall our bodies, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having inflicted harms to the bodies of wandering beings. Now, let’s take on ourselves (all their) sicknesses, barring none.

(11) At times when sufferings befall our minds, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having deeply disturbed the mind-streams of others. Now, let’s take on ourselves (all their) sufferings, barring none.

(12) When we ourselves are tormented by terrible hunger and thirst, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having taxed, plundered, stolen, and acted miserly (toward others). Now, let’s take on ourselves (all their) hunger and thirst, barring none.

(13) At times when, powerless, we’re enslaved by others and are maltreated, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having been hostile toward the lowly and exploited them as servants. Now, let’s use our bodies and lives for the service of others.

(14) When only nasty words befall our ears, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from our misdeeds of speech, such as slander and the like. Now, let’s discredit all faults in our speech.

(15) When we’re born in lands that are completely impure, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having always been habituated to (seeing) appearances as impure. Now, let’s habituate ourselves to (seeing) appearances exclusively as pure.

(16) At times when we’re parted from helpful and loving friends, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having lured away to ourselves those in the circles of others. Now, let’s never cause (anyone) to withdraw from the circles of others.

(17) When all hallowed ones are displeased with us, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having forsaken the hallowed ones and entrusted ourselves to bad circles. Now, let’s rid ourselves of bad friends.

(18) At times when others (falsely) accuse us of the wrongs of having done or of having not done something, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from ourselves having denigrated the hallowed ones. Now, let’s not denigrate others (falsely) for having done or for having not done something.

(19) At times when our material goods of necessity fall apart, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having considered of no value the necessities of others. Now, let’s help them acquire their necessities of life.

(20) At times when our minds are unclear and our hearts are unhappy, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having caused other people to build up negative force. Now, let’s give up (providing) conditions for others’ negative karmic force.

(21) At times when we’re frustrated from the depths of our minds that our works are never accomplished, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having caused interference to the hallowed ones’ deeds. Now, let’s rid ourselves of all our interference-making.

(22) At times when no matter how we’ve acted, it never pleases our gurus, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having acted two-facedly regarding the hallowed Dharma. Now, let’s minimize being two-faced regarding the Dharma.

(23) At times when people find fault with everything (we do), this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having belittled moral self-dignity and care for how our actions reflect on others. Now, let’s be shy with respect to uncivilized (behavior).

(24) At times when, as soon as we gather a circle, disagreements (arise), this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having peddled all around our bad ugly characters. Now, let’s act kindly toward anyone at all as our human characters.

(25) At times when all who are close rise up as our enemies, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having harbored inside us bad thoughts (about others). Now, let’s continually minimize our pretense and cunning.

(26) At times when we’re sick with consumption, tumors, or dropsy, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having had no morals and having commandeered religious offerings without caring. Now, let’s give up confiscating monastic property and the like.

(27) At times when, all of a sudden, infectious diseases strike our bodies, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having committed actions causing our spiritual bonds to decline. Now, let’s rid ourselves of destructive actions.

(28) At times when our intelligence becomes murky regarding everything knowable, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having made Dharma matters into things that are fit to be left to the side. Now, let’s habituate ourselves to discriminating awareness, such as from listening (to teachings) and the like.

(29) At times when sleep overwhelms us while practicing the Dharma, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having accumulated (acts of) defilement toward the hallowed Dharma. Now, for the sake of the Dharma, let’s practice what’s hard.

(30) At times when our mental wandering is great, delighting in disturbing emotions, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from not having meditated on impermanence and the drawbacks of samsara. Now, let’s maximize disgust with recurring samsara.

(31) At times when no matter how we do things, they go astray, never working out, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having made light of karma and behavioral cause and effect. Now, let’s make effort to build up positive karmic force.

(32) At times when the measure of our having performed rituals is that things work out contrary (to what we had wished), this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having placed our hopes and reliance on the side of black (magic). Now, let’s turn away from the side of black (magic).

(33) At times when our requests to the Three Precious Gems do not reach fulfillment, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from not having had confidence in the Buddhas. Now, let’s entrust ourselves exclusively to the Precious Gems.

(34) At times when superstition, strokes, and possession by harmful spirits befall us, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having built up negative force with respect to the tantric deities and mantras. Now, let’s destroy all our bad understandings.

(35) At times when we have to wander about, like people not under their own control, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having kicked out gurus and others from where they are staying. Now, let’s never expel (anyone) from any place.

(36) At times when unwished for things happen, like frost, hail, and the like, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from not having safeguarded properly the morality of our spiritual bonds. Now, let’s keep our spiritual bonds clean and so forth.

(37) At times when our desires are huge, but we’re poor in our wealth, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from not having made donations or offerings to the Supreme Gems. Now, let’s make efforts regarding offerings and donations.

(38) At times when our faces and bodies are ugly, and our circle insults us, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having made ugly images and disturbed (others) with our anger. Now, let’s make (beautiful images of) deities and be long-suffering in temperament.

(39) At times when, no matter how we try, attachment and anger upset us, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having stubbornly harbored unseemly bad streams of (self-centered) thought. Now, let’s pull out from the root (concepts of) a “true self” and a “true you.”

(40) At times when no matter what we practice, it does not reach its aim, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having held a bad outlook inside. Now, no matter what we’re doing, let’s make it something for the purposes of others.

(41) At times when, although we’ve performed constructive actions, our own mind-streams are untamed, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having gladly taken on grand ambitions for this life. Now, let’s hold tightly onto the wish for liberation.

(42) At times when, no sooner do we plan (to do something), we reconsider and regret it, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from running after those in lofty positions as our new friends, without caring how this reflects on our old ones. Now, let’s take care about how and with whom we make friends.

(43) At times when we ourselves have been swindled by others’ cunning, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from our selfish desire, arrogance, and greed having been great. Now, let’s minimize our trying to make profit off of anyone.

(44) At times when attachment or hostility have led us astray while listening or explaining, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from not having thought about the demonic faults in our hearts. Now, let’s examine (these) adverse conditions and then rid ourselves of them.

(45) When everything good that we’ve done has elicited a bad (response), this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having counterbalanced in an opposite manner all our repayments of kindness. Now, let’s accept on the crown of our heads repaying kindness.

(46) In short, the strikings, like lightning on our heads, of (disasters) never wished for are the sharp weapons of negative karma circling back on us, like the murder of a sword smith by his own (fashioned) sword. Now, let’s take care about our negative deeds.

(47) Our experiences, as well, of sufferings in the worse rebirth states are the sharp weapons of negative karma circling back on us, like the murder of an arrow smith by his own (fashioned) arrow. Now, let’s take care about our negative deeds.

(48) And the strikings, too, like lightning on our heads, of the problems of family life are the sharp weapons of negative karma circling back on us, like the murder of parents by a son they have raised. Now, it would be fitting forever to go forth (as monastics).

(49) That really is the way that it is! So, I’ve caught the enemy! I’ve caught the thieving bandit, who laid in ambush and deceived me, the fraud who, disguised as “me,” then cheated me! Aha! This is grasping at a “true self!” There is no doubt!

(50) Now, (Yamantaka,) raise over your head the sharp weapon of your actions! Circle it three times round your head in a forceful way! Plant your two feet wide apart for the two truths! Glare with your eyes wide open for method and wisdom! Bare your fangs for the four forces, and pierce the foe!

(51) O King of Pure Awareness Mantras that torment the enemy, draw out the spoiler of our spiritual bonds, who brings to ruin ourselves and others – that vicious savage, called “The Demon of Grasping at a ‘True Self’” – who, causing us to get struck by the sharp weapons of karma, has been making us run through the jungle of samsara, without any control.

(52) Draw him out! Draw him out! Forceful Yamantaka! Batter him! Batter him! Pierce the enemy, a “true self,” right in the heart! Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(53) Hum! Hum! Produce miraculous emanations, o great Buddha-figure! Dzah! Dzah! Bind this enemy up tightly! Phat! Phat! Free us, I beseech you, from all our fetters! Slash! Slash! I beseech you, cut the knot of our grasping!

(54) Come here, fierce Yamantaka, you Buddha-figure! Pray burst, right now – pow! pow! – this bag of karma and five disturbing emotions of poison, which keeps us stuck in the swamp of samsaric acts.

(55) Though having brought on ourselves the sufferings of the three worse rebirth states, we rush toward their cause, not knowing to be alarmed. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(56) Our wish for happiness is enormous, yet we fail to build up a network of its causes. Our tolerance for unhappiness is little, yet our ambitious desires and greed are great. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(57) Our expectations for speedy success are high, yet our perseverance in spiritual practice is low. The projects we engage in are abounding, yet we never bring any of them to their end. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(58) Our new friendships are copious, yet the future of our concern and sincerity in them is short. Our longing for food is tremendous, yet our hard work goes toward striving to plunder or steal (for it). Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(59) We’re experts at flattery and indirect pressure, yet the gloom of our dispositions is thick. We’re hard-working to gather and accumulate (wealth), yet despite what we have, we stingily clutch it. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(60) What we’ve done for everyone is little, yet our boasting about our hardships is great. What we’ve been responsible for (accomplishing) is nothing, yet our imposing posture is grand. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(61) Our spiritual teachers are numerous, yet our ability to carry the load of our spiritual bonds is minute. Our disciples are abundant, yet it being time to nurture and help them is rare. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(62) Our spiritual promises are grand, yet our practice of helping (others) is tiny. Our spiritual renown is tremendous, yet when it’s examined, (even) worldly gods and demons would be ashamed. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(63) The extent of our listening (to teachings) is miniscule, yet our bragging and showing off with empty words is huge. The extent of our scriptural knowledge is tiny, yet, understanding nothing, we (pretend that we) understand a lot. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(64) Our circle (of followers) and attendants is vast, yet those who bear (in mind what we say) include none. The officials (we know) are plentiful, yet when we need backing and support, we’re bereft of protectors. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(65) Our status is lofty, yet our qualifications are less than those of a ghost. We’re (considered) great gurus, yet our attachment and anger are coarser than those of a demon. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(66) Our philosophical view is the highest, yet our conduct is worse than that of a dog. Our good qualities are abundant, yet we cast to the wind their (ethical) base. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(67) All our innermost longings, we keep (hidden) inside us. While all our affairs that have gone crooked, we blame on others, contrary to fact. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(68) We’ve clothed ourselves in robes of saffron, but then sought protection and refuge from ghosts. We’ve taken on vows (of ethical discipline), but then made our behavior comparable to that of a demon. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(69) Our joy and happiness have been provided by (entrusting ourselves to) the heavenly (Buddhas), but then we’ve made offerings to mischievous ghosts. Our guidance has been fashioned by the Dharma, but then we’ve deceived the Rare Supreme Gems. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(70) We’ve entrusted ourselves to monastic seclusion forever, but then we’ve been carried away by distractions. We’ve requested hallowed Dharma and the spiritual sciences, but then nurtured (others) with prognostications with dice. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(71) We’ve discarded our ethical discipline (as homeless monastics) – the path to liberation – and then grasped onto a home. We’ve thrown joy and happiness into the river, and then run after woes. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(72) We’ve discarded the ford (to cross) to liberation, and then wandered about to the ends of the earth. We’ve found precious human bodies, and then (used them to) accomplish (rebirth in) the joyless hell realms. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(73) We’ve set aside the special (benefits) that come about through the Dharma, and then tried to make profit through business transactions. We’ve set aside the Dharma schools of our gurus, and then wandered about the area of towns. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(74) We’ve set aside our own livelihood, and then stolen for our income. We’ve set aside the sustenance (inherited) from our parents, and then robbed it from others. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(75) Wow! Our fortitude for meditation is little, yet (we expect) our advanced awareness to be sharp. We’ve not taken the first step of the spiritual path, yet our legs are rushing after meaningless things. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(76) We’re given advice for our benefit, and then, with angry minds, take (the persons) as foes. We’re fooled by deceitful (flattery), and then, without a brain, we repay their kindness. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(77) We’re trusted as intimates (by others), and then reveal their innermost secrets to their foes. We’re befriended in goodwill, and then, without care for how it reflects on them, rob them of their inner strength and courage. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(78) Our short temper is perfect, yet our prejudices are coarser than those of anyone. We have difficulty in being friends, yet we continually arouse (others’) bad characters. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(79) When asked to do something (for others), we don’t listen, but rather covertly try to cause (them) harm. When we’re agreed with, we don’t bow (and accept), but rather distance ourselves and seek to argue on. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(80) We get mentally upset at (others’) advice, and then always have difficulty in being friends. Things that cause us offence are aplenty, yet our holding on (to them) is always tight. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(81) Our put-down of high ones is heavy; we hold holy beings to be our foes. Since our lust is enormous, we eagerly take on young people (as partners). Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(82) Since the future duration (of our friendship) is short, we cast off at a distance former friends. Since our new friendships are copious, we lay out before all of them empty promises of fun. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(83) Since we lack clairvoyance, we must readily accept deprecation for our lies. Since we have no compassion, we snatch away the trust (in us of others) in their hearts. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(84) Since our listening (to teachings) is negligible, we must scratch around and guess about everything. Since the extent of our scriptural knowledge is tiny, we generate distorted views about all. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(85) Since we’ve habituated ourselves to attachment and anger, we berate all our opponents. Since we’ve habituated ourselves to jealousy, we libel and discredit others. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(86) We haven’t made proper studies, and so we’re dismissive of the vast (teachings). We haven’t entrusted ourselves to gurus, and so we berate their oral transmission. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(87) We can’t explain The Three Baskets, and so we feign (teachings) that we have made up. We haven’t gained mastery through (genuine) pure visions, and so the gauge (for the authenticity) of our discourse is that we speak, reprimanding. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(88) Toward non-Dharmic actions, we don’t make any censure. But toward all excellent explanations (of the Dharma), we spout forth with insult. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(89) Toward situations to be ashamed of, we don’t hold any shame. But toward what isn’t to be ashamed of, we distortedly hold them as shameful things. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(90) What’s proper to have been done, we don’t do even once. But what’s not fitting to be done, we do them all. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(91) (O Yamantaka), endowed with a Blissfully Gone (Buddha’s) Dharmakaya, destroyer of the demon, the view of a “true self” – oh, wow – (o you,) with strength and force, and possessing a skull-headed bludgeon – the sharp weapon of your actions of no “true self” – circle it three times round your head, with no indecision.

(92) We beseech you, free us from this enemy, with your great ferocious force! We beseech you, smash this bad thought, with your great discriminating awareness! We beseech you, protect us from karma, with your great compassion! We beseech you, demolish (this) “true self,” once and for all!

(93) As much suffering that there is in samsaric beings, heap it, definitely, I beseech you, on my grasping at a “true self!” As much of the five poisonous disturbing emotions that there are in anyone, heap it, definitely, I beseech you, on this one, who’s the same class!

(94) Although we’ve identified, through reason, beyond any doubt, the root of our faults, like this, barring none, if you can expose (any part of us that’s) still taking its side, we beseech you, demolish that very one who’s taking it!

(95) Now, having placed all the blame on one thing, let’s meditate strongly on kindness toward all beings. Having taken on our own mind-streams what others never wished for, let’s dedicate to every wandering being the roots from our constructive acts.

(96) By having taken on ourselves, like that, (the negative consequences) of what others have done over the three times through their three gateways (of action), may the disturbing emotions be transformed into aids for enlightenment, like peacocks having radiant color through (feeding on) poisonous plants.

(97) And by having given to wandering beings the roots from our constructive acts, and, like curing with medicine crows who have eaten poisonous plants, having saved (then) the life of liberation for all beings, may they quickly attain Blissfully Gone Buddhahood.

(98) Till the time when we and all who have been our fathers and mothers attain enlightenment in Akanishta, the Realm Beneath None, may we mutually (help) one another to uphold but one mind ( – the bodhichitta aim – ) although, through our karma, we may roam through the six wandering states of samsara.

(99) During that time, when we’ve undertaken to enter the three worse rebirth states, even for the sake of a single wandering being, may we lead out of the sufferings of the worse rebirth states (everyone there), never letting our great bodhisattva behavior decline.

(100) As soon as (we’ve landed there), may the guardians of the joyless hell realms come to recognize us as their gurus. May even the (rain of) sharp weapons turn into a shower of flowers, and may peace and happiness flourish, with there being no more harm.

(101) Then, when even those in the worse rebirth states have attained advanced awareness and retention power (for the Dharma), and, having taken on heavenly or human bodies, they’ve developed bodhichitta, may they repay, with their Dharma (practice), the kindness received from us. May they entrust themselves (to us), having taken us as their gurus.

(102) At that time, may all wandering beings in higher status rebirths as well, having meditated supremely on no “true self” (of all things), similar to that regarding the “true self” (of persons), then meditate with absorbed concentration, nonconceptually, on the equal nature of compulsive samsara and tranquil nirvana. And may they recognize themselves as being in this equal nature.

(103) If we’ve done like that, this enemy will be destroyed. If we’ve done like that, the concept (of it) will be destroyed. Having meditated on no “true self,” with nonconceptual deep awareness, how could we not have attained the causes for the effect: a Buddha’s Form Body?

(104) Hey, those like me! All of those are things that dependently arise, and what relies on dependently arising cannot be self-supporting. Changing into that over there and changing into this over here, their false appearances are an illusion. They are reflections that (merely) appear, like a whirling firebrand.

(105) Like a plantain tree, our life force has no core. Like a bubble, our life span (too) has no core. Like a fog, having descended, they’re things that disperse. Like a mirage, they’re things that are beautiful (just) from afar.

(106) Like reflections in a mirror, they seem so real, so real. Like a cloud or a mist on a mountain, they seem to stay and to stay.

(107) This butcher, a “true self,” the enemy, is like that. Seeming like it exists and exists, it never has existed at all. Seeming like it is true and true, it’s never been experienced as true anywhere. Seeming like it appears and appears, it’s beyond being an object that can be added or taken away.

(108) Whatever sharp weapons of karma that that (butcher) possesses, although they, too, lack self-establishing natures, like this (enemy) does, they dawn like the reflection of the moon in a full cup of water. These karmic causes and effects are assorted displays that are false, yet, while being mere appearances, hey, I tell you, “We must accept and reject (the appropriate actions).”

(109) When, in the dream world, there blazes an eon-ending fire, though it lacks a self-establishing nature, yet we’re still terrified. Likewise, though what occurs in the joyless hell realms and the like lack self-establishing natures, yet because of fear of being boiled, burned, and so forth, we need to abandon (their karmic cause).

(110) When we’re delirious with a fever, even though there’s no darkness, (we feel like) we’re passing into a deep, long cavern and suffocating. Likewise, although unawareness and so on lack self-establishing natures, we must clear away their delirium with the three types of discriminating awareness.

(111) When musicians are playing a beautiful song, and we analyze, there’s no self-establishing nature of the sound. Yet when we don’t analyze, a melodious sound, which is an accumulation, has been produced and then has relieved the torment in people’s minds. Similarly,

(112) When we thoroughly analyze karmic cause and effect, although they lack self-establishing natures as being the same or as being different, yet, seemingly appearing and appearing, phenomena are made to arise and perish. And seemingly existing and existing, we experience various (things) arising and perishing. Yet, while being mere appearances, hey, I tell you, “We must accept and reject (the appropriate actions).”

(113) When a vase has been filled by drops of water, the vase wasn’t filled by the first drop, and likewise not by each (of the others) – the last one and so on. But rather the vase is full through a dependently arisen accumulation. Similarly,

(114) When we experience any happiness or suffering as a karmic result, it isn’t by means of the first instance of its cause, and it isn’t by means of the last instance and so forth. We experience happiness and suffering through a dependently arisen accumulation. Yet, while being mere appearances, hey, I tell you, “We must accept and reject (the appropriate actions).”

(115) Wow! These appearances of pleasant things which, unexamined (seem to exist as if) all alone, have no core, and yet these things (still) appear as if truly existing! That’s profound! But, it’s difficult for the lesser-minded to see.

(116) Yet now, when we totally absorb on this (voidness), what is there even that is definitely merely appearing? What is there that is existent (at all)? What is there that’s even nonexistent? What is there anywhere that can be asserted as existence or nonexistence?

(117) But if we place our intelligence, without any contriving, serenely in its primordial state, which doesn’t contain objects and what have those objects (both) having actual true natures, and which is parted from all accepting and rejecting and parted from mental fabrication, we shall become great beings.

(118) By practicing conventional bodhichitta and deepest bodhichitta like that, and bringing to completion, without interruption, our buildup of the two enlightening networks, may we attain the splendor (of enlightenment, fulfilling) the two aims.

(Colophon:)

In a jungle retreat where various fearsome beasts of prey roamed, Dharmarakshita, a great yogi (endowed with) scriptural knowledge, logic, and realization, composed (this text) called “The Throwing Star Weapon, Striking the Vital Point of the Foe” in accord with the words of his hallowed gurus. Then he practiced it in that fearsome jungle retreat during his degenerate age.

He imparted it to Atisha, and then Atisha, as well, practiced it, never just partially in this direction or that, in order to tame the many limited beings that were difficult to tame. When he developed realization, he proclaimed these verses in fact:

When I abandoned royalty and practiced difficult austerities, I built up the positive force so that I was able to meet my superlative guru. In showing me this nectar-like teaching, he conferred upon me the power of the Dharma. Having obtained an opponent for the present day (problems), I committed it to memory.

When, having spread my intelligence out and studied all around, without being partisan toward any system, although I saw fathomless wonders (in all of them), this teaching (in particular) has brought benefit in these degenerate times.

From among the many unimaginable disciples he had in India and Tibet, Atisha imparted this teaching to Upasaka Dromtonpa – who had been prophesied by fathomless Buddha-figures, such as the Vanquishing Lady Tara, to be their most fitting vessel – so that it could tame the uncivilized disciples of remote Tibet. The triumphant fatherly (Atisha) and his spiritual son (Dromtonpa) themselves served as the pandit teacher and translator for it.

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Souly Damned Saturdays!~

🌼Welcome to Souly Damned Saturdays! I am your host Kit! Today I am going to be taking a break to talk about one of my main characters! I mentioned her a few posts ago but her name is Evelyn Rogers. I am also going to explain how covens work. Let’s get started! 

Character Profile:

Name: Evelyn Rogers Species: Human (witch)/ Celestial? Soul Flower Type: Lily         Color Type: Vibrant violet 

Human Appearance Description:          Hair Color: Black         Hair Style: (image provided) with a braid on the left side         Skin Tone: Pale         Height: 5′6″         Other Details:                    -Thin ribbon tying back braid                   - Black ribbon chocker with pendant                    - Ruby studded silver earrings

Infernal Appearance Description:         Name: Lilith          Soul Flower Type: Lily               Color Type: vibrant violet (middle) that pales with ice along it’s petals           Infernal Title: Infernal Princess         Eye Color: Icy blue when looses herself         Hair Color: White          Hair Style: (image provided) with a braid on the left side         Skin Tone: Pale         Contract symbol mark placement: Shoulder blades         Extras: 2 sets of white wings that have a gradient of icy blue.          Other Details:                     - Slender fingers with black painted nails (sharp tips)                    - Black horns that swoop backward                    - Pointed ears (more below the cut)

Special Abilities or Powers:              - Can read minds              - Dream walking              - Can pull out deepest desires              - Forces those under her power to tell the truth              - Truth touch (will gain the trust of those touched)              - Mental suggestion               - Lust touch              - Levitation              - Blip (Teleportation)               - Dark ice/fire element              - Calming touch (Weapon: Those she has a specific bond with ie: Beast and Costello give her their abilities when it comes to weapons but she does not have a specific weapon herself.)

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Eve’s Contract:

Eve’s soul is unique as it appears to be linked to the past ancestry of humans linked by the Vinculum Infernalis. Due to this her soul is far more powerful and can utilize more of their own abilities. The first contract she ends up bound to is Cubans. In exchange for her life as well as their own protection she works at the club as their little songbird. She becomes an undercover agent to infiltrate the boys enemies or rivals since the human soul has the ability to mask demonic presence. She ends up with a second contract to Costello for other reasons (spoilers). In addition to being able to use the abilities of the boys, the contractee is also able to wield their specific weapons. Each one corresponds to a specific Prince and the higher level the more powerful.

Unbeknownst to Eve her father is none other than one of the three most powerful beings in existence. As such she does not know her true lineage. Her father, Kalthiel, watches her from afar and aids when he is able but she does not know of his involvement. Her conception was a byproduct of her mother’s deal with the Broker. Unfortunately her ancestral blood caused her to be baden and in desperation she made a deal to have a child. A child that would one day be a tri-brid. One of mortal, Celestial, and Infernal blood.

Fusion:

Fusion is an interesting scenario since Eve is contracted to not one but two princes of Hell. She gains many abilities and one of those is being able to fuse her bound soul with that of her demonic counterpart(s) creating a fusion of herself and their own hellish forms. The soul however can only stand so much and if that goes beyond its limit the human soul could be damaged permanently. This form is dangerous for anyone and a last resort at best.  

Eve’s Ancestry /The Vinculum Infernalis:

Humans in this universe do not believe in the existence of monsters very much like our own world. They are nothing but stories and myths. Demons are the exact same. There is a story that may allude to the fact that demons were created with monsters as punishment for humanity's evil. That is neither confirmed or denied. What is known is that demons used to walk the surface regularly a long time ago.

Humans in their lust for power (a very debatable comment) made contracts with these creatures in exchange for their souls, something that demons covet to gain more power themselves. Those that made these contracts became witches/ warlocks, having Infernal blood and magic infused within their very being. As every demon is unique so were the souls. The first covens were formed after 12 survivors managed to break their contracts leaving the magic within their souls present. As they began to have children that magic too was passed down. Humans with any type of magic are extraordinarily rare and one mage soul can rival over 1000 regular human souls. Eve appears to have a connection or blood relation to one of these surviving lines.

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Other Classifications:

The Legend of Lilith (Lillum): It is unclear if this history happened or not because the Princes refuse to discuss it. (That can’t be good) The truth of this prophecy, or for most harbinger, is that a generation will be born with power equal to that of their fathers. Since the Princes can not have offspring it takes a very specific mix for this to be possible. Such things are up to fate. All that is known is that it will rival the Celestials if it comes to pass as one of Celestial, Infernal, and mortal blood has to be the one...or there could be more. Legends and prophecy tend to be incredibly vague. 

The Covens and their Patrons: After the formation of the Vinculum Infernalis the Princes decide that instead of regarding the mortals with disdain as they did during their Celestial reign they become patrons instead. In total there are 7 covens with a hierarchy of who is the most powerful. They are as follows:  

Coven Names in Prestige Order (greatest to least): 1. Lust - Circle of the Siren (Costello/ Valentine)

2. Pride - Requiem of the Hallowed (Carthus/ Dusk)

3. Envy - Elysium (Sanneth)

4. Wrath - The Acolytes of Flame and Forge (Boss/ Azrin)

5. Greed - Coven of the Blood Moon (Crimson/ Grimm)

6. Sloth - The Desolate Forgotten (Gin)

7. Gluttony - Circle of the Ancients (Ouro)

Those of the first blood line under the Vinculum Infernalis are the most powerful of their coven and seated at a special rank due to their rarity. Unlike those of the first line the members of the coven are not Infernal/Celestial blooded. 

The First Grimoire: Just because their bond and Infernal blood comes from their ancestral line does not mean that they are as powerful as they once were. In fact there is a Grimoire for each specific coven that only a direct descendant from the line can utilize and open. It is incredibly rare and the first bloodline (the ones that first made the deal) are thought to be dead so the books reside in the highest ranks of the 7 covens until such a time comes that they can be opened. There are Grimoire for every acolyte (the book chooses you type deal) but not anywhere close to those labeled the first Grimoire. These tomes are written entirely in High Infernal Script. These are incredibly deadly and powerful Infernal artifacts and each comes with a specific name: 

Lust- Willbinder, Memoire of Blackfire

Pride- Featherfall, Legacy of Pride

Envy- Ash, Oath of Lasting Night

Wrath- Flameward, Boon of Slaughter

Greed- Sapience, Soul of Desecration

Sloth- Draughtbane, Tome of apathy

Gluttony- Apostle, Ledger of the Devourer

Coven Organization (Hierarchy): Each coven is organized by the will of the Prince that is its patron. They can recruit neophytes with no prior ties if they deem them worthy enough to be inducted into the coven. There is still a process and ceremony that needs to be followed. Once the initiation is complete they are tutored by generally a well learned acolyte (think of them as TAs) while Dominus and Magus are the instructors. If they prove their worth then they will be given a grimoire that chooses them to become an Acolyte. They are then placed under a bond similar to the Vinculum Infernalis but not nearly as strong and there is quite a lot of fine print.

*The First Bloods- A specific rank for those that are of the first bloodline. They actually have Infernal/Celestial blood within their veins which makes them some of the most powerful of the witches/warlocks. Their souls are also marked if they are a part of their first bloodline. 

1. Mortiferum Magistrum- The heads of the covens and the most skilled practitioners. They run more of the direct communication between the Infernal Realm (their patrons) and those under their coven. Some have spoken directly to their Patron but for the most part they are dealing with dukes or lords. There is only one of this rank in each coven. 

2. Dominus- The recruiters with approval from the Mortiferum Magistrum. Their job is to maintain the order within the lower levels of the coven. They are also teachers along with the Magus. 

3. Magus- A magus’ job is to teach their acolytes higher level abilities and possibly prepare them for Magus status as well. In each coven there can be an unlimited number of Magus but only 2 or 3 Dominus. 

4. Acolyte- Servants of the coven and the second lowest tier these are the students. 

5. Neophyte- Those that possibly have potential but have not yet proven themselves to the rest of the coven. You have to start as a Neophyte first. The only exception to this are the First Bloods. 

The Cult of the Fallen One (THE LITERAL DEVIL):  

Hedge Witches/Warlocks: The Hedges probably nicknamed as such due to the phrase “hedging one's bets” are dangerous and rebellious. They are mortals with a craving for power and magic that were neither chosen or of the First Bloods. These are the types of mortals that will make contracts with Imps and Changelings in order to reach a certain end. Sometimes that is wealth, power, magic it just depends. They are not Infernal blooded. These are the souls that end up in the Kingdom of Envy under Sanneth. He does not take kindly to greedy and foolish mortals. The Hedges are the ones that originally proclaimed witchcraft pointing to the covens effectively thinning their once steadily rising numbers. 

They are reckless and generally only care for their own ends. They are the ones that give witches and warlocks a bad name. Unlike those of the coven they gain no such immunity from the Infernal Pit. It is easy for lesser demons to trick these mortals into freeing them to cause chaos in the mortal realm. This includes cracking open Purgatory for some unsavory Infernal Blooded Hybrids to slip through. 

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